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Mar 25, 2018 21:57:24 GMT
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Post by pieceofmind on Mar 25, 2018 21:57:24 GMT
Alex Marshall
Interest, that was it? There was bound to be a better explanation that just an one-worded answer, so she hoped at least because this wasn’t clearing things up. It only left her with more confusion, interest is a simple thing but it has multiple outcomes and she wouldn’t know which one to pick for him. So when he explained more, she listened close and nodded along slightly to show that she was actually listening. “Like a mantra, huh? That’s some weird shit,” she spoke as she sighed out and leaned against the other side of the bar with her bum, crossing her arms after picking her beer up and taking a good sip. When he spoke again it only became more of a confusing mess, but at the same time it became clearer. She looked around the place, picking the loose skin from her lip with her long nails, precisely filed to become claws painted with black. A small chuckle left her lips at the thought of angels coming over to save the day. “There are only two angels I believe in to be true, that’s my deceased mother and deceased girlfriend,” she answered honestly, looking back at him. “I never was one to follow the hand of God because that’d somehow be an explanation for the Hell I was born and raised in. It’d justify it and those things aren’t to be justified. So I was quick to follow the way down, if ya catch my drift,” she explained and sighed out softly, chuckling softly again. “But the way you are putting this shit together is making it sound like I’m talking to the Devil himself,” she then spoke up, making heads from demons perk up and turn, glances being thrown that were both cautious and aknowledging. Her eyes moved around, the bottle to her lips before throwing the whole thing back down her throat and placing the bottle next to her on the counter. “You’ve got to be fuckin’ kidding me, fuck,” she then whispered and laughed softly in disbelief, gathering herself together quickly and rubbing her temples, nodding to his following words as she sighed again through her nose. Sure, it had become clear to her that she had summoned some kind of demon, why else would he be here? Angels surely wouldn’t be ones to be helpful. She rubbed her face and nodded, standing up straight again. “Alright, fair enough. Let’s make a deal then, I told you I’d sell my soul and I don’t think you or any demon for that matter would take less,” she spoke, leaning against the counter on his side again with her arms. “I ain’t got much else to offer, I got money on a bank account from a heritage and my savings, but what would you need with all that money?” She rested her face in her hand, sighing out softly as she thought about something. What was tempting for her? She could make a great deal right now and all she had to give him was her soul on the day she died, nothing she couldn’t take. Nothing she wouldn’t do. But what was it that she wanted? She had a good home, her jobs and her pets, what else would she want? It took a moment before it finally clicked, making her nod and look up to him. “I’ll sell you my soul the moment my body passes, under any and every death circumstance. In return, I want an allie,” she thought her words through and shook her head. “Nah, not an allie, I want company. Not all the time, suit yourself, but I need someone to have my back and pull my out my dumb ass moments and I can’t rely on anyone I know for that. So I want you to be that person, without questioning. Basically, I am asking for unconditional loyalty.” She spoke, looking up to him with her eyes whilst her voice remained fairly soft. “I ain’t some dumb ass human tryna have revenge or fortune or whatever, I gotta good life and I can keep myself outta trouble or make sure that trouble goes away just fine. Unless it are some overpowered goddamn know it alls that wanna take it up against a mere human, of course. Also, this deal, I want it on paper, every detail. It’s not that I think you’ll find some loophole, I don’t give a crap if you do, I just need a reminder to myself. I’m bound to forget shit and if anything were to happen down along the road that would cause even more memory-loss, I want to have it on black and white so I know what I got myself into,” she spoke, tapping her nails onto the counter to truly mark how serious she was about the paperwork. She knew how her mind could get and it was bad, which was why she liked to remain forever under influence, just enough to take off the edges, because otherwise she wouldn’t be able to function. She had the SSRI pills, the SNRI pills, the heavy sleeping pills, the straight up illegal drugs, basically anything that could keep her grounded, she had it. She didn’t use it all however. Just the prescribed medicine, perhaps some leaves from the devil, as many called it, and a strong drink at hand any time. But for some reason it was a comforting thought to have enough locked away in her house to either overdose or go to jail for 40 years for. Her gaze stayed locked on him, wanting to know his answer and also taking in the man that was actually the Devil himself, a sight not many got to see in their mortal years.
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Mar 26, 2018 9:29:06 GMT
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Post by Sara Gather on Mar 26, 2018 9:29:06 GMT
Jonathan
he looked at her when she spoke frowning slightly as she said that the only angels she believed in were her mother and girlfriend. "I'm sorry for your previous losses," he said to her. He learned more from her this way, and that was very useful for him to understand her better and to know how to continue dealing with her if they came to a fitting contract. He heard her comment about him making it sound like he was the devil himself, and he couldn't help but smirk as some demons turned their heads and gave her confirmation that what she had said herself was actually true. "The one and only," he said with a charming smile as realisation hit her. "Not that it makes much of a difference," he said with a soft chuckle. It wasn't like he was going to change into a different person now that she knew he was the devil. He nodded calmly to her words about her soul she would be wanting to sell to him, or otherwise her money, but he sure had no use for her money. "you need your own money to keep on living a pretty normal life, I wouldn't want to let you end on the street." he spoke as he stretched his arms out, feeling a slow ache seeping into his muscles and the wound in his side. When she finally spoke her thoughts about what she wanted from the contract he tilted his head in surprise. "that's a first." he said as she was done making demands, letting a paper appear and put all the demands on it, giving it to her so she could read it to see if he hadn't missed a thing. "so you just want me to keep you from doing very much stupid things," he asked her once again to be sure he had heard it right. he just had to accompany her every now and then, making her think about doing stupid things, making her remind stuff. it didn't sound to bad, it gave him a reason to learn more about her. As long as he could find time to accompany her in his schedules, but he will follow up the contract as she wished
