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It shouldn't be any surprise that the Sin of Greed, who is also known to be quite the big enjoyer for parties, had suddenly forced everyone to join them in one of the open rooms. Beings involved were already split up into a random assortment of teams, tables setting up with a few shots of... something plastered on them, as well as a selection of drugs neatly placed in boxes.
Oh, and a tipping jar. For each of them. Because of course.
Clearing his throat, Mammon grinned before theatrically bowing, fanning his hand out to make a microphone appear. Because... that was needed. Trust the sins to be all dramatic.
Hello, ladies, gentlemen, and whatever else you are! I've decided I'm bored and this 'party' needs a bit more life in it. So, seein' as we have several pairings 'ere, why not have some fun?
You guys heard of that 'newly weds' shit that mortals love? It's that... but with a twist! You're paired with people that you may know rather well, or you may not know. How fun!
And so, the pairings would be as followed: Fuckass and Io: Foxy and Pax: Kalaren and Mothman: Moon and Pinkie Pie!
Great names, Mammon. Yes, he did cleanly dodge that sudden empty wine bottle that was thrown at him by Xinalith.
I'll ask a question, four of you will write down your answers, and your partner has gotta answer them! If they match, congrats! If not, you're both taking a shot that's in front of you. They might be good, they might be shit. They'll switch up!
Oh, and if I get bored, I'll spice it up. Answers still have to match. We cool? We're cool. So, the first question will be for Xinalith, Luxian, Kalaren and Moon!
What is their favourite movie?
( @infernussins )
Oh! This was exciting!
Oh this was terrible.
A Sin had come along and they were hosting a game??
What fresh hell was this?
And he was paired with Xinalith, no less. Could this get any better?
At least he was with Kalaren...guess it could be worse.
Ah! An interesting question. One that, unfortunately, I haven't the faintest clue the answer to but I'm confident in my ability to riddle the answer, if you will.
He scribbled for a moment before confidently revealing his answer. A beaming smile toward Xinalith.
Casablanca 💖
Yes. He'd drawn a heart.
Meanwhile Oberon also had no clue. Some friend, huh? They'd watched movies over the years but he'd already forgotten most of them.
{{ Uhhh... }}
He wrote something down with a shrug. Then flipped it with an apologetic look to Kalaren. It said:
Pax looked over at Luxian with a thoughtful hum. They had watched a lot of movies at family dinners but he wasn't actually that sure of his favourite movie. So, scribbling an answer it was.
Girl with a Pearl Earring
It was a good movie either way.
As for Kalaren he was trying not to giggle at the answer Oberon gave for him. He'd be singing songs from that movie later.
Nymphe had no clue how she got here, or when, or why. Was there some kind of celebration happening? Why were there so many people around?
Good god, she was so lost.
And then... she was dragged into a game and asked for Moon's favourite movie.
... okay. Sure.
And so, Nymphe (still very confused) scribbled down her answer. She did completely make it up though, because one, she didn't know many movies herself; and two, she had no idea what Moon liked.
When being called a 'fuckface', of course Xinalith snarled at Mammon and fired a wine bottle at him. And, of course, the sin already expected it and dodged it. Now there was just a broken glass bottle on Io and Oberon's floor. Sorry about that one, guys.
Now, with those writing down their answers, Mammon would be sure to use his magic to bring them over to him so there wouldn't be any chance of foul play. Look, he's a demon, but he's very serious about these games. And look who the fuck is playing. Of course he was going to take extra measures.
With all the questions answered, Mammon hummed for a looong time, all melodic, before howling with laughter.
All of you, drink up! You fuckin' suck!
And so, the real answers were revealed:
Xinalith: Robots
Luxian: The Fox and the Hound
Kalaren: The Lion King
Moon: Coraline
Seeing that they had lost, Xinalith could only glare at Io. Would he have had any idea on their favourite film? No. Did they still want to win? Yes. They were competitive. Sin of pride. Either way, they took their shot, pleasantly surprised that it was fairly decent in taste. Lucky them!
Luxian couldn't blame Pax for not knowing, so he giggled also and shook his head. Ah well, it didn't matter! It was just a silly game! So, down with his shot, who was also lucky in getting one that tasted good. Something tropical!
With all the shots taken, they refilled instantly, leaving Mammon to move on with the next question.
Alright, now we're switchin' sides. So, Io, Pax, Oberon and Lotus.
What are they most likely going to go to jail for?
Xinalith stared at Io for a while before writing down their answer, making sure Io was ready before showing it off.
Stalking.
As for Luxian? He struggled a bit, tapping his lower lip with his pen before jotting his down.
Down went the shot, for Pax, it was surprisingly nice. Tart, fruity and smooth.
Kalaren just giggled and did his shot. It was great! Like a pina colada but not sweet. It was fantastic! No harm no foul they were learning more about one another!
Loitering or someone accidentally thinks he is stalking them because he is brooding in the shadows
This game is fun!
He was even waving at Luxian and drew a little fox in the corner of his white board.
"Ah a lovely time so far. No points yes but a lovely time."
Luxian couldn't help but coo as he waved back to Kalaren, even blowing him a kiss. How sweet.
Just like last time, the real answers were in Mammon's possession as he looked over them all. Suddenly, confetti shot out above Pax and Luxian's head, followed by a floating number created with embers.
One point for Mr. No-Pants and Fox boy! The rest of you, drink!
And so, the answers were revealed:
Io: Genocide
Pax: Public Indecency
Oberon: Theft
All Xinalith could really do was blink at the answer, just to look away. They wanted to snicker. They wanted to make a joke. But for once in their life, they decided to hold back. Either way, a shot was taken and... ah, another pleasant one. A little bitter, but nothing to hiss at.
"Oh, yay! I got it right!"
Luxian clapped excitedly, tail swishing around more. Should this be something to celebrate? He wasn't sure. But they got a point at least!
Alright, next question. These are boring.
Why did the chicken cross the road?
Xinalith just had to stare.
"What?"
You heard me!
"How the fuck are we supposed to-"
Answer the question or you owe me fifty souls.
"Excu-"
A hundred.
"...Fucking piece of shit..."
Welp. They were jotting their answer down, as was Luxian! Good luck guys, remember they have to match!
Io tilted his head at Xinalith's answer. Stalking? Him? Hmm. Interesting. In a way he was happy Xinalith's view of him was less severe than that of his own self. Drink time!
Oh! Fruity!
Then came the question. A strange one for sure. He knew how he'd answer it, but what about Xinalith?
Hmm...
He stared at the demon for a second before writing something down.
Why the f♡ck should I know?
It seemed like something Xinalith would say. Though he didn't like using the "f" word.
Oberon should've known Kalaren would take the "nice" route. Always looking on the bright side of people. He took a shot and-
{{ Oh hells! You're doing this on purpose! }}
There were tears in his eyes. Why did people even like alcohol??
Jotting down his answer he put something he figured Kalaren might say.
"To be fair... wouldn't it be difficult to arrest you? Different laws in realms and such? Plus you could just teleport out."
All the answers were gathered and looked over, the sin humming in thought. Then, once again, more confetti shot out over Luxian and Pax's head, the number now going up by another point.
"Oh, yay! We got another— ow?"
Before Luxian could finish his words, a rubber chicken was tossed at his head, the toy squawking when it hit him. Pouting, the vulpian rubbed his temple before looking in the general direction of where it came from, just to see a pair of scarlets glaring at him. Oh, then came the motion of Xinalith pointing to their eyes before turning their fingers towards him; a heads up that they were 'watching him'. Ah, Xinalith. Never change.
And for all you lovely people, here were the answers.
Xinalith: To pluck the fuck out of Mammon's eyes.
Luxian: To get to the other side.
Kalaren: Because its friends were on the other side.
Well, Xinalith took their shot. And oh, they were gagging. It was sour, very sour, and we all know how they hate sour things. That poor demon felt like they were going to die on the spot.
Alright, next question!
What is their favourite hobby?
Sorry Io, but you both were done for. Xinalith had no idea. So, writing down their answer, they showed their board.
Learning languages.
As for Luxian, he had to think on it for a little bit, squinting his eyes at Pax in deep thought before jotting his down. Oh, he even drew a doodle of the donari doing the activity, how nice!
Hey, he got the "fuck" part right! Look at them getting to know each other~
He chuckled and took his shot. Another mild and pleasantly fruity one. Probably for the best considering all the drugs he'd been sneaking from the box.
The next question, though, was a shoe-in. He had faith in the demon. Io gave Xinalith a little nod that said "we've got this!".
