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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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[Xellos shrugs his shoulders before waving his own hand in a dismissive manner.]
Well, I said my staff could detect explosions, right? If something didn't explode, that'd make me some kind of liar, wouldn't it?
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[ ...don't mind Magnus. He's just rubbing some ash - and singed arm hair - off on Xellos' sleeve. ]
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Shucks, don't get so sore about the past!
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Ugh. He hates Chaotic Neutrals. Chaotic Evils? Either way, there's no winning. ]
The fuck's your deal?
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My deal? [his head tilts.] What do you mean by that?
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then, with a sound of revelation:] Ah! You have short-term memory! I see. Well, I did just tell you, but I can say it again if you like, though...it will get awfully inconvenient to keep repeating myself a lot. Should I write it down for your reference?
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Unfair! He does so happen to have memory problems, but that's not what's going on here! ]
You never said why!
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[ God, this is giving him a headache. ]
Are you an idiot, or are you just pretending?
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as though speaking to the elderly:] Oh, dear. I already told you why! You forgot again? This really is troublesome, isn't it? Do you even remember what you were up to before this?
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[ Now he's really getting steamed. He jabs one finger into Xellos' chest. ]
Name.
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E-eh? I don't think there's a need to get violent here, you know! Over a little hiccup like that? I'm just a humble priest!
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[ ...wait. He's from D&D. Of course he does. ]
...the priest of what god?
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he gets a finger-wag.]
That's a secret.
[finger-wag becomes a hand wave:] And in any case, no harm done, right? You're not even scalded! So lets have bygones be bygones, yes?