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maskormenacelogs2020-01-02 05:12 pm
despicableglee) wrote in maskormenacelogs2020-01-02 05:12 pm
[OPEN] voltaire softly plays from somewhere
WHO: Xellos, you
WHERE: anywhere, everywhere
WHEN: January (not dunking into the au event, so any time!)
WHAT: professional shit-stirrer and people-watcher does both, hijinks to ensue
WARNINGS: in subject headers if needed
o1.
[out and about is really the only line item on Xellos' to-do list on any given day or night; Mazoku don't need sleep, so there's really no need to take breaks unless one is bored enough to take it! yet even in his downtime, Xellos can find something to keep his wandering interest piqued, what with this world being full of such odd gimmicks, gizmos, and guys slipping on the patch of black ice on the sidewalk he's sitting in front of.]
Ooh, oof!
[aaaand there goes another one, arms full of groceries and everything. not anymore! gosh, look at all the things flying and scattering here and there -- Xellos very nearly gets bonked by a can on beef and barley soup, but his reflexes are sharp enough that he swats it away.
it hits the windshield of a car parked on the curb and the alarm goes.]
Hoh! Oops! What a mess.
[a mess he is by no means helping clean up or make better in any way whatsoever, even if it was yours or just some passerby's!]
o2.
[Xellos is, for all intents and purposes, a full-bodied, fleshy human-thing that passes well enough and would do so better were he to adhere to more conventional styles of dress and haircut. as it stands, however, he's a bit of a sore thumb out here, but he isn't particularly sorry for it, even if it means he's inevitably attracting swarms of curious people and weirdos whenever his feet are on the ground.
their delight and enthusiasm is...skin-crawling, yes, but a monster of his age and experience knows how to quickly deflect and manipulate their honest interest in a way that leaves them with their own set of heebie-jeebies, and thank goodness for that.
so when the remark arises: Whoa! Cool staff!]
Aa, thank you!
[Where'd you get it? What's it for?]
Well, it's actually a talisman to ward off wicket spirits! [he wags his finger, his voice carrying weight similar to that of a game show host talking up a prize.] It can sense the unseen, wretched forces at work, and even glows to warn me of them!
[at this point, the orb affixed to the top of the staff begins to glow to the amazement of his crowd of out-of-school adolescents and their parents.
It's glowing now, though! one such youth cries, worried. What does that mean?]
Ah, that must mean there's something wicked underway in this very area. Perhaps an attack of sorts? That'd be a bit scary, huh. [he rubs his chin, giving a thoughtful hum as worry starts to build up in the crowd.
waving his hand dismissively:] Oh, well! At least it's not starting to give off steam! That'd mean there's a real risk of fire or explosions!
[But...but it IS steaming!]
Ah? [he cants his head, watching his staff begin to hiss and smoke.] Oh! Would you look at that. That explosion's going to go off any second at this rate! Looks pretty serious, too.
[cue the panic and fleeing as Xellos stands, rubbing the back of his head with a little chuckle.]
o3.
[the thing about the government housing out in Jeopardy is that it all comes standard and the same, save for the numbers on the exterior. but who reads numbers on the outside when one can teleport?
the cookie-cutter sameness of these buildings is as decent an excuse as any to just suddenly appear in a stranger's abode regardless to what they could be doing or the hour of day (or night!) it happens to be.
and so he does! without even a poof or anything as warning, Xellos just...appears! in another Jeopardy tenant's house!
ta-da!!! what's up, you wanted company, right?]
WHERE: anywhere, everywhere
WHEN: January (not dunking into the au event, so any time!)
WHAT: professional shit-stirrer and people-watcher does both, hijinks to ensue
WARNINGS: in subject headers if needed
o1.
[out and about is really the only line item on Xellos' to-do list on any given day or night; Mazoku don't need sleep, so there's really no need to take breaks unless one is bored enough to take it! yet even in his downtime, Xellos can find something to keep his wandering interest piqued, what with this world being full of such odd gimmicks, gizmos, and guys slipping on the patch of black ice on the sidewalk he's sitting in front of.]
Ooh, oof!
[aaaand there goes another one, arms full of groceries and everything. not anymore! gosh, look at all the things flying and scattering here and there -- Xellos very nearly gets bonked by a can on beef and barley soup, but his reflexes are sharp enough that he swats it away.
it hits the windshield of a car parked on the curb and the alarm goes.]