Oberon clicked his tongue with a "tch".
{{ Hey! That totally counts! The imps and chickens were friends before Kalaren- ahh... whatever. }}
The little moth growled as he threw back his shot only to be knocked flat on his ass.
"Huh I really thought I was going to be getting drunk. Great job Luxian we're winning."
Pax could only assume how much of a terrible time Xinalith was having. Actually he could feel it. His poor demon. So of course he started to flirt with them. Little winks and waves. Oh even a blown kiss.
Kalaren on the other hand was staring at his drink as if it wronged his bloodline. Because the last one did.
Oberon, as a friend, I need you to lock in.
Sending the shot back he was hissing and eyes watering. It was so, so, so sour. Like he licked every lemon in existence in a concentration.
This game was becoming a lot less fun. At least Luxian wasn't suffering though!
Reading/learning
Look Kalaren's brain was not in a good place right now.
The flirting was appreciated. Scarlets wandered over to Pax as a little smile appeared on their face, the donari being met with their own little wave and blown kisses. Oh, they even made a heart of embers appear, floating towards him.
All the answers were gathered and looked over. Suddenly, confetti shot out from behind Xinalith and Io, as well as Pax and Luxian again.
Well, would ya look at that? Someone else other than Music-Man and Twinkle-toes has got a point!
And so, the answers were as followed:
Io: Learning new languages
Pax: Making music
Oberon: Napping
Next question!
What historical event is the phrase, "Remember, remember, the fifth of November" associated with on Earth?
"Io, if you do not get this answer to match with mine, I'm dragging you back to the Infernal Castle and force feeding you so much candy floss, you will dissolve when you touch a puddle."
AKA, Xinalith's way of saying: don't be fucking stupid.
As for Luxian? Oh, given how he was blinking like a frog, he had no idea. He looked up at Pax with a sorrowful look, writing down his answer.
"...I feel like I should be sorry now for this. I... do not know a lot about Earth's history."
Io clapped as they got their first point. See? Knew they could do it! But as the threats came spilling out over the next question all he could do was shake his head with a chuckle.
Have you so little faith in me?
He gave the demon a little wink before writing his answer with a smug little grin. Yeah he was feeling pretty cocky about this one.
The Gunpowder Plot of 1605
Oberon was still reeling from his awful shot.
{{ Me lock in? You lock in. "Learning"?? That's Io's thing. Ugh. Fine. I'll.... I'll do better....}}
But it was case in point as the next question was asked and he hadn't the foggiest clue what it meant. A desperate look to Io across the way for any sort of clue before shooting a sorry look to Kalaren who he was pretty sure would be as lost as he was.
The Titanic?
Oh hells...he was already reaching for the next shot.
Pax pulled a face at the ask. He has been near earth not even a decade and well he never cared to learn the history. A long sigh before he wrote...something down.
Late Halloween
He was too sober for any of this. Maybe him and Luxian should ger worse at the game.
Kalaren on the other hand looked like his brain stopped. Was that the smell of smoke? Well he did a shot and...oh, that was rather nice. He needed that. Still good luck Oberon because Kalaren had no idea about the history of anything.
The answers were gathered, checked, and the next thing that happened was confetti appearing behind Xinalith and Io. They earned themselves another point, good for them!
Though, poor Xinalith, who was a bit of a history nerd. Seeing all of the answers made them pull a face, and that only grew worse when the other answers were revealed:
Xinalith: The Gunpowder Plot of 1605.
Luxian: An Autumnal Day?
Kalaren: The 5th of November...day...thing...?
Slamming their board down, they pointed at everyone.
"Pax, I love you, this is clearly not concerning you. But the rest of you are stupid as all hells! Have you never picked up a book before? And you!"
Xinalith pointed towards Oberon then.
"The Titanic was 1912! April 15th, to be exact! They made a whole film about it! You are 300 years too early!"
The demon scoffed then, folding their arms as Mammon cleared his throat.
You done?
"...It was Guy Fawkes who conducted the Gunpowder plot with a total of 36 barrels-"
Annnd nobody cares! Next question!
What is their biggest fear?
Xinalith blinked, as did Luxian, before the pair started to jot down their answers. Neither of them had... any idea.
Oh a shocking phrase from Kalaren as he downed another-
It was safe to say Kalaren was having a rough time and whatever he was shooting was strong, a light slur in his words.
Even Pax looked over to him wide eyed at the onslaught of donari being spoken. Slowly he took his own shot, oh fruity like him. Well at least he was having a good time.
With a long groan and some very messy writing he turned the board over.
Xinalith could only click their tongue, before their eyes wandered over to the shit coming out of Kalaren's mouth. Blinking a couple of times, the demon couldn't help but snicker.
"Kal, are you okay?"
Luxian called out to him, his head a little tilted. Still, he took his shot, and ah. Lovely! It tasted a bit like honey whiskey, which was his favourite! Though, maybe that shot was a little stronger than expected, given he let out a little groan as it slammed into his head.
"Ah. He just admitted to drinking demon piss, and that he's going to let Kaztor touch his nips again."
No, he didn't say any of that. Not exactly. But this is Xinalith.
Hey, if ya want demon piss, I could hook you up with some. Anyway, movin' on!
The only pair that had confetti being shot out was, once again, Io and Xinalith.
Io: Losing Oberon.
Pax: Having to live without the people I love
Oberon: Losing Io.
Huh. Some dull ass answers here. 'Ooh, I don't wanna lose the people I loove, waahh waahh.' Get a hobby.
Who's the better kisser?
Luxian held up a hand then, a little nervous. Grinning, Mammon gestured towards him.
Yes, Mr Fantastic Fox!
"Um, it's Luxia-"
No, it isn't.
"Okay, I guess it isn't. Oh, right! Um, do we have to answer this? I mean, wouldn't it be a little odd for us to compare how we kiss with... someone we're not in a relationship with?"
Mammon just smiled and blinked at him.
Do I look like I care?
"Ah, uh. No-"
Then get those answers down! Woohoo! And you owe me me $20 for asking me a question! What a good day!!
Oh. There went a party popper, whilst Luxian just looked around perplexed. Why was he needing to give Mammon money?! This made no sense?? He didn't even have $20 on him!! Oh, whatever, best get his answer down, as the sin so... uh. Put it.
He never thought the words "Losing Oberon" would make him so happy, and yet here he was again clapping away.
Wonderful! See? That cave trip is already paying off!
Was it, Io?? In his defense the man had at this point consumed enough drugs and alcohol to knock a horse sideways.
But the next question he saw as a given. 6,000 ish years of experience vs a couple hundred? It was just simple math, really.
Xinalith
Oberon, meanwhile, was having trouble with his pen. Silk slipping involuntarily from his palms. Wings drooping like wet paper. Ever single shot had been horrendous.
All night long Kalaren had been giving him the benefit of the doubt. So in the interest of not having to drink another horrible shot:
He gave Xinalith some finger guns. Oberon got the ick. I got the ick. Everyone got the ick. And because it had been several rounds since he'd taken a shot, he threw one back just for the hell of it. Birthday boy privilege or whatever.
He could already taste their next point as he wrote down his answer.
Oberon, meanwhile, was speechless. Really, Kal? Really? He tried to make words but they just came out as...
{{ eeughhjnNnsnsn }}
It should come as a surprise to absolutely no one the next shot was beyond foul.
He wrote down his answer with whatever braincells weren't currently drowning shitty tasting booze.
Wait a minute why did we even start playing thish-
Sorry Kalaren no talking just more shots and a single tear in his eyes as he did that. Did him and Oberon get any right? Were they even friends? This was the worst.
Pax on the other hand was just vibing.
H2O
"It's alright love, I'll make out with you later and we can debate who is the better kisser between us."
It shouldn't be any surprise that the Sin of Greed, who is also known to be quite the big enjoyer for parties, had suddenly forced everyone to join them in one of the open rooms. Beings involved were already split up into a random assortment of teams, tables setting up with a few shots of... something plastered on them, as well as a selection of drugs neatly placed in boxes.
Oh, and a tipping jar. For each of them. Because of course.
Clearing his throat, Mammon grinned before theatrically bowing, fanning his hand out to make a microphone appear. Because... that was needed. Trust the sins to be all dramatic.
Hello, ladies, gentlemen, and whatever else you are! I've decided I'm bored and this 'party' needs a bit more life in it. So, seein' as we have several pairings 'ere, why not have some fun?
