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She was listening with a curious gaze. These two sounded fantastic... part of her wanted to pry further, but maybe she could just meet them one day... wouldn't that be lovely?

... A little shard, hm...? ,,

Her hand pushes over her own chest... and she smiles. She seemed to find that thought comforting.

... So no one is ever truly alone. Some people cherish their alone time- I do as well, but... that's a lovely thought. Even if she isn't truly here, to have the notion that another living being's piece is with me, it's nice to think about. Humans really were never meant to be solitary creatures, after all. ,,

Dusk, he sounded lovely as well. With life came death after all, she was very at terms with her own inevitible passing. In fact, she was a little... too at terms with it. She's never considered herself afraid of death, she knew she would embrace it when it came.

... A likeminded soul, I wouldn't mind chattering away with him when he has the chance then. I have plenty to share myself. ,,

As he offers to help with her sleep, her head tilts. She guessed it did make sense for him to have such an ability, to dream was to rest most of the time... in this context especially. She would have to keep that in mind, and she even seems to mull it over as he says it. His mention of tea has her smile, and his little quip has her giggle softly.

... Lord, I do not need any more crazy dreams. As I said, I've had quite frightful ones. I wouldn't dream of giving myself worse ones if I can help it. I may... have to take you up on that though. If it could take away those dreams, that would be lovely... ,,

Sybil's eyes light up slightly as he mentions a god who's made the stars. Someone to praise for giving her life meaning?

... Oh, blunt and rude are very different. I would prefer someone who is blunt over someone who lies. ,,

As he talks about these godly rules, they sound easy to follow. Just... be respectful and don't kill each other. How difficult would that be to respect, she supposed it would be difficult depending on how they were personality wise. The mention of Koro though... her smile fades. She naturally felt for other people, considering she used to watch life from her window and watch people themselves. Even working her old job (who had fired her unfairly might she add,) she never really... connected with anyone who didn't approach her.

... How sad. I can't imagine what that's like, having others avoid you for something you can't even control. I'm glad you spend time with her at the very least... I would love to extend my own hand to her if she wished, I know how loneliness can get to you more than anyone. I can't expect her to accept it of course, but... if there is a chance I could help, I would love being able to. ,,

As the topic becomes lighter though, she smiles, shrugging.

... There are a lot of people out there with irrational fears. Some are afraid of large things, some are afraid of the ocean, some are even afraid of space itself. It all circles back to the uncertainy of the human mind, that fear of not knowing what might be out there or in there due to us not knowing everything about the universe. Even if I would love to have knowledge on everything forever... it beats that feeling of learning something new. To gain knowledge is rewarding, so what would we be giving ourselves if everyone knew everything all the time? ,,

Sybil honestly would make a really good teacher. But we're getting off topic.

... That should work. Poor Sam, he's never really explained why he dislikes them so much. He doesn't mean to, I know after that... incident with Pierre, ha... he got only marginally better about them. He spoke to me about it through the wall in such a fearful voice. ,,

She does lean in out of curiosity, reaching to feel the markings on his face. Her touch was gentle and exploring, a curiosity that couldn't be quelled.

... Fascinating... ah, excuse me. ,,

She sits back again, smiling in embarrassment. She was getting a bit ahead of herself, she waves a hand as if she was trying to wave that interaction away.

"You are correct, human beings are not meant to be solitary creatures. They are almost like pack animals. Long long ago they lived in groups and worked in such ways akin to a pack of wolves. Hunted together, fought together, and worked together to make a village to live. They were quite strung together closely. Though today, humans seem more.. further apart. Not so close to one another. Seeing as social media is a thing. Humans usually use that to communicate rather than face to face I have observed..."

He supposed those who couldn't get out so much, it was a blessing to have a way to talk to people and ease the loneliness, rather than being completely alone...

A soft chuckle spilled from his lips before he sipped the tea he had made. "Oh, I wouldn't say it would be nightmares.. But rather, very nonsensical dreams, is what people have told me when they have a bit too much. But following directions when it comes to making any food is key~."

His free hand summoned another cup of tea that he took and offered to the woman across from him. "Here you go. Just see if you like the taste. It's a herbal with a hint of orange flavor. It's not strong. But people generally find the taste pleasant. Don't worry, it won't cause instant sleep, but it'll help with your dreams. Make them more... pleasant. People have noted the dreams they have, are usually of fond memories of the past," Quinn explained.

He hoped it would help with her nightmares. While he can't control dreams from the outside, he can from the inside. Able to rip through any nightmare from the inside and replace it with calmness. He might stick around when she fell asleep to make sure she got some peaceful rest... The tea should do the trick.

