Fantasy Neko & Eko’s Pocket Place! (Tavern RP, ANY AND ALL WELCOME)

[NovaAres]

At the term devilkin, Helrica winced. "It must be and you must be, for none that I would know, would ever align themselves or let themselves be aligned with the devil in such a way." Helrica frowned at this, raising a hand to scratch their forehead. "Where do I even begin to say this? I have no much commonality there is. And Wakboth should not be spoken of lightly. There must be no misunderstanding of him." They sighed, looking uncertain for once. "No, okay. Wakboth is my evil and yours. You might think "Ah, but you and I are not the same, so your good could be my evil!" They shook their head. "No. All that is evil, vile and wrong to you or to me or to anyone is his. He is defilement, insult. All that you, personally, hate and despise is him. World-ender, catastrophe and the first and last enemy. To live is to be in opposition and death is far preferential. Thankfully, he is also dead, smashed to dust beneath the last piece of the Law." And at that, they took another drink.

Scarlett Wyverne

 

[Scarlett Wyverne]

Sephoriah blinked several times in rapid succession. Few of the words that had landed on her ears just then made much sense to her.
Mentally rolling back to the beginning, she responded carefully, "You should know, Orlanthi, just what a devilkin's relationship to said beings really is..." She paused, realizing they seemed completely unfamiliar with succubi. This was going to be uncomfortable. "Devils consort with humans, you know. And unholy as it may be, they do have offspring. Some more reminiscent than others....I would be the latter case. Believe it or not." Another wry smile, this one noticeably more conscious of exposed teeth. "No hooves. No tail. Just the skin, and the horns...though that is clearly enough." She said, almost pointedly.
"As for this...devil, demon, whatever Wakboth is to you. It is not to me. Not in my world."

NovaAres

 

[NovaAres]

Helrica raised an eyebrow, frowning as they listened. "You talk past me. Or maybe I talk past you, or both. Either way." They drew in a breath, "My point. There are no devils where I am from. There is a devil, that bears no seed, spawn or life, nor is worth speaking of or thinking of. But that is obviously a completely order of being than that which you are talking about." They finished.

"So, like I was saying, what you mean by devils is something I don't know." They looked at her teeth, somewhat bemused. "And so I don't know what you mean when you talk about teeth, tails, horns and hooves." They shrugged. "Sounds kind of like a satyr, really, except for the teeth. And the skin." They take another look at her, then. "...I don't see anything odd about the skin, now that you mention it?"

Scarlett Wyverne

 

[Scarlett Wyverne]

Sephoriah tilted her head and intently took in everything Helrica had to say. Crystal-clear now, and interesting. What seemed to her that most people erroneously believed in her world, was actually true in theirs.
"Most interesting", she replied, casually but genuinely enough. "A devil is no evil god in the world where I waking live, merely a fiend of the abyss. Evil undoubtedly, but...quite finite. And quite corporeal."
She gave another smirk. His fascination with her teeth was now evident...she hadn't even mentioned them. Not out loud.
"A succubus... more, well, pure spawn of devils...bear the cloven hooves, the serpentine tail, and of course the horns. And," she held up one hand and splayed the slender, red-hued fingers before them, "the hellish hue of skin that no man, elf or other 'pure' being bears."
She sneered derisively at that, and the wicked canines were once again prominent.

NovaAres

 

[NovaAres]

"So, your "devils" are merely a kind of demon?" Helrica asked, obviously uncomfortable with using the term, devil. Then, switching the subject, looked to her splayed hand, for a moment, before setting their drink down, frowning. "But I don't see anything odd with your skin. Do you mean the color?" At this point, looking away from the hand and to their face, now trying to avoid the teeth, they told her. "Seems like a perfectly normal shade to me. Granted, it's something you'd see on a westerner, but.. eh." They shrugged, eyes closed, opening again to continue speaking. "Elves, though they're always green. I think. Maybe there are red elves? I don't know elves, the Aldyrami and their kin are much of a mystery to me." They rambled, slightly, trying to figure something out, it seems. "I don't know what you mean by pure, either." They told her.