You guys heard of that 'newly weds' shit that mortals love? It's that... but with a twist! You're paired with people that you may know rather well, or you may not know. How fun!
And so, the pairings would be as followed: Fuckass and Io: Foxy and Pax: Kalaren and Mothman: Moon and Pinkie Pie!
Great names, Mammon. Yes, he did cleanly dodge that sudden empty wine bottle that was thrown at him by Xinalith.
I'll ask a question, four of you will write down your answers, and your partner has gotta answer them! If they match, congrats! If not, you're both taking a shot that's in front of you. They might be good, they might be shit. They'll switch up!
Oh, and if I get bored, I'll spice it up. Answers still have to match. We cool? We're cool. So, the first question will be for Xinalith, Luxian, Kalaren and Moon!
What is their favourite movie?
( @infernussins )
Oh! This was exciting!
Oh this was terrible.
A Sin had come along and they were hosting a game??
What fresh hell was this?
And he was paired with Xinalith, no less. Could this get any better?
At least he was with Kalaren...guess it could be worse.
Ah! An interesting question. One that, unfortunately, I haven't the faintest clue the answer to but I'm confident in my ability to riddle the answer, if you will.
He scribbled for a moment before confidently revealing his answer. A beaming smile toward Xinalith.
Casablanca 💖
Yes. He'd drawn a heart.
Meanwhile Oberon also had no clue. Some friend, huh? They'd watched movies over the years but he'd already forgotten most of them.
{{ Uhhh... }}
He wrote something down with a shrug. Then flipped it with an apologetic look to Kalaren. It said:
Pax looked over at Luxian with a thoughtful hum. They had watched a lot of movies at family dinners but he wasn't actually that sure of his favourite movie. So, scribbling an answer it was.
Girl with a Pearl Earring
It was a good movie either way.
As for Kalaren he was trying not to giggle at the answer Oberon gave for him. He'd be singing songs from that movie later.
Nymphe had no clue how she got here, or when, or why. Was there some kind of celebration happening? Why were there so many people around?
Good god, she was so lost.
And then... she was dragged into a game and asked for Moon's favourite movie.
... okay. Sure.
And so, Nymphe (still very confused) scribbled down her answer. She did completely make it up though, because one, she didn't know many movies herself; and two, she had no idea what Moon liked.
When being called a 'fuckface', of course Xinalith snarled at Mammon and fired a wine bottle at him. And, of course, the sin already expected it and dodged it. Now there was just a broken glass bottle on Io and Oberon's floor. Sorry about that one, guys.
Now, with those writing down their answers, Mammon would be sure to use his magic to bring them over to him so there wouldn't be any chance of foul play. Look, he's a demon, but he's very serious about these games. And look who the fuck is playing. Of course he was going to take extra measures.
With all the questions answered, Mammon hummed for a looong time, all melodic, before howling with laughter.
All of you, drink up! You fuckin' suck!
And so, the real answers were revealed:
Xinalith: Robots
Luxian: The Fox and the Hound
Kalaren: The Lion King
Moon: Coraline
Seeing that they had lost, Xinalith could only glare at Io. Would he have had any idea on their favourite film? No. Did they still want to win? Yes. They were competitive. Sin of pride. Either way, they took their shot, pleasantly surprised that it was fairly decent in taste. Lucky them!
Luxian couldn't blame Pax for not knowing, so he giggled also and shook his head. Ah well, it didn't matter! It was just a silly game! So, down with his shot, who was also lucky in getting one that tasted good. Something tropical!
With all the shots taken, they refilled instantly, leaving Mammon to move on with the next question.
Alright, now we're switchin' sides. So, Io, Pax, Oberon and Lotus.
What are they most likely going to go to jail for?
Xinalith stared at Io for a while before writing down their answer, making sure Io was ready before showing it off.
Stalking.
As for Luxian? He struggled a bit, tapping his lower lip with his pen before jotting his down.
Down went the shot, for Pax, it was surprisingly nice. Tart, fruity and smooth.
Kalaren just giggled and did his shot. It was great! Like a pina colada but not sweet. It was fantastic! No harm no foul they were learning more about one another!
Loitering or someone accidentally thinks he is stalking them because he is brooding in the shadows
This game is fun!
He was even waving at Luxian and drew a little fox in the corner of his white board.
"Ah a lovely time so far. No points yes but a lovely time."
Luxian couldn't help but coo as he waved back to Kalaren, even blowing him a kiss. How sweet.
Just like last time, the real answers were in Mammon's possession as he looked over them all. Suddenly, confetti shot out above Pax and Luxian's head, followed by a floating number created with embers.
One point for Mr. No-Pants and Fox boy! The rest of you, drink!
And so, the answers were revealed:
Io: Genocide
Pax: Public Indecency
Oberon: Theft
All Xinalith could really do was blink at the answer, just to look away. They wanted to snicker. They wanted to make a joke. But for once in their life, they decided to hold back. Either way, a shot was taken and... ah, another pleasant one. A little bitter, but nothing to hiss at.
"Oh, yay! I got it right!"
Luxian clapped excitedly, tail swishing around more. Should this be something to celebrate? He wasn't sure. But they got a point at least!
Alright, next question. These are boring.
Why did the chicken cross the road?
Xinalith just had to stare.
"What?"
You heard me!
"How the fuck are we supposed to-"
Answer the question or you owe me fifty souls.
"Excu-"
A hundred.
"...Fucking piece of shit..."
Welp. They were jotting their answer down, as was Luxian! Good luck guys, remember they have to match!
Io tilted his head at Xinalith's answer. Stalking? Him? Hmm. Interesting. In a way he was happy Xinalith's view of him was less severe than that of his own self. Drink time!
Oh! Fruity!
Then came the question. A strange one for sure. He knew how he'd answer it, but what about Xinalith?
Hmm...
He stared at the demon for a second before writing something down.
Why the f♡ck should I know?
It seemed like something Xinalith would say. Though he didn't like using the "f" word.
Oberon should've known Kalaren would take the "nice" route. Always looking on the bright side of people. He took a shot and-
{{ Oh hells! You're doing this on purpose! }}
There were tears in his eyes. Why did people even like alcohol??
Jotting down his answer he put something he figured Kalaren might say.
"To be fair... wouldn't it be difficult to arrest you? Different laws in realms and such? Plus you could just teleport out."
All the answers were gathered and looked over, the sin humming in thought. Then, once again, more confetti shot out over Luxian and Pax's head, the number now going up by another point.
"Oh, yay! We got another— ow?"
Before Luxian could finish his words, a rubber chicken was tossed at his head, the toy squawking when it hit him. Pouting, the vulpian rubbed his temple before looking in the general direction of where it came from, just to see a pair of scarlets glaring at him. Oh, then came the motion of Xinalith pointing to their eyes before turning their fingers towards him; a heads up that they were 'watching him'. Ah, Xinalith. Never change.
And for all you lovely people, here were the answers.
Xinalith: To pluck the fuck out of Mammon's eyes.
Luxian: To get to the other side.
Kalaren: Because its friends were on the other side.
Well, Xinalith took their shot. And oh, they were gagging. It was sour, very sour, and we all know how they hate sour things. That poor demon felt like they were going to die on the spot.
Alright, next question!
What is their favourite hobby?
Sorry Io, but you both were done for. Xinalith had no idea. So, writing down their answer, they showed their board.
Learning languages.
As for Luxian, he had to think on it for a little bit, squinting his eyes at Pax in deep thought before jotting his down. Oh, he even drew a doodle of the donari doing the activity, how nice!
Hey, he got the "fuck" part right! Look at them getting to know each other~
He chuckled and took his shot. Another mild and pleasantly fruity one. Probably for the best considering all the drugs he'd been sneaking from the box.
The next question, though, was a shoe-in. He had faith in the demon. Io gave Xinalith a little nod that said "we've got this!".
Oberon clicked his tongue with a "tch".
{{ Hey! That totally counts! The imps and chickens were friends before Kalaren- ahh... whatever. }}
The little moth growled as he threw back his shot only to be knocked flat on his ass.
"Huh I really thought I was going to be getting drunk. Great job Luxian we're winning."
Pax could only assume how much of a terrible time Xinalith was having. Actually he could feel it. His poor demon. So of course he started to flirt with them. Little winks and waves. Oh even a blown kiss.
Kalaren on the other hand was staring at his drink as if it wronged his bloodline. Because the last one did.
Oberon, as a friend, I need you to lock in.
Sending the shot back he was hissing and eyes watering. It was so, so, so sour. Like he licked every lemon in existence in a concentration.
