𝐖𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐌𝐒 is an rp blog dedicated to my original character nymphe, aka lotus, with its own original lore inspired by the many fantasy novels i’ve read in my free time. account run by soline ♡ she / her | +18 .
⸻ 𝐍𝐘𝐌𝐏𝐇𝐄 , the keeper of the heart thread, which governs emotions, dreams, and the subconscious . a lumen born from a lotus flower , the bloom left its mark in the colour of her hair and the softness of her presence . loved instinctively by animals , who follow her like shadows , she’s often regarded as the most naïve of all astrae ; scatter-brained, dramatic, and easily enchanted , she's able to find charm in nearly everything .
And so, everyone was switched around as suggested, though... poor Kalaren had apparently passed out. Of course, this made Luxian's tail puff up, because of course he was worried! But worry not, for the donari was taking a good old snooze on a randomly conjured up bed beside Mammon.
Hells, Xinalith. Not even Lucifer had such a foul mouth!
How is he understanding them?!
"Bluubllu bl uh b- fucking asshole, I'll slap- ah, I can speak now. Hello."
Anyway... first question!
Which Disney character are they most like?
Xinalith could only stare. Well. They wrote down their answer.
Luxian, he had to hum a lot, before jotting his down. Then, he showed it to everyone. Of course, he made sure to doodle the character in question.
Eeyore!
A little "aww..." could be heard as they were forcefully switched. He liked team Xinalith. They were just getting their groove! But Oh! What's this?? The semon's other more theatrical half? What a birthday indeed!
Pax! Nice go on the win.
Io congratulated him with a little handshake. Then his eyes narrowed.
Now let's crush these motherfuckers.
Oh wow. Yeah. He was plastered.
-# not you though, Obie dear ♡
Looking over the man a moment he jotted down what he thought was the most accurate fit.
Of course Pax was Sleeping Beauty. It made so much sense! Taking his punishment shot, he finally hit his first bad one of the night.
Oh hells what- ack- good gracious- oh! They speak French?? I didn't know they could speak French!! Did you know they could speak French?!?!
Bouncing on the balls of his feet, Io was gushing to Pax over the new development while trying to write down his answer.
No. It was his fault. Kalaren was dead and it was his fault. He killed him. Oh gods. And now he still had to do another shot. Maybe he really was Eeyore. Just a sad little guy who'd lose his own tail if it weren't attached. He took a shot that tasted like peppermint and-
Wait.
He patted his own ass.
{{ oh shit...my taiL! }}
With the question asked he blinked over at Luxian. Orange. Orange ears. Orange like a...
Kalaren was just...well passed out. Even drooling a bit. It wasn't Oberon's fault he was drinking before this happened. Awe look he was even doing little kicks like a dreaming dog. Who knows what he was thinking about.
I did know, they speak many languages, all sound so much more beautiful coming from their mouth. You should hear how they sound saying- ah well it doesn't matter.
Taking his shot it was a little floral but rather nice. He really was just breezing by all of this.
Something exotic that he's never tried before to go out with a bang
Garret on the other hand took his shot by sipping it. Oh great heavens that was Pink Whitney! A little too tart for his delicate taste.
Once more he gave Xinalith a little wave. Hello angry man. Hi.
As for his answer it was very logical and calculated, as in he tested it before and it would in fact be his last meal. 35 was the limit.
Luxian couldn't help but giggle, taking his shot. Ooh, this one was... hm, peach? Strong, that also went to his head, his own tail puffing up even more. But it was good!
"Oberon, you never had a tail. You didn't lose it!"
The answers were soon revealed, and if one panned a camera to Xinalith's face, they would be staring directly into it. This fucking cunt. But hey, would you look at that? Confetti shot out from behind Luxian and Oberon!
Oh please, don't apologize. We're getting to know one another.
Then the question.
Very well apparently.
Down went the shot and he froze. Was that raw egg? It had the texture of raw egg. This was bad. Oh his eyes were even glossing over as he tried not to choke.
Focus. Locking in on his answer he started writing and writing and writing and oh good lord Pax.
As for Garret he gently pushed his glasses up to answer Xinalith's question.
"Ah well I have a nut allergy and 35 is how many I can eat before I die, so 36 would kill me. The tums are because I don't want to die with an upset tummy."
Xinalith you shouldn't have asked. As for the question...
To put it simply, birthday boy... you got it wrong. All of you drink.
So, Xinalith took their shot... swallowed it... gagged... had to conjure up a bucket before crouching down behind the podium to spit whatever they had just swallowed into it. Because that shit was fucking disgusting.
"Eugh. Fuck you."
But hey, they were now slurring. So clearly, that hit the spot?
And even Luxian had a hard time with his, having to put a hand over his mouth once his went down. Oh, oh, no, that was awful. Horrendous, even. Disgusting. He needed water. Or juice. Or vodka. Or anything else.
Favourite thing about themselves?
Xinalith wrote down their answer and showed it off, whilst Luxian made a note of his own.
Probably the fact he has a wife or some shit. Fuck off. Fuck you, Garret. And fuck you too, Mammon. As for you Pax, fuck me. 🖤
Then he- oh gods that was a flavor- variety was the slice of life...or something like that. He just hoped he'd never have to have that particular spice again.
The next question took him several minutes to work out. Really. He just stood there frog-blinking. Little spinning wheel floating somewhere above his head probably.
Dammit he should he just said blow jobs.
Oberon had to excuse himself to be sick in a nearby bin. It didn't matter what the shot tasted like at this point. He was over his limit after the third.
Praying to anyone that would listen he scribbled out his best guess.
His creativity
Please for the love of all that was good let that be close enough.
At least this shot was good. And look he was eyeing Xinalith, a wink, more blown kisses. Why were they stewing over Garret when he was right here looking pretty?
Anyways.
His curiosity for the world
Garret on the other hand was once more sipping his drink.
"Wowzer that one is a doozy."
It was a green tea shot...that was it...it was fine.
"You're all so...creative! I don't think I've heard such words outside of when I have to fix pop up viruses on people's computers. Wowy."
Oh, if Pax was sending Xinalith the eyes, then they were only returning them. Trying their hardest to block out Garret and focus on him, it was a certain look. One that told the donari that when they got the chance, he was going to be their next meal. If they were over with him right now, you could bet your asses they would be all over him.
Quickly moving on before Garret ended up with a fire up his ass, the answers were all gathered and looked over. Pax and Io would have confetti shoot out from behind them, as well as Luxian and Oberon! Congratulations!
And for the rest of you:
Garret: Left earlobe
Luxian: My creativity!
Io: Sense of curiosity
"Are you fucking serious?"
Oh dear. Well, down went another shot. At the very least, it was cherry flavoured! Oh, they were also now getting a joint of... something. Poor Xinalith.
Clapping his hands, he cheered for Oberon getting it right! Yay!
"Well done, Oberon! We got a point! Oh, but are you doing okay? You look reeaallly... out of it. Please don't pass out."
And it was back to it!
What is something that they can't live without?
This question was easy for Xinalith, the demon already making a note of their answer.
Luxian hummed for a while before writing his, before showing it off. Awh, he drew Oberon drinking it as well!
Speaking of curiosity, he was already dipping back into the box of drugs. A powdery substance of some kind. One that made his pupils blow to the size of saucers. Excellent.
Pax had lived an exceptionally long life. Gone without at times. Though there was one thing...or demon, rather...he suspected the man couldn't live without.
Xinalith
{{ oh thaNk fuCk }}
Water. Was there water anywhere?
{{ i'm okay }}
No. No he wasn't. But even still the answer to the question came easy. He'd tried to live without it. Nearly a year, in fact. It hadn't worked.
Look Pax was doing his best but if he didn't know any better Xinalith was getting ragebaited by...wait who was Xinalith with? Well either way he wrote down his answer, a bunch of hearts, a doodle of them kissing, he was laying it on thick.
"I have a very nice left earlobe. It's a shame though because my right eyelid is nicer."
Now here's the thing, Garret didn't know Pax and Xinalith were together, how could he? All those looks could be anything so he wrote down the most obvious answer.
A Good Book
Now it was about this time Kalaren's regeneration had caught up, a little stretch as he sat up with a yawn and rubbed his eye. Stone cold sober.
"Hi guys! Oh this is still happeni-"
Before he could even finish his sentence he was sent back to the podium. Looking around he was beaming when he saw who he was with.
"Lotus! Hi! It's been so long, how are you? Churro still kidnapping people?"
Oh right, the game. Looking at the question he hummed for a long time.
Sugar
Seriously have you seen this lumen? She puts Xinalith to shame with how much she drinks. Though he supposed it could also be the animals and the garden, or the thread, look he just woke up leave him alone.
It took her a little while to adjust to… everything that was going on. At least she was paired with the most sober person there. (Well, other than that… random guy? She wasn't going to question it). Plus, it was nice seeing Kalaren after so long.
It has! And yeah, he's still being… himself. Sadly. But enough about me! How are things with your boyfriend?
She spoke as she wrote down her answer. Nymphe had no clue why she was going along with this game… eh. Why not? She had nothing to do anyway.
All the answers were gathered, Mammon looking around before confetti shot out from behind Io and Pax. And they were as followed:
Xinalith: Pax
Oberon: Io
Pax: Xinalith
Lotus: The Café
Gods. Aren't you just a bunch of fa- OW?!
Xinalith had shot a fireball at Mammon's head, which was now currently burning his hair. Lovely. Oh, but clearly, they didn't do anything. They were whistling around innocently... until the ruler was suddenly sprayed in the face with ice-cold water. Yes, ice cold. Even they hissed and shivered.
Got that from one of the virtues in the Neutral Realm. Turns out, the Celestial Realm has really cold water for us demons! Anyway, down boy.
"I am your ruler, you did not just call me b- STOP SPRAYING ME."
Moving on!
Name the first twenty digits of Pi.
As Luxian was thinking really, really hard on this, writing down his answer, Xinalith just stared at Garret. A really, really long stare.
Sighing, they wrote something down before showing the board.
3.14159265... something, something, apple pie, oh boy I love apple pie, my name is Garret and I am the most blandest human alive.
Seeing his answer, Io blew Oberon a kiss across the way. Even when the moth was drunk as a skunk he was still thinking of him. How precious.
Clicking his tongue at the next question though, he scribbled away his answer. Of course he knew the first twenty digits of pi. Who didn't know the first twenty digits of pi??