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Mar 26, 2018 11:54:49 GMT
Post by pieceofmind on Mar 26, 2018 11:54:49 GMT
Alex Marshall
The devil apologizing for the loss of her mother and girlfriend surely was something she never expected, but if anything she expected it more from him rather than the other side. They probably tried to justify why they took their lives in such gruesome ways, it almost made her smile. Life surely was messed up, she had noticed that much and she knew she wasn't the only one with problems. And for the most part she could deal perfectly fine with her problems, getting help from others was something she barely asked for, especially when it came to targetting someone other than herself. But to fight with herself and keep herself out of trouble was a whole different task and since she had made the promise to just live as best as she could, she needed someone to help make that happen. As much as that idea annoyed her, it did comfort her too that she had now got the help she needed and that in a way that couldn't be broken up. "The streets are a familiar thing for me, Jona, don't you worry about that," she spoke calmly as she grabbed the papers that appeared and started reading it through. "Basically. Just stop me from making fatal decisions for myself or kick my ass if I am stupid enough to start dealing again, that kinda shit," she spoke, turning the page calmly as her shoulders shrugged at the way she had spoken. "I make impulses I easily could or will regret and that will set me back into not doing anything for a while and that's something we can't have. I'm supposed to go to work, take care of this place, got my dog and the cat at home.. Basically I have to be functioning in order to do what society demands from me," she sighed out softly and searched for a pen, not that something would appear here soon since everything was blown away. She walked over to her bag and picked it up, tossing it onto the counter and searching through it to find a pen, eventually finding it and spinning it between her fingers before reading the last few lines again. "When you come from where I come from, you either want all seven sins at once or you just want to live the best, most normal life you can," she eventually mentioned, since she had caught up that it was a first time for him to have someone mention the things she wanted. Not entirely a surprise to her, when someone spoke of a deal with a demon or the devil they would always brag about fortune or greed, perhaps lust or just wanting to be remembered as a high status celebrity, silly things in her eyes. You worked for those things, the rest, the things mostly out of your league, that was what you should ask for. So either they didn't work hard enough or were lazy, but she had always learned that being lazy was never an option. "I just hope you don't underestimate how busy this can get," she finally spoke before signing the contract, placing the pen down again as she looked up to him. "Hence why I said that I will agree under any and every death circumstance, if you'd ever get too bored or annoyed, a little accident would be all it takes and my soul will be all yours."
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Apr 5, 2018 19:34:30 GMT
Post by Sara Gather on Apr 5, 2018 19:34:30 GMT
Jonathan
He observed her as she was taking in the contract and looked around slightly since the people around were trying to mind their own business again and not get involved in what was actually happening. A lot of thoughts were flooding through everyone's mind, why she would do this, if he was to be trusted and wouldn't just immediately snap her neck when she finally signed. Of course he wasn't to be trusted, not for a few people at least, you would never hear God or any angel speak a good word about him. Just because the holy people didn't like his guts that everyone despised him. Of course their believes would go to a red mystical creature in the pits of hell where everything burned and it was filled with the stench of rotten corpses and damned souls. If only they knew he could take on multiple forms if he wanted to. He was comfortable with his human form and if he wasn't walking around in that form he would be in his wolf form which he frequently used to get away from his work for a bit if it annoyed the hell out of him or he wasn't into working at that moment. Not that he had much choice but do everything that was expected from him. This also was a fun distraction of what had to be done down there. If they needed him they should come and get him, and he knew they weren't gonna do that because he already had made clear he wasn't to be interrupted when he was busy with something. He snapped out of his daze when he heard her talk and looked at her with wide eyes for a few seconds before his expression relaxed and her words sunk in. "Hmm," he nodded calmly and rested his head on his hand, his elbow on the bar as he looked at how she went through the whole contract. "I like your way of thinking, enough people would just let their life go to shit when their life started in shit to begin with. This is a nice change for me too. And you're the first one in the years of my existence that gives me this wish in exchange for their soul. I've known a lot of people asking for wealth, enjoying it the first months to years, to eventually kill themselves because they don't know what to do anymore. Hardly coming outside, no people around them anymore, loneliness strikes fast. You even let me choose when I get your soul, they didn't, but luckily I never had to wait long." He said as he recalled his previous contracts. This was one of the most creative wishes he had, and he wasn't planning on making it short lived. "At least I'll have an excuse to get away from my other duties then, I always make time for contracts, and I don't break any of them. So don't worry, when you need me, I'll be there. Due to the contract everything you'll be doing is going to be registered in my mind though, I'll only pay attention to the important things though, I don't need my mind flooding with how you are feeding or petting your dog and cat." He spoke, his eyes flashing yellow the moment she had signed the contract. He shoved the contract more towards her and looked her in the eye. "You can have that one, I'm not one to forget what I've contracted, so keep it as your reminder. I do not think I will rid of you so easily, you interested me after all, and my interest can last for a long time even when it's not interesting at that certain moment. We just need to talk more about how you exactly want to do this and if you really are in need of me and I'm not coming immediately what you're gonna say or do to make me come right that instant." he said as he straightened his back a bit, looking at the wound in his side that was slowly healing up. He'd be fully healed by the end of the day probably, though he will be sore for a few more days after that, it was damaged muscle tissue after all and especially in his human form it tended to take longer to heal. "And I might stop by unexpectedly. As I said, I will use you as an excuse to get away from dealing with followers who aren't obeying my rules. They can rot a few days in a cell before they'll be killed anyway." He said and tilted his head slightly. "So please let us talk about the details."
