Unfathomable Boredom

[Seven]

((I think what Asila was trying to get across is that Demon is NOT a dog, but his appearance is like a feline version of Cerberus. Demon is not a cat at all. And as for Tir's little trick on him...well...first of all, I doubt it would have worked. Second...*Lanix jumps in*
Lanix: OH! *raising hand frantically* Let me, Let ME!!!"
*rollls eyes* Proceed Lanix...
Lanix: *sing song tone* You're soooo in for it!!! *grinning merrily*

When Demon smoothly walks in, a look of enthusiasm (even greater than Tir would have noted in Lanix's gay behavior throughout the night) emerged. "Demon!" he pipped affectionately and clasped his hands together joyously, for what must have been the 5th time in the past half an hour.

Even so, the actions of the feline were quite curious to the vampire. He'd never seen him behave in such a manner. For the first time in the night, Lanix stopped smiling. He was quite intrigued, but not in his normal, comical 'Oh-well-isn't-that-SOOO-delightful?' way. And then, Demon spoke. Indeed, a breath taking moment. Except in Lanix's case, it was a breath-creating moment, as he does not usually breath. Could it possibly be that...Demon...was defending him? He began to grin again, feeling indeed quite delightful, and he wondered how far off Mistress Annwn was. How many years had it been? He could no longer remember.

Of course, something even funnier was about to happen. Did...did Tir, the arrogant djin, do what Lanix think he was doing? He tried to transform Demon, immediately after mocking him? Seriously, couldn't he see that Demon was in fact [probably] a cat, or at least he looked like one?



Lanix started to look quite indignant. He abruptly began to walk over to Tir, and he pulls out a third glove (as he's not about to take off the two gloves on his hands), and gives the genie a hard whack. Not that he expects him to actually receive a blow from it, but it's more a matter of principal.

"I demand a refund!" he abruptly demands. Actually, it was a little bit difficult to tell if Lanix was actually upset or not, since he even though he was yelling, he still was doing it in his merry intonation. "Honestly, I feel I've been terribly ripped off! I want to see your manager! How can they send you defective genies out into the world? You speak of yourself as being cosmic entity yet even a mere undead leach such as myself knows more of the astral plane than you."

He begins to walk around Tir, invading his personal place and randomly poking and prodding him in random places. "No, no, they just don't make you djin's like they used to.

Surely, an 'all-knowing' djin would have recognized the messenger of death. And shouldn't you be able to tell that Demon would not have been transformed by your simpleton's magic tricks unless he were bored enough to go along with it? In fact Tir, you're a terrible bore--all you attempt to do is kill me, and you weren't even doing that well! The absolute WORST guest I've had in all my years! Honestly, what sort of awful guest fails to kill their host properly! I have no problems with being murdered, but I am quite offended that you, a genie thought he could kill me so blandly. Wouldn't all your millenia of existence give you at least give you a little creativity when it comes to murdering people?

Honestly!" he gently places his pointer finger on Tir. "You are...boring, boring, boring!" he jabs Tir lightly in the chest each time he says 'boring.'
"And I demand my refund! Or at least, send over a real djin! HMPH!" Lanix pivots abruptly on his heel and walks off in a huff, sobbing lightly from disappointment. He ends standing behind Demon.

"Oh yes, and he's not my pet. If anything, it's more like I'm his pet..." he muses casually.

[Asila]

((I'm sorry, Rojo, I never did clarify that Demon isn't actually a demon. I'm going to have to write him his own profile because it's complicated. He defies easy description because he's so unique. I didn't really base him off of any legend, I just like black cats so I made a cool minion who took that form. Just remember that he's a servant of a goddess and therefor powerful even though he rarely talks and usually looks like a kitty. But Seven was right when she said he's not a cat. He's actually a being nearly as old as Annwn herself and is pretty much the Lucifer to Annwn's God. *grins* I'll get a profile up soon. And I'll have to update Annwn's profile, since it's kind of simplistic. ))

As Tir proceeded to insult the Otherworld minion with his patronizing expressions, Demon's wide grin only broadened. By the time the djinn had fallen silent, his grin had actually begun to twist his feline features into terrible masks of homicidal glee that were reflected on each of his three heads. And the djinn's attempt at forcing a change on him definately did not improve matters. In fact, at this point, the Otherworld creature proceeded to scrape his claws against the stone floor and hold them up in from of his bright yellow eyes to inspect their sharpness.

Luckily the whole mess didn't come down to a showdown, for Demon was amused with Lanix's reaction to the insult and therefor content to let the offensive behavior slide for the moment. Sitting back on his haunches to watch the show his grin returned to it's friendlier dimensions and his glowing eyes flickered in a peculiar fashion that was somehow reminiscent of laughter as he listened to the vampire's spirited retorts. Then, when Lanix stood behind him once more, he shrank back into the cat's form he favored and leaped onto Lanix's shoulder. His tail curled around the vampire's neck like a silken scarf and his head lowered between his shoulders as he stared at the djinn with vulture-like intensity. The homicidal grin that warped his features was back and the taunt was clear in his expression. It's your move, oh clever Trickster.

[Rojo]

The Genie's smile managed to make its way onto his face as Lanix continued to "correct" him. He waited until the Vampire had fallen silent and returned to his spot, and Demon had finished his display before speaking.

