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Fantasy Hunter's Moon: The Sin & Sentence [IC] [CLOSED]

"Well I'll be damned! Jacksons? You bet it is! It's run by his great great grandson though!" He then offered his whiskey to the demon. "Jakob Phillomon! This charmimg lad next to me is Wesley, he single if ya interested!" He said jokingly while messing with Wesleys hair. "Who would have thought two folks from little ol' Redgorge would meet each other in Hell. Not so little these days I'm afraid... what's your name ma'am?"
 
Wesix quickly moved to where Loque was. Time to prevent an incident. "Hold still, and don't mind the mask. Its easily cleaned off. Trust me." he said. He smiled, before placing a hand on her chest. A similar pink light flashed again. "Now, we can tend to the mask. Should just take a moment. The ink isn't permanent." he said, moving back to the counter to get a washcloth. He glanced over to Inari as she requested more tea. "Just a brief moment, ma'am." he said with a nod.

The blue demon waved at Wesley, before looking back to Jakob. "Yeah. Name's Kassidy. Used to be Lillian Kassidy, but dropped the Lillian down here." she responded.
 
"Hold still, and don't mind the mask. Its easily cleaned off. Trust me."
The pink magic might've taken over the hangover, but Loque still felt a mixture of confusion and anger. Though at least with her body and now her mind clear, she doesn't feel inclined to start round two with Inari anymore.

"But ...why?" she asks Inari, gesticulating.
 
"You used to be Human?" Wesley asks the blue demon while sipping some contents of the bloodwine
 
"You used to be Human?"

"Yeah. Got changed decades ago. Better than sufferin' for eternity..." she said, before scratching her head. "Though it ain't much better with Sekath and her taskmaster ridin' yer ass like a workhorse...Sometimes literally." She sighed. "It's why I'm on a break. One o' the few I get a year."
 
"Yeah. Got changed decades ago. Better than sufferin' for eternity..."
Loque rolls her eyes as she folds her arms. A human actively wanting to be a demon? What utter trite this is to her.

"...Seriously? You wanted this life?" she says to her. "Between this and as you said it: 'sufferin' for eternity', there's really not much of a difference."
 
That was almost you.
"I'm not the idiot who can't stop drinking when things get bad." Henderson gave an answer in an agitated tone. The drink left a mark that would take some time to heal proper and he didn't need the bartender giving him advice. He went back to listening to the conversations around the bar. The demon woman was a mortal at one point so it did confirm what some people theorized about the Abyss. Not to inquire further about the process would be a waste. "So do you need to meet certain requirements to attain demonhood or do they pick anyone who wants it?"
 
"...Seriously? You wanted this life?" she says to her. "Between this and as you said it: 'sufferin' for eternity', there's really not much of a difference."

Kassidy eyed Loque for a moment, then spoke. "Oh, yer one of them Gluttony demons. Yeah, being a demon's a helluva lot worse for y'all. I'm sorry y'all gotta deal with that shit." She then shrugged. "We Lust demons just fuck to live. Not much different than what I was doin' when I was really livin'."

She then looked to Henderson. "Guess its really all dependin' on if the Princes, Icons, or Taranoch likes ya. Or hates ya. Sekath thought I was cute...so...yeah. She offer'd, I took it, and...here I am."
 
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Inari mimics Loque's gestures as she points out the mask. "Ah, why not? Is for laugh, for happy time. You sad lately from... ah... misunderstanding? You make big loud scream, so maybe now you make big loud laugh," Inari explains, shrugging slightly. "But maybe I get more laughs. You like Hudson sometime. Bright as flower in winter."

She caught a bit of the conversation with the newcomer. It appeared she must have been one of the bedroom kami, like Wesix and the other woman working this place. Not too terribly different from a kitsune in some ways. Lucky her that mother and father were more politically minded. Well, maybe not mother as much, but who could blame her?

"Human to demon, yes? Is not bad change. Could be ghost."
 
Inari mimics Loque's gestures as she points out the mask. "Ah, why not? Is for laugh, for happy time. You sad lately from... ah... misunderstanding? You make big loud scream, so maybe now you make big loud laugh," Inari explains, shrugging slightly. "But maybe I get more laughs. You like Hudson sometime. Bright as flower in winter."
Loque doesn’t believe it for one second that Inari was just trying to make her laugh, no matter if it’s true. “This isn’t the time for games, Inari. We’re on official business here. Save these stupid pointless pranks for someone else who can appreciate them.”

"I'm not the idiot who can't stop drinking when things get bad."
Loque shakes her head in disapproval, taking his remark too personally due to her bad mood. She’d say something in return, but there is no way she’s willing to take that chance of getting on Henderson’s bad side. She wouldn’t survive, and she’s got enough enemies anyway.

"Oh, yer one of them Gluttony demons. Yeah, being a demon's a helluva lot worse for y'all. I'm sorry y'all gotta deal with that shit."
So she does know. Maybe she isn’t as clueless as she seems.

“I... appreciate your condolences, but still. You really did not pick a good time to join us. Things are just fucked for you if you aren’t kissing the ass of the icons, and even then you still might not be safe.” Her tone is noticeably softer and far less judgemental this time.
 
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Inari waves her hand almost dismissively, leaning back against the bar. "That problem with you eastern people, you make business and fun different. Should be same. Be happy with work, make work play. Then is always smiles. And if you no like, ah... 'prank?' Joke? Then is bad sign. No smile makes you dead. Dead in here," she points at her chest, "and here," she finishes with a tap on the side of her head.

"As I say, who no smile around here? Hudson. You want be like him?"
 
"Things are just fucked for you if you aren’t kissing the ass of the icons, and even then you still might not be safe.”

