Post by Rojo on Sept 9, 2008 10:10:12 GMT -5
Well, this is my character Syn from Broken Worlds, that site I showed you a few weeks back, you don't know him, but he just became the Demon Emissary, and this is him getting adjusted to his office.
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Getting Acquainted
The door opened slowly. It creaked in protest, but it was secretly happy that it had a new owner, someone with nice, silky gloves that massaged his handle. The reason the door was able to think this was due to the excess magical radiation the previous Demon Emissary had built up performing summonings and rituals.
Now this room belonged to a Demon known as Syn Pazu. He looked around slowly. There were a few features he remembered from when he had been here last when he had had his chat with the previous Demon Emissary; The cage in the corner that contained a small blue wrinkled imp, the two bookshelves directly behind the desk, and the small chest in the corner of the room, which probably was now emptied of its previous owner’s contents.
Syn moved around the desk (which was in the middle of the room) and lowered himself slowly into the chair. It was old and made of wood with various furs and a large skull of some bestial animal adorned upon it. Obviously his predecessor was a traditionalist. There was more evidence of this by the pentacles underneath the leather covering of the desk, and the chalk politely left in the top drawer; all colours, of course. This was a sign of respect among demons to leave another chalk, and Syn felt his chest swell with pride. He smiled to himself, and stood up to examine the bookcase.
His talk with Rosaline had told him there would be a large book somewhere on these shelves, and he found it almost instantly; a colossal black book with various inscriptions on the front and someone had embedded an actual spine of some poor creature on the spine of the book in a show of black humour. He couldn’t help but feel sorry for whatever tiny creature that had been killed to make this book more…traditional. Syn pulled out the book with surprisingly little effort and plonked it on the desk. He sat down and adjusted his chair on the carpet (which could be pulled back for larger summonings) and opened the book. He knew a few old friends (or fiends, rather, to make a joke) that dealt in the drug market here on Ris’mos. He looked a few of them up quickly, and found that they had all - save for one – been killed by an angel. He frowned at this, displeased at the thought of killing, yet happy these criminals had been put out forever.
He looked through the book a bit more, found a few names he knew, and made a mental note to go see them. An intern popped her head around the door, thoroughly displeased by the macabre chair and the bookshelves for some reason. However, she seemed pleased by the new Emissary, because she asked:
“Hey, erm, Mr Pazu, is it? D’you wanna coffee?” Syn was thoroughly confused as to what coffee was, and so he licked his lips and braved it.
“Erm…what’s coffee?”
The Girl burst out laughing, and her head disappeared.
The New Demon Emissary was highly confused. Then his eyes were drawn to the bookshelves, trying to find why the intern had been staring at them with such disdain. Then he noticed the skulls. On top of book bookcases were a line of skulls, of all kinds, from mouse to sabre-toothed tiger. There was even the skull of a Paradon (the Paradon is a very elusive creature, found on the 11th layer of Hell. It enjoys heavy rock music, rain, and biting the jugulars out of unsuspecting travellers.)
He was shocked, of course…but a little voice deep inside him couldn’t help but marvel at them. He could keep one…or two, maybe a couple? No, it was degrading to Demons to see such things in the representative of the entire race’s office. Syn shook his head and stood up, stepping over to inspect the imp.
The little blue thing was lightning blue, and had a little ridge of spikes going up its back up to two slightly larger ones that protruded from the back of its head. It sported one large yellow eye the flickered around the room a lot, and two black leathery wings that hung loosely behind it.
“Hello?” Syn tried; the imp didn’t reply. He looked at the bottom of the cage, where a small bronze plaque had: Te’lal written on, it, then, underneath: “Tee”
He leaned back, and stared at the little creature.
“Hello, erm…Te’lal,” he tried again. The imp showed some acknowledgement at the sound of its name, the blue head flicking moving slightly to regard Syn more easily. “Erm…would you like to be let out?”
The imp suddenly grinned widely, nodding its head vigorously. Syn carefully reached for the latch that would open the small black door in the cage, and opened it. As a result, all hell was let loose.
Te’lal flew out into the office with glee, screeching his excitement.
