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Post by Deleted on Dec 20, 2016 1:22:10 GMT
Continuation from here: [ X ]Mammon The Demon was someone that Noxa had met only a brief time before; he tried to sell her a thing or another — it had worked. However, Noxa had never gotten around to reading the rather expensive encyclopedia he scammed her over, because Noxa had made the grave mistake of tasking Mr. Floofs with taking it home. By the time she had gotten home the only thing she saw was pieces of shredded paper lining every corner of her shop, with Mr. Floofs rolling over the remains as though it had been the first snow of winter.
Noxa would’ve asked for another set, but she had honestly been a bit too busy to read recently. Trying — and apparently failing — at holding up a relationship was tough work, not to mention taking over Empires and learning how to bake waffles… The last two being mutually exclusive.
At Mammon’s arrival Noxa began to explain to him the status-quo of the Arcosian Empire; she explained to him who Lord Retsu was, and why he was now ‘Emperor’ Retsu. She wasn’t shy about explaining her role in the dethroning of the Emperor either. By the time the Demon had his context Noxa and he had arrived near a hot dog stand somewhere off the side of the park’s perimeter. The woman purchased him a nice double cup of coffee or hot chocolate — whatever the Demon preferred, as well as a hot dog or two if he so wished. She made a point to express the order was 'to go'. She, herself, had already eaten, so she simply purchased herself a small bag of chips. Having purchased the goods Noxa decided to get back to business.
The robe-clad vixen had led the Demon off into the park, just as she had done so to the previous applicants. Instead of leading him out into a clearing with no witnesses, however, she brought him over to a clearing filled with chairs and chest tables. A few winter-hardened chess enthusiast sat at this place, playing with one another. The woman with the coattail and hair that never seemed to stop blowing regardless of wind or not, found herself taking a seat on one of said chess tables.
Her little Collar Bot — a heart-shaped, fist-sized drone that acted as both PDA and a Cellphone for Noxa found itself hovering over the table. Noxa had already received a few applicants that day, so she clapped twice and the bot projected a holographic grid over the chess table. It was a blue square divided into a 3 by 3 square, which Noxa promptly began tapping all over the place, drawing multiple ‘X’s into every grid she tapped.
The woman crossed her legs, “So, you know what game this is, right?” she wondered, “Tic Tac Toe? I don’t really know a lot about Demons or anything, but if you spent a lot of time on Earth I’m sure you’d have learned about it. IF not I can explain it to you, it’s a very simple game — which will be your first test to get into the NOXA Force.”
The Amazon’s monstrous power level hadn’t lowered in the slightest since she had begun the day; it served a beacon, after all. However, she decided to put it to a second use. Soon a dark glow — a dimming of the light around Noxa began to take place. The air around the two of them began to warm up, making the atmosphere for about a dozen feet around them about as warm as a hot spring day. Noxa, at the point, decided to open up her bag of chips, eager to test out the Demons prowess in such a respectable, tactically challenging game.