Quinn sighed softly and looked to what was left in his tea cup. Frowning a little. "Yes. She cannot help what she is. However, other gods fear she'll corrupt them, or somehow corrupt herself. They keep her at arm distance away, not wanting to chance it at all. A sad existence of a creature who wishes to be close to others, to bare children of her own, a hopeless romantic, destined to be alone for her endless life... I wish there was a way to undo her curse, what she is... but alas, there isn't anything I nor anyone can do for her..."

He knows personally, he couldn't bear living a life without affection and showing other's affection... Although the corruption doesn't always happen, no one wants to chance-- not even Koro, to corrupt a loved one just for a hug....

The smile returned to his face when the topic of fears was brought to attention. "Oh, I know humans have rather irrational fears... Some of them are more understandable than others. Some are rooted to childhood trauma... But I suppose your friend might had seen a movie about a horror clown or something... because that can certainly do it. I have notice human's like to make something fun and whimsical into horror...

"Hopefully your friend can overcome his fear of clowns.. I can ditch my outfit and speak to him. Maybe that would help him overcome it... Seeing as I am friendly without the outfit, and can try to be viewed the same with it..." It was worth a shot, if he ever saw Sam again...

private, indie RP starring interpretations of Moxxie from Hellaverse fame. Co-starring I.M.P. from Helluva Boss & others, loosely inspired by the Hellaverse lore, but based more on this writer's love of world/folkloric demonology & Dante Allegri's classic poem "The Inferno". AU-heavy & Multiverse-friendly, so Crossovera & fandomless rp's highly encouraged outside of hellaverse! rb/like if you'd be interested in interacting please. | { carrd! }

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"The beach," he corrects. "Although a is perfectly suitable in some contexts... we all have one, but they're all connected." Heartman brings his hands together, intertwining their fingers. "It's a space... and a concept. By all technicality we— which is to say, sentient beings— created such a space out of our fears and lack, or even gain, of knowledge in regards to death."

"I'm sure you've heard of the term 'the other side' in relation to death, yes? Think of it like a coin. One side, is here, the land of the living. The other side would then be the afterlife... but coins have a volume, even if small. It connects the two sides together." One hand raises, flat and standing. "Like a corridor in a house, it is a means of travel between the two sides."

Quinn stood in silence, letting the stranger explain the concept of the beach...

An after life... Was there a new one that this mortal has discovered? There was always other realms that bleed into this one... Quinn was only aware of the void, the Light Side, and the Underworld... The afterlives that mortals went to when their time was up in this realm.

"Oh, I am rather aware of the other side.. But I only know of three... And never once have heard it referred to as the beach."

Quinn paused and held up three fingers. "My kin, there are three that of the domain masters of the afterlives. The Light side-- or as humans refer to as 'Heaven.' The Underworld, what humans call 'Hell.' And the Void-- what humans call Limbo... a space that the body does not exist, but the mind does...

🎪— Hoops’ big red eyes sparkled when he heard Quinn tell him that he was a god. It may seem a little silly— but Hoops had always wanted to meet a being of higher existence. Sometimes he wondered if they even existed. Where he came from, there wasn’t such a thing as a ‘god’ of any kind. The first time Hoops learned about things like deities was when he first entered the human world and noticed things like churches and religious figures. It always made him wonder if higher beings even existed. And now by pure chance— he got to meet one!!

“Wow…!! It’s an honor to meet you, then!! I never thought I’d get to meet a person of a higher existence before!!”

The clown shaped vacui beamed as he looked up at the other. The fact that his new friend also happened to be a clown was even more exciting!! All the other clowns Hoops had met were just humans. Which was fine of course but it did get a bit boring after a while. So Hoops really hoped that he and Quinn would become really good friends.

“A home…?”

Hoops’ expression turned a little blue when he was asked that question… The topics of home always made Hoops upset since he never got to have such a thing. If he wasn’t out performing or feeding off of the living— he was out wandering different forests and sleeping up in trees at night. Not having a home always made Hoops sad… so he preferred not to talk about it.

“Uh, no… I’m uh… yeah, I’m traveling— I guess.”

He scratched at the back of his neck as he looked away awkwardly. This was always a difficult thing for Hoops to talk about.

“Whenever a circus closes I usually go and find another one somewhere else… I just haven’t found one to work for just yet…”

"Yes, my kin and I are of the higher existence. But while I am a god, I ask you to treat us as equals.. Other of my kin expect worship and all that.. But I prefer to be treated more-- like another mortal over a higher being..." Quinn requested with a smile and a wave of his hand.

He preferred if mortals treated him the same as other mortals, rather than a deity. While he didn't mind being worshiped, have people praise his existence, when it came to meeting new friends... The clown preferred being treated like anyone else... rather than having someone suck up to him...