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Apr 10, 2018 18:11:03 GMT
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Post by pieceofmind on Apr 10, 2018 18:11:03 GMT
Alex Marshall
She awaited his answer, what he’d do and say, his entire reaction. Though, it wasn’t like she felt nervous. On the contrary, she actually felt calm about this and was utterly serious. Something the creatures around them couldn’t understand. Why sign a contract with the devil when she had them? But that was the thing, despite them having her back, she didn’t trust them completely. And by signing this contract with the exact things she wanted, she could ensure her own safety. Whether she needed help during a psychotic episode or if she truly couldn’t get out of a supernatural fight like before, things like that was why she needed Jonathan, someone to be sure she could count on because he literally was under contract now as her bodyguard. That was basically it, she needed a bodyguard to mostly save her and keep her safe from herself. She looked up when he spoke and hummed softly to his words. “You have to work for wealth in order to deserve it and feel fulfilled by it, even then people keep working hard because easy money isn’t their thing. It shouldn’t be either, otherwise jobs would be useless and everyone was a multimilionaire.” She answered to what he said, looking around for a moment after to see what was happening with the people in the bar. Surely things wouldn’t go on normally tonight, they had to clean the rest up and restore everything, which still was gonna be drama in her eyes. She could’ve easily asked him for that, but that’d be too easy. “I guess those contracts are fun little things for in between the ones thay truly spark your interest. Either way, I wouldn’t want you lurking constantly either. I mean, some privacy would still be madly appreciated. But that you don’t wanna see me feed my pets, how dare you.” She snorted sarcastically, nodding as she packed the papers into her bag and placed it over her shoulder. “Then let’s go in the back, we can talk privately there without them hearing us. As much as I like these guys, I don’t need them to hear all my shit,” she agreed, looking over to one of the werewolves. “Joe, keep an eye around and clean those tables up dude, I ain’t your homie just so ya can sit around my bar and do jackshit,” she threw a cloth at him, hitting him in the back of his head with a groan. “Got it,” the wolfboy answered, making her sigh softly and nod. “Alright, come with me,” she mentioned him over with her hand as she walked out from behind the bar and opened a metal door that lead to the big kitchen, designed for cooking in restaurants, but tucked into a room of the building for a bar. With the dishes they had to make it was easier to have a chef’s kitchen, especially when it came to cleaning everything up. She held the door open by leaning against it and waiting for him to walk through. The metal was reinforced, so the door was heavy and it looked that way as well. But that was the look of the entire kitchen, except for the walls and floors what were white and tiled. Inside those walls was another layer of metal plates, however. Again to block out any people who wanted to eavesdrop. The owner knew what he was doing, that was for sure. She appreciated it too, because she again liked her privacy more than anything.
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Apr 11, 2018 6:22:34 GMT
Post by Sara Gather on Apr 11, 2018 6:22:34 GMT
Jonathan
She was right about not trusting others with her life, other than him right now. People could do weird things, and not everyone always cared as much as they showed to others. And he was sure that if he hadn’t stepped in there had been a lot more losses than a few stools and tables earlier. Those guys had been strong, and he was still quite surprised the last guy had made an attempt to counter him, which had worked by stabbing the wood into his skin. Not that it had been effective, far from, but he had tried at least and that had surprised him in the slightest bit. He looked back up at her when she reacted to his words and chuckled lowly. “I don’t think you’ll be hearing a lot of people complaining about making easy money and being a multimillionaire without having to do shit, but I get your point.” He said calmly and rested his head on his hand again on the bar, looking expectantly at her to make a smart remark or anything really. “Hmm, those contracts give me an easy soul to win, that’s the biggest fun I have in those, I can’t deny a contract after all, that would be rude if they are willing to put their souls out for it. Me declining them would mean their souls aren’t worth shit, which mostly is true, but I’ll take it anyway. I’ve got a pet of my own I need to groom and feed, so I don’t need yours in my vision within that,” he said, tilting his head slightly. When she said to take privately he nodded calmly and stood up from the bar stool and stretched out fully, feeling a dull ache in his back and side, nothing that wouldn’t go away. He looked over at the guy she adressed, looking him up for a bit before turning back towards Alex and following her where she wanted to talk. He was pleasantly surprised about the kitchen he now found himself in when he passed by the door she held open, looking around for a bit and smiling to himself. “Nice place your boss got, I like it,” he said as he once again returned his attention to her and smirked. “So, tell me what you had in mind. I can make nearly anything work. I could even be a dog if you preferred me as one for the times I’m with you rather than my human form.” He calmly told her, he never suggested things like that, since he never saw it fitting, but I could be interesting to silently observe people without them knowing they were being observed by more than just a dog’s brain, it’d give a big advantage if people tried to assault her or harm her in any way possible, thinking she was only accompanied by dogs, man would they be wrong. Not to mention her dog already was a dog some people would run away from, he just felt to need to cuddle him, any dog if he sees one. If he had time to spare he would either be walking through the forest in his wolf form or be at his place with his dog, or a combination of the two. He doubted he would have time to spare after this contract though, he didn’t have much to begin with, but now it shortened even more but he wasn’t mad about it at all.
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Apr 11, 2018 9:58:22 GMT
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Post by pieceofmind on Apr 11, 2018 9:58:22 GMT
Alex Marshall
