Sorry, you're stuck with me, bitch

[harderdaddy]

Who: Angel Dust, OTA
What: Arrival/Drinking
Where: Fountain/Deep End
When: Early-Mid Month
Warnings: TBD, Strong Language, Addiction



Arrival
There ain't no way it's possible, but this sure as shit doesn't look like Hell. Angel tries touching that creepy orb thing again, and even tries askin' it questions, but it's a fucking floating ball, he wasn't expecting a whole lot.

So it's down to you- poor fellow netizen of this place- assuming the sight of the furry sinner's approach doesn't scare you away.

"Holy shit," he murmurs, staring at you in disbelief, "Are you ALIVE?" Is this a real living, breathing person and not a soul???

The Deep End
"Oh thank fuck," Angel sighs, dropping onto a stool by the bar, grateful to have found a place to stop that building headache. And whether it's your job or not, hot-stuff, you have just been designated bartender.

"What's the strongest shit you got in this place?" he asks with a flirtatious grin.

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@ arrival

[ephemerios]

Is she alive? Depends how you define it; she's a Complicated Case.

So, she lifts an eyebrow in slight confusion and mostly curiosity, and asks in turn — “What are we calling alive, here?”

[harderdaddy]

Angel bends at the waist so he can get a good look at her. She reminds him a bit of his sister, but maybe it's just because he hasn't seen a live soul since 1947.

He arches a brow right back, his lower set of hand perching on his hips, not expecting that to be a hard to answer question. "...you ain't in Heaven or Hell," he concludes, that seems like a more or less passable metric of 'alive'.

[ephemerios]

“Then, yeah, alive. Just on an alien planet, brought here a second or two before I actually died.” So, there's that.

“Are you not alive?” Dead before getting here, she means.

[harderdaddy]

Ah, so not so far off, but still, the closest he's gotten in a long time.

"Been dead for more than 70 years, hence this fuckin' gettup." He gestures at his whole self, though that doesn't really explain much to someone unfamiliar with hell.

[ephemerios]

That gets her to pause for a second. “Huh.” That's not exactly what she was expecting, but this place brings in all kinds, so she can roll with it. “Well, this place shouldn't be too weird, then. Hopefully. We're all from a lot of different times and places here, so you kind of get used to a lot of different things after a while.”

[harderdaddy]

Clearly, given she doesn't seem all that shocked by the 8 foot spider demon. Which makes Angel wonder what else might be in this place to make him seem so middling. He was pretty sure most humans didn't meet the concept of creatures from the after life with 'huh' very often.

"Well, it's different from Hell, I'll give it that much. Lot less...murda'." He gestured vaguely about the empty streets. Lot less everything.

[ephemerios]

See something like Vecna at home, and Upside Down monsters here, and not much shocks you.

“Oh, you're from Hawkins too?” It's a joke she makes without missing a beat, comparing Hawkins to Hell. There's a lot of 'everything' there too apparently. But more seriously:

“Like actual hell?”

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[in_extremis]

It was supposed to be a quiet, solitary trip across the square. The sun would be up again soon, so those who had waited for the cool of night to be out had most likely retreated to bed, leaving Tony to take advantage of the pre-dawn chill and solitude, only DATA slipping along the dew-glittering cobblestones behind him and the constant murmur of the fountain to focus on to keep from shivering in the dark. He had almost made it, too, when he was attacked. The giant came lurching out of the dark, and Tony yelped and slammed the heel of his hand into its too many eyes that came bowing so curiously close.

[harderdaddy]

"Ow- what the fuck-!?" Angel reared back, those too many eyes glowing an offensive pink before he could shake it away, holding his face and glaring at the guy.

"Jeez- that how you greet everyone in this place, asshole," he grumbled, curiosity dampened, but not snuffed out completely. "What- it's the demon thing, right? Too many arms and everythin'? Trust me, you could do a whole lot worse. This is pretty fuckin' good for hell," he said, gesturing to himself pointedly, one hand wary and ready to fend off a second blow. "You're not bad lookin' for a human~ From what I rememba' at least."

[in_extremis]

The weird, giant bug got taller and made another loud noise that had Tony bringing his fist back at the ready again, only to freeze with only his breathing coming rapidly and eyes darting to properly assess the...danger? DATA wasn't so intimidated, staring up at the new thing once he reached Tony's side, his aperture adjusting curiously to assemble a full scan for his database. A beat behind him, Tony was realizing, "Shit," then, "Sorry," as the giant talked, bringing up both hands in apologetic surrender and to clearly telegraph no further violence as he offered to inspect the damage done. At some point he remembered to actually listen, too, beyond acknowledging that the giant was trying to talk to him and not eat him, and the input lag had him stupidly asking, "Did you say 'demon'?"

[harderdaddy]

What was that thing? Angel's attention was very quickly caught up in whatever this cute thing was, bending at the waist to get a better look at him, cooing like he might at a small animal before abruptly righting himself, that attitude turning right back on.