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Post by Mammon on Dec 20, 2016 2:59:18 GMT
Coffee, coffee was the elixir of life in the demons opinion from the morning wake up call to the mid day pick me up, and on a wintry day like this he hunched over it like a miser his horded gold, he sipped at it walking along side the red haired vixen, and he gave her a sidelong look in his opinion anyone who looked that good was a fake, and this one was a damn scary fake. "Regicide." yeah, it would only be moments now before she ripped off her flesh mask and screamed 'BOO!' at him, tentacles or some such. People who looked like that weren't born they were made, and that chilled him this doll creature was ordered straight from a magazine to terrorise the world and he was considering signing up with it. "All the great tales start with the death of a king, will his ghost haunt you not I wonder." he said jokingly shaking his shaggy head from side to side. “There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so.” he quoted loftily his voice a rolling basso, pointing his hotdog towards her like some great sword of legend and taking a fencers stance. "When beggars die, there are no comets seen;The heavens themselves blaze forth the death of princes." he resumed his casual stance. "I think I'm mixing my literary metaphors. A bad habit if ever there was one."He sat down dusted the snow from his shoulder's and sat, his eye's lit up as the board appeared and gave the small ibot a curious glance, he made a few preemptive swipes at the table checking for solidity before nodding and storing the information away for later. Ghost boards."Ah, the noble game of Tic Tac Toe?" he said drawing a circle in the middle with a languid sweep of index finger, he looked back up to Noxa, the flat line of his mouth turned up in a soft smile that on anyone else might have been charming, but red eye's and horns make devils of us all. "I'm quite well versed in earthling games, be it chess, checkers or even dead mans roulette." he made a small gesture of loading an invisible gun putting it to the side of his head and pulling the trigger, he mouthed the word 'BANG'. "But people get surprised after it goes off and you're still standing." he let out a low throaty chuckle. INTENT PL @noxa
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Post by Deleted on Dec 22, 2016 9:10:56 GMT
This guy was great — or, at least that’s what Noxa had been thinking so far. A lot of the things he said and did went right over her head… Although he certainly was a character, which is exactly what Noxa wanted. Due to both her lack of grasp at his references and witty remarks, Noxa only stared at him with a rather strange mixture of focus and a faint smile; the slightly slithering strands and meshes of hair by her side didn’t help the creepy factor. The woman, however, seemed utterly oblivious to any effect her presence had.
“Totally.” Was her only response.
The references he made after sitting down, also mostly went over Noxa’s head. A few moments passed before a snort turned into a rather strange choice, “Oh, you mean guns!” Noxa then began to laugh, though the morbidity was, much like his other references, completely passed by, “Those things are silly, aren’t they?” She wondered, soon reaching up to wipe away a tear with the large talon of her gauntlet-clad right hand, “T-those little pea shooters.” she shook her head, finally allowing what she perceived as a joke to be left off to the side.
“You know,” Noxa said, “It’s good that you’re, as you say, ‘well versed in earthling games’, because I’m new to Earth. Well, relatively new; I’ve only arrived here about half a year ago. Where I am from was… Very different — I guess you could say I’m as alien to Earth as Earth is to me. I’m sure having you around could help me understand a few of the Earthling social quirks n’ stuff.”
Noxa found herself tapping away at the grid formed over the chessboard, starting off her tic tac toe game with a rather simple move of the middle of the lower quadrant.
However, that wasn’t the end of their conversation, as an idea found itself spurring in the woman’s mind. This demon claimed to be an expert on Earth stuff, so maybe he’d be able to help her out.
“Hey!” she exclaimed suddenly with bombastic energy, “Do you think you can help me with something?“ She wondered, “I’m having troubles with a friend — you seem like a charismatic, smart guy. Can you explain to me what is wrong with her and what I should do to not make her more angry than she is?” Noxa wondered, “She seems to be a little upset after we went out on a trip, and I don’t know why. Think you can help me out?” she repeated. | [ ] | [ ] | [ ] | | [ ] | [ ] | [ ] | | [ ] | [ X ] | [ ] |
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Post by Mammon on Dec 22, 2016 11:04:06 GMT
"I don't think anyone would call GUNS silly, the death toll on these pea shooters is quite surprising." he spoke conversationally and almost by magic he produced a gun, the same kind of magic that bending your finger and moving your hand makes it look like you're removing and reattaching it. So he kinda just pulled it out of his sleeve. "Or at least anyone who isn't a superior being." he spun the gun on the table with a side swipe of his forefinger it spun end over end its nose pointing towards bio androids chest. "Bang." he said making a small gesture of miming shooting a gun at her with his other hand.
"I wouldn't call myself an expert, my knowledge on earth is a few centuries old. Half this stuff seems like magic to me." he made a small swipe at the board drawing a circle in its centre. "I was still under the impression duels would be a bigger thing." He looked back up to Noxa, his eye's levelling with hers the red orbs sparkling darkly. "When I came here I spoke in thous and thees, forsooth I did."