She closed the door behind them and placed her bag on the big kitchen counter, jumping onto it to take a seat again. Underneath her was a small fridge for easy storage of their spare drinks and alcohol, so she opened that door with her foot and took out a bottle of bourbon, closing the door again with that same foot. They still had a back room where they actually stored all stock, but the owner liked things to be easily accessible so whenever things ran empty in the fridges, he’d fill those up so they didn’t have to walk all the way back. She opened the bottle and looked around to find a spare glass, but couldn’t find one so she just took a sip from the bottle instead. The owner wouldn’t mind, he was the one that thought her to do this after all. “He takes pride in what he has created here for sure. He’s also keen on keeping things private so that explains all the reinforced metal in the walls and door. Apparently that’s some sort of signal jammer for you folks,” she raised an eyebrow at her own words and took a sip again. “I guess it’s kinda like a GPS or Wi-Fi signal, sonic waves or whatever. Or like dog’s hearing but stopped because it’s isolated. I’ve noticed that it depends on the creature,” she elaborated. She had to take a moment to really figure out how to explain what she wanted from him. She did know what she want, but to put it to actual words was a different thing because she felt like she had to explain some of her issues with it too and despite the contract now, she still struggled with opening up. A sigh left her lips and she took a few big gulps of the bourbon, something to help loosen her up, so to say. “A dog, huh? I’d have Satan on a leash,” she chuckled quietly and put the bottle next to her, crossing her legs and leaning back against the wall. “I do think that it could come in handy, but I can’t think of an immediate situation that I’d need you to be like.. A dog,” she tilted her head slightly, trying to come up with a situation that it could work in but gave up again after a few seconds, leaning forward again and uncrossing her legs, placing her hand between her legs on the counter. “Thing is, I feel like I’ll have to explain some things before it makes sense why I need a helping hand. Which is cool, I guess, just don’t even dare to think I can’t handle shit. I can handle practically everything and I have thusfar. But I could fucking use a bit of help to ease shit up because it’s getting a bit too heavy for my liking,” she sighed and looked up to him. “Pretty easy to guess that life hasn’t been easy, right? I’ll give you the big guidelines so you can understand why I’m fucked up, which most likely helps you in doing what the contract says. Basically, I have been born and raised in the hood, I’m a mixed child so it’s not like I’m some white kid tryna be tough. I grew up in the hood, did the things every ratchet ass teen there would do and got into the trouble anyone there would. Especially for my looks. I wasn’t blessed with the dark skin my sibling has been blessed with so it’s hard to think I’m half black,” she chuckled softly and took a sip from the bottle again. “Anyway, that brought some trouble too, so I strayed a lot in my early years. Lost my mom when I was ten, don’t know my bastard father and never did. I grew up early and traumatised, lost, scared shitless. Folks there take advantage of it, any asshole would. Either way, straightened myself out and went to the army after also losing my sister. She’s alive, I think. She just left me when she was seventeen, I was fourteen. Anyway, I speeded through training and got sent off premature, my captain was a dirty motherfucker. Got into a heavy warzone and I came back early because we had been set up into an ambush, almost lost my fucking leg due that one.” She laughed softly and ran a hand through her hair, taking a moment for herself to let the feelings and memories die down again. “Hmm.. Let’s see. I moved to Paris after recovering. Almost didn’t make that either, the fuckin’ plane crashed,” she laughed again, it had a morbid side to it. Bitter and dark from the bad luck that had gotten into her life that she just played off as jokes now. “I was one of the six survivors from the entire plane, a fully packaged BOEING 747, crashed right onto the landing course in France. Our engine blew up, without rhyme or reason. They couldn’t figure out why it had happened. Either way, got away from that with fractured ribs, broken collar bone and my newly healed leg broken in three spots again. A concussion and major bloodloss from being empaled by whatever the fuck it was that had broken off in my leg. Finally recovered, got a good life in Paris. Lived nicely, worked around the clock to get by but didn’t hate it. Eventually I met a Russian girl, that became my fiancee later on. We decided to move back to the States, she had some family here too. We lived pretty good until last year. Our house burned down due a short circuit, they said. She died in the fire trying to save our fucking cat. Still got that motherfucking bastard.” Anger flared up, not allowing the sadness to seep through. She still felt hatred towards the cat, despite not having done anything wrong. “Saw the whole thing burn with her inside. And that brings us to where we are now. Some other shit happened but that’s minor to those big things, so not that important. It basically left me with major PTSD, some fuckin’ heavy manic depression and probably some other shit too. I lash out, I black out most of the time. I keep myself intoxicated and heavily medicated to go by. But it doesn’t fix everything magically. When I black out, I don’t know what I’m doing. I dissociate heavily and end up in places I wasn’t to begin with, a lot of the time bleeding. I have times where my entire place is wrecked and I can’t remember a thing. It seems that me dissociating means I get myself in major trouble or cause trouble. I guess it’s rage that isn’t under control anymore. But I also get manic, I get overly happy, I get so excited that I go crazy and start doing the dumbest shit, once again getting myself in trouble. For example, last time I got manic I was just sitting here at the bar, drinking away with some of the guys. I got into such a rush that I left and started causing rucus on the street, picked fights because people didn’t want to be happy like me and then eventually moved on and got onto a roof. Partied on the edge. I almost fell down, got grabbed just in time because I had been followed by the wolves. That snapped me out of it, but usually those episodes last days, so imagine what I could do. PTSD right? It makes me hallucinate heavily. Auditory and visionairy, I hear things and see things that aren’t there, I’m told. But I see them so vividly, I can’t believe that. I see my lost loved ones, I see strangers doing shit they aren’t to me and I attack them. I hear gun shots, I hear mines exploding and I can physically feel my leg almost blowing off again. I can feel all the pain again that was caused in certain memories. I see the blood and I see bullets in my wounds that I need to cut out before they spread or hit an artery. I will literally stab myself to get it out, whilst nothing is there.” She looked down at her legs and wiggled her feet a bit. “I need your help to prevent those things, the endangering others and myself parts. I am still alive so I have to try to live normally and have my shit together. But I absolutely don’t and those fucking psychiatrists don’t know shit. I only go to them every once in a while to stack up on meds. Actually got an appointment again next week. Anyway, I just need you to pull me back, pull me from the edge, make sure I don’t hurt others. I know it’s kinda.. Sappy, I mean the Devil helping someone to not hurt others? But I feel like you don’t just go ahead and hurt the innocent either, or those who seem innocent anyway. I don’t want to do that either. I’m tryna do good but I am held back by my traumas and I know it’s not gonna disappear anytime soon, or maybe ever. I’m plagued by it and I can’t keep it under control as much as I fucking want to. So pull me from the edge, throw the fucking knife outta my hand, snap me out of it. Fucking beat me up if you gotta, people done that before. Just help me, help me be somewhat normal. Be a service dog for all I care, as long as you just straighten me out. I can’t keep mending my own wounds, stitching myself up because I cut myself or tried to take out a bullet. I don’t fuckin’ want to.” A deep sigh left her lips as she ran a hand through her hair to get it out of her face. Her gaze moved up again to face him. She looked serious, almost unbothered by everything she had just said apart from the twitching on the corner of her lips where the scars sat peacefully. “Be a bodyguard or I guess a friend. It sounds so fucking lame but trust me, if I could handle myself I would’ve never asked for this shit in the first place.”