This game was becoming a lot less fun. At least Luxian wasn't suffering though!
Reading/learning
Look Kalaren's brain was not in a good place right now.
The flirting was appreciated. Scarlets wandered over to Pax as a little smile appeared on their face, the donari being met with their own little wave and blown kisses. Oh, they even made a heart of embers appear, floating towards him.
All the answers were gathered and looked over. Suddenly, confetti shot out from behind Xinalith and Io, as well as Pax and Luxian again.
Well, would ya look at that? Someone else other than Music-Man and Twinkle-toes has got a point!
And so, the answers were as followed:
Io: Learning new languages
Pax: Making music
Oberon: Napping
Next question!
What historical event is the phrase, "Remember, remember, the fifth of November" associated with on Earth?
"Io, if you do not get this answer to match with mine, I'm dragging you back to the Infernal Castle and force feeding you so much candy floss, you will dissolve when you touch a puddle."
AKA, Xinalith's way of saying: don't be fucking stupid.
As for Luxian? Oh, given how he was blinking like a frog, he had no idea. He looked up at Pax with a sorrowful look, writing down his answer.
"...I feel like I should be sorry now for this. I... do not know a lot about Earth's history."
Io clapped as they got their first point. See? Knew they could do it! But as the threats came spilling out over the next question all he could do was shake his head with a chuckle.
Have you so little faith in me?
He gave the demon a little wink before writing his answer with a smug little grin. Yeah he was feeling pretty cocky about this one.
The Gunpowder Plot of 1605
Oberon was still reeling from his awful shot.
{{ Me lock in? You lock in. "Learning"?? That's Io's thing. Ugh. Fine. I'll.... I'll do better....}}
But it was case in point as the next question was asked and he hadn't the foggiest clue what it meant. A desperate look to Io across the way for any sort of clue before shooting a sorry look to Kalaren who he was pretty sure would be as lost as he was.
The Titanic?
Oh hells...he was already reaching for the next shot.
Pax pulled a face at the ask. He has been near earth not even a decade and well he never cared to learn the history. A long sigh before he wrote...something down.
Late Halloween
He was too sober for any of this. Maybe him and Luxian should ger worse at the game.
Kalaren on the other hand looked like his brain stopped. Was that the smell of smoke? Well he did a shot and...oh, that was rather nice. He needed that. Still good luck Oberon because Kalaren had no idea about the history of anything.
The answers were gathered, checked, and the next thing that happened was confetti appearing behind Xinalith and Io. They earned themselves another point, good for them!
Though, poor Xinalith, who was a bit of a history nerd. Seeing all of the answers made them pull a face, and that only grew worse when the other answers were revealed:
Xinalith: The Gunpowder Plot of 1605.
Luxian: An Autumnal Day?
Kalaren: The 5th of November...day...thing...?
Slamming their board down, they pointed at everyone.
"Pax, I love you, this is clearly not concerning you. But the rest of you are stupid as all hells! Have you never picked up a book before? And you!"
Xinalith pointed towards Oberon then.
"The Titanic was 1912! April 15th, to be exact! They made a whole film about it! You are 300 years too early!"
The demon scoffed then, folding their arms as Mammon cleared his throat.
You done?
"...It was Guy Fawkes who conducted the Gunpowder plot with a total of 36 barrels-"
Annnd nobody cares! Next question!
What is their biggest fear?
Xinalith blinked, as did Luxian, before the pair started to jot down their answers. Neither of them had... any idea.
Oh a shocking phrase from Kalaren as he downed another-
It was safe to say Kalaren was having a rough time and whatever he was shooting was strong, a light slur in his words.
Even Pax looked over to him wide eyed at the onslaught of donari being spoken. Slowly he took his own shot, oh fruity like him. Well at least he was having a good time.
With a long groan and some very messy writing he turned the board over.
Xinalith could only click their tongue, before their eyes wandered over to the shit coming out of Kalaren's mouth. Blinking a couple of times, the demon couldn't help but snicker.
"Kal, are you okay?"
Luxian called out to him, his head a little tilted. Still, he took his shot, and ah. Lovely! It tasted a bit like honey whiskey, which was his favourite! Though, maybe that shot was a little stronger than expected, given he let out a little groan as it slammed into his head.
"Ah. He just admitted to drinking demon piss, and that he's going to let Kaztor touch his nips again."
No, he didn't say any of that. Not exactly. But this is Xinalith.
Hey, if ya want demon piss, I could hook you up with some. Anyway, movin' on!
The only pair that had confetti being shot out was, once again, Io and Xinalith.
Io: Losing Oberon.
Pax: Having to live without the people I love
Oberon: Losing Io.
Huh. Some dull ass answers here. 'Ooh, I don't wanna lose the people I loove, waahh waahh.' Get a hobby.
Who's the better kisser?
Luxian held up a hand then, a little nervous. Grinning, Mammon gestured towards him.
Yes, Mr Fantastic Fox!
"Um, it's Luxia-"
No, it isn't.
"Okay, I guess it isn't. Oh, right! Um, do we have to answer this? I mean, wouldn't it be a little odd for us to compare how we kiss with... someone we're not in a relationship with?"
Mammon just smiled and blinked at him.
Do I look like I care?
"Ah, uh. No-"
Then get those answers down! Woohoo! And you owe me me $20 for asking me a question! What a good day!!
Oh. There went a party popper, whilst Luxian just looked around perplexed. Why was he needing to give Mammon money?! This made no sense?? He didn't even have $20 on him!! Oh, whatever, best get his answer down, as the sin so... uh. Put it.
He never thought the words "Losing Oberon" would make him so happy, and yet here he was again clapping away.
Wonderful! See? That cave trip is already paying off!
Was it, Io?? In his defense the man had at this point consumed enough drugs and alcohol to knock a horse sideways.
But the next question he saw as a given. 6,000 ish years of experience vs a couple hundred? It was just simple math, really.
Xinalith
Oberon, meanwhile, was having trouble with his pen. Silk slipping involuntarily from his palms. Wings drooping like wet paper. Ever single shot had been horrendous.
All night long Kalaren had been giving him the benefit of the doubt. So in the interest of not having to drink another horrible shot:
It shouldn't be any surprise that the Sin of Greed, who is also known to be quite the big enjoyer for parties, had suddenly forced everyone to join them in one of the open rooms. Beings involved were already split up into a random assortment of teams, tables setting up with a few shots of... something plastered on them, as well as a selection of drugs neatly placed in boxes.
Oh, and a tipping jar. For each of them. Because of course.
Clearing his throat, Mammon grinned before theatrically bowing, fanning his hand out to make a microphone appear. Because... that was needed. Trust the sins to be all dramatic.
Hello, ladies, gentlemen, and whatever else you are! I've decided I'm bored and this 'party' needs a bit more life in it. So, seein' as we have several pairings 'ere, why not have some fun?
You guys heard of that 'newly weds' shit that mortals love? It's that... but with a twist! You're paired with people that you may know rather well, or you may not know. How fun!
And so, the pairings would be as followed: Fuckass and Io: Foxy and Pax: Kalaren and Mothman: Moon and Pinkie Pie!
Great names, Mammon. Yes, he did cleanly dodge that sudden empty wine bottle that was thrown at him by Xinalith.
I'll ask a question, four of you will write down your answers, and your partner has gotta answer them! If they match, congrats! If not, you're both taking a shot that's in front of you. They might be good, they might be shit. They'll switch up!
Oh, and if I get bored, I'll spice it up. Answers still have to match. We cool? We're cool. So, the first question will be for Xinalith, Luxian, Kalaren and Moon!
What is their favourite movie?
( @infernussins )
Oh! This was exciting!
Oh this was terrible.
A Sin had come along and they were hosting a game??
What fresh hell was this?
And he was paired with Xinalith, no less. Could this get any better?
At least he was with Kalaren...guess it could be worse.
Ah! An interesting question. One that, unfortunately, I haven't the faintest clue the answer to but I'm confident in my ability to riddle the answer, if you will.
He scribbled for a moment before confidently revealing his answer. A beaming smile toward Xinalith.
Casablanca 💖
Yes. He'd drawn a heart.
Meanwhile Oberon also had no clue. Some friend, huh? They'd watched movies over the years but he'd already forgotten most of them.
{{ Uhhh... }}
He wrote something down with a shrug. Then flipped it with an apologetic look to Kalaren. It said:
Pax looked over at Luxian with a thoughtful hum. They had watched a lot of movies at family dinners but he wasn't actually that sure of his favourite movie. So, scribbling an answer it was.
