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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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Well, it's curious, isn't it? The term transcends borders between worlds but not the actual meaning? Is a vampire just a guy who doesn't mind biting people, then? That'd put you in the company of most people under the age of five!
[at the threshold of the door, he suddenly lifts his staff and holds it out horizontally to catch the entrance and lock himself in place.]
Ooh, wait! Shapeshifting?
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[What did he do to deserve this?]
No.
[He starts pushing. He does not mind breaking that damn staff.
He might also be bracing himself just in case he decides to teleport again so he doesn't faceplant.]
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Biting up people is a perk to you? What a weird guy! How do people let you get away with that in a big, bustling city like this?
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[Actually, he doesn't eat anyone, because he's trying to be a good boy, but this guy is making him really rethink that stance.]
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[a beat.
he gives his captured foot a bit of a thoughtful wiggle.]
Do people know this?
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Because you'd be the first.
[He's been a good little vampire.]
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then, with something faintly insidious playing on his features when the shadows hit just right:] You're a poor judge of character, Mister Vampire.
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Then enlighten me.
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That's the sort of thing you have to earn, and you won't get it just twisting my ankle.
[speaking of which, he wiggles his foot. not a beat later, he vanishes, reappearing at Kirk's back, now standing upright and stretching his legs, his own back turned.]
And even then, that assumes life is fair and rewards those who play by all the rules.
[he clicks his tongue and shrugs.]
Ah, well! We don't always get what we want in the end, do we?
[he vanishes.]
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And he knows now to keep an eye on that guy because he's more dangerous than he lets on.
Kirk can relate.]