Now Oberon had no clue whether or not Luxian knew the answer. However, and no offense Lux, he assumed the answer was probably no. And in all fairness, despite knowing the digits by proxy of Io- he was far too drunk to recall them at the moment.
See here was the problem, Io absolutely would know this, and Pax...
3.14159265358979323846
Well actually he did. Due to his creation magic he was very good at math. A walking calculator really, he made split second calculations in his head to use his magic after all.
Love you handsome, I'll warm you up soon.
Garret softly chuckled.
"Oh that's some good ribbing. You are a hoot."
Kalaren on the other hand blinked. A long blink. He didn't even like pie.
Nymphe glanced at Kalaren's dazed expression. Something told her that he wouldn't be getting the answer.
Though, it's not like she knew it either, so she did what anyone would do and copied the person next to her. In this case, Pax! She began scribbling down what she could see on the other boards…
And so, everyone was switched around as suggested, though... poor Kalaren had apparently passed out. Of course, this made Luxian's tail puff up, because of course he was worried! But worry not, for the donari was taking a good old snooze on a randomly conjured up bed beside Mammon.
Hells, Xinalith. Not even Lucifer had such a foul mouth!
How is he understanding them?!
"Bluubllu bl uh b- fucking asshole, I'll slap- ah, I can speak now. Hello."
Anyway... first question!
Which Disney character are they most like?
Xinalith could only stare. Well. They wrote down their answer.
Luxian, he had to hum a lot, before jotting his down. Then, he showed it to everyone. Of course, he made sure to doodle the character in question.
Eeyore!
A little "aww..." could be heard as they were forcefully switched. He liked team Xinalith. They were just getting their groove! But Oh! What's this?? The semon's other more theatrical half? What a birthday indeed!
Pax! Nice go on the win.
Io congratulated him with a little handshake. Then his eyes narrowed.
Now let's crush these motherfuckers.
Oh wow. Yeah. He was plastered.
-# not you though, Obie dear ♡
Looking over the man a moment he jotted down what he thought was the most accurate fit.
Of course Pax was Sleeping Beauty. It made so much sense! Taking his punishment shot, he finally hit his first bad one of the night.
Oh hells what- ack- good gracious- oh! They speak French?? I didn't know they could speak French!! Did you know they could speak French?!?!
Bouncing on the balls of his feet, Io was gushing to Pax over the new development while trying to write down his answer.
No. It was his fault. Kalaren was dead and it was his fault. He killed him. Oh gods. And now he still had to do another shot. Maybe he really was Eeyore. Just a sad little guy who'd lose his own tail if it weren't attached. He took a shot that tasted like peppermint and-
Wait.
He patted his own ass.
{{ oh shit...my taiL! }}
With the question asked he blinked over at Luxian. Orange. Orange ears. Orange like a...
Kalaren was just...well passed out. Even drooling a bit. It wasn't Oberon's fault he was drinking before this happened. Awe look he was even doing little kicks like a dreaming dog. Who knows what he was thinking about.
I did know, they speak many languages, all sound so much more beautiful coming from their mouth. You should hear how they sound saying- ah well it doesn't matter.
Taking his shot it was a little floral but rather nice. He really was just breezing by all of this.
Something exotic that he's never tried before to go out with a bang
Garret on the other hand took his shot by sipping it. Oh great heavens that was Pink Whitney! A little too tart for his delicate taste.
Once more he gave Xinalith a little wave. Hello angry man. Hi.
As for his answer it was very logical and calculated, as in he tested it before and it would in fact be his last meal. 35 was the limit.
Luxian couldn't help but giggle, taking his shot. Ooh, this one was... hm, peach? Strong, that also went to his head, his own tail puffing up even more. But it was good!
"Oberon, you never had a tail. You didn't lose it!"
The answers were soon revealed, and if one panned a camera to Xinalith's face, they would be staring directly into it. This fucking cunt. But hey, would you look at that? Confetti shot out from behind Luxian and Oberon!
Oh please, don't apologize. We're getting to know one another.
Then the question.
Very well apparently.
Down went the shot and he froze. Was that raw egg? It had the texture of raw egg. This was bad. Oh his eyes were even glossing over as he tried not to choke.
Focus. Locking in on his answer he started writing and writing and writing and oh good lord Pax.
As for Garret he gently pushed his glasses up to answer Xinalith's question.
"Ah well I have a nut allergy and 35 is how many I can eat before I die, so 36 would kill me. The tums are because I don't want to die with an upset tummy."
Xinalith you shouldn't have asked. As for the question...
To put it simply, birthday boy... you got it wrong. All of you drink.
So, Xinalith took their shot... swallowed it... gagged... had to conjure up a bucket before crouching down behind the podium to spit whatever they had just swallowed into it. Because that shit was fucking disgusting.
"Eugh. Fuck you."
But hey, they were now slurring. So clearly, that hit the spot?
And even Luxian had a hard time with his, having to put a hand over his mouth once his went down. Oh, oh, no, that was awful. Horrendous, even. Disgusting. He needed water. Or juice. Or vodka. Or anything else.
Favourite thing about themselves?
Xinalith wrote down their answer and showed it off, whilst Luxian made a note of his own.
Probably the fact he has a wife or some shit. Fuck off. Fuck you, Garret. And fuck you too, Mammon. As for you Pax, fuck me. 🖤
Then he- oh gods that was a flavor- variety was the slice of life...or something like that. He just hoped he'd never have to have that particular spice again.
The next question took him several minutes to work out. Really. He just stood there frog-blinking. Little spinning wheel floating somewhere above his head probably.
Dammit he should he just said blow jobs.
Oberon had to excuse himself to be sick in a nearby bin. It didn't matter what the shot tasted like at this point. He was over his limit after the third.
Praying to anyone that would listen he scribbled out his best guess.
His creativity
Please for the love of all that was good let that be close enough.
At least this shot was good. And look he was eyeing Xinalith, a wink, more blown kisses. Why were they stewing over Garret when he was right here looking pretty?
Anyways.
His curiosity for the world
Garret on the other hand was once more sipping his drink.
"Wowzer that one is a doozy."
It was a green tea shot...that was it...it was fine.
"You're all so...creative! I don't think I've heard such words outside of when I have to fix pop up viruses on people's computers. Wowy."
Oh, if Pax was sending Xinalith the eyes, then they were only returning them. Trying their hardest to block out Garret and focus on him, it was a certain look. One that told the donari that when they got the chance, he was going to be their next meal. If they were over with him right now, you could bet your asses they would be all over him.
Quickly moving on before Garret ended up with a fire up his ass, the answers were all gathered and looked over. Pax and Io would have confetti shoot out from behind them, as well as Luxian and Oberon! Congratulations!
And for the rest of you:
Garret: Left earlobe
Luxian: My creativity!
Io: Sense of curiosity
"Are you fucking serious?"
Oh dear. Well, down went another shot. At the very least, it was cherry flavoured! Oh, they were also now getting a joint of... something. Poor Xinalith.
Clapping his hands, he cheered for Oberon getting it right! Yay!
"Well done, Oberon! We got a point! Oh, but are you doing okay? You look reeaallly... out of it. Please don't pass out."
And it was back to it!
What is something that they can't live without?
This question was easy for Xinalith, the demon already making a note of their answer.
Luxian hummed for a while before writing his, before showing it off. Awh, he drew Oberon drinking it as well!
Speaking of curiosity, he was already dipping back into the box of drugs. A powdery substance of some kind. One that made his pupils blow to the size of saucers. Excellent.
Pax had lived an exceptionally long life. Gone without at times. Though there was one thing...or demon, rather...he suspected the man couldn't live without.
Xinalith
{{ oh thaNk fuCk }}
Water. Was there water anywhere?
{{ i'm okay }}
No. No he wasn't. But even still the answer to the question came easy. He'd tried to live without it. Nearly a year, in fact. It hadn't worked.
Look Pax was doing his best but if he didn't know any better Xinalith was getting ragebaited by...wait who was Xinalith with? Well either way he wrote down his answer, a bunch of hearts, a doodle of them kissing, he was laying it on thick.
"I have a very nice left earlobe. It's a shame though because my right eyelid is nicer."
Now here's the thing, Garret didn't know Pax and Xinalith were together, how could he? All those looks could be anything so he wrote down the most obvious answer.
A Good Book
Now it was about this time Kalaren's regeneration had caught up, a little stretch as he sat up with a yawn and rubbed his eye. Stone cold sober.
"Hi guys! Oh this is still happeni-"
Before he could even finish his sentence he was sent back to the podium. Looking around he was beaming when he saw who he was with.
"Lotus! Hi! It's been so long, how are you? Churro still kidnapping people?"
Oh right, the game. Looking at the question he hummed for a long time.
Sugar
Seriously have you seen this lumen? She puts Xinalith to shame with how much she drinks. Though he supposed it could also be the animals and the garden, or the thread, look he just woke up leave him alone.
It took her a little while to adjust to… everything that was going on. At least she was paired with the most sober person there. (Well, other than that… random guy? She wasn't going to question it). Plus, it was nice seeing Kalaren after so long.
It has! And yeah, he's still being… himself. Sadly. But enough about me! How are things with your boyfriend?
She spoke as she wrote down her answer. Nymphe had no clue why she was going along with this game… eh. Why not? She had nothing to do anyway.
Nymphe and Churro have found themselves in the realm, with the little raccoon dragging his mum friend around while he looked for… something — or, well someone. A certain blue-haired moth-winged someone.
I don't understand, I thought you and Oberon were on bad terms.
No, Nymphe, you and Oberon were on bad terms (a rather one-sided thing, mind you); Churro had already forgotten about the 'rabies' incident, and was now determined to go and "paint mothman," or something.
You see, he had recently gone down a rabbit hole on the internet. The Youtube algorithm had somehow taken him from minecraft building tutorials to deep dives of common urban legends — one of them being the mothman. Churro's little brain had instantly connected the cryptid to the man who sat next to him when they played paranoia. And so, obviously, he decided to go out and see him! And paint him? Sure, why not.
"Hurry, hurry! Have to see Mothman!"
Oberon was...well, where else? Getting coffee. Eyes nearly glued shut with sleep, he had trudged his way to the market to pick up more coffee for home and to get himself a fresh brew for right now.
