revivalproject | Sorry, you're stuck with me, bitch

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Sorry, you're stuck with me, bitch

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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"Heh-" Angel grinned in a way that said he wasn't all that sorry, showing off his sharp teeth. His lower hands perched on his hips, and he outstretched one of the top ones to grip the human's.

"Angel Dust~," he introduced, an affectation to the way he delivered the name, and he gave a flirtatious wink, "Who do I got the pleasure of bein' stranded here with?"

There weren't a lot of names that would give Tony pause anymore, he'd shouted some of the strangest in a fight, but that one was certainly evocative and had him raising an eyebrow to ask how many levels of irony he was supposed to be recognizing. He wasn't so prepared to introduce himself, yet used to his reputation preceding him and had to clear his throat before he returned, "Tony. You'll have to check in with me about the 'pleasure' part when you've seen what we're working with. I've known a few people who regularly go to hell. I don't know anyone here by choice."

Oh every single one of those levels was very intentional, yes. Though that smirk faltered for a brief moment. It wasn't as though he was the only person in the world with that name, but hearing it still evoked memories he didn't really want to deal with. That smile slid back into place and he laughed.

"Who do you know that chooses Hell??"

Tony had to lift his hands in surrender, fully aware that it was not the kind of choice he would make, and did largely find that kind of person absolutely inscrutable. "I'd rather be in the Seychelles," he agreed. "But wizards and demons, you know, I'm willing to say they don't know how to relax." After a beat, he noted, "No offence," though still looked a little skeptical.

"Oh, I know how to relax, Baby," Angel purrs, the flirting almost a reflex at this point, "You're the one all wound up so tight yah punchin' people. I ain't bleedin' or nothin', right?" He turns his head for the human to examine, even though he's well aware he's fine.

"Also, where's Seychelles, I weren't so good with with geography even when I was alive, and maps keep on changing since I left."

That was a pretty unexpected petname from someone that Tony had decked, and Tony wasn't entirely sure if he should take it as a threat from the demon in the dark or that anxious knot in his chest was something else. He still didn't hesitate to raise his hands to help turn Angel's face into the moonlight for a proper examination, muttering, "Can't see any damage," even as he didn't look entirely convinced.

"North of Madagascar," he provided, sounding distracted and not terribly interested in the geography. "Did you leave, or did you die?" he was more curious about.

Oh, he was actually looking. Angel paused a little stiffly, but obligingly let the guy check him out. "M'sure sure you're plenty strong, this face is built to take a lot more punishment than a human's."

North of Madagascar. That was...near Africa. He could vaguely place it. Didn't really matter. "Died," he clarified with a nod, "Not one a' my finer moments, but nah, I didn' wander on down on my own or nothin'. Wouldn't look like this for starters."

While Angel still didn't look much like any demon Tony had seen, it did make track with that experience that this had changed him somehow, and Tony gave a tightlipped nod, partly in understanding and partly to confirm that the punch hadn't had any obvious effect. "You're not going to find a lot of folks from your neighbourhood around here, as far as I know," he cautioned, already stepping away with a dropped shoulder, half way between an apology and an invitation to come along if Angel really didn't know where to go next. "But they're each remarkable, nonetheless. Alive, and otherwise."

"Well ain't you just complimentary. I know I sure as fuck wouldn' have as many nice things ta say if you dropped inta hell." But sure, it's not like Angel had a lot to chose from here in the dark, and he started after him, cooing softly at DATA.

"You are so cute, yes. Oh, look at you~" The cute talk seemed a bit at odds with the curse laden speech of the last few minutes, but just as genuine.

D.A.T.A. rolled along with them dutifully, keeping his camera unwaveringly trained on Angel as he moved and tried to process what this voice meant. Until Tony noticed how focused the little robot was, and pursed his lips at him before scooping him up, hoping he wasn't developing a new fixation. He hadn't yet recovered from his infatuation with Donnie, or turtles, or whatever it was that seemed to take up so much of his processing power. "Should I assume they'd say the same about you?" Tony pressed in the meantime. "Or is that, you know, if they aren't complimentary, then I should take that as a good thing, two moves ahead, kind of thing." He wasn't leading them far, toward the imposing glass building that reflected the fountain and the glow of the orb, and that gave a hot, wet sigh of air as Tony drew the doors open.

Oh. Angel tried not to pout as the little thing was scooped up, missing his pig and hugging his lower arms briefly around himself before he laughed.

"I'm sure they would. I'm in hell for a reason," he said, stepping inside after him and looking around curiously.

Tony was also looking up and around once they were inside, like he wasn't entirely sure what to expect, either. He definitely didn't know how to get any lights on in here, so they were illuminated only by the moon through the glass, and a faint beam provided by the robot, who swivelled around intuitively with Tony's gaze. He barely glanced back at Angel to ask, "Should I be watching my back?," so he was definitely more concerned with figuring out how to navigate the greenhouse. Eventually, he had to continue ahead, checking around corners curiously as he mapped his way through.

The fuck were the doing in here? The dark illuminated Angel's eyes, all 8 of them- as those freckle like spots are revealed to be. He smirked with that toothy grin of his.

"Hey, a the two of us, who attacked who here? What are we lookin' for. This some kind of grow opp?"