"Ah-a, dear boy, that is where you are, sadly..." a sad expression passed his face "completely and utterly wrong," and the smile returned like a criminal to the scene of a crime "for your information: I did recognise the O, Dark One here, and also, I was merely testing his powers with a pitiful transformation spell...to test the, a-ha, legends."
He was at fully inflated ego now, getting the better of him.
"As for a refund...I am, how do you say...legit. Special order, no returns. Anyway, we've met before," he gestured to the cat "at a dinner party thousands of years ago...you were eating all of the dodo eggs!" He pointed an accusing finger at Demon, his hand turning into a overenlarged foam finger before changing back.

Tir leaned back into the air, crossing one leg over the other as if he was sitting on an invisible chair.
"How is her gothness?" He threw the question casually in the cat's direction.

[Asila]

Demon narrowed his eyes when confronted with Tir's accusation, leaping to the ground and prowling fluidly to a point that lay directly between Tir and Lanix, his long serpentine tail thrashing erratically in a feline expression of utmost annoyance. Once he reached his destination, he turned to face the blank stone wall. His eyes suddenly seemed to take on the properties of search-lights, and two large spheres of light appeared on the wall. When they converged, a scene began to play out upon the wall. Like an old film seen in the earliest theaters, the image was grainy and flickered in that odd fashion unique to antique picture-films, but at least it was in color. Demon was, after all, only mocking this bit of human technology. He was hardly restricted to keeping the picture in black and white.

Lanix and Tir were looking at the latest Banquet of the Gods. They occurred every couple thousand years, give or take a couple centuries, and this one had taken place three hundred years ago. The name of the event was slightly misleading, because all beings of great power were there. From the most ancient vampires, to the troublesome djinn, to the Gods themselves. The purpose of these gatherings were to promote harmony among beings strong enough to decimate the universe and it's many dimensions and to reinforce the old rules that kept such a state of peace, however uneasy, possible.

Demon's viewpoint drifted among the throngs of ethereally brilliant figures present before impossibly zeroing in on himself, where he sat near a tray upon one of the long tables buried under plates of the worlds rarest delicacies. Demon had zeroed in on the famed golden apples, fresh from the Garden of the Hesperides. To mortals, they granted immortality. To the immortal, they were just another delicacy, but one that tasted far richer and sweeter than anything found on Earth.

The Demon portrayed within the flickering scene that animated the stone wall lowered his head to sink sharp teeth into the flesh of one of these legendary fruits...and crunched into the shell of a rotten egg. Demon's fur stood on end, bristling in response to his disgust. After a moment of exaggerated stillness, Demon lifted his head and cast his murderous gaze about the room-

The film abruptly, and conveniently, cut off at that moment. Demon turned his head to gaze disdainfully at Tir and waited for the djinn to make another disrespectful comment. Perhaps if he made enough of them, the Otherworld minion could exact some revenge upon him without provoking the retaliation of the gods. The cat that wasn't a cat grinned wickedly at the thought.

[Seven]

Lanix, who had been previously seated elegantly on a piece of rubble, stood up at the end of the clip, clapping enthusiastically. "Bravi, Bravi, Bravissimi! You ought to go to the Oscar's or the like, my fine, furry friend!" He smiled gaily, only stopping his applause to scratch his cheek. "Say there, can you do that for any such memory that you wish? Can you reiterate those wonderful days in which we three, our Mistress, yourself, and I, had played merrily beneath the sun, watching those mortals dance the dance of dismay, and perish one and all in their skirmish of a war? Ah, forgive my nostalgia, but such fine days, those were.

"Oh listen to me--I sound like an old vampire, reminiscing for the past long gone! Please, do excuse me, Tir will probably agree when I say that no one wants to hear about that." Lanix giggled to himself.

Then, he abruptly turned on his heel, staring steadfast at the djinn. He observed him, scrunching up his nose as he did so. In the next moment, the vampire was literally not less than half a step away from Tir, and leaning forward still, and as if he suddenly became hard on eyesight, he pulled out a golden, antique lorgnette with the script initials "L.X on the bottom. He brought them up to his eyes, and with his combined close proximately and leaning, the end of the lorgnette fell just short of an inch in front of Tir's eyes. And just as suddenly as he encroached on Tir's personal space, he just as suddenly snapped the lorgnette down, returning it to whatever pocket it had come from. He then slowly turned away, a hand weakly raising itself to the top of his forehead. He swooned slightly, swaying from right to left, and a faint choke of a sob escaped his throat.

"I knew it!" he sobbed softly to himself. "I just knew it!" he continued melodramatically. He then abruptly turned back to Tir, grasping him by the collar like a frantic man at the end of his means. "Why didn't you tell me--why didn't you say something!?" he demanded in his pathetic, sorrowful tone, before abruptly turning away again and bursting into lavishly girly tears.

((Please don't ask me where I'm going with this, not even I am sure....*sighs* I need to keep Lanix under a tighter leash. Trying to get into his mood is probably not good for whatever sanity I have.))

[Rojo]

As the clip played out, an enormous sweatdrop began to accumulate on the back of his head. When Demon sunk his teeth into the rotten egg, the drop fell and exploded into a small puddle of sweat around Tir's feet.

When the clip finished, he started repeating "eh-heh" over and over, each time getting squeakier and squeakier. Then he stepped backwards slightly, rubbing the back of his head.

"Y'see...Demon, buddy, pal...the thing about that apple was..." he trailed off. Then, after a few seconds, he abruptly pulled out a megaphone from nowhere and yelled.

"IT WAS ME!"

The volume of the megaphone was loud enough to shake the entire masoleum. Even Tir was momentarily deaf. The end of the megaphone momentarily turned into a pair of lips, mouthing the words and spraying spit everywhere. Then, Tir tossed it aside and flew up into the air, hovering a few feet beneath the ceiling, cackling madly.