Girl with a Pearl Earring
It was a good movie either way.
As for Kalaren he was trying not to giggle at the answer Oberon gave for him. He'd be singing songs from that movie later.
Nymphe had no clue how she got here, or when, or why. Was there some kind of celebration happening? Why were there so many people around?
Good god, she was so lost.
And then... she was dragged into a game and asked for Moon's favourite movie.
... okay. Sure.
And so, Nymphe (still very confused) scribbled down her answer. She did completely make it up though, because one, she didn't know many movies herself; and two, she had no idea what Moon liked.
When being called a 'fuckface', of course Xinalith snarled at Mammon and fired a wine bottle at him. And, of course, the sin already expected it and dodged it. Now there was just a broken glass bottle on Io and Oberon's floor. Sorry about that one, guys.
Now, with those writing down their answers, Mammon would be sure to use his magic to bring them over to him so there wouldn't be any chance of foul play. Look, he's a demon, but he's very serious about these games. And look who the fuck is playing. Of course he was going to take extra measures.
With all the questions answered, Mammon hummed for a looong time, all melodic, before howling with laughter.
All of you, drink up! You fuckin' suck!
And so, the real answers were revealed:
Xinalith: Robots
Luxian: The Fox and the Hound
Kalaren: The Lion King
Moon: Coraline
Seeing that they had lost, Xinalith could only glare at Io. Would he have had any idea on their favourite film? No. Did they still want to win? Yes. They were competitive. Sin of pride. Either way, they took their shot, pleasantly surprised that it was fairly decent in taste. Lucky them!
Luxian couldn't blame Pax for not knowing, so he giggled also and shook his head. Ah well, it didn't matter! It was just a silly game! So, down with his shot, who was also lucky in getting one that tasted good. Something tropical!
With all the shots taken, they refilled instantly, leaving Mammon to move on with the next question.
Alright, now we're switchin' sides. So, Io, Pax, Oberon and Lotus.
What are they most likely going to go to jail for?
Xinalith stared at Io for a while before writing down their answer, making sure Io was ready before showing it off.
Stalking.
As for Luxian? He struggled a bit, tapping his lower lip with his pen before jotting his down.
Down went the shot, for Pax, it was surprisingly nice. Tart, fruity and smooth.
Kalaren just giggled and did his shot. It was great! Like a pina colada but not sweet. It was fantastic! No harm no foul they were learning more about one another!
Loitering or someone accidentally thinks he is stalking them because he is brooding in the shadows
This game is fun!
He was even waving at Luxian and drew a little fox in the corner of his white board.
"Ah a lovely time so far. No points yes but a lovely time."
Luxian couldn't help but coo as he waved back to Kalaren, even blowing him a kiss. How sweet.
Just like last time, the real answers were in Mammon's possession as he looked over them all. Suddenly, confetti shot out above Pax and Luxian's head, followed by a floating number created with embers.
One point for Mr. No-Pants and Fox boy! The rest of you, drink!
And so, the answers were revealed:
Io: Genocide
Pax: Public Indecency
Oberon: Theft
All Xinalith could really do was blink at the answer, just to look away. They wanted to snicker. They wanted to make a joke. But for once in their life, they decided to hold back. Either way, a shot was taken and... ah, another pleasant one. A little bitter, but nothing to hiss at.
"Oh, yay! I got it right!"
Luxian clapped excitedly, tail swishing around more. Should this be something to celebrate? He wasn't sure. But they got a point at least!
Alright, next question. These are boring.
Why did the chicken cross the road?
Xinalith just had to stare.
"What?"
You heard me!
"How the fuck are we supposed to-"
Answer the question or you owe me fifty souls.
"Excu-"
A hundred.
"...Fucking piece of shit..."
Welp. They were jotting their answer down, as was Luxian! Good luck guys, remember they have to match!
Io tilted his head at Xinalith's answer. Stalking? Him? Hmm. Interesting. In a way he was happy Xinalith's view of him was less severe than that of his own self. Drink time!
Oh! Fruity!
Then came the question. A strange one for sure. He knew how he'd answer it, but what about Xinalith?
Hmm...
He stared at the demon for a second before writing something down.
Why the f♡ck should I know?
It seemed like something Xinalith would say. Though he didn't like using the "f" word.
Oberon should've known Kalaren would take the "nice" route. Always looking on the bright side of people. He took a shot and-
{{ Oh hells! You're doing this on purpose! }}
There were tears in his eyes. Why did people even like alcohol??
Jotting down his answer he put something he figured Kalaren might say.
"To be fair... wouldn't it be difficult to arrest you? Different laws in realms and such? Plus you could just teleport out."
All the answers were gathered and looked over, the sin humming in thought. Then, once again, more confetti shot out over Luxian and Pax's head, the number now going up by another point.
"Oh, yay! We got another— ow?"
Before Luxian could finish his words, a rubber chicken was tossed at his head, the toy squawking when it hit him. Pouting, the vulpian rubbed his temple before looking in the general direction of where it came from, just to see a pair of scarlets glaring at him. Oh, then came the motion of Xinalith pointing to their eyes before turning their fingers towards him; a heads up that they were 'watching him'. Ah, Xinalith. Never change.
And for all you lovely people, here were the answers.
Xinalith: To pluck the fuck out of Mammon's eyes.
Luxian: To get to the other side.
Kalaren: Because its friends were on the other side.
Well, Xinalith took their shot. And oh, they were gagging. It was sour, very sour, and we all know how they hate sour things. That poor demon felt like they were going to die on the spot.
Alright, next question!
What is their favourite hobby?
Sorry Io, but you both were done for. Xinalith had no idea. So, writing down their answer, they showed their board.
Learning languages.
As for Luxian, he had to think on it for a little bit, squinting his eyes at Pax in deep thought before jotting his down. Oh, he even drew a doodle of the donari doing the activity, how nice!
Hey, he got the "fuck" part right! Look at them getting to know each other~
He chuckled and took his shot. Another mild and pleasantly fruity one. Probably for the best considering all the drugs he'd been sneaking from the box.
The next question, though, was a shoe-in. He had faith in the demon. Io gave Xinalith a little nod that said "we've got this!".
Oberon clicked his tongue with a "tch".
{{ Hey! That totally counts! The imps and chickens were friends before Kalaren- ahh... whatever. }}
The little moth growled as he threw back his shot only to be knocked flat on his ass.
"Huh I really thought I was going to be getting drunk. Great job Luxian we're winning."
Pax could only assume how much of a terrible time Xinalith was having. Actually he could feel it. His poor demon. So of course he started to flirt with them. Little winks and waves. Oh even a blown kiss.
Kalaren on the other hand was staring at his drink as if it wronged his bloodline. Because the last one did.
Oberon, as a friend, I need you to lock in.
Sending the shot back he was hissing and eyes watering. It was so, so, so sour. Like he licked every lemon in existence in a concentration.
This game was becoming a lot less fun. At least Luxian wasn't suffering though!
Reading/learning
Look Kalaren's brain was not in a good place right now.
The flirting was appreciated. Scarlets wandered over to Pax as a little smile appeared on their face, the donari being met with their own little wave and blown kisses. Oh, they even made a heart of embers appear, floating towards him.
All the answers were gathered and looked over. Suddenly, confetti shot out from behind Xinalith and Io, as well as Pax and Luxian again.
Well, would ya look at that? Someone else other than Music-Man and Twinkle-toes has got a point!
And so, the answers were as followed:
Io: Learning new languages
Pax: Making music
Oberon: Napping
Next question!
What historical event is the phrase, "Remember, remember, the fifth of November" associated with on Earth?
"Io, if you do not get this answer to match with mine, I'm dragging you back to the Infernal Castle and force feeding you so much candy floss, you will dissolve when you touch a puddle."
AKA, Xinalith's way of saying: don't be fucking stupid.
As for Luxian? Oh, given how he was blinking like a frog, he had no idea. He looked up at Pax with a sorrowful look, writing down his answer.
"...I feel like I should be sorry now for this. I... do not know a lot about Earth's history."
Io clapped as they got their first point. See? Knew they could do it! But as the threats came spilling out over the next question all he could do was shake his head with a chuckle.
Have you so little faith in me?
He gave the demon a little wink before writing his answer with a smug little grin. Yeah he was feeling pretty cocky about this one.
The Gunpowder Plot of 1605
Oberon was still reeling from his awful shot.