"Ah, relationships. I'm not sure how much help I can render you." he pulled out a cigarette setting along the craggy line of his mouth. "Smoke?" He asked before picking up the gun he placed down before, pointing it straight at his face he pulled the trigger, no sound of 'BANG' or led shot forth just a single dirty orange flame that he used to light his cancer stick. It was one of them novelty lighters. "I'm a demon, in the case of relationships I just take what I want."
"But looking at you I don't think it would be much of problem for you to do that, so I assume you want to approach this more tactfully." He'd never understand these mortal boundaries, it just seemed ridiculous to him friendship and relationship was about dominance, dirt and who had the bigger dirk they could shiv you with. "Tell me about this women?"
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Post by Deleted on Dec 23, 2016 1:40:26 GMT
Maybe Mammon had a point; the vast majority of the populous weren’t ki-users, which caused them to be about as weak as one would expect. The virago didn’t need to be reminded about that, after all, she had plenty of experience in that department from the days on Zilyana.
Noxa found it impressive that Mammon had been hiding away a gun in his clothing — she never once thought of doing something like that: bringing things with in secrecy. It was an interesting concept; she put that on the back burner, making a mental note to later think of some neat things to hide from sight that might give her an edge, not yet realizing that the vast array of things she kept deep in her hair fulfilled that exact criteria.
Once the cigarette had been lit Noxa realized he was about to smoke. She wasn’t a big fan of the smell of those little paper sticks — always made her a little queasy. To compensate, Noxa found herself taking a deep breath; her ki compressing down the air she took into her lungs as to keep her from needing to breathe for long enough for Mammon to finish smoking.
Noxa utilized Atmos. Naturally, when he offered her the cigarette the woman simply shook her head, mumbling a ‘that’s fine’ under her breath. She was sure that whatever the smoke those things produced wouldn’t feel any better inside her than they felt outside.
Noxa tapped away at a corner of the projected board, and made her next move; a vivid blue ‘x’ popping up at the North Easternmost corner.
“Well,” Noxa began telling him about her little lady issue, “I have this ‘friend’,” She began “Her name is Pocky — she is a caramel colored Majin. We met over the internet on this blogging website called Rumblr. I forgot what it was over, but we like a lot of the same shows.”
Noxa crossed her arms over her belly and her right leg over her left knee. “We decided to have a meet up because I think she was getting really quiet — or, she thought I was getting really quiet. I forgot. We had dinner, and she freaked out over my power level and asked me to spar her. I hit her once, and she kind of got kind of turned into goo, but managed to reform. She spent a night or so in my house, and she came onto me… I learned that Majins and Me aren’t biologically compatible, which I feel kind of defeats the purpose, but…” Noxa rolled her shoulders, “But here is where things get weird.” Noxa said, “I asked her out on a date so we could bond — it was a job of mine; we had to go hunt for some relic in the desert. Mr. Floofs, Pocky, and myself all went with metal detectors out to the Gizard Wasteland. Apparently, she got really angry at me because she thought I ‘lied’ to her — which I totally didn’t!” The woman found her voice squeaking a little, which was odd considering its usual even, silky texture.
“Apparently, to her, it’s ‘lying’ if I ask her out for a date while I’m working. In my opinion, people are supposed to bond over good and bad things. Then she flipped out and things between us turned a bit sour; she is still taking my messages, but I don’t know what made her get sooo antsy.”
The woman took a break for a moment, “I’m not in the wrong here, am I? She is just being too sensitive, or crazy, right?”
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Post by Mammon on Dec 23, 2016 11:04:07 GMT
He reached out to the screen and touched it, his nail flickering a crescent shape before reversing it to complete the circle. "Friend." he emphasised the meaning as if adding unseen quotation marks, and doing the whole air quote thing with his finger's 'Friend'. "A Majin, oh you mean the failed weapons." he didn't really care for the bubblegum warriors, you know the whole eating your opponents and they all acted like a kid one way or another, hard to control. "It is in their nature to be /antsy/. Did she eat someone who didn't agree with her?" He smiled his best smile which in retrospective was the smile of a convicted predator. "You are what you eat, more so for the gum wads. So I hear."