When he did actually look Angel's way, Tony maybe regretted not being more cautious in the face of those glowing eyes and sharp teeth, but his hesitation was brief before he was answering, "Listen, this is where most of our food in this place comes from, so..." He thought he was going to make a point about what a disaster it could be if they did find something concerning on their midnight tour, only for his head to tilt and shoulders drop with some resignation. "Yeah, probably. Be careful what you eat." Most of the plants did look annoyingly innocuous, nothing moving in the dark.

A buncha plants didn't feel especially appetizing, so there was little risk of Angel sampling any straight outta the dirt, and his nose (or nose-ish area) scrunches.

He didn't know why exactly he continued to follow Tony, but wandering this place alone felt...well, if not exactly as scary as any random street at night in hell, a whole lot lonelier. It was too quiet, no guns going off, or screaming. He didn't like being alone. Definitely didn't like being alone with his feelings.

So he trails after the guy like he belongs there and fully understood what it was they were doing. "There a place a guy can crash after all this or is it full ghost town vibes?"

"Yes and yes," Tony answered, airy with distraction as he searching stroll through the garden slowed, and he started ducking his head for closer examination around plant beds. It was difficult to tell if something actually looked familiar, or nothing at all did between the dark and the grainy footage that he was trying to compare it to. He still managed to elaborate, "There's basically nobody here. I can almost guarantee you, if you pick a spot to take your pants off, no one else has claimed it, and it's probably a bad storm away from collapsing. If that doesn't sound like a good time to you, then there's a few places that have had some reliable work done, you do have options. Depends on how close you want to be to anybody."

The demon watched Tony as they moved, and given how much of Angel's height was just legs the slow stroll turned slower for him, taking one stride for every two of Tony's. The fuck was he looking for?

"I ain't opposed ta keepin' a bed warm if it earns me a few creature comforts," he said with a smirk, but really how much worse could any place be than a bad day in Hell?

Tony glanced up briefly from his search, again with an inquisitive quirk of his brow that he didn't pursue. Instead, he crouched with a delicate tug at his pantlegs with fingers raised daintily, which didn't quite match the sharp intent he levelled at the flowering bush that he considered. "Not a lot you have to earn around here," he corrected, "except, maybe, trust." After a beat, where he flicked up a leaf with a reluctant and irritated finger, he rerouted, "Or, I guess, you don't want to lose that one. I don't know." With a still watchful stare at the plant, like he expected it to move, he tapped a distinct rhythm against the floor with two of his fingers, and frowned when it just died in the muffled density of the greenery.

"There's always some kinda perk ta earn," Angel countered, even if they weren't always obvious. You could flirt yourself into a whole lot of favours and fuck yourself into a whole lot more his experience, even if money never changed hands.

He frown at the human, head tilting at his behavior. "...you good?" he asked, "Wanna maybe let me in on what you're lookin' for, or you just trippin' real hard?"

Since the only results so far were making him look crazy, Tony stretched back up onto his feet with a sigh of resignation, though he still glanced around at the ground like he might find the next spot to tap on. "Sure, okay," he welcomed, "One time, on a space station through a worm hole, I saw a bad movie about some bushes talking to each other, and it looked a lot like this place." This time, Tony's raised eyebrow was to ask if Angel really wanted to pursue that any further or just leave Tony to his derangement, then he was quickly bowing over again to move aside another heavy leaf. Already, he was moving on, "Have you tried just asking?"

"..." Yeah, okay that all sounded completely insane. He raised his palms and nodded faintly, backing off about trying to figure out the why or what of what was going on. He toed absently at the ground and balanced on one leg to dust off one boot and then the other, frowning at the earth left on the heel.

"Not really," he admitted, "But I seen guys that do ask get torn ta shreds."

Those were some difficult consequences to argue against, so Tony could only pout with a tilt of his head in acknowledgement that maybe that kind of thing would be discouraging. Still, they had to confront, "What are you asking for?," because that wasn't the typical response to even an outlandish desire. "If we're talking about throwing a tantrum because your latte didn't have enough foam and the tabloids having a field day, I'm sorry to tell you, but you're going to be experiencing a lot of disappointment very immediately. What does that look like to you?" He was pointing under the branches he gingerly moved aside, to the trellis supporting their growth where some clumped residue stuck like sap, and tiny holes were punctured like bite marks.

"...That looks like...a bit a goo," he answered with an unimpressed look. "And I was askin' 'bout drugs, Sweetheart." Maybe blunt was best. "You're seemin' more and more like you might have a good hook up."

Tony gave a short, unsatisfied murmur at that answer, and D.A.T.A. focused his light and camera on the area intently to record the bit of goo for posterity and further research. "I am despicably sober," he assured Angel, looking about as impressed with that statement, and waved it away to give Angel a judgmental frown for assuming it was at all clear that his list of priorities after being kidnapped to a new time and planet went first bed, then drugs. Still, he was quick to offer, "You're on another planet, so you're going to have to adjust your expectations, but there are a few ways to synthesize what you might be looking for. If you drop in at the library, there's a chemist there that knows anything worth knowing."

Ugh. Of course the first guy he latched onto was sober. That was just his fucking luck. But at least he didn't have some kind of speech about about it. It seems like a hell of a lot more work here than simply visiting the nearest vending machine, but it wasn't like Angel was going to have a whole lot of options once withdrawal started kicking in, so mad scientist in the library it was going to have to be.

"I'll hafta look 'em up when the sun's up so I don't get fuckin' nailed again."

Sorry, you're stuck with me, bitch

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