"What, do I look like a grizzly bear or somethin'?" he asked, gesturing at his whole deal once more, "Yeah, I said demon." His lower set of arms crossed, and he belatedly acknowledge after a moment of calm- "I guess you ain't got a lot of those up here. I know I freaked out the first time I saw this face too."

[in_extremis]

The question wasn't as easy as the guy made it sound, because he looked to Tony about as close to a bear as he did any demon he had ever seen, and left him raising a quizzical lip without a clear answer. Instead, he had to shake off the confusion to properly address, "Are you okay? Not my smoothest introduction. Kind of have to be on your guard around here, but, listen, I'm not making excuses, I just wasn't ready for this--" He flicked a hand between them, whatever was happening, and had to try again, "Let's run that one back, take it from the top." He didn't make any move to try that reset, though, watching the demon's face anxiously for some sign that he had somehow done irreparable damage.

[harderdaddy]

"Eh? Oh yeah. That weren't nothin'. But in the future try an' keep any blows away from the money maker, mm?" he dismissed, shrugging both sets of shoulders.

His lips quirked, and he recited with nearly a beat for beat tonal recreation- "Holy shit. Are you ALIVE?" A pause, and then he gestured to Tony, "An' then this is the part where you answer or pretty much anythin' but what you did...whenever your ready."

Arrival; CW: War imagery

[thelastechidna]

Well, that's the strangest greeting this three-foot echidna has had in a while.

"Yeah, I'm alive," he retorts. "Where were you before you got here?"

Of course, he would never imagine the answer. He's probably picturing something along the lines of some horrific battle.

[harderdaddy]

Maybe the not the most obvious choice for Angel to pick out, the echidna would have been pretty at home in terms of looks among an of the demons, but hey- he was right.

"Hell," he answers bluntly, and looking at him it might be obvious he means that literally and not just in a disparaging way.

[thelastechidna]

Knuckles stares at him. He's a very gullible sort sometimes, having been so sheltered, and the guy definitely sounds and looks serious. Knuckles believes him.

"You mean ... ?! And these aliens have the power to even pull people from ... ?!"

Well, this is the strangest revelation he's had in a while.

[harderdaddy]

"...Hell," he supplies again, arching a brow and nodding, "Seems like. So everyone else here ain't dead, I'm the only one? An' I'm still stuck in this fuckin' body??" He levels a glare vaguely towards the sky. That doesn't seem fair. He should get his old body back if they're going to shove him back into the real world.

[thelastechidna]

“We’re all alive here,” Knuckles says awkwardly. “But … this isn’t the body you had before?”

[harderdaddy]

"Not a lotta spider demons walking around Earth where I'm from, no. I was human. Died, and I wake up like this. Better than some, there's a guy with a tv for a head. Least I'm cute~" Well, mostly anyways.

Arrival

[tempredmental]

The exclamation and rather quick approach of another... person...? That was a questionable description, but Keith was used to aliens, at least, so he had that going for him... but... either way, it left him rather freaked out. Usually, when people- beings- came running at him yelling about things, it was either because they wanted to attack him or wanted him to save them from something attacking them, sooooo...

Keith's immediate and rather automatic reaction was to jump back and away, draw and activate his bayard, the small H-shaped handle device shifting into a bladed weapon with a flash of light, and then drop into a defensive fight stance.

"Uh, yeah, and I'd like to stay that way, thanks!"

This introduction was going great...

[harderdaddy]

Angel flinches, extracting his third set of arms and holding them like he expected to have some firepower, looking down in confusion to find them empty. The fuck?? He pats over his abdomen briefly, but that's clearly a mystery for when there's not a weapon pointed at him.

His eyes glow pink, fists balled up, similarly defensive. And after a beat of neither striking the first blow he blinks the glow away, still wary.

"...I ain't one a those demons that possesses humans or whatever. If that's what you're scared of."

[tempredmental]

Keith took a breath, but then grit his teeth for a second. Another breath, and he let it out in a sigh, slowly lowering his blade. He didn't put it away, but he wasn't pointing at the person anymore.

"A demon, huh?" At this point, that wasn't hard to believe. Keith narrowed his eyes slightly. "Then what kind of demon are you?"

[harderdaddy]

There's a beat of silence and the Angel shrugs casually.

"The kind that does porn?" he answers, that third set of arms retracting back into his body, waving two of the remaining four. "...hey."

[tempredmental]

Keith hesitated, the statement catching him slightly off-guard. TV-Y7 shows didn't have porn! He didn't know how to respond to that, and he wasn't sure if the little waving greeting made it better or worse. He relaxed a bit more.

"Hey... I guess..." He gave a somewhat awkward wave in return with his free hand.

[harderdaddy]

"Hey, ya know, I'm famous back home, this is a big deal for ya. Ya don' gotta look so..." Angel gestured at...well just all of Keith, before extending a hand towards the guy. "Angel Dust," he greeted.