He sat himself at one of the tables nearby, sipping from his oversized cup when he just happened to notice a talking raccoon followed by a flash of pink hair.
Shit.
The little moth held the cup in front of his face, wings outspread like a statue. Yeah. That'll do it. You have shroud magic. You can render your entire self invisible, but go ahead. Hide behind the coffee cup. That'll work.
Truthfully, there weren't any hard feelings between himself and the other two. He was just awkward. Social situations not really his forte. Also... did the raccoon just say "Mothman"?
Honestly, in Oberon's defence, it could've worked. Churro wasn't… the brightest sometimes. Thankfully, he had his slightly (only slightly) more intelligent guardian with him. She stopped in front of the "Mothman," causing Churro to stop in his tracks.
… hello.
Nymphe's excitement was palpable. Wow, she was just thrilled to be talking to Oberon. She has never been happier.
Meanwhile, Churro seemed to finally notice just who was standing in front of them, and his eyes began to shine with glee.
"Mothman! No move. I paint you now, okay?"
Oh, okay, he was getting straight to the point. Cool.
That was all he said before he began setting up his little easel and canvas, pulling out a professional-looking set of paints from gods-knows-where, and… began painting.
Oooh. Icy. He was socially adept enough to recognize there was still some tension there. But at this point he figured the best way to make it up to her was to go along with whatever came next.
Which was...?
He tilted his head as the easel and paints were set up.
Uh. Oh...uh...okay....?
Dear gods, why? All he wanted was some coffee. Now he was one of Churro's French girls.
It was truly amazing how easily people gave in to Churro's whims (though Nymphe supposed it wasn't really all that shocking; after all, who could say no to that face?).
The little raccoon observed his new muse, hand on his chin — usually this was the part where artists began mapping out the composition of their work. Churro wasn't doing that, though. He was simply posing like that and pretending to think because he saw other artists do the same thing.
“Hmm… lots colour blue.”
You don't say?
Nymphe shrugged at Oberon's question, clearing her throat in an attempt to soften her tone. (Churro didn't seem to be upset with him anymore, so she supposed she could be less harsh with him. Remaining hostile would probably only cause trouble).
Churro's recently gotten obsessed with… um, the “mothman”…
She paused for a second, was that offensive? Surely not, right? She sure hoped it wasn't.
It reminded him of you, since you have moth-like wings, and he's been adamant on… painting you. For some reason.
“Can take painting home after. Show to fire friend, ok?”
He was relieved to hear the shift in Nymphe's tone, even if it was subtle. Yeah, he could be a real asshole sometimes but he didn't like upsetting good people. And Nymphe was good people. So was Churro...probably.
{{ Oh...uh yeah... I guess I'm...I mean I am a moth-ish man so... }}
Churro looked so determined. He didn't pull this trick out for everyone but every once in a while he'd activate the bioluminescence of his wing dust to glow a vibrant neon blue. Just for show. With a little shake to his wings he was all lit up. Maybe Churro would think it's cool. He wasn't sure.
When Churro mentioned his "fire friend" he wasn't sure what to say.
{{Uh yeah I'm sure he'd-}}
Oh. Speak of the devil.
Oberon! I've been looking everywhere for-
Oh! Hello Churro!
Then flaming eyes turned to little more than a fading cinder as he directed his attention to...
Churro seemed to light up alongside Oberon's wings (figuratively), as if he's just witnessed the coolest thing ever.
“Mothman is Christmas tree!?”
Oh, he needed to start painting now. He began running the paintbrush accross the canvas, seemingly full of inspiration. He was so “in the zone” that he hardly paid any attention to Io's arrival, nor the way his tone shifted when he addressed Lotus.
Nymphe, however, did notice.
She blinked. Had… did she done something? She didn't really remember talking to Io for a while.
Even if they'd gotten off to a bit of a rocky start. Oberon really did love animals. Churro included. And right now, seeing the little thing so happy just over some silly trick he could pull, well that put a smile on his own fa-
{{ You okay?? }}
He'd only ever heard Io take that tone with like...tyrants. War lords. People that had threatened them. Right now he was just as confused as Nymphe.
Oh I'm fine Obie, dear.
Having fun, are we?
He gave a cheery smile to Churro who was doing a... good(?) job capturing Oberon's likeness. Then he turned once more to Nymphe.
Yeah, no, was Io okay?? 'Cause from where Nymphe was standing, he looked just about ready to commit a felony.
Life-or… huh?
See, Nymphe had completely forgotten about the ‘fuck, marry, kill’ portion of that night. She only remembered being pissed off with Oberon for making Churro cry. Look, her mind was preoccupied with other, much more pressing matters. Like what she'd be having for dinner that night.
She took a step back before turning to face Oberon, her brow furrowed.
Uh, is this- like, um. Do you know what's going on?
Because she clearly didn't, and Churro was far to invested in his painting (it was looking great, by the way) to notice or… care.
Oberon- who was trying very hard not to move- gave a small shrug in her direction. Seriously this was...strange. And Io was always strange, but this was unusual even for him.
Oh, please don't mind me. I wouldn't want to KILL the buzz, as it were.
No. Sorry Churro. Oberon turned around to look directly at the man.
{{ Seriously. What's your issue? }}
Oh my issue? My issue is that given a list of numerous people you voluntarily selected Oberon's death! Oberon's! Of all people.
His arms were crossed, nose pointed to the air, hair ablaze and dancing wildly with flame.
{{ Io what the fuck are you talking abou- Do- do you know what he's talking about?? }}
No? Am I supposed to? I feel like I'm supposed to know.
But she didn't! Nymphe held both her hands up, taking another step back because what the fuck he was literally on fire (and spoiler alert, flowers aren't very resistant to fire (neither are people, Nymphe)). She looked back at Oberon — shouldn't he know how to handle this situation? He was the one dating this maniac!
Churro finally looked up from his canvas once he noticed that Mothman had moved a little, getting ready to tell him off. You weren't supposed to move while an artist was painting you! How was Churro meant to continue painting now!?
The words died in his tongue once he took note of what was happening. Oh, stars. Fire Friend was no longer being friendly! He was being unfriendly! With Lotus! What had happened while he was painting?!
Glancing at Churro, Oberon assumed his original position. Best not to piss off the potentially rabid talking raccoon on top of everything else.
{{ Yeah you're gonna have to spell this one out for us, Sparky. }}
Io gave an exasperated sigh before beginning his rant.
Do you truly not remember??
Moon's party. The drinking game. THIS ONE!
He point dramatically at the little Lūmen.
This...this pink-haired harbinger of poor decisions looked you dead in the eyes and said that given the opportunity, she would specifically kill you. YOU!
My beloved! My dust bunny! My pocket lint!
Crossing his arms once more he gave a resounding "huff" in which a small puff of flame was breathed from his nostrils like a disgruntled dragon.
{{ Io.... it was a game. }}
Yes! A game in which there were numerous alternatives and yet she charted a swift and direct course toward your demise!
As Io began ranting, Churro rushed (waddled) over and hugged Lotus' leg. He couldn't get back to painting, not when his mother was being threatened by the Fire Unfriend!
Though, the more he spoke, the more exasperated Nymphe seemed to get.
… seriously?
Even Churro seemed to be silently judging him.
“You angry because game?”
Yeah, what he said. Io was mad over a drinking game?
Okay, first off: do not call me “this one.” My name is Nymphe. If you don't want to call me that, you can call me Lotus, but not “this one.” That, along with the way you're pointing at me, is beyond disrespectful. My animals have better manners.
Churro felt his ears flatten against his head, he'd heard this tone before; the tone of a scolding teacher. Lotus usually used it on the critters back in the café whenever they misbehaved.
Second. The only reason I ‘killed’ Oberon in the drinking game we played last month was because I was upset with him for making Churro cry.
Speaking of which…
I'm sorry for being so curt with you earlier. It was very rude of me, especially since Churro seems to have forgiven you. It's really not productive to hold grudges on behalf of someone else, especially when the person I'm mad for seems to have forgotten about what happened.
Nymphe and Churro have found themselves in the realm, with the little raccoon dragging his mum friend around while he looked for… something — or, well someone. A certain blue-haired moth-winged someone.
I don't understand, I thought you and Oberon were on bad terms.
No, Nymphe, you and Oberon were on bad terms (a rather one-sided thing, mind you); Churro had already forgotten about the 'rabies' incident, and was now determined to go and "paint mothman," or something.
You see, he had recently gone down a rabbit hole on the internet. The Youtube algorithm had somehow taken him from minecraft building tutorials to deep dives of common urban legends — one of them being the mothman. Churro's little brain had instantly connected the cryptid to the man who sat next to him when they played paranoia. And so, obviously, he decided to go out and see him! And paint him? Sure, why not.
"Hurry, hurry! Have to see Mothman!"
Oberon was...well, where else? Getting coffee. Eyes nearly glued shut with sleep, he had trudged his way to the market to pick up more coffee for home and to get himself a fresh brew for right now.
He sat himself at one of the tables nearby, sipping from his oversized cup when he just happened to notice a talking raccoon followed by a flash of pink hair.
Shit.
The little moth held the cup in front of his face, wings outspread like a statue. Yeah. That'll do it. You have shroud magic. You can render your entire self invisible, but go ahead. Hide behind the coffee cup. That'll work.
Truthfully, there weren't any hard feelings between himself and the other two. He was just awkward. Social situations not really his forte. Also... did the raccoon just say "Mothman"?
Honestly, in Oberon's defence, it could've worked. Churro wasn't… the brightest sometimes. Thankfully, he had his slightly (only slightly) more intelligent guardian with him. She stopped in front of the "Mothman," causing Churro to stop in his tracks.
… hello.
Nymphe's excitement was palpable. Wow, she was just thrilled to be talking to Oberon. She has never been happier.
Meanwhile, Churro seemed to finally notice just who was standing in front of them, and his eyes began to shine with glee.
"Mothman! No move. I paint you now, okay?"
Oh, okay, he was getting straight to the point. Cool.
That was all he said before he began setting up his little easel and canvas, pulling out a professional-looking set of paints from gods-knows-where, and… began painting.
Oooh. Icy. He was socially adept enough to recognize there was still some tension there. But at this point he figured the best way to make it up to her was to go along with whatever came next.
Which was...?
He tilted his head as the easel and paints were set up.
Uh. Oh...uh...okay....?
Dear gods, why? All he wanted was some coffee. Now he was one of Churro's French girls.
