Bookman Jr. ... you simply cannot make up your mind.
[ but, pulling out Bookman Jr., running her eyes over the contract. One soul, for survival. ]
Isn't that sweet? A Junior for a Senior. It's enough to make one's teeth rot out of their skull. Well-- [ she pulls out another. this time for simply: Bookman. ] Good thing we have the match as well!
[ isn't that funny, mathis. suddenly you feel so ... empty. a hollow vessel. the feeling that if your layers were peeled back, you would simply cease to exist - nothing on the inside. nothing of worth, at least, to a Devil. To make memories, wasn't it? The dream? To live?
Creatures without a soul are less than nothing. Here in the Hells, they are not even currency to trade. The devil running her claws along the paperwork looks up at him, the blank black eyes searching him. ]
It shouldn't be a surprise (but it is), he and Rondo thought they saw something -- someones in the library, and Kanda and the others are all apparently walking around having lost something of their own -- and if Lavi's memories can be dug deep enough that they know his name, then obviously they know everything else about him --
the way Ka-ren looks at Mathis only confirms that, because Mathis --
Lavi immediately shifts so that he's in front of him, posture tense, nameplate gripped in his hand.]
We helped you. If there's nothing else you need, then we'll get outta your hair.
[it hurts, feeling that empty. like everything he's tried to do to make himself more substantial has done nothing, like he's so close to not existing at all--
maybe that's true. he's a fake human, after all. 'my cute, foolish little failure of a-'
mathis backs away, behind lavi, his steps a little shaky.]
[maybe later he'll wonder what exactly what was on Bookman's contract, but now he can spare no thought for it, the pain is debilitating -- and you can't really brace against the sensation of having all your skin being ripped from your body --
but he can focus long enough to disrupt her. lavi adjusts his grip, and then makes the swing, aiming the plate straight at her head,]
[it hurts, it hurts, but he sees lavi move to strike out at her, clutching onto the staff in his hands, and... he can't just leave everything to him. he doesn't want to be an empty vessel. he doesn't want someone else deciding what goes into him again. he said-- he said he would do things for himself.
you said pick an element for this staff and it just does spells of that type, right. i'm picking ice. 'this is hell there's so much magic heat' i just feel like ice is mathis's element, man, if this is a bad pick then it's going to be a THEMATIC bad pick as ka-ren ends up on the end of baby's first spell.]
but not good enough. whomp! you smack her on the head and her glasses go flying and take out her cross-stitch of `LIVE, LAUGH, PEEL` which doesn't even work? isn't it supposed to be an L-word? whatever.
she's shrieking in rage, firey-hot blood rolling down her face, when Mathis hits her with the ice spell. Which is the correct choice, by the way, because devils have both fire and lightning resistance. Anyway, she just fucking dies. we gotta get out of here. she fucking dies. you killed my OC. I'll be in mourning for weeks.
but Devils dying, well. They go back to the Hells when they die. So, you get the strong feeling you should fucking book it out of this place, because someone is re-emerging from somewhere else in Avernus and now they are pissed.
In fact, they might have even alerted the Master of this House. You are running out of time. ]
[of COURSE they didn't actually kill alli's OC -- and if Lavi had the time then he'd mutter something like 'noah bullshit', but instead he's grabbing Mathis by the hand not holding the staff and running,
we're booking it straight out of here folks wow wonder what rondo and ashlyn are up to]
they sure did that. mathis hurries after him, clinging to his hand-- lavi is probably half-dragging him, after the shock of the brief peel experience. let's go let's go let's go]
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[ but, pulling out Bookman Jr., running her eyes over the contract. One soul, for survival. ]
Isn't that sweet? A Junior for a Senior. It's enough to make one's teeth rot out of their skull. Well-- [ she pulls out another. this time for simply: Bookman. ] Good thing we have the match as well!
[ isn't that funny, mathis. suddenly you feel so ... empty. a hollow vessel. the feeling that if your layers were peeled back, you would simply cease to exist - nothing on the inside. nothing of worth, at least, to a Devil. To make memories, wasn't it? The dream? To live?
Creatures without a soul are less than nothing. Here in the Hells, they are not even currency to trade. The devil running her claws along the paperwork looks up at him, the blank black eyes searching him. ]
There's something strange about you.
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It shouldn't be a surprise (but it is), he and Rondo thought they saw something -- someones in the library, and Kanda and the others are all apparently walking around having lost something of their own -- and if Lavi's memories can be dug deep enough that they know his name, then obviously they know everything else about him --
the way Ka-ren looks at Mathis only confirms that, because Mathis --
Lavi immediately shifts so that he's in front of him, posture tense, nameplate gripped in his hand.]
We helped you. If there's nothing else you need, then we'll get outta your hair.
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maybe that's true. he's a fake human, after all. 'my cute, foolish little failure of a-'
mathis backs away, behind lavi, his steps a little shaky.]
Y... yes. We should...
[they should really be going now.]
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she starts to rise from her seat, eyes still on Mathis.
Both of you start to feel that sensation of skin, pulling away from the body, every nerve on fire as the sinews scream ]
Zariel might have interest in an empty vessel, waiting to be filled ...
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but he can focus long enough to disrupt her. lavi adjusts his grip, and then makes the swing, aiming the plate straight at her head,]
Back off -- !!
[rolls an 18 i hope ka-ren gets the 19-20]
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[it hurts, it hurts, but he sees lavi move to strike out at her, clutching onto the staff in his hands, and... he can't just leave everything to him. he doesn't want to be an empty vessel. he doesn't want someone else deciding what goes into him again. he said-- he said he would do things for himself.
you said pick an element for this staff and it just does spells of that type, right. i'm picking ice. 'this is hell there's so much magic heat' i just feel like ice is mathis's element, man, if this is a bad pick then it's going to be a THEMATIC bad pick as ka-ren ends up on the end of baby's first spell.]
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but not good enough. whomp! you smack her on the head and her glasses go flying and take out her cross-stitch of `LIVE, LAUGH, PEEL` which doesn't even work? isn't it supposed to be an L-word? whatever.
she's shrieking in rage, firey-hot blood rolling down her face, when Mathis hits her with the ice spell. Which is the correct choice, by the way, because devils have both fire and lightning resistance. Anyway, she just fucking dies. we gotta get out of here. she fucking dies. you killed my OC. I'll be in mourning for weeks.
but Devils dying, well. They go back to the Hells when they die. So, you get the strong feeling you should fucking book it out of this place, because someone is re-emerging from somewhere else in Avernus and now they are pissed.
In fact, they might have even alerted the Master of this House. You are running out of time. ]
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we're booking it straight out of here folks wow wonder what rondo and ashlyn are up to]
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they sure did that. mathis hurries after him, clinging to his hand-- lavi is probably half-dragging him, after the shock of the brief peel experience. let's go let's go let's go]