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Apr 11, 2018 21:48:07 GMT
Post by Sara Gather on Apr 11, 2018 21:48:07 GMT
Jonathan
He followed her movements around, it was more out of a habit to watch people he didn’t know too well move around, rather than distrust he felt towards her. He was sure she couldn’t do anything to him at least, not in the state she was in and because she was a human that knew nothing about him in any way possible other than he was the devil and his previous contracts that he had briefly addressed. When she talked about the kitchen how it was supposed to keep creatures out and everything that was inside in, he nodded. He could see how that worked. In a way he felt safer in here than he did anywhere else which was a small miracle as he almost never felt truly safe or relaxed. There were enough demons that thought he wasn’t worth the position he had now, and yet no one has tried to get him off of his throne just yet. Probably because they knew it would be a useless cause. “I see,” he only said to her word about this place and looked around slightly before resting his eyes on her again and leaning against a wall so he didn’t have to stand upright all the time while she would put through her detailed wishes. He let out a low chuckle when she put his example in that way. “Well, you have me on a leash already, maybe not physically but the contract between us is practically the same. It was just meant as an example though, it could be a thing if the situation seems right for it. Just saying I can do just about enough to take care that everything goes as you wish.” He said and tilted his head slightly when he locked their gazes together for a bit. When she started to talk he kept quiet and held his full attention to her so he wouldn’t miss any little hint of emotion escaping from her form. He made a few mental notes when her story continued, making sure he would remember the most important things she was telling like the loss of her mother, the bastard of a father she’d never known, her older sister that had left her alone at age fourteen, not an age that a person was to be alone at. He listened to her story, genuinely interested in what fucked up life she has been leading from the day she had actually been born, not wanting any of this in the first place to happen but you can’t choose where you grew up at young age. The airplane crash that had kept her alive out of more than 350 people, in between the only 6 survivors. Someone really seemed out to get her, and yet she kept on going through it all, strong even though lacking. And then came the talk about the girlfriend she had earlier mentioned she had lost. It shocked him more that the incident had only happened merely a year ago, he thought it went back further, it would’ve probably left a big wound, and yet you wouldn’t say she was doing bad if you looked at her without knowing the slightest bit about her. He noted that a lot of emotions came up in her and she refused to let it weaken her, making him straighten his back against the wall. He didn’t think he had ever met such a strongwilled person as her before. Hell, he’d known people that killed themselves because of a minor set back, and yet Alex has lost almost everything and everyone and she was somehow still alive and kicking. When she came to the point of actually telling what she wanted him to do he moved away from the wall and put his hands into his pockets, looking right at her face to let her know he was listening with more intent right now since it was his job to do what she asked of him right now. “Nothing sappy about it, I’ve done weirder shit than helping you out right now with protecting you from yourselves and the demons you hide unconsciously and consciously. I don’t think innocence I a thing anyone really has ever experienced. I have not once met an innocent person and I look forward to that moment, but I highly doubt that will ever be the case. The only innocence I can count on are animals’ emotions, they are true, people tend to manipulate their feelings so much to make it turn into nothing.” He spoke as he moved closer to her, just a bit as he had lowered his voice. He knew people wouldn’t just be eavesdropping, and even if they did they wouldn’t hear much as this room was really well build to prevent that, but even so he wanted to be sure this was all kept between them cause it was no one else’s business that he would be serving her for the things she had said to him, that had been put into contract. He noticed the twitch at the corner of her lips, that little thing that gave away she wasn’t as unbothered as she made it out to be at all, but who was he to judge? He was here to help, not make remarks about how she was behaving right now in her right mind. “You can count on me for making sure you won’t do anything stupid to anyone or yourself again. It’s a sealed contract with clear obligations you expect from me, so I will do anything to do what you asked me to do.” He said calmly as he watched her from about a two meter distance. “The situations I will put myself in will depend on how your reaction to any of them is or will be. I will be a friend in situations, another situations might call for more of a bodyguard approach, but that I will figure out once I get into a situation you called out will happen.” He said as he nodded slightly after his words and relaxed more in his stance again. This day had just become more tiring than he had imagined it would be, but with that also ten times more interesting.
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Apr 11, 2018 22:14:38 GMT
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Post by pieceofmind on Apr 11, 2018 22:14:38 GMT
Alex Marshall
She hummed softly to his words, in response and to notify that she was listening clearly to what he was saying. For what clear was for her, heavy medication and alcohol didn’t mix well, but this wasn’t her first rodeo and she definitely knew what she was doing. “As I wish? Man, that’s a first. Don’t expect me to come with straight answers, I barely know what I want or need,” she laughed it off softly again and took a few gulps again, downing the emotion that had welled up with the alcohol that burned down her throat. Though it did intrigue her that she practically did hold him on a leash now that they had a contract, signed and well. Not so she could take advantage of it, but more of genuine interest. This was new to her and she still knew very little about all the creatures that existed, but just enough about the ones she encountered to know how to deal with them and therefore keep herself alive. At least to an extent. “I truly wonder what you’d consider weird, I’d figure you’ve seen it all. Please just don’t tell me you’ve been someone’s sex toy or whatever. That is an image I’d like to keep out of my mind,” she spoke, trying to lighten the air that suddenly had seemed to have gotten so thick that it made it difficult to breathe. She inhaled deeply and let out a sigh, rubbing her forehead. It probably was the talk about what had happened to her, telling her sad story once again to figure out what could help her. It still brought up crazy amounts of emotion, she never had been able to resolve her trauma because one thing would keep flooding in after another. There were many things still left untold, things she deemed minor because that was what her psychiatrists had told her. Out of all the things she had told, her highlights were what they said were most traumatizing, or so it seemed. But the catch was that more things were, she had experienced far more in her just over two decades of walking the surface of the Earth. And yet she was still standing strong, miraciously, many had fallen before her. Crushed under the weight their traumas pressed upon their chests. And she could definitely understand why, but as much as the universe was out to kill her, it seemed, it also was as keen on keeping her alive. The many attempts of ending her life herself, the events that should have killed her but didn’t, it all seemed unfair in her eyes. She got to live with the traumas, saddled up with what she never asked for whilst people, families, lost their loved ones because of a plane crash, or because of an ambush. It was hard to live with, the blood on her hands that she never even asked for, never even caused to be there. Her fellow soldiers, the passengers, her family and lover, they were all on there and she swore she saw the blood on her hands for the moment her gaze dropped over her slim fingers and small palms. She zoomed back in reality when her eyes moved back to him, trying to remember what he had said. Yet he was still talking, so she listened closely. Meanwhile realizing she snapped out of it for a mere second or two, no more. That was her ringer to start finishing things up, or else he’d immediately have to get to work and that she wanted to spare him from as long as possible. Today had been busy, heavy and extremely triggering. Especially the bar fight, it brought her back to her army days, getting ambushed out of nowhere too. Not being able to fight back and begging for help. And now she had it, that was good. So all she had to do was to focus on her helper. She had to focus. It was hard to focus, but she caught up. A small smirk appeared on her lips with his words. “I’m definitely one of those to make their emotions disappear into nothing,” she raised her hand for a moment and put the bottle to her lips with the other. When had he walked closer? She had to keep better track, mentally punching herself for not paying better attention. “Yeah. Thanks,” she mumbled when he said she could count on him, nodding slightly and looking at the bottle before taking more gulps and then finally closing the bottle up, leaving it half empty. “Is there anything you want to cover? Any rules to this contract you left out or like you spoke earlier about needing something as an alarm when you’re busy? Like if I need help but you aren’t there in time, right?”