Scarlett Wyverne

 

[Deadly Darkness]

The gentle sound of Ekoshun refilling his glass pulled Isaac from his thoughts. He laughed lightly. "I guess I'm better at hiding my reactions than I thought." It was stronger than anything he had ever had before, and while it had more bite than he expected, the only reaction he thought reasonable was what he had displayed. "And you're right, not a human." He grinned cheekily, taking a smaller gulp of the drink.
Dr.Nekoshu

 

[Scarlett Wyverne]

"Mm...rather different." Sephoriah responded, a bit painedly. It was something she'd explained often enough but thought it not worthwhile. "I suppose it is only fortunate that demons have no such spawn."
She gave a short laugh, at first assuming his coy response to her skin as either jest, or mockery. But, after his following statement that led her to believe such a hue was normal, she was rather pleasantly surprised. "Indeed? There are many in your world with such color? Hmm." She looked down at her fingers again, and drummed them once on the countertop in bemusement. "Perhaps I could live a better life in your world, without scorn. Granted, apparently, that I make no mention of my origin." She glanced back to him quickly at that.
Another scoff. "I assure you," she replied with thick resentment at the term, "'purity' of a race means nothing to me either."

 

[capMARVELOUS]

(Holy fucking shit, it's been ages. Time to get the ball rolling here again, then?)

Well then.

Eshe recoiled a bit at Archimal's suddenly aggressive attitude, wincing as his fist struck the table. It came completely out of left field, and clashed heavily with his earlier claims of being a good boy. Plus, she vaguely recognized the language he had spoken just then, and it wasn't one she was comfortable with. It was all... disconcerting, to say the least. The tension in her body slowly left as Archimal sat back down, but she became a great deal more wary of him, noting in particular that his eyes were still red.

She didn't think she wanted to continue on with their talk just yet, so she let him glance around the bar in peace while she reached for her cup, which she was aware that the catman bartender had refilled while her attention had been elsewhere... except it hadn't been refilled. It had been replaced with a wine glass and a bottle of elvish wine. Which she couldn't drink, because of her weak liver. Ugh. She let out a disgruntled sigh; the night had gone from poor to uncomfortable to okay to uncomfortable again. To distract herself, she returned to gazing at her sheet music...

( Vagabond Spectre )​

 

[NovaAres]

Helrica wasn't altogether supportive of Sephoriah's conclusions, sighing. "A life without scorn? Please. To be born is to be born with enemies, you know." And their eyes were set in memory. "Not that I'm any fan of westerners, personally: those Malkioni sorcerers have caused enough damage with their old empires. Not that their Brithni are any better." Helrica rolled their eyes. "Immortals. Won't even leave their homes, they're so scared of death." Then they muttered: "At least they're better than those Praxian savages." Before shaking their head. "Different topic: demons who have no children? I know of many things a demon could be. There are a hundred-hundred types, from the underworld, from the sea and the sky and the Moon. A few of the earth and many of the ice. I know of peoples that are demons, people that are like demons, gods that are demons and both that come from demons." After this, they finished with a comment: "Needless to say, your remark confuses me."

Scarlett Wyverne

 

[Scarlett Wyverne]

Sephoriah's eyes flashed briefly...how, it was impossible to describe, given their unfathomably deep blackness.
"You're right." She replied curtly, glancing sideways. "A life without scorn for a thing such as myself is clearly a frivolous dream in one world as well as the next."
She rode out his diatribe of demons of his particular world in the general, holding his gaze, her brows slightly furrowed. After his closing remark, she took a deep breath and let it out slowly, looking forlornly into the bottom of her empty glass--the future contents of which, she was still waiting for an answer from the barkeep about.
"Perhaps it would be best if you just accept my world as rather, well, different than yours." She finally said. "For what little difference it will make..." She added sullenly into her glass.

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