{{ Me lock in? You lock in. "Learning"?? That's Io's thing. Ugh. Fine. I'll.... I'll do better....}}
But it was case in point as the next question was asked and he hadn't the foggiest clue what it meant. A desperate look to Io across the way for any sort of clue before shooting a sorry look to Kalaren who he was pretty sure would be as lost as he was.
The Titanic?
Oh hells...he was already reaching for the next shot.
Pax pulled a face at the ask. He has been near earth not even a decade and well he never cared to learn the history. A long sigh before he wrote...something down.
Late Halloween
He was too sober for any of this. Maybe him and Luxian should ger worse at the game.
Kalaren on the other hand looked like his brain stopped. Was that the smell of smoke? Well he did a shot and...oh, that was rather nice. He needed that. Still good luck Oberon because Kalaren had no idea about the history of anything.
The answers were gathered, checked, and the next thing that happened was confetti appearing behind Xinalith and Io. They earned themselves another point, good for them!
Though, poor Xinalith, who was a bit of a history nerd. Seeing all of the answers made them pull a face, and that only grew worse when the other answers were revealed:
Xinalith: The Gunpowder Plot of 1605.
Luxian: An Autumnal Day?
Kalaren: The 5th of November...day...thing...?
Slamming their board down, they pointed at everyone.
"Pax, I love you, this is clearly not concerning you. But the rest of you are stupid as all hells! Have you never picked up a book before? And you!"
Xinalith pointed towards Oberon then.
"The Titanic was 1912! April 15th, to be exact! They made a whole film about it! You are 300 years too early!"
The demon scoffed then, folding their arms as Mammon cleared his throat.
You done?
"...It was Guy Fawkes who conducted the Gunpowder plot with a total of 36 barrels-"
Annnd nobody cares! Next question!
What is their biggest fear?
Xinalith blinked, as did Luxian, before the pair started to jot down their answers. Neither of them had... any idea.
Oh a shocking phrase from Kalaren as he downed another-
It was safe to say Kalaren was having a rough time and whatever he was shooting was strong, a light slur in his words.
Even Pax looked over to him wide eyed at the onslaught of donari being spoken. Slowly he took his own shot, oh fruity like him. Well at least he was having a good time.
With a long groan and some very messy writing he turned the board over.
It shouldn't be any surprise that the Sin of Greed, who is also known to be quite the big enjoyer for parties, had suddenly forced everyone to join them in one of the open rooms. Beings involved were already split up into a random assortment of teams, tables setting up with a few shots of... something plastered on them, as well as a selection of drugs neatly placed in boxes.
Oh, and a tipping jar. For each of them. Because of course.
Clearing his throat, Mammon grinned before theatrically bowing, fanning his hand out to make a microphone appear. Because... that was needed. Trust the sins to be all dramatic.
Hello, ladies, gentlemen, and whatever else you are! I've decided I'm bored and this 'party' needs a bit more life in it. So, seein' as we have several pairings 'ere, why not have some fun?
You guys heard of that 'newly weds' shit that mortals love? It's that... but with a twist! You're paired with people that you may know rather well, or you may not know. How fun!
And so, the pairings would be as followed: Fuckass and Io: Foxy and Pax: Kalaren and Mothman: Moon and Pinkie Pie!
Great names, Mammon. Yes, he did cleanly dodge that sudden empty wine bottle that was thrown at him by Xinalith.
I'll ask a question, four of you will write down your answers, and your partner has gotta answer them! If they match, congrats! If not, you're both taking a shot that's in front of you. They might be good, they might be shit. They'll switch up!
Oh, and if I get bored, I'll spice it up. Answers still have to match. We cool? We're cool. So, the first question will be for Xinalith, Luxian, Kalaren and Moon!
What is their favourite movie?
( @infernussins )
Oh! This was exciting!
Oh this was terrible.
A Sin had come along and they were hosting a game??
What fresh hell was this?
And he was paired with Xinalith, no less. Could this get any better?
At least he was with Kalaren...guess it could be worse.
Ah! An interesting question. One that, unfortunately, I haven't the faintest clue the answer to but I'm confident in my ability to riddle the answer, if you will.
He scribbled for a moment before confidently revealing his answer. A beaming smile toward Xinalith.
Casablanca 💖
Yes. He'd drawn a heart.
Meanwhile Oberon also had no clue. Some friend, huh? They'd watched movies over the years but he'd already forgotten most of them.
{{ Uhhh... }}
He wrote something down with a shrug. Then flipped it with an apologetic look to Kalaren. It said:
Pax looked over at Luxian with a thoughtful hum. They had watched a lot of movies at family dinners but he wasn't actually that sure of his favourite movie. So, scribbling an answer it was.
Girl with a Pearl Earring
It was a good movie either way.
As for Kalaren he was trying not to giggle at the answer Oberon gave for him. He'd be singing songs from that movie later.
Nymphe had no clue how she got here, or when, or why. Was there some kind of celebration happening? Why were there so many people around?
Good god, she was so lost.
And then... she was dragged into a game and asked for Moon's favourite movie.
... okay. Sure.
And so, Nymphe (still very confused) scribbled down her answer. She did completely make it up though, because one, she didn't know many movies herself; and two, she had no idea what Moon liked.
When being called a 'fuckface', of course Xinalith snarled at Mammon and fired a wine bottle at him. And, of course, the sin already expected it and dodged it. Now there was just a broken glass bottle on Io and Oberon's floor. Sorry about that one, guys.
Now, with those writing down their answers, Mammon would be sure to use his magic to bring them over to him so there wouldn't be any chance of foul play. Look, he's a demon, but he's very serious about these games. And look who the fuck is playing. Of course he was going to take extra measures.
With all the questions answered, Mammon hummed for a looong time, all melodic, before howling with laughter.
All of you, drink up! You fuckin' suck!
And so, the real answers were revealed:
Xinalith: Robots
Luxian: The Fox and the Hound
Kalaren: The Lion King
Moon: Coraline
Seeing that they had lost, Xinalith could only glare at Io. Would he have had any idea on their favourite film? No. Did they still want to win? Yes. They were competitive. Sin of pride. Either way, they took their shot, pleasantly surprised that it was fairly decent in taste. Lucky them!
Luxian couldn't blame Pax for not knowing, so he giggled also and shook his head. Ah well, it didn't matter! It was just a silly game! So, down with his shot, who was also lucky in getting one that tasted good. Something tropical!
With all the shots taken, they refilled instantly, leaving Mammon to move on with the next question.
Alright, now we're switchin' sides. So, Io, Pax, Oberon and Lotus.
What are they most likely going to go to jail for?
Xinalith stared at Io for a while before writing down their answer, making sure Io was ready before showing it off.
Stalking.
As for Luxian? He struggled a bit, tapping his lower lip with his pen before jotting his down.
Down went the shot, for Pax, it was surprisingly nice. Tart, fruity and smooth.
Kalaren just giggled and did his shot. It was great! Like a pina colada but not sweet. It was fantastic! No harm no foul they were learning more about one another!
Loitering or someone accidentally thinks he is stalking them because he is brooding in the shadows
This game is fun!
He was even waving at Luxian and drew a little fox in the corner of his white board.
"Ah a lovely time so far. No points yes but a lovely time."
Luxian couldn't help but coo as he waved back to Kalaren, even blowing him a kiss. How sweet.
Just like last time, the real answers were in Mammon's possession as he looked over them all. Suddenly, confetti shot out above Pax and Luxian's head, followed by a floating number created with embers.
One point for Mr. No-Pants and Fox boy! The rest of you, drink!
And so, the answers were revealed:
Io: Genocide
Pax: Public Indecency
Oberon: Theft
All Xinalith could really do was blink at the answer, just to look away. They wanted to snicker. They wanted to make a joke. But for once in their life, they decided to hold back. Either way, a shot was taken and... ah, another pleasant one. A little bitter, but nothing to hiss at.
"Oh, yay! I got it right!"
Luxian clapped excitedly, tail swishing around more. Should this be something to celebrate? He wasn't sure. But they got a point at least!
Alright, next question. These are boring.
Why did the chicken cross the road?
Xinalith just had to stare.
"What?"
You heard me!
"How the fuck are we supposed to-"
Answer the question or you owe me fifty souls.
"Excu-"
A hundred.
"...Fucking piece of shit..."
Welp. They were jotting their answer down, as was Luxian! Good luck guys, remember they have to match!
Io tilted his head at Xinalith's answer. Stalking? Him? Hmm. Interesting. In a way he was happy Xinalith's view of him was less severe than that of his own self. Drink time!