He inspected his nails for a moment bring out a file to join the collection of junk on the table, he ran it on its sides using the grain against the surface of the nail. It broke, and he let out the world weary sigh of first world problems. "Always happens, shoddy earthling make." he cursed in some broken language that kinda sounded like a blender trying to read the script to lord of the rings 'kablak'.
"Maybe she is in shock, after all I hear being 'compatible' is a big part of the relationship." He bought half the file to eye level inspecting it the line of its surface, before turning his head to a neighbouring tree he paused for a moment held his breath and like a sniper taking his shot, he launched it with care. Not the kind of care for people but the one that cares if it hit something. "Wait for it, wait for it." and a small squirrel fell out of the tree skewered on half a nail file. "Still got it! What were we talking about, oh right gum. She is probably just adjusting."
"But I mean you're asking the wrong creature about being sensitive, us demons haven't been known to be in touch with our inner-" he had to choose his words carefully here, he was about to say 'nagging women' but he felt that wouldn't go down well. "-child. Except those child demons, but they always freaked me out. I think I'm rambling. Your move."
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Post by Deleted on Dec 24, 2016 21:23:27 GMT
“Well,” The woman began, “She didn’t eat anyone — she did eat the thing we were there to retrieve, though. She got mad and refused to give it back to me unless I took her on a proper date…”
Much like her demonic counterpart, the woman let out a weary sigh, her shoulders and hair seeming to deflate alongside her lungful of air.
This whole ‘relationship’ thing was starting to be a pain in the ass; she hoped that things would either get easier to deal with or just stop being complicated altogether… But something told her that the latter was likely not going to happen. The amazon watched the demon began to file his nails, her eyes widened, the narrowed down on the action. To the war-forged amazon, who had never seen a thing about cosmetic products, what he was doing was completely bizarre.
Attempting to be discrete — and utterly failing — the woman found herself conjuring her own identical nail file out of thin air with her Magic Materialization. The woman looked it over, bringing it up to her face to closely examine the rough texture of the tool — going as far as to sniff and lick the weird thing. Her face turned sour, not really sure what she was expecting, but the taste and the scent she got were utterly vile.
Noxa wasn’t entirely sure what shock there was to be about, but it was possible her social ineptitude extended far longer than she expected, which would mean she now didn’t know what she didn’t know — that’s double the power of ignorance.
With the demon’s own file snapping, the antenna that looked like two mesh of hair that always stood up from the top of her hair twitched. The woman looked up to confirm that reality, only to watch as the demon send the broken file rocketing towards a tree, and snuffing out the life of a squirrel. The Bio Woman could only snort, finding a bit of joy in the fact that Mr. Floofs wasn’t around to witness that; the demonic pup hated squirrels.
The sage, sleazy demon went on to give another theory or two before coming forward and admitting that he was likely not the best kind of person to seek dating advice… Which was unfortunate; the woman could use the knowledge of someone experienced with these kinds of issues. While he spoke the woman decided to try her hand at the nail filing; the very moment the rough surface of the stick touched the nails on Noxa’s left hand — which were just long enough to look disproportionately unsettling —a cringing sensation shot through her body. Her skin broke out in goosebumps, and her hair stood up on end like a frightened cat.
The stick burst into flames and disintegrated then and there.
Feeling just a tad bit discouraged, and whole revolted by the sensation of getting her nails filed, Noxa swiftly moved, tapping away at a section of the board without much forethought. While her mind mulled over just how someone could stand that activity.
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Post by Mammon on Dec 25, 2016 1:44:18 GMT
"And-" he tapped the screen absentmindedly creating the third in a line of circles, he'd draw his finger across it putting a slash through them. "that's game." he played the coffee mamba, moving the cigarette across the line of his mouth and took a long drink from his coffee finishing it up and breathing out a cloud of smoke "One might accuse you of being distracted."
"Well do it, I kind say I particularly understand these games you're playing with Gumby." he flexed his hand's peering down at his nails before taking up his novelty lighter and shoving it back up his sleeve. "But if you enjoy them, continue. It really isn't that hard." He take one final drag of his cancer stick before crushing it into the table turning the length of tobacco into ground up ash.