“Freedom at last!” The Imp cried in the Demon language “you idiot, didn’t that old fool tell you never to let an imp out?”
He cackled with mirth again, and flew around the office causing havoc. He pulled all the books off the shelves, ripped up the furs and carpet, urinated on the desk, setting it on fire (Syn quickly put this out with magic), pushed all of the skulls out onto the pile of books, threw the chalk helter skelter around the room, all the while laughing. All Syn could do was watch as his brand new office was being ripped to pieces by one small imp.
“Please could you-“ “Would you mind-“ “Please stop-“
All of poor, poor Syn’s efforts were in vain, as the little thing continued to break up his office. He set a firm look on his face, and put on The Voice.
“WOULD YOU MIND GETTING THE HEAVEN BACK IN YOUR CAGE NOW, BEFORE I TEAR OUT YOUR HEART AND USE IT AS AN AFTERDINNER MINT!”
Little Te’lal instantly stopped. The whole castle had shook, and he had gone momentarily deaf. Suddenly the whole castle was silent. Then the imp flew back into his cage, quick as a flash and closed the latch after him, his wide eye staring at Syn in Immortal Terror. Syn himself moved over to the cage and bent over.
“Now, I’m going to let you out,” he told the Imp in Demonic “but you must clean up this mess,”
“And what do I get out of it, eh?” Te’lal replied, still trying to retain some dignity.
Syn contemplated this.
“I’ll treat you much better then your old master did,” and as it looked like the Imp was about to say that the old master had treated him just fine, Syn cut him off “I will let you have complete freedom, if, and only if, you keep watch over this room, maybe deliver messages for me once in a while, but, you must also not cause mischief during your free time, and if you do, you will be shut in your cage and never be allowed out again…do you agree to the terms?”
Te’lal glared at Syn, thinking. He gave an almighty sigh.
“You’re no fun…” he muttered, and hopped along his perch to the door. Syn opened it slowly, and the Imp trundled out, and began picking up the books one by one.
The intern popped her head around the door, a cup of steaming liquid in her hand.
“Co…ffee?” Her jaw dropped and she placed the coffee quickly on the desk and left hurriedly.
The New Demon Emissary sighed; this seemed to be the longest day ever.
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Getting Acquainted
The door opened slowly. It creaked in protest, but it was secretly happy that it had a new owner, someone with nice, silky gloves that massaged his handle. The reason the door was able to think this was due to the excess magical radiation the previous Demon Emissary had built up performing summonings and rituals.
Now this room belonged to a Demon known as Syn Pazu. He looked around slowly. There were a few features he remembered from when he had been here last when he had had his chat with the previous Demon Emissary; The cage in the corner that contained a small blue wrinkled imp, the two bookshelves directly behind the desk, and the small chest in the corner of the room, which probably was now emptied of its previous owner’s contents.
Syn moved around the desk (which was in the middle of the room) and lowered himself slowly into the chair. It was old and made of wood with various furs and a large skull of some bestial animal adorned upon it. Obviously his predecessor was a traditionalist. There was more evidence of this by the pentacles underneath the leather covering of the desk, and the chalk politely left in the top drawer; all colours, of course. This was a sign of respect among demons to leave another chalk, and Syn felt his chest swell with pride. He smiled to himself, and stood up to examine the bookcase.
His talk with Rosaline had told him there would be a large book somewhere on these shelves, and he found it almost instantly; a colossal black book with various inscriptions on the front and someone had embedded an actual spine of some poor creature on the spine of the book in a show of black humour. He couldn’t help but feel sorry for whatever tiny creature that had been killed to make this book more…traditional. Syn pulled out the book with surprisingly little effort and plonked it on the desk. He sat down and adjusted his chair on the carpet (which could be pulled back for larger summonings) and opened the book. He knew a few old friends (or fiends, rather, to make a joke) that dealt in the drug market here on Ris’mos. He looked a few of them up quickly, and found that they had all - save for one – been killed by an angel. He frowned at this, displeased at the thought of killing, yet happy these criminals had been put out forever.