It was truly amazing how easily people gave in to Churro's whims (though Nymphe supposed it wasn't really all that shocking; after all, who could say no to that face?).
The little raccoon observed his new muse, hand on his chin — usually this was the part where artists began mapping out the composition of their work. Churro wasn't doing that, though. He was simply posing like that and pretending to think because he saw other artists do the same thing.
“Hmm… lots colour blue.”
You don't say?
Nymphe shrugged at Oberon's question, clearing her throat in an attempt to soften her tone. (Churro didn't seem to be upset with him anymore, so she supposed she could be less harsh with him. Remaining hostile would probably only cause trouble).
Churro's recently gotten obsessed with… um, the “mothman”…
She paused for a second, was that offensive? Surely not, right? She sure hoped it wasn't.
It reminded him of you, since you have moth-like wings, and he's been adamant on… painting you. For some reason.
“Can take painting home after. Show to fire friend, ok?”
He was relieved to hear the shift in Nymphe's tone, even if it was subtle. Yeah, he could be a real asshole sometimes but he didn't like upsetting good people. And Nymphe was good people. So was Churro...probably.
{{ Oh...uh yeah... I guess I'm...I mean I am a moth-ish man so... }}
Churro looked so determined. He didn't pull this trick out for everyone but every once in a while he'd activate the bioluminescence of his wing dust to glow a vibrant neon blue. Just for show. With a little shake to his wings he was all lit up. Maybe Churro would think it's cool. He wasn't sure.
When Churro mentioned his "fire friend" he wasn't sure what to say.
{{Uh yeah I'm sure he'd-}}
Oh. Speak of the devil.
Oberon! I've been looking everywhere for-
Oh! Hello Churro!
Then flaming eyes turned to little more than a fading cinder as he directed his attention to...
Churro seemed to light up alongside Oberon's wings (figuratively), as if he's just witnessed the coolest thing ever.
“Mothman is Christmas tree!?”
Oh, he needed to start painting now. He began running the paintbrush accross the canvas, seemingly full of inspiration. He was so “in the zone” that he hardly paid any attention to Io's arrival, nor the way his tone shifted when he addressed Lotus.
Nymphe, however, did notice.
She blinked. Had… did she done something? She didn't really remember talking to Io for a while.
Even if they'd gotten off to a bit of a rocky start. Oberon really did love animals. Churro included. And right now, seeing the little thing so happy just over some silly trick he could pull, well that put a smile on his own fa-
{{ You okay?? }}
He'd only ever heard Io take that tone with like...tyrants. War lords. People that had threatened them. Right now he was just as confused as Nymphe.
Oh I'm fine Obie, dear.
Having fun, are we?
He gave a cheery smile to Churro who was doing a... good(?) job capturing Oberon's likeness. Then he turned once more to Nymphe.
Yeah, no, was Io okay?? 'Cause from where Nymphe was standing, he looked just about ready to commit a felony.
Life-or… huh?
See, Nymphe had completely forgotten about the ‘fuck, marry, kill’ portion of that night. She only remembered being pissed off with Oberon for making Churro cry. Look, her mind was preoccupied with other, much more pressing matters. Like what she'd be having for dinner that night.
She took a step back before turning to face Oberon, her brow furrowed.
Uh, is this- like, um. Do you know what's going on?
Because she clearly didn't, and Churro was far to invested in his painting (it was looking great, by the way) to notice or… care.
Oberon- who was trying very hard not to move- gave a small shrug in her direction. Seriously this was...strange. And Io was always strange, but this was unusual even for him.
Oh, please don't mind me. I wouldn't want to KILL the buzz, as it were.
No. Sorry Churro. Oberon turned around to look directly at the man.
{{ Seriously. What's your issue? }}
Oh my issue? My issue is that given a list of numerous people you voluntarily selected Oberon's death! Oberon's! Of all people.
His arms were crossed, nose pointed to the air, hair ablaze and dancing wildly with flame.
{{ Io what the fuck are you talking abou- Do- do you know what he's talking about?? }}
No? Am I supposed to? I feel like I'm supposed to know.
But she didn't! Nymphe held both her hands up, taking another step back because what the fuck he was literally on fire (and spoiler alert, flowers aren't very resistant to fire (neither are people, Nymphe)). She looked back at Oberon — shouldn't he know how to handle this situation? He was the one dating this maniac!
Churro finally looked up from his canvas once he noticed that Mothman had moved a little, getting ready to tell him off. You weren't supposed to move while an artist was painting you! How was Churro meant to continue painting now!?
The words died in his tongue once he took note of what was happening. Oh, stars. Fire Friend was no longer being friendly! He was being unfriendly! With Lotus! What had happened while he was painting?!
Nymphe and Churro have found themselves in the realm, with the little raccoon dragging his mum friend around while he looked for… something — or, well someone. A certain blue-haired moth-winged someone.
I don't understand, I thought you and Oberon were on bad terms.
No, Nymphe, you and Oberon were on bad terms (a rather one-sided thing, mind you); Churro had already forgotten about the 'rabies' incident, and was now determined to go and "paint mothman," or something.
You see, he had recently gone down a rabbit hole on the internet. The Youtube algorithm had somehow taken him from minecraft building tutorials to deep dives of common urban legends — one of them being the mothman. Churro's little brain had instantly connected the cryptid to the man who sat next to him when they played paranoia. And so, obviously, he decided to go out and see him! And paint him? Sure, why not.
"Hurry, hurry! Have to see Mothman!"
Oberon was...well, where else? Getting coffee. Eyes nearly glued shut with sleep, he had trudged his way to the market to pick up more coffee for home and to get himself a fresh brew for right now.
He sat himself at one of the tables nearby, sipping from his oversized cup when he just happened to notice a talking raccoon followed by a flash of pink hair.
Shit.
The little moth held the cup in front of his face, wings outspread like a statue. Yeah. That'll do it. You have shroud magic. You can render your entire self invisible, but go ahead. Hide behind the coffee cup. That'll work.
Truthfully, there weren't any hard feelings between himself and the other two. He was just awkward. Social situations not really his forte. Also... did the raccoon just say "Mothman"?
Honestly, in Oberon's defence, it could've worked. Churro wasn't… the brightest sometimes. Thankfully, he had his slightly (only slightly) more intelligent guardian with him. She stopped in front of the "Mothman," causing Churro to stop in his tracks.
… hello.
Nymphe's excitement was palpable. Wow, she was just thrilled to be talking to Oberon. She has never been happier.
Meanwhile, Churro seemed to finally notice just who was standing in front of them, and his eyes began to shine with glee.
"Mothman! No move. I paint you now, okay?"
Oh, okay, he was getting straight to the point. Cool.
That was all he said before he began setting up his little easel and canvas, pulling out a professional-looking set of paints from gods-knows-where, and… began painting.
Oooh. Icy. He was socially adept enough to recognize there was still some tension there. But at this point he figured the best way to make it up to her was to go along with whatever came next.
Which was...?
He tilted his head as the easel and paints were set up.
Uh. Oh...uh...okay....?
Dear gods, why? All he wanted was some coffee. Now he was one of Churro's French girls.
It was truly amazing how easily people gave in to Churro's whims (though Nymphe supposed it wasn't really all that shocking; after all, who could say no to that face?).
The little raccoon observed his new muse, hand on his chin — usually this was the part where artists began mapping out the composition of their work. Churro wasn't doing that, though. He was simply posing like that and pretending to think because he saw other artists do the same thing.
“Hmm… lots colour blue.”
You don't say?
Nymphe shrugged at Oberon's question, clearing her throat in an attempt to soften her tone. (Churro didn't seem to be upset with him anymore, so she supposed she could be less harsh with him. Remaining hostile would probably only cause trouble).
Churro's recently gotten obsessed with… um, the “mothman”…
She paused for a second, was that offensive? Surely not, right? She sure hoped it wasn't.
It reminded him of you, since you have moth-like wings, and he's been adamant on… painting you. For some reason.
“Can take painting home after. Show to fire friend, ok?”
He was relieved to hear the shift in Nymphe's tone, even if it was subtle. Yeah, he could be a real asshole sometimes but he didn't like upsetting good people. And Nymphe was good people. So was Churro...probably.
{{ Oh...uh yeah... I guess I'm...I mean I am a moth-ish man so... }}
Churro looked so determined. He didn't pull this trick out for everyone but every once in a while he'd activate the bioluminescence of his wing dust to glow a vibrant neon blue. Just for show. With a little shake to his wings he was all lit up. Maybe Churro would think it's cool. He wasn't sure.
When Churro mentioned his "fire friend" he wasn't sure what to say.
{{Uh yeah I'm sure he'd-}}
Oh. Speak of the devil.
Oberon! I've been looking everywhere for-
Oh! Hello Churro!
Then flaming eyes turned to little more than a fading cinder as he directed his attention to...
Churro seemed to light up alongside Oberon's wings (figuratively), as if he's just witnessed the coolest thing ever.
“Mothman is Christmas tree!?”
Oh, he needed to start painting now. He began running the paintbrush accross the canvas, seemingly full of inspiration. He was so “in the zone” that he hardly paid any attention to Io's arrival, nor the way his tone shifted when he addressed Lotus.
Nymphe, however, did notice.
She blinked. Had… did she done something? She didn't really remember talking to Io for a while.
Even if they'd gotten off to a bit of a rocky start. Oberon really did love animals. Churro included. And right now, seeing the little thing so happy just over some silly trick he could pull, well that put a smile on his own fa-
{{ You okay?? }}
He'd only ever heard Io take that tone with like...tyrants. War lords. People that had threatened them. Right now he was just as confused as Nymphe.
Oh I'm fine Obie, dear.
Having fun, are we?
He gave a cheery smile to Churro who was doing a... good(?) job capturing Oberon's likeness. Then he turned once more to Nymphe.
Yeah, no, was Io okay?? 'Cause from where Nymphe was standing, he looked just about ready to commit a felony.
Life-or… huh?
See, Nymphe had completely forgotten about the ‘fuck, marry, kill’ portion of that night. She only remembered being pissed off with Oberon for making Churro cry. Look, her mind was preoccupied with other, much more pressing matters. Like what she'd be having for dinner that night.
She took a step back before turning to face Oberon, her brow furrowed.
Uh, is this- like, um. Do you know what's going on?