"So-" he said stretching the word out to filling the silence, it was beginning to look like this try out was turning into gossiping with the girls. He wasn't sure if that was insulting or a great compliment to share your most inner thoughts with. "-did I pass the test. I thought I was gonna have to do a blood oath, or at least a quickening." he put on his best old timey voice letting age sink deep within his vocal cords, getting somewhere this side of Sean Connery. "You must learn to conceal your special gift and harness it until the time of the gathering." He gave her a look as if to say this 'this is funny', no one respected the classics.
"Anyway, the Noxa Force." He drummed his finger's against the table with a 'TAP' 'TAP' his nails biting deep into its surface, tossing up splinters and small chips of wood. "So what's next?" he asked leaning back into his seat, he didn't want to come across too eager there in lies disappointment, and lady luck comes to those who least deserve her so he sat back and went to reach in for a second dose of nicotine that day. [O][X][X]
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Post by Deleted on Dec 26, 2016 11:34:50 GMT
There was a hint of irritation at her loss, which caused the sore loser Noxa to cause her hair to head up and whip away the cigarette her drew for his second dose.
“No smoking when I’m so close.” She said quickly, taking an exasperated breath.
Slowly, the virago came to stand and stretch out to the heavens, her limbo body cracking and popping at every moment; taking a deep breath as the virago enjoyed the sensation of releasing her Atmos ability's hold on her lungs — freely breathing now that the toxic cigarette smoke was no longer there to loom over her respiratory system's performance. Soon she returned to her posture, arms sitting akimbo while she regarded the Demon.
“Sorry about that.” she admitted, trying to toss him a smile despite the very hint of irritation biting away at her, “I’ve lost almost every single game of Tic Tac Toe; was hoping I’d win for once — and, yes. You pass. Not because you won, but because you were able to sit down, relax, socialize, and not talk about power, training, or some other nonsense for a little bit.”
There was a nod, the woman raising her gauntlet-clad right hand’s index finger to establish a point: “I’m running these challenges to establish aspects of the NOXA Force that I want people to be able to comfortably deal with; if I was looking just for the strongest or smartest I’d hire some scientists, or have someone fight me to near death.”
Both her hands came together into one clap, “None the less, yes — you passed.” She re-iterated, “But for this second test you might fail… And if you fail the consequences will be severe! Well, depending on how you fail it.” Noxa turned away from the Demon, her eyes peering out into the few chess players that --. Noxa’s expression turned into a frown as she realized that all of the players had left, thanks to the bizarre display of abilities and powers that had marked the duo’s social exchange.
Noxa let out a hasty sigh, shaking her head.
“Your next test will be to steal candy from a baby. Literally.” Still looking away from Mammoon, her right hand rose once more, longside her index finger to accentuate the importance of her next words, “However, there is a catch — or, rather, several.”
“Firstly, you can’t let anyone know that you have stolen the candy. If any law enforcement comes to me about this I’ll vehemently deny and knowledge and call you a monster.”
“Secondly, if you kill anyone I’ll kill you.”
Her arms returned to their akimbo position. This second challenge was more of a moral test than anything, especially for this one. Noxa could sense that at his power he should be able to move fast enough to snatch anything away from any non ki-user before they could even know what happened. She didn’t care about his methods, as long as those methods didn’t come back to cause her any trouble.
“I don’t care how you do it, just respect those two rules; I don’t want this coming back to bite me in the ass.”
That was her final line of suggestion and guidline. The pointed to the android that had now been recalling the holographic table it had projected, “Take Collar Bot with you — it’ll record everything. Try and be back soon.”
Then, finally, the woman turned to face Mammon, only to back away from him at a leisurely pace. “Be good while being bad — you know where to find me; I’ll be over at my stand… If you can’t bring it back by the time I go home then just follow the droid; it’ll take back to the shop.”
“And if you get any text messages, pictures, or videos from someone named ‘Pocky’... Don’t open them.”
With that the redhead turned, heading back to her little makeshift ‘booth’, allowing Mammon to go about handling the task she had assigned him. As the amazon made her exit her misleadingly powerful droid began to orbit around the demon.