Oh! Fruity!
Then came the question. A strange one for sure. He knew how he'd answer it, but what about Xinalith?
Hmm...
He stared at the demon for a second before writing something down.
Why the f♡ck should I know?
It seemed like something Xinalith would say. Though he didn't like using the "f" word.
Oberon should've known Kalaren would take the "nice" route. Always looking on the bright side of people. He took a shot and-
{{ Oh hells! You're doing this on purpose! }}
There were tears in his eyes. Why did people even like alcohol??
Jotting down his answer he put something he figured Kalaren might say.
"To be fair... wouldn't it be difficult to arrest you? Different laws in realms and such? Plus you could just teleport out."
All the answers were gathered and looked over, the sin humming in thought. Then, once again, more confetti shot out over Luxian and Pax's head, the number now going up by another point.
"Oh, yay! We got another— ow?"
Before Luxian could finish his words, a rubber chicken was tossed at his head, the toy squawking when it hit him. Pouting, the vulpian rubbed his temple before looking in the general direction of where it came from, just to see a pair of scarlets glaring at him. Oh, then came the motion of Xinalith pointing to their eyes before turning their fingers towards him; a heads up that they were 'watching him'. Ah, Xinalith. Never change.
And for all you lovely people, here were the answers.
Xinalith: To pluck the fuck out of Mammon's eyes.
Luxian: To get to the other side.
Kalaren: Because its friends were on the other side.
Well, Xinalith took their shot. And oh, they were gagging. It was sour, very sour, and we all know how they hate sour things. That poor demon felt like they were going to die on the spot.
Alright, next question!
What is their favourite hobby?
Sorry Io, but you both were done for. Xinalith had no idea. So, writing down their answer, they showed their board.
Learning languages.
As for Luxian, he had to think on it for a little bit, squinting his eyes at Pax in deep thought before jotting his down. Oh, he even drew a doodle of the donari doing the activity, how nice!
Hey, he got the "fuck" part right! Look at them getting to know each other~
He chuckled and took his shot. Another mild and pleasantly fruity one. Probably for the best considering all the drugs he'd been sneaking from the box.
The next question, though, was a shoe-in. He had faith in the demon. Io gave Xinalith a little nod that said "we've got this!".
Oberon clicked his tongue with a "tch".
{{ Hey! That totally counts! The imps and chickens were friends before Kalaren- ahh... whatever. }}
The little moth growled as he threw back his shot only to be knocked flat on his ass.
"Huh I really thought I was going to be getting drunk. Great job Luxian we're winning."
Pax could only assume how much of a terrible time Xinalith was having. Actually he could feel it. His poor demon. So of course he started to flirt with them. Little winks and waves. Oh even a blown kiss.
Kalaren on the other hand was staring at his drink as if it wronged his bloodline. Because the last one did.
Oberon, as a friend, I need you to lock in.
Sending the shot back he was hissing and eyes watering. It was so, so, so sour. Like he licked every lemon in existence in a concentration.
This game was becoming a lot less fun. At least Luxian wasn't suffering though!
Reading/learning
Look Kalaren's brain was not in a good place right now.
The flirting was appreciated. Scarlets wandered over to Pax as a little smile appeared on their face, the donari being met with their own little wave and blown kisses. Oh, they even made a heart of embers appear, floating towards him.
All the answers were gathered and looked over. Suddenly, confetti shot out from behind Xinalith and Io, as well as Pax and Luxian again.
Well, would ya look at that? Someone else other than Music-Man and Twinkle-toes has got a point!
And so, the answers were as followed:
Io: Learning new languages
Pax: Making music
Oberon: Napping
Next question!
What historical event is the phrase, "Remember, remember, the fifth of November" associated with on Earth?
"Io, if you do not get this answer to match with mine, I'm dragging you back to the Infernal Castle and force feeding you so much candy floss, you will dissolve when you touch a puddle."
AKA, Xinalith's way of saying: don't be fucking stupid.
As for Luxian? Oh, given how he was blinking like a frog, he had no idea. He looked up at Pax with a sorrowful look, writing down his answer.
"...I feel like I should be sorry now for this. I... do not know a lot about Earth's history."
Io clapped as they got their first point. See? Knew they could do it! But as the threats came spilling out over the next question all he could do was shake his head with a chuckle.
Have you so little faith in me?
He gave the demon a little wink before writing his answer with a smug little grin. Yeah he was feeling pretty cocky about this one.
The Gunpowder Plot of 1605
Oberon was still reeling from his awful shot.
{{ Me lock in? You lock in. "Learning"?? That's Io's thing. Ugh. Fine. I'll.... I'll do better....}}
But it was case in point as the next question was asked and he hadn't the foggiest clue what it meant. A desperate look to Io across the way for any sort of clue before shooting a sorry look to Kalaren who he was pretty sure would be as lost as he was.
The Titanic?
Oh hells...he was already reaching for the next shot.
Pax pulled a face at the ask. He has been near earth not even a decade and well he never cared to learn the history. A long sigh before he wrote...something down.
Late Halloween
He was too sober for any of this. Maybe him and Luxian should ger worse at the game.
Kalaren on the other hand looked like his brain stopped. Was that the smell of smoke? Well he did a shot and...oh, that was rather nice. He needed that. Still good luck Oberon because Kalaren had no idea about the history of anything.
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It shouldn't be any surprise that the Sin of Greed, who is also known to be quite the big enjoyer for parties, had suddenly forced everyone to join them in one of the open rooms. Beings involved were already split up into a random assortment of teams, tables setting up with a few shots of... something plastered on them, as well as a selection of drugs neatly placed in boxes.
Oh, and a tipping jar. For each of them. Because of course.
Clearing his throat, Mammon grinned before theatrically bowing, fanning his hand out to make a microphone appear. Because... that was needed. Trust the sins to be all dramatic.
Hello, ladies, gentlemen, and whatever else you are! I've decided I'm bored and this 'party' needs a bit more life in it. So, seein' as we have several pairings 'ere, why not have some fun?
You guys heard of that 'newly weds' shit that mortals love? It's that... but with a twist! You're paired with people that you may know rather well, or you may not know. How fun!
And so, the pairings would be as followed: Fuckass and Io: Foxy and Pax: Kalaren and Mothman: Moon and Pinkie Pie!
Great names, Mammon. Yes, he did cleanly dodge that sudden empty wine bottle that was thrown at him by Xinalith.
I'll ask a question, four of you will write down your answers, and your partner has gotta answer them! If they match, congrats! If not, you're both taking a shot that's in front of you. They might be good, they might be shit. They'll switch up!
Oh, and if I get bored, I'll spice it up. Answers still have to match. We cool? We're cool. So, the first question will be for Xinalith, Luxian, Kalaren and Moon!
What is their favourite movie?
( @infernussins )
Oh! This was exciting!
Oh this was terrible.
A Sin had come along and they were hosting a game??
What fresh hell was this?
And he was paired with Xinalith, no less. Could this get any better?
At least he was with Kalaren...guess it could be worse.
Ah! An interesting question. One that, unfortunately, I haven't the faintest clue the answer to but I'm confident in my ability to riddle the answer, if you will.
He scribbled for a moment before confidently revealing his answer. A beaming smile toward Xinalith.
Casablanca 💖
Yes. He'd drawn a heart.
Meanwhile Oberon also had no clue. Some friend, huh? They'd watched movies over the years but he'd already forgotten most of them.
{{ Uhhh... }}
He wrote something down with a shrug. Then flipped it with an apologetic look to Kalaren. It said:
Pax looked over at Luxian with a thoughtful hum. They had watched a lot of movies at family dinners but he wasn't actually that sure of his favourite movie. So, scribbling an answer it was.
Girl with a Pearl Earring
It was a good movie either way.
As for Kalaren he was trying not to giggle at the answer Oberon gave for him. He'd be singing songs from that movie later.
Nymphe had no clue how she got here, or when, or why. Was there some kind of celebration happening? Why were there so many people around?
Good god, she was so lost.
And then... she was dragged into a game and asked for Moon's favourite movie.
... okay. Sure.
And so, Nymphe (still very confused) scribbled down her answer. She did completely make it up though, because one, she didn't know many movies herself; and two, she had no idea what Moon liked.
When being called a 'fuckface', of course Xinalith snarled at Mammon and fired a wine bottle at him. And, of course, the sin already expected it and dodged it. Now there was just a broken glass bottle on Io and Oberon's floor. Sorry about that one, guys.