Because she clearly didn't, and Churro was far to invested in his painting (it was looking great, by the way) to notice or… care.
Nymphe and Churro have found themselves in the realm, with the little raccoon dragging his mum friend around while he looked for… something — or, well someone. A certain blue-haired moth-winged someone.
I don't understand, I thought you and Oberon were on bad terms.
No, Nymphe, you and Oberon were on bad terms (a rather one-sided thing, mind you); Churro had already forgotten about the 'rabies' incident, and was now determined to go and "paint mothman," or something.
You see, he had recently gone down a rabbit hole on the internet. The Youtube algorithm had somehow taken him from minecraft building tutorials to deep dives of common urban legends — one of them being the mothman. Churro's little brain had instantly connected the cryptid to the man who sat next to him when they played paranoia. And so, obviously, he decided to go out and see him! And paint him? Sure, why not.
"Hurry, hurry! Have to see Mothman!"
Oberon was...well, where else? Getting coffee. Eyes nearly glued shut with sleep, he had trudged his way to the market to pick up more coffee for home and to get himself a fresh brew for right now.
He sat himself at one of the tables nearby, sipping from his oversized cup when he just happened to notice a talking raccoon followed by a flash of pink hair.
Shit.
The little moth held the cup in front of his face, wings outspread like a statue. Yeah. That'll do it. You have shroud magic. You can render your entire self invisible, but go ahead. Hide behind the coffee cup. That'll work.
Truthfully, there weren't any hard feelings between himself and the other two. He was just awkward. Social situations not really his forte. Also... did the raccoon just say "Mothman"?
Honestly, in Oberon's defence, it could've worked. Churro wasn't… the brightest sometimes. Thankfully, he had his slightly (only slightly) more intelligent guardian with him. She stopped in front of the "Mothman," causing Churro to stop in his tracks.
… hello.
Nymphe's excitement was palpable. Wow, she was just thrilled to be talking to Oberon. She has never been happier.
Meanwhile, Churro seemed to finally notice just who was standing in front of them, and his eyes began to shine with glee.
"Mothman! No move. I paint you now, okay?"
Oh, okay, he was getting straight to the point. Cool.
That was all he said before he began setting up his little easel and canvas, pulling out a professional-looking set of paints from gods-knows-where, and… began painting.
Oooh. Icy. He was socially adept enough to recognize there was still some tension there. But at this point he figured the best way to make it up to her was to go along with whatever came next.
Which was...?
He tilted his head as the easel and paints were set up.
Uh. Oh...uh...okay....?
Dear gods, why? All he wanted was some coffee. Now he was one of Churro's French girls.
It was truly amazing how easily people gave in to Churro's whims (though Nymphe supposed it wasn't really all that shocking; after all, who could say no to that face?).
The little raccoon observed his new muse, hand on his chin — usually this was the part where artists began mapping out the composition of their work. Churro wasn't doing that, though. He was simply posing like that and pretending to think because he saw other artists do the same thing.
“Hmm… lots colour blue.”
You don't say?
Nymphe shrugged at Oberon's question, clearing her throat in an attempt to soften her tone. (Churro didn't seem to be upset with him anymore, so she supposed she could be less harsh with him. Remaining hostile would probably only cause trouble).
Churro's recently gotten obsessed with… um, the “mothman”…
She paused for a second, was that offensive? Surely not, right? She sure hoped it wasn't.
It reminded him of you, since you have moth-like wings, and he's been adamant on… painting you. For some reason.
“Can take painting home after. Show to fire friend, ok?”
He was relieved to hear the shift in Nymphe's tone, even if it was subtle. Yeah, he could be a real asshole sometimes but he didn't like upsetting good people. And Nymphe was good people. So was Churro...probably.
{{ Oh...uh yeah... I guess I'm...I mean I am a moth-ish man so... }}
Churro looked so determined. He didn't pull this trick out for everyone but every once in a while he'd activate the bioluminescence of his wing dust to glow a vibrant neon blue. Just for show. With a little shake to his wings he was all lit up. Maybe Churro would think it's cool. He wasn't sure.
When Churro mentioned his "fire friend" he wasn't sure what to say.
{{Uh yeah I'm sure he'd-}}
Oh. Speak of the devil.
Oberon! I've been looking everywhere for-
Oh! Hello Churro!
Then flaming eyes turned to little more than a fading cinder as he directed his attention to...
Churro seemed to light up alongside Oberon's wings (figuratively), as if he's just witnessed the coolest thing ever.
“Mothman is Christmas tree!?”
Oh, he needed to start painting now. He began running the paintbrush accross the canvas, seemingly full of inspiration. He was so “in the zone” that he hardly paid any attention to Io's arrival, nor the way his tone shifted when he addressed Lotus.
Nymphe, however, did notice.
She blinked. Had… did she done something? She didn't really remember talking to Io for a while.
Nymphe and Churro have found themselves in the realm, with the little raccoon dragging his mum friend around while he looked for… something — or, well someone. A certain blue-haired moth-winged someone.
I don't understand, I thought you and Oberon were on bad terms.
No, Nymphe, you and Oberon were on bad terms (a rather one-sided thing, mind you); Churro had already forgotten about the 'rabies' incident, and was now determined to go and "paint mothman," or something.
You see, he had recently gone down a rabbit hole on the internet. The Youtube algorithm had somehow taken him from minecraft building tutorials to deep dives of common urban legends — one of them being the mothman. Churro's little brain had instantly connected the cryptid to the man who sat next to him when they played paranoia. And so, obviously, he decided to go out and see him! And paint him? Sure, why not.
"Hurry, hurry! Have to see Mothman!"
Oberon was...well, where else? Getting coffee. Eyes nearly glued shut with sleep, he had trudged his way to the market to pick up more coffee for home and to get himself a fresh brew for right now.
He sat himself at one of the tables nearby, sipping from his oversized cup when he just happened to notice a talking raccoon followed by a flash of pink hair.
Shit.
The little moth held the cup in front of his face, wings outspread like a statue. Yeah. That'll do it. You have shroud magic. You can render your entire self invisible, but go ahead. Hide behind the coffee cup. That'll work.
Truthfully, there weren't any hard feelings between himself and the other two. He was just awkward. Social situations not really his forte. Also... did the raccoon just say "Mothman"?
Honestly, in Oberon's defence, it could've worked. Churro wasn't… the brightest sometimes. Thankfully, he had his slightly (only slightly) more intelligent guardian with him. She stopped in front of the "Mothman," causing Churro to stop in his tracks.
… hello.
Nymphe's excitement was palpable. Wow, she was just thrilled to be talking to Oberon. She has never been happier.
Meanwhile, Churro seemed to finally notice just who was standing in front of them, and his eyes began to shine with glee.
"Mothman! No move. I paint you now, okay?"
Oh, okay, he was getting straight to the point. Cool.
That was all he said before he began setting up his little easel and canvas, pulling out a professional-looking set of paints from gods-knows-where, and… began painting.
Oooh. Icy. He was socially adept enough to recognize there was still some tension there. But at this point he figured the best way to make it up to her was to go along with whatever came next.
Which was...?
He tilted his head as the easel and paints were set up.
Uh. Oh...uh...okay....?
Dear gods, why? All he wanted was some coffee. Now he was one of Churro's French girls.
It was truly amazing how easily people gave in to Churro's whims (though Nymphe supposed it wasn't really all that shocking; after all, who could say no to that face?).
The little raccoon observed his new muse, hand on his chin — usually this was the part where artists began mapping out the composition of their work. Churro wasn't doing that, though. He was simply posing like that and pretending to think because he saw other artists do the same thing.
“Hmm… lots colour blue.”
You don't say?
Nymphe shrugged at Oberon's question, clearing her throat in an attempt to soften her tone. (Churro didn't seem to be upset with him anymore, so she supposed she could be less harsh with him. Remaining hostile would probably only cause trouble).
Churro's recently gotten obsessed with… um, the “mothman”…
She paused for a second, was that offensive? Surely not, right? She sure hoped it wasn't.
It reminded him of you, since you have moth-like wings, and he's been adamant on… painting you. For some reason.
“Can take painting home after. Show to fire friend, ok?”
It shouldn't be any surprise that the Sin of Greed, who is also known to be quite the big enjoyer for parties, had suddenly forced everyone to join them in one of the open rooms. Beings involved were already split up into a random assortment of teams, tables setting up with a few shots of... something plastered on them, as well as a selection of drugs neatly placed in boxes.
Oh, and a tipping jar. For each of them. Because of course.
Clearing his throat, Mammon grinned before theatrically bowing, fanning his hand out to make a microphone appear. Because... that was needed. Trust the sins to be all dramatic.
Hello, ladies, gentlemen, and whatever else you are! I've decided I'm bored and this 'party' needs a bit more life in it. So, seein' as we have several pairings 'ere, why not have some fun?
You guys heard of that 'newly weds' shit that mortals love? It's that... but with a twist! You're paired with people that you may know rather well, or you may not know. How fun!
And so, the pairings would be as followed: Fuckass and Io: Foxy and Pax: Kalaren and Mothman: Moon and Pinkie Pie!
Great names, Mammon. Yes, he did cleanly dodge that sudden empty wine bottle that was thrown at him by Xinalith.
I'll ask a question, four of you will write down your answers, and your partner has gotta answer them! If they match, congrats! If not, you're both taking a shot that's in front of you. They might be good, they might be shit. They'll switch up!
Oh, and if I get bored, I'll spice it up. Answers still have to match. We cool? We're cool. So, the first question will be for Xinalith, Luxian, Kalaren and Moon!
What is their favourite movie?
( @infernussins )
Oh! This was exciting!
Oh this was terrible.
A Sin had come along and they were hosting a game??
What fresh hell was this?
And he was paired with Xinalith, no less. Could this get any better?
At least he was with Kalaren...guess it could be worse.
Ah! An interesting question. One that, unfortunately, I haven't the faintest clue the answer to but I'm confident in my ability to riddle the answer, if you will.
He scribbled for a moment before confidently revealing his answer. A beaming smile toward Xinalith.
Casablanca 💖
Yes. He'd drawn a heart.
Meanwhile Oberon also had no clue. Some friend, huh? They'd watched movies over the years but he'd already forgotten most of them.
{{ Uhhh... }}
He wrote something down with a shrug. Then flipped it with an apologetic look to Kalaren. It said:
Pax looked over at Luxian with a thoughtful hum. They had watched a lot of movies at family dinners but he wasn't actually that sure of his favourite movie. So, scribbling an answer it was.