He looked through the book a bit more, found a few names he knew, and made a mental note to go see them. An intern popped her head around the door, thoroughly displeased by the macabre chair and the bookshelves for some reason. However, she seemed pleased by the new Emissary, because she asked:
“Hey, erm, Mr Pazu, is it? D’you wanna coffee?” Syn was thoroughly confused as to what coffee was, and so he licked his lips and braved it.
“Erm…what’s coffee?”
The Girl burst out laughing, and her head disappeared.
The New Demon Emissary was highly confused. Then his eyes were drawn to the bookshelves, trying to find why the intern had been staring at them with such disdain. Then he noticed the skulls. On top of book bookcases were a line of skulls, of all kinds, from mouse to sabre-toothed tiger. There was even the skull of a Paradon (the Paradon is a very elusive creature, found on the 11th layer of Hell. It enjoys heavy rock music, rain, and biting the jugulars out of unsuspecting travellers.)
He was shocked, of course…but a little voice deep inside him couldn’t help but marvel at them. He could keep one…or two, maybe a couple? No, it was degrading to Demons to see such things in the representative of the entire race’s office. Syn shook his head and stood up, stepping over to inspect the imp.
The little blue thing was lightning blue, and had a little ridge of spikes going up its back up to two slightly larger ones that protruded from the back of its head. It sported one large yellow eye the flickered around the room a lot, and two black leathery wings that hung loosely behind it.
“Hello?” Syn tried; the imp didn’t reply. He looked at the bottom of the cage, where a small bronze plaque had: Te’lal written on, it, then, underneath: “Tee”
He leaned back, and stared at the little creature.
“Hello, erm…Te’lal,” he tried again. The imp showed some acknowledgement at the sound of its name, the blue head flicking moving slightly to regard Syn more easily. “Erm…would you like to be let out?”
The imp suddenly grinned widely, nodding its head vigorously. Syn carefully reached for the latch that would open the small black door in the cage, and opened it. As a result, all hell was let loose.
Te’lal flew out into the office with glee, screeching his excitement.
“Freedom at last!” The Imp cried in the Demon language “you idiot, didn’t that old fool tell you never to let an imp out?”
He cackled with mirth again, and flew around the office causing havoc. He pulled all the books off the shelves, ripped up the furs and carpet, urinated on the desk, setting it on fire (Syn quickly put this out with magic), pushed all of the skulls out onto the pile of books, threw the chalk helter skelter around the room, all the while laughing. All Syn could do was watch as his brand new office was being ripped to pieces by one small imp.
“Please could you-“ “Would you mind-“ “Please stop-“
All of poor, poor Syn’s efforts were in vain, as the little thing continued to break up his office. He set a firm look on his face, and put on The Voice.
“WOULD YOU MIND GETTING THE HEAVEN BACK IN YOUR CAGE NOW, BEFORE I TEAR OUT YOUR HEART AND USE IT AS AN AFTERDINNER MINT!”
Little Te’lal instantly stopped. The whole castle had shook, and he had gone momentarily deaf. Suddenly the whole castle was silent. Then the imp flew back into his cage, quick as a flash and closed the latch after him, his wide eye staring at Syn in Immortal Terror. Syn himself moved over to the cage and bent over.
“Now, I’m going to let you out,” he told the Imp in Demonic “but you must clean up this mess,”
“And what do I get out of it, eh?” Te’lal replied, still trying to retain some dignity.
Syn contemplated this.
“I’ll treat you much better then your old master did,” and as it looked like the Imp was about to say that the old master had treated him just fine, Syn cut him off “I will let you have complete freedom, if, and only if, you keep watch over this room, maybe deliver messages for me once in a while, but, you must also not cause mischief during your free time, and if you do, you will be shut in your cage and never be allowed out again…do you agree to the terms?”
Te’lal glared at Syn, thinking. He gave an almighty sigh.
“You’re no fun…” he muttered, and hopped along his perch to the door. Syn opened it slowly, and the Imp trundled out, and began picking up the books one by one.
The intern popped her head around the door, a cup of steaming liquid in her hand.
“Co…ffee?” Her jaw dropped and she placed the coffee quickly on the desk and left hurriedly.
The New Demon Emissary sighed; this seemed to be the longest day ever.