"Temporary change of ownership acknowledged; welcome, Horned Guest. Filming will begin now."
OOC: Alright. Make a bit of a post here, make it as long or as short as you want. Go into detail about how you take candy from a baby. Feel free to use any loopholes or whatever tactics you can think of, just stick to Noxa's rules and everything will be fine! Feel free to PM me for any questions regarding this one.
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Post by Mammon on Dec 27, 2016 12:13:43 GMT
He enjoyed the discomfort the smoke caused, it was why he purchased the most greasy sticky cigarettes around and that were in all due reality little more than a mixed assortment of tar and stuff when you lit made a 'woomf' sound. It scratched at the throat and clawed at the eyes, and it put people on the edge and it only took a push for them to fall, or so he thought. "You must forgive me, I forget not everyone smokes." he slid the stick back into its case.
"Don't take it amiss, you lost as soon as you challenged me to the game." he didn't say it like a boast and that was rare for the demon, he said it like a fact. "My kind are quite adept at games of chance, besides if I lost I would've had to have granted you three wishes." and to emphasis this he raised three finger's and waggled them. "One for folly, one for rapture, and the final one to undo them."
"I am humbled by how much you think of me, neither smart nor strong." he tisked rolling his eye's in humour to say he thought a lot higher about himself. "Consequences." he said the word as one might an alien who had never heard of the concept of right and wrong, in reply to the mission and the threat of denial or death he flicked his pointer finger towards his horns that said without speaking 'I'm a demon, of course'. "It'll be like taking candy from a baby. Literally."
He stood and regarded the robot, well that wouldn't be entirely correct he regarded it like a man suspicious of it, like it owed him money. "Serf." he didn't understand technology, things that talked back were to him small spirits enslaved in metal to do someones bidding, so he stood and began to walk away with the possessed phone. "Creature relay information to me about your master, what is she?" The demon was a stickler for words and temporary ownership encompassed everything, or he hoped it did. And he didn't think it would be too amiss to snoop after all if one was too dumb to guard their secrets they got what they deserved. "And tell me of all her holdings, her assets."
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The thing about stealing candy from a baby was it was more harder than people thought, name the last time you saw a baby sucking on candy, they don't cause they're a choking hazard and it was cold. So Mammon, was just set with the task of finding the impossible, the holy grail of villainy. "I'm a demon not a movie cliche." he said more to himself, he began the search on the street, the store fronts and had found teens of every kind and if he had been sent out to steal the laptop from the millennial he would've been fine.
It was getting laaate, and this search for the golden child was started to get on his nerves. "God it would be easier to steal the innocence from a nun." he grumbled beginning to pace. "I mean I've been all over this town, from up to bottom." He grumbled and moaned, cursed and paced until he turned to face. "That's it my pint sized friend." he regarded the bot. "If I can't find one, I'll make one." So he took off down the street in a sprint, well he swaggered really fast. And he stopped in front of a candy store opened the door and slammed bills onto the counter. "Your largest cartoonishly sized lollipop."
The search came down from a one in a million to a more manageable one in a hundred, so he stalked the park like a lion, well a lion with horns and a big lollipop. He found it a baby in a stroller and a mother growing older, he sauntered up to them and put on his best smile which he must've got a discount at the smile factory. He crept up and while the women was looking else where, day dreaming? He stuck the lollipop in the child's hand. He waited a moment for the child to grip it and pulled it back cruelly in full display of the phone. "Done." and before the lady could turn to see a demon give and than take candy from her child he had faded into the tree line. "You're actually lucky." he spoke out loud to the phone. "I could've plucked out her eyes, and she would've seen nothing. And I would've been within my limits." He said in a casual off handed tone not used often to describe possible maimings.
He returned to the home of a one Noxa, wrapped on the door and held out the lollipop. "And I have returnth."
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Post by Deleted on Jan 2, 2017 22:22:10 GMT
Noxa’s ‘home’ was, in fact, her shop. Mammon’s arrival would be greeted by a half-closed metal shutter. At his knocking, a few hints of red poked up from the bottom of the ‘door’ before the entire thing was swiftly pushed up.