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Apr 24, 2018 19:34:25 GMT
Post by Sara Gather on Apr 24, 2018 19:34:25 GMT
Jonathan
He looked up at her when she laughed his words off, making him smirk ever so lightly at it. “As long as you are somewhat clear on your commands it’ll be fine, and if you don’t know what you want I can always snoop around as I please anyway. Though I don’t really like nosing around one’s mind too much, I tend to mess up things when I get to do so freely.” He said with a soft chuckle as he recalled his earlier contracts when he didn’t know what he was working with and had to figure it out himself. He could fuck up people’s mind really easy if he wanted to, and when the people he had a contract with fucked him over too much, he was pleased to use that to his advantage. People should know better than to abuse his power all the time and too often. When she talked again he tilted his head slightly and let go of a deep throated chuckle. “I won’t tell you then to keep you from having visual images you don’t want,” he said, being pleased to let the thick air around them disappear just a bit since it was even a struggle for him to catch a breath with the emotion that had lied into all her words and her whole story. Sure he was the devil, didn’t mean he couldn’t feel emotion or place himself in people’s shoes. He’s seen a lot of shit himself and he could easily understand that there were normal humans that went through shit too. “You know what I wonder? If you have a guardian angel that is just eager to keep you alive or is toying you around for their own joy. But I don’t smell or sense anything around you, and that also makes you interesting. You could throw it off to bad luck or destiny that you get all of this shit over you, but I don’t usually believe in coincidence or very bad luck. That’s one guardian angel with a terrible sense of humor though if it is.” He then said as he recalled her whole story again in his head for a bit. He couldn’t think of a normal explanation to what had happened to her that didn’t involve the creatures that lurked on this world, hidden from humans. It would make more sense that a demon toyed with her, but he couldn’t sense anything off of her, and he was sure he would at least feel something of her being toyed around. Or the person that had toyed around was just that good at hiding him or herself that even he couldn’t sense it. He squinted his eyes slightly at her when she seemed to zone out for just a moment there, frowning afterwards. “I don’t usually like being ignored or people zooming out while I talk, but since it’s you I understand and will let that aside. You have a lot of shit to recover from, so I won’t take it personally,” he said, his first tones dead serious and void of emotion, but towards the end of the sentence, his voice brightened a bit again and didn’t feel as cold anymore. He chuckled when she raised her hand, being guilty at hiding away her feelings and making them disappear. “I figured, though it still feels heavy around you. Rather than making it disappear you cut them up and leave them hanging around in small particles,” he said and looked at the time, sighing as he probably had to go back soon to see if that one guy has already tried to kill himself to not live with the guilt of being kept alive while his ‘friends’ were dead. “I think I covered all the rules I wanted to cover, it’s up to you how you call me or make me know that I am needed. It can be a command, my name being spoken, a plea, some codeword or sentence, anything you’re comfortable with, as long as I know that I’m wanted and can pay attention to it when I’m busy with other things. I’m sure I’ll be with you at least three times a week, depending on the time I have to spare in my fulltime job at being an asshole to people,” he said with a chuckle and shrugged, crossing his arms over his chest as he looked at her. “Of course I’ll keep an eye on you for doing stupid things, but it might ease my work just a bit if you give me a sign to know I’m needed at certain points in your life,”
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Apr 24, 2018 20:29:16 GMT
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Post by pieceofmind on Apr 24, 2018 20:29:16 GMT
Alex Marshall
She looked up slightly at his words in surprise, before her face turned serious again and she raised an eyebrow. “My dude, my mind already is so heavily fucked up that the moment you go ahead and tweak something I’ll probably go on a spontaneous homicidal spree” she spoke with a soft laugh lingering at the end of her sentence, visioning the sight of the masacre already. Her face pulled away with disgust when his voice filled the void again, making her shake her head. “Putting it that way already gave me ideas. That’s gross dude,” she laughed again and shook her head some more, jumping from the counter to stand up straight on the floor again and stretch out her tired and aching limbs. She was busy trying to crack her spine when he spoke up again and caught her attention quite quickly with what he was saying. “Honestly that’s a sad case of bad luck if it ain’t some motherfucker toying with me. But if it fucking is you best figure it out and leave them to me because I will have a lot to fucking say to them. Either it’s world’s poorest guardian angel or some sad figure of a demon. Either way it’s sick as fuck and I would love to give them a piece of cake,” she spoke with utter hatred laced on her split tongue, ready to spit venom at any time if only she could. She snorted and fixed her hair, shaking her head once again. “Sick, sad, twisted piece of shit that’d be,” she mumbled on about the person that perhaps could be causing all this misery upon her. When his voice turned devoid of emotions, you’d almost say she got a chill sent down her spine. If only she knew better than to let someone’s lack of emotions influence her. It made her turn just as bitter instead. “Let’s get one thing straight really quick. Either you learn to zip your mouth about such things or we will have a problem. I’m at least putting some goddamn effort into trying to still pay attention. So either your sorry ass puts up with that or you can go scramble. I’m doing my best, bud and it’s greatly appreciated that you understand because it’s me. But don’t go on a pity party either. I’m doing what I can, if you see me zone out, don’t give me shit for it and just bring me back. I’d much rather talk to you than seeing everyone’s blood on my hands, okay?” She sighed and looked down at her hands again that were now clean of blood, rubbing them on her jeans after as she nodded slightly. “Unfortunately I don’t have some switch to just turn off my humanity like those vampire studs do. But I’m working on it. Not being a vampire, I already got my fangs. Look, ah, I’ll come back on some code word tomorrow. I need to think straight for that and I do anything but that right now. I have some options in mind already but I need to come up with something that works for any tight situation I might get in. Something that won’t immediately alarm others of your presence too, should I get into that kind of trouble.” She uttered, mumbling towards the end of her words because she was thinking through her options of code words she already had come up with. His name would be easiest, but most obvious for creatures too. She’d figure it out on her own, right now she just wanted to go home despite having to still finish up the bar. She placed the spare bar key from her key set on the counter and texted one of the werewolves that closed the place more often for her. After that she opened the door to let her trusty companion Mack into the kitchen, so that she could take the back door to leave the place. “Let’s just go our separate ways for now. I got the contract, I’ll talk to you tomorrow, a’ight? I’ll call you by name when I got a moment, I work a late shift tomorrow so I should have the morning off.”