Girl with a Pearl Earring
It was a good movie either way.
As for Kalaren he was trying not to giggle at the answer Oberon gave for him. He'd be singing songs from that movie later.
Nymphe had no clue how she got here, or when, or why. Was there some kind of celebration happening? Why were there so many people around?
Good god, she was so lost.
And then... she was dragged into a game and asked for Moon's favourite movie.
... okay. Sure.
And so, Nymphe (still very confused) scribbled down her answer. She did completely make it up though, because one, she didn't know many movies herself; and two, she had no idea what Moon liked.
Nymphe and Churro have found themselves in the realm, with the little raccoon dragging his mum friend around while he looked for… something — or, well someone. A certain blue-haired moth-winged someone.
I don't understand, I thought you and Oberon were on bad terms.
No, Nymphe, you and Oberon were on bad terms (a rather one-sided thing, mind you); Churro had already forgotten about the 'rabies' incident, and was now determined to go and "paint mothman," or something.
You see, he had recently gone down a rabbit hole on the internet. The Youtube algorithm had somehow taken him from minecraft building tutorials to deep dives of common urban legends — one of them being the mothman. Churro's little brain had instantly connected the cryptid to the man who sat next to him when they played paranoia. And so, obviously, he decided to go out and see him! And paint him? Sure, why not.
"Hurry, hurry! Have to see Mothman!"
Oberon was...well, where else? Getting coffee. Eyes nearly glued shut with sleep, he had trudged his way to the market to pick up more coffee for home and to get himself a fresh brew for right now.
He sat himself at one of the tables nearby, sipping from his oversized cup when he just happened to notice a talking raccoon followed by a flash of pink hair.
Shit.
The little moth held the cup in front of his face, wings outspread like a statue. Yeah. That'll do it. You have shroud magic. You can render your entire self invisible, but go ahead. Hide behind the coffee cup. That'll work.
Truthfully, there weren't any hard feelings between himself and the other two. He was just awkward. Social situations not really his forte. Also... did the raccoon just say "Mothman"?
Honestly, in Oberon's defence, it could've worked. Churro wasn't… the brightest sometimes. Thankfully, he had his slightly (only slightly) more intelligent guardian with him. She stopped in front of the "Mothman," causing Churro to stop in his tracks.
… hello.
Nymphe's excitement was palpable. Wow, she was just thrilled to be talking to Oberon. She has never been happier.
Meanwhile, Churro seemed to finally notice just who was standing in front of them, and his eyes began to shine with glee.
"Mothman! No move. I paint you now, okay?"
Oh, okay, he was getting straight to the point. Cool.
That was all he said before he began setting up his little easel and canvas, pulling out a professional-looking set of paints from gods-knows-where, and… began painting.
A drinking game has started in the realm, everyone gathered in a fun little circle, and would you look at that, Kalaren was up first!
He got to ask Xinalith a question! So leaning over he whispered an ask, giggling all the while before pulling back so hear their answer.
Of course, Xinalith was at the point of intoxication where they just... went along with anything. So, here they were, sipping on their wine whilst their ear twitched at Kalaren's question.
Looking over at the group, they hummed.
Io and...
There was a pause as they contemplated. Oh, they were really bad at keeping their expression together.
Churro.
And so, once the answer was shared, the coin was flipped. And what do you know? It landed on heads! How... exciting? Have fun guessing who's who, unless you really know them.
With that out of the way, Xinalith leaned in to Lotus's ear, and proceeded to whisper their question to her.
( @wovenblooms )
If you had to punch one person, and hug one non Pax person here, who would it be without specifying?
Lotus hadn't drank anything yet, but she saw everyone gathered around in a circle and decided to join in! Yay, this is so exciting!
On the other side of the circle, Churro seemed to light up as he heard the question. They wanted to hug him!? He looked just about ready to get up and hug them right then and there! No, he didn't seem to process the fact there could be the possibility that they might want to punch him.
Though on the other hand, Lotus' excitement seemed to die down as Xinalith whispered their question to her ear.
This bitch.
With a sigh, she tilted her head as she thought long and hard about her answer.
… Cherry.
She let out a small breath of relief once she flipped the coin and saw it land on tails. She was taking this to the grave. Yes, it was that serious.
Then, she moved to whisper her own question to Moon.
Moon wasn't sure how she got here. Pax and Kalaren started pulling her along and now she was in a circle. When Lotus got close enough to whisper in her ear she cringed a bit. Too close. The question making her hum though.
Die.
No seriously, she would just die. Flipping the coin heads was the given choice.
Looking to Io there was a better chance of a blizzard in the infernal realm than her whispering in his ear, so a voice straight to his mind instead.
She needed a drink. A strong one.
(@ember-and-relic)
Question was ~ "What would you do if you lost all your magical abilities?"
Io was well into his.... fourth? No... eleventh drink! Sitting criss cross applesauce on the ground swaying happily to a song that could only be heard in his head. Oh what fun!
And now Xinalith was looking at him with a wry smirk. He pointed to himself with the head tilt of a golden retriever and a smile to match, just happy to be included. When the question was revealed it did, of course occur to him that there was a 50/50 chance of getting punched. He'd been punched by many beings. Never one as prestigious as the Ruler of the Infernal. What an honor!
Back to humming and swaying until it was Moon's turn to... well...infiltrate his mind. Eyebrows raised for a moment. Then the smile returned.
Not at all. Not even for a minute.
He blew a kiss toward Oberon and look at that! Heads!
Another happy hum before leaning toward Luxian.
(@xinalith)
Question~ "Do you believe you've wasted your birthright and talent?"
Happily sitting amongst everyone, tail swishing around like it was out of control... and uh... spinning in a circle... sorry Io and Churro, you're in the dusting range here, Luxian was.
...
High. He was just here to have a good time. Actually, he doesn't even remember how he got here.
His ear perked up when Io started to whisper, just for it to... perk a little to much to the left... and oh, it was now inside out. Good job. Now he can hear even better.
Staring off in thought, tail now thumping the grass, he pouted.
...Horsle...?
With that, the coin was flipped, and it landed on tails! So, with a giggle, he leaned in close to Churro and whispered his question.
Churro time! He was having the time of his life. Truth is, he didn't know what was really going on, but he did know that a bunch of his friends from the realm were sitting in a circle and answering questions!! He liked that!
His ear twitched at Luxian's question. Oooh, he already knew the answer to this one!
Moon! Because god!
He watched the very shiny coin flip. It landed on, uh... the shiny side. Does that mean that he wins? He pointed to the coin, the with the tails side facing up.
I win?
Yeah, sure, buddy.
With a triumphant grin, he beckoned Oberon closer and whispered his question. He'd actually been wondering about this ever since he saw Obie.
Needless to say, the blown kiss from Io would go ignored.
It didn't matter how many drinks were in him, Oberon hated every second of this. And what the hells was a raccoon even doing here, anyway? Sure he liked animals, but… holy shit was this thing rabid!? He leaned away as the crusty critter chittered in his ear. It talks. Of course it talks.
Who-? Did Io put you up to this?? No! And stop telling people I do!
A nonexistent middle finger was raised before he realized his mistake…changed hands…and continued with the coin flip. Tails. Good.
Then the drunken moth eyeballed his teacher. The King. King of oversharing, maybe. Hmm… what sort of question could even make a man like this squirm? He dragged himself over to Pax, a wary side-eye to Xinalith as he leaned in…not too close. Io might be fine with getting punched, but he'd like to avoid that, thank you very much.
Pax adored games like this, it was like a giant gossip session. Like why wasn't he the one Xinalith wanted to hug. Yeah sure he wasn't allowed to be but that was rude.
Letting Oberon close enough to whisper but not too close he hummed. A pout forming as he looked at Xinalith. Well this answer was clear as day.
Hair care.
Simp. Such a simp. Oh look he even blew them a kiss. Look this was saying A LOT. If you know you know.
Flipping the coin heads popped up, now he got to share his adoration before it was his turn to ask Kaztor something. Goodluck son.
(@xinalith)
Question was ~ "A week without sex or a week without hair and skin care?"
Hearing the answer and later, question, Xinalith couldn't help themselves. They were also blowing him a little kiss, before now happily swaying in their seat. Both of them were simps. And now, there was a happy demon amongst them all.
Speaking of demons, it was Kaz's turn, who leaned in to listen to Pax's question. For a moment, he pulled a confused face, before his eyes darted around. Hmm... ah!
Get a piggyback ride from Satan and have him run around the realm in a tutu.
And so, the coin was flipped, and it landed on... heads! The question was shared amongst everyone, and it did pull a snicker out of the sin of pride sitting just across from him.
Now, it was back to Kal, his best friend! And oh, given the grin on his face? Sorry Kal.
( @kalaren )
Q: What is one thing you would do if there was no consequences to it?
The moment Kaz saw his reaction? He had to hold in his laughter. Biting his lower lip, bringing his hand over his mouth, whatever it took. But then the coinflip came? And oh, he burst out laughing.
But maybe he should've thought about that sooner, for it was Kal's turn to ask him. And oh, how fast his face dropped.
A side eye to Pax. Eyes to Xinalith. That hand over his mouth? It came down to join with his other hand, elbows resting on his thighs as he looked like he was almost... praying. Because unholy fuck, he had to speak to something out there.
Well. It's been one good run. Two, if you count his previous life before being a demon. Anyway, by-the-by.
With one deep breath, the demon answered.
Te...
Swallow. Was that... sweat on his forehead?
Teach the imps...
The coin flipped and it landed on heads. Okay, so, how to escape two powerful beings...
Awkwardly laughing to Pax, he leaned in then to ask his question.
( @kalaren )
Q: Would you rather tell Pax to go fuck himself, tell Xinalith you're ungrateful for everything, or teach the imps to swear and they both know it was you?
Pax was looking at Kalaren. A slow blink. He knows that he didn't just say that after the halloween incident. He would choose to do that again?
Then slowly, oh so slowly eyes on Kaztor. Before he could ask the question was shared. He was going to teach the imps to swear? Their sweet baby imps that could do no wrong? Could you imagine Fizzle pulling up with a "fuck you cunt"? Yeah Pax didn't even think about the first part of the question his babies were in danger.
Huh who knew he was so protective.