Quinn noted the change in Hoop's expression, the way he looked at the mention of a home. It was obvious, the other didn't have one... He wondered why that was. But... it seemed the fellow clown didn't want to dwell on the topic.

 ╰  ┈  ┈  ╮  ʚ     ⁾⁾  ⇢⃕     silence  was  a  language  all  his  own,  and  in  moments  like  this,  it  said  far  more  than  most  sermons.  The  golden  light  that  haloed  ethereally  behind  him  —  that  impossible  brilliance  which  seemed  to  breathe  through  the  air  around  him  —  dimmed  slightly,  as  though  evening  had  brushed  its  fingers  over  the  horizon  of  his  presence.

 His  observant  and  calculated  golden  gaze,  was  poised  and  cold  though  lingered  on  Quinn’  —  A  strange  contrast,  he  thought.  how  peculiar  ,    He  leaned  back  in  his  seat,  posture  relaxed  but  not  without  authority. 

ㅤ⠀ㅤ⠀ㅤ   ❛❛   Im Halovian  ❜❜   he  corrected.  the  words  rolled  over  his  tongue  like  scripture  being  tested  for  falsehood.  His  expression  flickered  —  part  admiration,  part  disdain.    ❛❛and…  no  this  is  not  heaven.  so  fear  not.   ❜❜     the  Halovian's  gloved  hand  lingered  against  the  handle,  as  if  the  warmth  might  seep  into  him  through  fabric  and  bone  —  but  it  never  did

Quinn was far in a realm he hasn't visited before. A realm that had other gods control the universe. He wasn't from here, or any part of this dimension.

Traveling, bringing smiles and joyful laughter to others is what Quinn brought with him. Not just his own realm...

An eye peeked open, revealing a vortex of pastel rainbows swirl, a lone white star in the midst of his eye imitating a pupil. "I see. I never heard of such a race before~," the clown commented, folding his gloved fingers neatly to nestle on his lap.

A soft chuckle rose from his throat, raising a hand with a dismissive wave. "Oh, I'm not scared I was dead. My form cannot stay in Heaven for long before I get booted out," the jester answered with a softer voice to match the quiet atmosphere.

Observing, always observing. Noting this mortal seemed the quiet type. The serious expression, the lack of whimsy or humor. It told Quinn a lot about this stranger upon first glance.

Mind his manners-- don't touch, don't be loud and barraging him with questions. Be a bit stoic and don't chatter too much, but leave words to be desired to continue a steady conversation.

A soft hum came from the tall clown, his head tilting to the side, a jingle of bells echoing his movement. "Not lost really. Most of-- just adventuring," Quinn corrected, his smile never fading from his lips. Seeming to be permanently etched there.

"I'm not from this realm at all. I sense other gods here-- that are not my kin. But there's no rules that say I can't spread dreams to other worlds~," the man continued and placed his hands on his knees. His foot idly twitching in some sort of unknown rhythm.

If those bleats could go backwards and hide back in Moxxie's body they would. Was he had a carnival now? What had happened.

He tried to force on a smile. To show he was alright. He hated when these carnie types felt the need to make him--

"No, no, really, I'm--"

"Ah? Not a fan of hugs?" Quinn asked when he was nearly closed into the imp. As much as the clown loved to hug others, he tried his best to respect other's space...

He wanted to make people happy, not uncomfortable and upset...

The god's arms dropped without getting to the hug. He held his hands up a bit. "Sorry sorry! You just looked like you needed a hug or something! I won't unless you want it!"

Quinn was TEMPTED to give the imp head pats but... managed to control his hand and didn't try for it...

The Gem was trying her shot at working in a local bakery. Normally Black Star did her baking from home, but the alien was curious about working in a customer facing position that wasn't the Mini Mart. Upon hearing the clown enter, a wide smile formed as she made her way over from behind the display counter.

"We sure do!" Black Star piped up once she was closer, having to climb up on a step stool to reach over the counter. "They have a couple names, Long Johns and Creamsicles, personally I prefer the former." She would giggle innocently, before getting a good look at the customer.

"Oh I didn't know they had such fun names!" Quinn exclaimed as he looked over the counter to see the runt step onto a step stool to see over the counter. Huh, people usually weren't so short nor colored monochrome like. Must not be human... Needless to say, the gem piqued Quinn's interest.

"Oh, then I shall order one vanilla and one chocolate and-- maybe an extra vanilla.. Need it for a friend!" the clown stated happily and seemed to sway in his spot.

"Not to push boundaries, but when are you off work? I'm quite curious of you! Not every day I see someone out of the norm..." The god was out of the norm himself.

"I don't wanna pester you while you're working... but perhaps I can just hang around outside and wait for you to get off work?"