Hoh! Oops! What a mess.
[a mess he is by no means helping clean up or make better in any way whatsoever, even if it was yours or just some passerby's!]
o2.
[Xellos is, for all intents and purposes, a full-bodied, fleshy human-thing that passes well enough and would do so better were he to adhere to more conventional styles of dress and haircut. as it stands, however, he's a bit of a sore thumb out here, but he isn't particularly sorry for it, even if it means he's inevitably attracting swarms of curious people and weirdos whenever his feet are on the ground.
their delight and enthusiasm is...skin-crawling, yes, but a monster of his age and experience knows how to quickly deflect and manipulate their honest interest in a way that leaves them with their own set of heebie-jeebies, and thank goodness for that.
so when the remark arises: Whoa! Cool staff!]
Aa, thank you!
[Where'd you get it? What's it for?]
Well, it's actually a talisman to ward off wicket spirits! [he wags his finger, his voice carrying weight similar to that of a game show host talking up a prize.] It can sense the unseen, wretched forces at work, and even glows to warn me of them!
[at this point, the orb affixed to the top of the staff begins to glow to the amazement of his crowd of out-of-school adolescents and their parents.
It's glowing now, though! one such youth cries, worried. What does that mean?]
Ah, that must mean there's something wicked underway in this very area. Perhaps an attack of sorts? That'd be a bit scary, huh. [he rubs his chin, giving a thoughtful hum as worry starts to build up in the crowd.
waving his hand dismissively:] Oh, well! At least it's not starting to give off steam! That'd mean there's a real risk of fire or explosions!
[But...but it IS steaming!]
Ah? [he cants his head, watching his staff begin to hiss and smoke.] Oh! Would you look at that. That explosion's going to go off any second at this rate! Looks pretty serious, too.
[cue the panic and fleeing as Xellos stands, rubbing the back of his head with a little chuckle.]
o3.
[the thing about the government housing out in Jeopardy is that it all comes standard and the same, save for the numbers on the exterior. but who reads numbers on the outside when one can teleport?
the cookie-cutter sameness of these buildings is as decent an excuse as any to just suddenly appear in a stranger's abode regardless to what they could be doing or the hour of day (or night!) it happens to be.
and so he does! without even a poof or anything as warning, Xellos just...appears! in another Jeopardy tenant's house!
ta-da!!! what's up, you wanted company, right?]
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At least she's gotten far enough away that she doesn't singe, though she shields her face from the heat and the wind of it. She straightens up quickly--her hand twitches towards her glove jewel, but the man seems self-satisfied for the moment and she's not sure about escalating with a weapon.]
Why on Earth did you do that?!
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after a beat, he seems to come to a realization.] Oh! You must not've been here from the start. [he wags a finger.] I told them my staff detects imminent explosions! That's why.
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And why exactly did you tell them that? Do you find entertainment in frightening people?
[She's aware that there may not be a point in pursuing this line of questioning. This man certainly doesn't seem to have a lot in the way of shame, so she's sure a lecture from a 16-year-old girl won't cause him any.]
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his head tilts curiously as she continues questioning. nosy little girl, isn't she?]
I told them that because that's the truth. [the staff part or the scaring people for fun part? he'll not say!]
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[hnnn. what tack to take here? she doesn't want to just turn on her heel and go; if he's going to be trouble, she'd like to find out just how much trouble he's likely to be.]
You seem to be a wizard of some skill. Is fire your only specialty?
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Indeed -- priest seems a most wishy-washy descriptor in a place like this, much as anything beyond alive or dead, yes? Oh, well.
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Certainly it presents difficulties when people are coming from worlds with all sorts of deities, who may or may not be unambiguously real, or ambiguously benevolent.
And even "alive" and "dead" is not so black and white here as it is in most places.
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[and this place? it already gives the impression of being anything but clear-cut, so color him interested. off the clock and interested.]
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[that may or may not be helpful but really, no need to go chucking fireballs]
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I would not be so rude as to accuse a stranger and a clergyman of doing so on purpose. But I feel it best to warn you that it's considered against the cultural norms here to cast dangerous spells in public places.
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absently:] Mmm...I wonder what that says about the existential dread here...
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We save it up for the big disasters, when we really need it.
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[nice.]
Good to know.