With a deep breath his hands moved in front of his mouth as he did some breathing. Just a game drunk boy. Just a game. Then the question came, gaze moving back towards Kaztor.
Right now? You. Or Kalaren, no You. No Kal. No...you. Definitely you.
Well that was that. And would you look at that, the question would stay between him and Kaztor.
Shaking his head he leaned over to Oberon to whisper his question.
Great. Just great. He hadn't realized they'd be switching direction. Surely this would be coming back to bite him. Pax knew him enough to know Oberon didn't like...well...much of anything really. Their personalities on entirely opposite ends of a spectrum. In truth, there really couldn't be a worse person to ask him questions.
Fuck the coin toss, he tipped back the rest of his drink before leaning in. Again, not too close. Wings...and eye... twitching as the question was asked.
No. No no no no. The drink wasn't enough. Drugs. Poison. Maybe Moon could just kill him!
Oh...but his silver orbs were already drifting across the circle to look directly at...
....
..
.
xinalith.
Gods above, below, and everywhere in between please let this be... TAILS! Oh thank fuck.
Looking at the scrubby little raccoon, all bets were off. He crouched down and asked the furry little shit cute little guy his question.
Churro was still having a great time! He still had little clue as to what was actually happening, but it looked like Kal and Kaz were in trouble!! Ooooooooh!
He looked back at the purple moth man. Hehe, he looked like he was about to throw up!
What is a "fee-line-y?" Like a cat?
Yes! I like kitty!
The answer to the actual question was also yes, by the way. He once ate a plane. and according to the Internet: "Eating someone else's private jet is a felony in the United States and most jurisdictions, as it constitutes the complete destruction of high-value property."
Ah, but his eyes seemed to widen at Oberon's other question.
Oh.
Oh no.
Were those tears?
Like what...? I am not rabie...
Great job, Oberon. You made Churro sad. What the fuck, dude? Lotus looked just about ready to murder you, completely ignoring the coin, which has landed on heads.
With a little sniffle, the sad raccoon went over and asked Luxian his question.
Question: Have you ever committed a felony? Bonus question. Do you have rabies or are you just like that?
See, here's something Luxian was about to find out about himself. Being high? Extra emotional. He really liked animals, and Churro was just soooo cuuuuttee!
So, seeing him cry? His tears welled up. Poor little sweet, cutie patootie, baby who has done nothing wrong ever, because he is just an innocent little raccoon and OOOHHHH he just wanted to hug him so BAADD.
Looking over at Oberon, because... I mean, he was the one that made Churro sad, his lip trembled.
What did you say to this poor, little baby?
Still, he listened to Churro, before giggling softly as he nodded eagerly.
Very! Very much so!
With the coin flipping and landing on tails, nothing could be said. But that's okay. Him and Churro knew.
Leaning in to Io's ear, it was time for his question now!
Well shit... As bad as it was seeing the little raccoon cry, the accusatory question from the trembling fox was even worse. Fuck it all. He quickly looked down to his boots, wings drooping slightly before turning to Churro.
I may have...overreacted. If it helps I think most people here have broken some sort of law... and quite possibly carry rabies...
Meanwhile, plastered and still having a grand old time, Io was looking rather askew. His ascot undone, his overcoat now serving as a comfortable cushion. What a lovely little game this was!
Did he have any idea the kinds of questions his beloved other half was being tormented with right across the way? Nope! Nor would those answers have bothered him had the coin landed on heads. And not just because he was already three sheets to the wind.
Though he wasn't entirely certain why the two to his left were in tears now. A small misunderstanding took place as Luxian leaned in, reaching out his arms to embrace the weepy fox. That's what he wanted, right? A hug to fix the feels?
Oh. No? They'd switched direction? Ah. That made more sense.
Io gave the question some thought before answering, ember eyes darting around the circle. But the answer was simple. It was the curious woman to his right, of course!
That would have to be Moon! Need I really say more?
The coin was then flipped and the question stayed hidden. Perhaps for his own beat interest.
Speaking of Moon, it was his turn to ask her a question. Though he'd learned his lesson just now from Luxian. ✨Boundaries✨
Pulling his notebook and pen from nowhere, he scribbled something down and gently floated it over to Moon.
Moon was snickering at Kalaren and Kaztor, oh they would be getting yelled at later and she would be filming it. Good times.
That was until she heard her name again, eyes narrowing at the fire haired man. If there was something to know about Moon, she didn't like being talked about and especially not when she didn't know the context. Still it was apart of the game she supposed.
A small exhale through her nose as she took the paper, hazy eyes scanning before looking up, eyes dragging over everyone before she snickered again. Oh looks like she liked this question.
Lotus and Xinalith.
Oh that would be a great show. And flipping the coin she got to share with everyone, even more fun! No she wouldn't be explaining. Instead a question spoken into Lotus' mind.
( @wovenblooms )
Question Was ~ "Which two people here would you most like to see "duke it out" in the arena, so to speak?"
Lotus didn't seem as jolly a before, not when her poor son raccoon looked so sad, lying face down on the ground.
Though she did raise an eyebrow what Moon said. A fight between her and Xinalith? That would certainly be... something! It would be something, that's for sure.
Hearing Moon's voice in her mind made her flinch slightly, her lips pursing and cheeks warming as she processed the question.
Hopefully, Moon wouldn't mind be answer. She cleared her throat,
Moon...
Her eyes trailed across everyone else in the circle. Stars, why were most people there already in a relationship? Look, she was no homewrecker, even if this was just a game.
... Kaztor,
While she seemed to have trouble with the first two, the last name spoiled out her lips like it was the most obvious answer ever.
and Oberon.
Fuck you. She still wasn't over him making Churro cry, even if he did apologise. No, she didn't care of she was being "petty."
She watched the coin flip, and when she saw it land on heads, she felt the need to bury her head in her hands. Gosh, this is embarrassing.
She pulled out a notebook and pen from... I don't know, somewhere (because apparently everyone in this circle just always had a pen and paper on hand), and wore down her question to Xinalith.
Her petty streak returned, she was planning on getting payback for that awful question they had asked her before.
@xinalith
Question: Pick people in the game, fuck, marry, and kill. So name three people in total. Say them in order of the question.
A drinking game has started in the realm, everyone gathered in a fun little circle, and would you look at that, Kalaren was up first!
He got to ask Xinalith a question! So leaning over he whispered an ask, giggling all the while before pulling back so hear their answer.
Of course, Xinalith was at the point of intoxication where they just... went along with anything. So, here they were, sipping on their wine whilst their ear twitched at Kalaren's question.
Looking over at the group, they hummed.
Io and...
There was a pause as they contemplated. Oh, they were really bad at keeping their expression together.
Churro.
And so, once the answer was shared, the coin was flipped. And what do you know? It landed on heads! How... exciting? Have fun guessing who's who, unless you really know them.
With that out of the way, Xinalith leaned in to Lotus's ear, and proceeded to whisper their question to her.
( @wovenblooms )
If you had to punch one person, and hug one non Pax person here, who would it be without specifying?
Lotus hadn't drank anything yet, but she saw everyone gathered around in a circle and decided to join in! Yay, this is so exciting!
On the other side of the circle, Churro seemed to light up as he heard the question. They wanted to hug him!? He looked just about ready to get up and hug them right then and there! No, he didn't seem to process the fact there could be the possibility that they might want to punch him.
Though on the other hand, Lotus' excitement seemed to die down as Xinalith whispered their question to her ear.
This bitch.
With a sigh, she tilted her head as she thought long and hard about her answer.
… Cherry.
She let out a small breath of relief once she flipped the coin and saw it land on tails. She was taking this to the grave. Yes, it was that serious.
Then, she moved to whisper her own question to Moon.
Moon wasn't sure how she got here. Pax and Kalaren started pulling her along and now she was in a circle. When Lotus got close enough to whisper in her ear she cringed a bit. Too close. The question making her hum though.
Die.
No seriously, she would just die. Flipping the coin heads was the given choice.
Looking to Io there was a better chance of a blizzard in the infernal realm than her whispering in his ear, so a voice straight to his mind instead.
She needed a drink. A strong one.
(@ember-and-relic)
Question was ~ "What would you do if you lost all your magical abilities?"
Io was well into his.... fourth? No... eleventh drink! Sitting criss cross applesauce on the ground swaying happily to a song that could only be heard in his head. Oh what fun!
And now Xinalith was looking at him with a wry smirk. He pointed to himself with the head tilt of a golden retriever and a smile to match, just happy to be included. When the question was revealed it did, of course occur to him that there was a 50/50 chance of getting punched. He'd been punched by many beings. Never one as prestigious as the Ruler of the Infernal. What an honor!
Back to humming and swaying until it was Moon's turn to... well...infiltrate his mind. Eyebrows raised for a moment. Then the smile returned.
Not at all. Not even for a minute.
He blew a kiss toward Oberon and look at that! Heads!
Another happy hum before leaning toward Luxian.
(@xinalith)
Question~ "Do you believe you've wasted your birthright and talent?"
Happily sitting amongst everyone, tail swishing around like it was out of control... and uh... spinning in a circle... sorry Io and Churro, you're in the dusting range here, Luxian was.
...
High. He was just here to have a good time. Actually, he doesn't even remember how he got here.
His ear perked up when Io started to whisper, just for it to... perk a little to much to the left... and oh, it was now inside out. Good job. Now he can hear even better.
Staring off in thought, tail now thumping the grass, he pouted.
...Horsle...?
With that, the coin was flipped, and it landed on tails! So, with a giggle, he leaned in close to Churro and whispered his question.
Churro time! He was having the time of his life. Truth is, he didn't know what was really going on, but he did know that a bunch of his friends from the realm were sitting in a circle and answering questions!! He liked that!
His ear twitched at Luxian's question. Oooh, he already knew the answer to this one!
Moon! Because god!
He watched the very shiny coin flip. It landed on, uh... the shiny side. Does that mean that he wins? He pointed to the coin, the with the tails side facing up.
I win?
Yeah, sure, buddy.
With a triumphant grin, he beckoned Oberon closer and whispered his question. He'd actually been wondering about this ever since he saw Obie.
Needless to say, the blown kiss from Io would go ignored.
It didn't matter how many drinks were in him, Oberon hated every second of this. And what the hells was a raccoon even doing here, anyway? Sure he liked animals, but… holy shit was this thing rabid!? He leaned away as the crusty critter chittered in his ear. It talks. Of course it talks.