A blast of warmth rushed out to meet Mammon; between Noxa’s ki and the natural heating of this place — which, given the desert-like temperature that he was greeted with, was likely to be in the triple digits. The shop itself was nothing but an empty garage that had been given a good polish. A large desk sat towards the back, with stairs leading to the second floor not far to its side. A computer and a stack of papers were clearly visible — presumably where she got all of her work done.
“Come in!” Came the woman’s voice; she had dressed down from their encounter at the park. Now, in the heat of her home, Noxa was only clad in the same metallic carapace as her base form. Some would refer to this ‘armored’ state as ‘skimpy’, but anyone who appreciated mobility and a good breeze would call it ‘convenient’.
The demon was given a choice between the artic-like temperatures of the winter-bound city, or the inferno that was the woman’s home.
Seeing the big, cartoonish lollipop the Bio Android’s eyes widened, glistening like a child’s on Christmas morning. The same strands of red that had opened the shop’s entrance then curled around the base of the treat, attempting to swipe them from the demon. Should her retrieval be successful Noxa would come to instantly take a heaping chunk of the ‘pop instead of licking it down as it was meant to be.
Should Mammon come in or not, the woman would move out to evaluate the recording of his work. Although she wasn’t entirely happy, something told her that the nature of this exercise wouldn’t have been much different. Even if the demon had been able to find the needle in the haystack, something told Noxa that morality wasn’t something that’d hold him back from doing the job assigned to him — especially considering the eye gouging comment he made to the Collar Bot.
The Bio Android wasn’t shy about voicing her optimism in regards to the Demon’s position in the tryouts. “I’m really impressed!” Noxa admitted, “I still think you were a bit of a dick in suing a loophole, but that’s really on me for having left one open; you did a good job.”
“Of course, there is only one final task for you.” The woman resumed, speaking every so often with a mouth full of dissolving sweets. Between crunching and slurping more words came to the demon, “We’re going to have to do a bit of flying, but it should be the fastest of the challenges so far.”
There was a lot of vagueness about the third challenge, but with a pat on the back and the offering of a soda can the Demon was sent out to a shipping yard in the coast of East Capitol. Noxa told him to go to where they “stacked the big ol’ metal boxes”, assuring him that by the time he arrived she’d be there to greet him.
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Post by Mammon on Jan 3, 2017 20:46:43 GMT
From the blizzard to the sauna he felt like he needed a towel or something, oh don't get him wrong he's no fan of being a demonsicle but he liked the heat less, perspiration broke out on his face and beaded his face in slick droplets of sweat. "God, you need an aircon or at least a fan."
He looked out at the carapace clad vixen he didn't blush and colour simply just didn't touch his cheek's, honestly demons revelled in debauchery and debase acts of violence and passion this was nothing new he just stared more intensely at the bio-warrior, his eye's glowed with unseen light firey windows into hellish landscapes unseen, a forked tongue slid out from his mouth and licked his lip's leaving a thin line of saliva where it touched. "Ravishing."
He moved into the apartment and jumped into the computer chair spinning around and around on it like a spinning top, until after the fifth turn of the axis he faced Noxa, again. "Loophole." he pointed towards his horns with an out raised finger that said in the simple gesture 'demon remember'. "Did a good job, 'good' isn't a word I'd use to describe it." he stood and stretched rolling his shoulder's and moving himself on the spot with belligerent attitude of someone who had to practice at it.
"Very well fearless leader, I'll see you there." he left the apartment and as he got to the street he jumped up and down on the spot three times before launching himself in the air, he moved at a lazy speed of someone not too bothered about making good time. He landed at the shipping yard and looked out at the paved lot of cargo containers and ships, and the occasional labourer going about their buisness. "Now I play the waiting game."
@noxa
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Post by Etoru on Jan 23, 2017 17:40:52 GMT
8,108(Gains) + 50,573(Old Zeni) = 58,681 noxa
4136(gains) + 24,883(old pl) = 29,019 Mammon.
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