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May 17, 2018 22:19:16 GMT
Post by pieceofmind on May 17, 2018 22:19:16 GMT
Alex Marshall
The next morning she awoke early once again, just to keep a rhythm going before she'd lose track of time or oversleep. Anything to keep as much order in her life as possible, which seemed to work for the most part. But then she had nights like the last where even in her dreams the actions of the day would haunt her and she'd wake up screaming every hour, drenched in sweat. So she was awake early, extra early in fact. Five in the morning and she had completely given up on sleeping any further. It was too much and it was exhausting her more than doing any good. She felt on edge, even in the shower when she tried to clean off the sweat and the blood, all the blood, there was so much blood and she kept on scrubbing but it wouldn't come off. It had her hissing and cursing, crying and moaning in pain because of the burning sensation on her skin from scrubbing it so heavily. After half an hour it was enough, Mack was clawing and scratching at the door until he finally gave up his patience and opened the door by the rope on the knob, running into the bathroom and barking loud to get her to snap out of it. She silently left the bathroom, a towel around her torso and the parts of skin exposed flaming red, some even slightly bloody from actually scrubbing so hard with the raw side of the sponge. She whimpered slightly, her head pounding with a newly found headache. It took a moment, she had to sit down and Mack had to console her before she could finally manage to get herself dressed. It was in good luck that she had a later shift today, otherwise she would have already been late for work. Or at least behind schedule. The day seemed to start off cold, from what she noticed by looking out of the window and the slight cool breeze that came through her apartment. She therefore dressed herself up slightly warmer than usual, her skinny figure already was prone to getting cold easily and her slight malnurishment wasn't exactly helping with it either. What counted as warmer were slightly ripped baggy black sweatpants. Ripped due being old and worn, but still being one of her favourite items of clothing. There was a slight rip under her buttcheek for example and on her knee, threads trying desperately to hold the fabric together. Almost like she was trying to hold on by threads that became thinner over time. She put on a random printed tee, tucking it in slightly at the front just to look a little less like a wreck. She wasn't going to dress up for Jonathan.. It then hit her, Jonathan. What happened last night was real. She had made a deal with the devil and was now to come up with a codeword. Why had she agreed to call him in the morning again? As if she'd ever be anything functional at this hour. A deep, frustrated sigh left her lips as she was looking for shoes whilst also turning on the coffee pot to make sure her body got some caffeine before getting outside to walk Mack for a short bit. She didn't have the energy yet to walk long. After finding a pair and putting them on, she tied her hair up and grabbed sunglasses. Returning to the kitchen, Kura started bothering her, begging for food. She groaned annoyed, but obeyed the pleas of the cat and gave him the food he wanted, watching him eat it whilst taking a sip of the warm brew. "Ya know, you a lucky ass bitch for her liking ya in the first place. I never would have let you in my house, damn asshole," she mumbled under her breath. Sometimes she felt as though the cat actually understood her by the looks he gave or the sounds he made, but she never had grown a liking for him. Sure, she accepted him because her lover wanted a cat so badly and then they found this stray. A purebred, for what it seemed, just abandoned along with two other kittens. Those didn't make it and that had broken her heart a little at the time, but the monster she got in return.. She'd gladly trade him for the two kittens. He grew a hate for Alex, it seemed, always clawing at her and ruining her things, but never doing anything wrong when her girlfriend came in sight. "I bottle fed you when you were a damn baby, made sure at least you'd live and still you are an ungrateful fuck," she mumbled further, finishing her cup and placing it on the counter. Time to go for a walk with the pet that actually loved her. She decided to walk a bit longer than she had planned to, Mack deserved to have a break after all the intense things that had happened the last 24 hours and she wanted to make sure that he wasn't always on the job. Their walks in the dog park, play time and when he was on his bed, that was the time he would not be working unless something suddenly happened and he just had to adapt. He was quick to adapt however, she had fainted on several occassions whilst walking through the park and he had always made sure someone would help her if she didn't wake up fast enough. The Rottweiler was extremely smart and her best buddy, without the animal she wouldn't walk the streets as much or work at the godforsaken bar. He brought out the better in her and gave her a life, a reason to live. And eventhough she didn't like to admit it, so did the cat. If her girlfriend had done all that trouble to save him, giving her own life for him, then she ought to make sure it was worthwhile. He was the last living breathing piece of her that she had left, of course she'd cling on to it. After returning from the walk she put on make-up, then that would be done for the day and she wouldn't face Jonathan like a ghost. Sure she wouldn't dress up for him, not for anyone, but she wasn't gonna show her bare face to anyone either. Simple eye make up, some brown eyeshadows and dark brown on her waterlines to emphasize her light coloured eyes and for the rest some of the fundamentals to make her look a bit more alive and less on the brink of death. A codeword, she still hadn't come up with it whilst it was about time she did. It was nine in the morning by now, a decent time to call the Devil, wouldn't it be? Had she been in the army she would have figured all the slang and codewords out by now and chosen the appropriate one, but could she do the same with him? "Why the fuck not?" She asked herself, snorting as she went to grab her second cup of coffee. "Has to be something I can fucking relate to, the hell am I worrying for," she mumbled as she grabbed the cup and almost immediately let it drop, her hand cramping up whilst coffee poured over the floor. She stood in shock for a moment, Mack immediately trying to help her the way he knew how. She snapped out of it again, pushing her cramped up fingers the opposite way they stood to get them to work further and holding on to the counter after, breathing in deeply a few times. "This is gonna be fucking interesting for sure," she mumbled to herself, dropping down to pick up the broken pieces of her cup and afterwards clean the coffee that was gonna stain her floor. "Jonathan! If you got some time now, I got some wasted coffee for you and a codeword," she half sarcastically spoke, sighing as she cleaned up the last bits of porcelain.