Who-? Did Io put you up to this?? No! And stop telling people I do!
A nonexistent middle finger was raised before he realized his mistake…changed hands…and continued with the coin flip. Tails. Good.
Then the drunken moth eyeballed his teacher. The King. King of oversharing, maybe. Hmm… what sort of question could even make a man like this squirm? He dragged himself over to Pax, a wary side-eye to Xinalith as he leaned in…not too close. Io might be fine with getting punched, but he'd like to avoid that, thank you very much.
Pax adored games like this, it was like a giant gossip session. Like why wasn't he the one Xinalith wanted to hug. Yeah sure he wasn't allowed to be but that was rude.
Letting Oberon close enough to whisper but not too close he hummed. A pout forming as he looked at Xinalith. Well this answer was clear as day.
Hair care.
Simp. Such a simp. Oh look he even blew them a kiss. Look this was saying A LOT. If you know you know.
Flipping the coin heads popped up, now he got to share his adoration before it was his turn to ask Kaztor something. Goodluck son.
(@xinalith)
Question was ~ "A week without sex or a week without hair and skin care?"
Hearing the answer and later, question, Xinalith couldn't help themselves. They were also blowing him a little kiss, before now happily swaying in their seat. Both of them were simps. And now, there was a happy demon amongst them all.
Speaking of demons, it was Kaz's turn, who leaned in to listen to Pax's question. For a moment, he pulled a confused face, before his eyes darted around. Hmm... ah!
Get a piggyback ride from Satan and have him run around the realm in a tutu.
And so, the coin was flipped, and it landed on... heads! The question was shared amongst everyone, and it did pull a snicker out of the sin of pride sitting just across from him.
Now, it was back to Kal, his best friend! And oh, given the grin on his face? Sorry Kal.
( @kalaren )
Q: What is one thing you would do if there was no consequences to it?
The moment Kaz saw his reaction? He had to hold in his laughter. Biting his lower lip, bringing his hand over his mouth, whatever it took. But then the coinflip came? And oh, he burst out laughing.
But maybe he should've thought about that sooner, for it was Kal's turn to ask him. And oh, how fast his face dropped.
A side eye to Pax. Eyes to Xinalith. That hand over his mouth? It came down to join with his other hand, elbows resting on his thighs as he looked like he was almost... praying. Because unholy fuck, he had to speak to something out there.
Well. It's been one good run. Two, if you count his previous life before being a demon. Anyway, by-the-by.
With one deep breath, the demon answered.
Te...
Swallow. Was that... sweat on his forehead?
Teach the imps...
The coin flipped and it landed on heads. Okay, so, how to escape two powerful beings...
Awkwardly laughing to Pax, he leaned in then to ask his question.
( @kalaren )
Q: Would you rather tell Pax to go fuck himself, tell Xinalith you're ungrateful for everything, or teach the imps to swear and they both know it was you?
Pax was looking at Kalaren. A slow blink. He knows that he didn't just say that after the halloween incident. He would choose to do that again?
Then slowly, oh so slowly eyes on Kaztor. Before he could ask the question was shared. He was going to teach the imps to swear? Their sweet baby imps that could do no wrong? Could you imagine Fizzle pulling up with a "fuck you cunt"? Yeah Pax didn't even think about the first part of the question his babies were in danger.
Huh who knew he was so protective.
With a deep breath his hands moved in front of his mouth as he did some breathing. Just a game drunk boy. Just a game. Then the question came, gaze moving back towards Kaztor.
Right now? You. Or Kalaren, no You. No Kal. No...you. Definitely you.
Well that was that. And would you look at that, the question would stay between him and Kaztor.
Shaking his head he leaned over to Oberon to whisper his question.
Great. Just great. He hadn't realized they'd be switching direction. Surely this would be coming back to bite him. Pax knew him enough to know Oberon didn't like...well...much of anything really. Their personalities on entirely opposite ends of a spectrum. In truth, there really couldn't be a worse person to ask him questions.
Fuck the coin toss, he tipped back the rest of his drink before leaning in. Again, not too close. Wings...and eye... twitching as the question was asked.
No. No no no no. The drink wasn't enough. Drugs. Poison. Maybe Moon could just kill him!
Oh...but his silver orbs were already drifting across the circle to look directly at...
....
..
.
xinalith.
Gods above, below, and everywhere in between please let this be... TAILS! Oh thank fuck.
Looking at the scrubby little raccoon, all bets were off. He crouched down and asked the furry little shit cute little guy his question.
Churro was still having a great time! He still had little clue as to what was actually happening, but it looked like Kal and Kaz were in trouble!! Ooooooooh!
He looked back at the purple moth man. Hehe, he looked like he was about to throw up!
What is a "fee-line-y?" Like a cat?
Yes! I like kitty!
The answer to the actual question was also yes, by the way. He once ate a plane. and according to the Internet: "Eating someone else's private jet is a felony in the United States and most jurisdictions, as it constitutes the complete destruction of high-value property."
Ah, but his eyes seemed to widen at Oberon's other question.
Oh.
Oh no.
Were those tears?
Like what...? I am not rabie...
Great job, Oberon. You made Churro sad. What the fuck, dude? Lotus looked just about ready to murder you, completely ignoring the coin, which has landed on heads.
With a little sniffle, the sad raccoon went over and asked Luxian his question.
Question: Have you ever committed a felony? Bonus question. Do you have rabies or are you just like that?
What is the biggest you've taken/the biggest person you've been with?
Name 3 of your top kinks!
What is an instant turn on and one turn off?
Oh, there's more questions? I don't-
oh. Okay.
Her cheeks reddened as she read the questions. Was she going to answer these? … yes. Why? Uhh… I don't know? Mind your business, oh my gosh.
1. I actually haven't… slept with many people? The biggest I've taken was probably Orion.
There was also another guy who said he was ‘forty seven centimetres’, which is… insane, by the way. Where's all that even supposed to go? It's a good thing he was lying. It was definitely less than forty seven centimetres. A lot less.
2. Hm… I like when my partner is, um.. mean to me? Like, degradation, and being spat on and all that... oh, and being overstimulated. That's three, right?
3. Instant turn ons…ooh, you know that tone people use when they, like, pretend to feel bad for you, but they clearly don't? What's it called… mock sympathy? Yes, that. As for turn offs, probably anything to do with feet. I just… ew.
A drinking game has started in the realm, everyone gathered in a fun little circle, and would you look at that, Kalaren was up first!
He got to ask Xinalith a question! So leaning over he whispered an ask, giggling all the while before pulling back so hear their answer.
Of course, Xinalith was at the point of intoxication where they just... went along with anything. So, here they were, sipping on their wine whilst their ear twitched at Kalaren's question.
Looking over at the group, they hummed.
Io and...
There was a pause as they contemplated. Oh, they were really bad at keeping their expression together.
Churro.
And so, once the answer was shared, the coin was flipped. And what do you know? It landed on heads! How... exciting? Have fun guessing who's who, unless you really know them.
With that out of the way, Xinalith leaned in to Lotus's ear, and proceeded to whisper their question to her.
( @wovenblooms )
If you had to punch one person, and hug one non Pax person here, who would it be without specifying?
Lotus hadn't drank anything yet, but she saw everyone gathered around in a circle and decided to join in! Yay, this is so exciting!
On the other side of the circle, Churro seemed to light up as he heard the question. They wanted to hug him!? He looked just about ready to get up and hug them right then and there! No, he didn't seem to process the fact there could be the possibility that they might want to punch him.
Though on the other hand, Lotus' excitement seemed to die down as Xinalith whispered their question to her ear.
This bitch.
With a sigh, she tilted her head as she thought long and hard about her answer.
… Cherry.
She let out a small breath of relief once she flipped the coin and saw it land on tails. She was taking this to the grave. Yes, it was that serious.
Then, she moved to whisper her own question to Moon.
Moon wasn't sure how she got here. Pax and Kalaren started pulling her along and now she was in a circle. When Lotus got close enough to whisper in her ear she cringed a bit. Too close. The question making her hum though.
Die.
No seriously, she would just die. Flipping the coin heads was the given choice.
Looking to Io there was a better chance of a blizzard in the infernal realm than her whispering in his ear, so a voice straight to his mind instead.
She needed a drink. A strong one.
(@ember-and-relic)
Question was ~ "What would you do if you lost all your magical abilities?"
Io was well into his.... fourth? No... eleventh drink! Sitting criss cross applesauce on the ground swaying happily to a song that could only be heard in his head. Oh what fun!
And now Xinalith was looking at him with a wry smirk. He pointed to himself with the head tilt of a golden retriever and a smile to match, just happy to be included. When the question was revealed it did, of course occur to him that there was a 50/50 chance of getting punched. He'd been punched by many beings. Never one as prestigious as the Ruler of the Infernal. What an honor!
Back to humming and swaying until it was Moon's turn to... well...infiltrate his mind. Eyebrows raised for a moment. Then the smile returned.
Not at all. Not even for a minute.
He blew a kiss toward Oberon and look at that! Heads!
Another happy hum before leaning toward Luxian.
(@xinalith)
Question~ "Do you believe you've wasted your birthright and talent?"
Happily sitting amongst everyone, tail swishing around like it was out of control... and uh... spinning in a circle... sorry Io and Churro, you're in the dusting range here, Luxian was.
...
High. He was just here to have a good time. Actually, he doesn't even remember how he got here.
His ear perked up when Io started to whisper, just for it to... perk a little to much to the left... and oh, it was now inside out. Good job. Now he can hear even better.
Staring off in thought, tail now thumping the grass, he pouted.
...Horsle...?
With that, the coin was flipped, and it landed on tails! So, with a giggle, he leaned in close to Churro and whispered his question.
Churro time! He was having the time of his life. Truth is, he didn't know what was really going on, but he did know that a bunch of his friends from the realm were sitting in a circle and answering questions!! He liked that!
His ear twitched at Luxian's question. Oooh, he already knew the answer to this one!
Moon! Because god!
He watched the very shiny coin flip. It landed on, uh... the shiny side. Does that mean that he wins? He pointed to the coin, the with the tails side facing up.
I win?
Yeah, sure, buddy.
With a triumphant grin, he beckoned Oberon closer and whispered his question. He'd actually been wondering about this ever since he saw Obie.