"Yeah, you almost gotta be fuckin' blood related to get in good with a Icon." responded Kassidy. She looked to Inari afterwards. "Eh, its a bit nicer. These are kinda awkward at times." she said, touching the tip of one of her sharp horns. "Great for headbutts, though."
 
"As I say, who no smile around here? Hudson. You want be like him?"
“Thats different! He’s ‘nuo smayul’ because Velin has her metal hands around his testes all the time! You vandalized my mask with your childish drawings! That thing costed lots of money to make just to fit my head, and for the materials to make it too! You wouldn’t appreciate it if I scribbled crude drawings on your sword, would you?”

Loque takes a deep breath, trying not to freak out after being compared to Hudson of all people.

“Just... try something else to make me laugh, ok? Leave my belongings out of this. It’s all I have down here...”

"Great for headbutts, though."
Having hopefully said her last words to Inari, Loque switches her attention back to Kassidy. Her horns did look cumbersome, but thankfully Loque doesn’t have this problem since the horns of gluttony demons were shaped differently. She sweeps around her hair a bit, revealing two medium sized horns that looked like they were growing away from her face. Instead of protruding forward like most demons have them, they were creeping towards the back of her head.

“Wish I could say the same for myself.”
 
"Tcch." Inari's lips quirk slightly as Loque insults her speech again. She wasn't particularly offended, she had only been speaking this language constantly for a few weeks now, but there was still something irritating about it. An insult for something that she couldn't help.

"Maybe I make you cry more instead, is easier that way," she responds with another shrug and a shake of the head. If there was one bad thing about the Abyss, it wasn't even inherently about the location, but rather, the people she was stuck traveling with. The things she'd give for a couple good ol' boys and girls from Kyokomori....

"Ink easy to wash away."
 
Kassidy glanced between Loque and Inari, before speaking. "Cheer up. Could be worse. Ya could be stuck with Zalmakul's lot." she said, looking to Loque. "Lot worse than a joker, 'member?"
 
Kassidy seemed a little irritated by the demon language. Mainly trying to speak it. "I can guess. One of them gave me a look like I was the worst thing he had ever seen. Only Velin's ilk do that. As for this joker with you...I dunno, she seems harmless." she responded, appearing to struggle to speak the words.
 
Loque raises a finger at Kassidy. “Seems harmless... This brutish, bloodthirsty Redonian harlot nearly killed me over a fucking head she wanted as a battle trophy.” Another sigh is hastily exhaled. “I hate her. I really do. She’s not the type of person you want to hang around. Even Azgon’s grunts are smarter than her.
 
"She just tried to prank you and cheer you up. She ain't all bad." responded Kassidy, before rubbing her jaw. "Fuckin'...I hate talkin' like that." she muttered, before looking back to Loque and shrugging. "Try an' work things out. Otherwise y'all will just make each other miserable. And there's enough of that ta go 'round down here already "
 
"Try an' work things out. Otherwise y'all will just make each other miserable. And there's enough of that ta go 'round down here already.”
A bitter laugh comes from Loque as a pitiful smile forms on her face.

“Suuuure. We’ll try that! What is it you Atracans say? Third time’s the charm? Or maybe this would be the fourth, or even the fifth?”
 
"...Well fuck, be a miserable defeatist then." said Kassidy. "The Abyss will eat ya alive in no time flat." She shrugged, before looking to the others. Before she could speak, however, Cat sounded off from the kitchen. "The food is ready! Please, seat yourselves anywhere!" Wesix nearby, whom had finished cleaning Loque's mask and pouring another cup of tea for Inari, motioned for the group to take a seat at the long tables from before.
 
"The Abyss will eat ya alive in no time flat."
Bad choice of words there. Very bad. Especially coming from someone who’s a little baby in comparison to Loque’s age.

Oh you-

And then suddenly it was lunch time with Wesix coming back out holding her mask. It’s super clean and shiny too, with no traces or marks left behind indicating it was ever tampered with by Inari. So at least something went right today. Too bad Loque isn’t hungry anymore though, so she takes her mask and saunters off to be alone again within one of the cabins instead of joining the others to eat.
 
Takato waited for his drink before noting the brief absence of Venextos and the emergence of Wesley. He still wasn't sure what to think exactly of Wesley. The boy seemed diligent in following the teachings of his own master, committing to the way of the ninja, especially apparent since last time they were on the train, they did their own routines in the same cabin without bothering the other. And that same diligence was apparent in combat too. He listened in as Jakob pulled Wesley in. As the two talked, Wesix went ahead and woke Loque up, who promptly rushed out and went for the bathroom.

During her brief departure, a newcomer arrived, who quickly hit it off with Jakob and Wesley. And soon enough, Loque returned to the bar area, and was positively furious about her situation, having drunk herself unconscious without anyone stopping her and no one preventing the vandalization of her mask. Inari clearly was enjoying herself. As Wesix tended to cleaning the mask, Loque gesticulated her disapproval to Inari, as Kassidy introduced herself and elaborated on her nature. Takato wondered whether there would be a point when Inari had alienated everyone in the group so heavily that they'd be willing to just abandon her. Soon, the two demons spoke in their tongue and Loque departed, likely frustrated, as the food was declared ready.

He looked over at Wesix, awaiting his drink.
 
"Like the sun it all goes up and down," said Seriphine who had suddenly appeared out of nowhere next to Takato. The elf smirked towards him before taking a sip from her drink. Had she been there all this time or was she just good at sneaking? A mystery for sure. "The relations within our party I mean. It seems our victories and defeats serve no purpose but to pave the way for more battles and bickering. It's pathetic, if not sad."
 
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