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Jun 23, 2018 20:00:01 GMT
Post by Sara Gather on Jun 23, 2018 20:00:01 GMT
Jonathan
When he had gotten back after his first encounter with Alex, everything seemed to be normal in hell. Nothing had happened, which he was glad about since it would’ve given him a lot more trouble if he had to deal with that after he came back, and he wasn’t in the mood for that, not for today at least. His body was exhausted, dealing with those guys and getting rid of it took its toll on him and especially the gaping wound he has been sporting by that table leg that had been pierced through his side. That’s what exhausted him the most right now, the wound that needs to heal, and he felt like it would take a little while longer than any other wound he had had, maybe because he was getting older, or was just not paying enough attention on his full health. Who knows, maybe it’s a bit of both. So after he got back he isolated himself into his room, laying down on bed and no moving until he got called out for, at least having a few hours of rest before his ‘appointment’ with Alex the next morning. He started his day early, his body’s energy restored for the most part and the first thing he had to deal with was the guy he had rescued from a cruesome death yesterday, the one that got pushed around by the others and took all the blame. The guy seemed to be in a state of terror, but he was getting over it from what he had noticed, it could be useful having him around and even if he didn’t want that he could resume to walk away on his own, once he learned to stand up for himself. He didn’t like desperate people all that much, or people who let themselves get toyed around with instead of doing something about it. Of course everyone had their weak moments, or moments that they want to keep friendships by letting the others do what they wanted, but he didn’t like that, at all. If he had friendships and people would be fucking around with him, they’d most definitely feel the aftermath of doing just that. The rest of the morning was surprisingly quiet, no sound of Alex yet, no complaints yet, no people that are being brought in front of him for their wrongdoings. It felt odd, but at least he could relax for just a bit before all hell would break loose. After about half an hour he heard Alex’ voice resonating through his mind, making him opens his eyes again and stretch. Well this seemed to be a rather interesting morning. It didn’t take long for him to transport himself right into her kitchen where he saw her picking up shards of what seemed to be a broken coffeemug. “How did you know I loved wasted coffee? You shouldn’t have.” He said calmly to her as he smirked lightly before his face went more serious. “What happened besides the obvious?” He then asked not that long after since he hadn’t felt any abnormalities, no big ones at least, so he would like to know what he had to deal with right now for if it would happen again, which was quite obvious that it would come back repeatedly. These were bound to be some interesting years if he had to go by the first day, not even a day in and the fun already started.
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Jun 23, 2018 20:31:28 GMT
Post by pieceofmind on Jun 23, 2018 20:31:28 GMT
Alex Marshall
"Oh, you know, tryna make ya feel at home," she sighed whilst wiping the floor. She cursed the cat and pushed him away roughly when the idiot walked through the coffee. Though she had heard his question, she decided to finish cleaning first. So once she had gotten up and threw the cloth in her sink, she finally turned to him. "The obvious, obviously. Some nightmares, some hallucinations, some paralysis," she waved it off as if it was nothing, whilst they both probably knew better. It was what it was all about but it frustrated her so much that it was going on that she just made a joke out of it. "You said I needed to come up with a codeword, and I did," she then began, grabbing two new mugs to pour coffee for them both. She placed the milk and sugar next to it for if he wanted any, she wasn't about to do everything for him. He was gonna be here often, she figured, so he might as well make himself at home soon. Shouldn't be a problem for the devil himself, she thought. "When I was deployed we used a lot of slang and codewords for shit, which can be very fitting. I thought that for an emergency "FUBAR" would be appropriate," she let out a small chuckle, it made her recall how many times they shouted it to each other, how much they called her that. Deployment was a rough time, but the bond that her squad had with each other was amazing. The blood on her hands wasn't and she had to take a deep breath to not get back into that state of shock. "Fucked up beyond all repair, basically. I mean, it helps to alert you how bad shit really is, doesn't it?" She looked up at him, took a sip of her coffee and decided that sitting on the counter would be far more comfortable than standing there like a small toddler. That's at least how she felt next to him without heels on.
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Jul 6, 2018 16:24:48 GMT
Post by Sara Gather on Jul 6, 2018 16:24:48 GMT
Jonathan
He chuckled slightly at her words about making him feel at home. Well if that wasn't cute, if only it wasn't sarcastic. He waited calmly for an answer from her while she was cleaning the stain off of the floor, looking at the cat that didn't seem to give a single fuck, shaking his head at the attitude of the animal with a small smirk. He could understand why they would call cats the devil's animal. He glanced up at her when she seemed to be done cleaning and finally answered him, humming at her words. "And that for a morning, you seriously have all the luck in the world now don't you," he said calmly as she was making a joke out of her problems. Well he could understand you'd get sick of crying about it, she didn't seem to be like the one who'd want to show emotions, he had noticed that yesterday already, after she cried for help that was. He listened to her as she grabbed two new mugs to pour coffee in, thanking her for the coffee and adding some sugar in it, since he had a sweet tooth and he'd get aches from just black coffee, and he wasn't gonna let coffee ruin his good day. He continued listening to her as he stirred the coffee calmly, glancing up when he heard her codeword she'd be using, tilting his head slightly in interest. He hadn't heard that before, or maybe he did but couldn't remember, but he doubted it. He noticed small changes in her face, seemingly remembering things that were connected with the word, making him more interested in what she was thinking about, but he didn't want to snoop just yet. He chuckled when he heard what it stood for, looking back at his mug. "That's very fitting indeed. That's a first one, and it'll kep me on my toes too." He said calmly as he sipped his coffee, looking at how she want to sit onto the counter. He couldn't say his height was convenient for himself, but well, he could do a lot but changing his height wasn't one of the things. Then again it was convenient if he had to stand against opponents, they'd back off easily enough. "Seems like you had a good bond with your squad if there was slang like that, I can hardly think of it being anything official," he said calmly as he looked up at her again and shifted his weight a bit so he'd get some pressure off of the scar that was forming on his side from yesterday. Maybe he should get into battle a bit more so his body could adjust to it again rather than slacking off with healing, if something happened to him someday, and since he was pretty much used as a guard dog right now it would be a good idea to get into shape again if he had to protect. He could only imagine what people would think about him once they knew the devil was working as a dog for some human, but when did it ever matter to him what his followers thought? Right, never.
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