Now, with those writing down their answers, Mammon would be sure to use his magic to bring them over to him so there wouldn't be any chance of foul play. Look, he's a demon, but he's very serious about these games. And look who the fuck is playing. Of course he was going to take extra measures.
With all the questions answered, Mammon hummed for a looong time, all melodic, before howling with laughter.
All of you, drink up! You fuckin' suck!
And so, the real answers were revealed:
Xinalith: Robots
Luxian: The Fox and the Hound
Kalaren: The Lion King
Moon: Coraline
Seeing that they had lost, Xinalith could only glare at Io. Would he have had any idea on their favourite film? No. Did they still want to win? Yes. They were competitive. Sin of pride. Either way, they took their shot, pleasantly surprised that it was fairly decent in taste. Lucky them!
Luxian couldn't blame Pax for not knowing, so he giggled also and shook his head. Ah well, it didn't matter! It was just a silly game! So, down with his shot, who was also lucky in getting one that tasted good. Something tropical!
With all the shots taken, they refilled instantly, leaving Mammon to move on with the next question.
Alright, now we're switchin' sides. So, Io, Pax, Oberon and Lotus.
What are they most likely going to go to jail for?
Xinalith stared at Io for a while before writing down their answer, making sure Io was ready before showing it off.
Stalking.
As for Luxian? He struggled a bit, tapping his lower lip with his pen before jotting his down.
Down went the shot, for Pax, it was surprisingly nice. Tart, fruity and smooth.
Kalaren just giggled and did his shot. It was great! Like a pina colada but not sweet. It was fantastic! No harm no foul they were learning more about one another!
Loitering or someone accidentally thinks he is stalking them because he is brooding in the shadows
This game is fun!
He was even waving at Luxian and drew a little fox in the corner of his white board.
"Ah a lovely time so far. No points yes but a lovely time."
Luxian couldn't help but coo as he waved back to Kalaren, even blowing him a kiss. How sweet.
Just like last time, the real answers were in Mammon's possession as he looked over them all. Suddenly, confetti shot out above Pax and Luxian's head, followed by a floating number created with embers.
One point for Mr. No-Pants and Fox boy! The rest of you, drink!
And so, the answers were revealed:
Io: Genocide
Pax: Public Indecency
Oberon: Theft
All Xinalith could really do was blink at the answer, just to look away. They wanted to snicker. They wanted to make a joke. But for once in their life, they decided to hold back. Either way, a shot was taken and... ah, another pleasant one. A little bitter, but nothing to hiss at.
"Oh, yay! I got it right!"
Luxian clapped excitedly, tail swishing around more. Should this be something to celebrate? He wasn't sure. But they got a point at least!
Alright, next question. These are boring.
Why did the chicken cross the road?
Xinalith just had to stare.
"What?"
You heard me!
"How the fuck are we supposed to-"
Answer the question or you owe me fifty souls.
"Excu-"
A hundred.
"...Fucking piece of shit..."
Welp. They were jotting their answer down, as was Luxian! Good luck guys, remember they have to match!
Io tilted his head at Xinalith's answer. Stalking? Him? Hmm. Interesting. In a way he was happy Xinalith's view of him was less severe than that of his own self. Drink time!
Oh! Fruity!
Then came the question. A strange one for sure. He knew how he'd answer it, but what about Xinalith?
Hmm...
He stared at the demon for a second before writing something down.
Why the f♡ck should I know?
It seemed like something Xinalith would say. Though he didn't like using the "f" word.
Oberon should've known Kalaren would take the "nice" route. Always looking on the bright side of people. He took a shot and-
{{ Oh hells! You're doing this on purpose! }}
There were tears in his eyes. Why did people even like alcohol??
Jotting down his answer he put something he figured Kalaren might say.
"To be fair... wouldn't it be difficult to arrest you? Different laws in realms and such? Plus you could just teleport out."
All the answers were gathered and looked over, the sin humming in thought. Then, once again, more confetti shot out over Luxian and Pax's head, the number now going up by another point.
"Oh, yay! We got another— ow?"
Before Luxian could finish his words, a rubber chicken was tossed at his head, the toy squawking when it hit him. Pouting, the vulpian rubbed his temple before looking in the general direction of where it came from, just to see a pair of scarlets glaring at him. Oh, then came the motion of Xinalith pointing to their eyes before turning their fingers towards him; a heads up that they were 'watching him'. Ah, Xinalith. Never change.
And for all you lovely people, here were the answers.
Xinalith: To pluck the fuck out of Mammon's eyes.
Luxian: To get to the other side.
Kalaren: Because its friends were on the other side.
Well, Xinalith took their shot. And oh, they were gagging. It was sour, very sour, and we all know how they hate sour things. That poor demon felt like they were going to die on the spot.
Alright, next question!
What is their favourite hobby?
Sorry Io, but you both were done for. Xinalith had no idea. So, writing down their answer, they showed their board.
Learning languages.
As for Luxian, he had to think on it for a little bit, squinting his eyes at Pax in deep thought before jotting his down. Oh, he even drew a doodle of the donari doing the activity, how nice!
Hey, he got the "fuck" part right! Look at them getting to know each other~
He chuckled and took his shot. Another mild and pleasantly fruity one. Probably for the best considering all the drugs he'd been sneaking from the box.
The next question, though, was a shoe-in. He had faith in the demon. Io gave Xinalith a little nod that said "we've got this!".
Oberon clicked his tongue with a "tch".
{{ Hey! That totally counts! The imps and chickens were friends before Kalaren- ahh... whatever. }}
The little moth growled as he threw back his shot only to be knocked flat on his ass.
"Huh I really thought I was going to be getting drunk. Great job Luxian we're winning."
Pax could only assume how much of a terrible time Xinalith was having. Actually he could feel it. His poor demon. So of course he started to flirt with them. Little winks and waves. Oh even a blown kiss.
Kalaren on the other hand was staring at his drink as if it wronged his bloodline. Because the last one did.
Oberon, as a friend, I need you to lock in.
Sending the shot back he was hissing and eyes watering. It was so, so, so sour. Like he licked every lemon in existence in a concentration.
This game was becoming a lot less fun. At least Luxian wasn't suffering though!
Reading/learning
Look Kalaren's brain was not in a good place right now.
It shouldn't be any surprise that the Sin of Greed, who is also known to be quite the big enjoyer for parties, had suddenly forced everyone to join them in one of the open rooms. Beings involved were already split up into a random assortment of teams, tables setting up with a few shots of... something plastered on them, as well as a selection of drugs neatly placed in boxes.
Oh, and a tipping jar. For each of them. Because of course.
Clearing his throat, Mammon grinned before theatrically bowing, fanning his hand out to make a microphone appear. Because... that was needed. Trust the sins to be all dramatic.
Hello, ladies, gentlemen, and whatever else you are! I've decided I'm bored and this 'party' needs a bit more life in it. So, seein' as we have several pairings 'ere, why not have some fun?
You guys heard of that 'newly weds' shit that mortals love? It's that... but with a twist! You're paired with people that you may know rather well, or you may not know. How fun!
And so, the pairings would be as followed: Fuckass and Io: Foxy and Pax: Kalaren and Mothman: Moon and Pinkie Pie!
Great names, Mammon. Yes, he did cleanly dodge that sudden empty wine bottle that was thrown at him by Xinalith.
I'll ask a question, four of you will write down your answers, and your partner has gotta answer them! If they match, congrats! If not, you're both taking a shot that's in front of you. They might be good, they might be shit. They'll switch up!
Oh, and if I get bored, I'll spice it up. Answers still have to match. We cool? We're cool. So, the first question will be for Xinalith, Luxian, Kalaren and Moon!
What is their favourite movie?
( @infernussins )
Oh! This was exciting!
Oh this was terrible.
A Sin had come along and they were hosting a game??
What fresh hell was this?
And he was paired with Xinalith, no less. Could this get any better?
At least he was with Kalaren...guess it could be worse.
Ah! An interesting question. One that, unfortunately, I haven't the faintest clue the answer to but I'm confident in my ability to riddle the answer, if you will.
He scribbled for a moment before confidently revealing his answer. A beaming smile toward Xinalith.
Casablanca 💖
Yes. He'd drawn a heart.
Meanwhile Oberon also had no clue. Some friend, huh? They'd watched movies over the years but he'd already forgotten most of them.
{{ Uhhh... }}
He wrote something down with a shrug. Then flipped it with an apologetic look to Kalaren. It said:
Pax looked over at Luxian with a thoughtful hum. They had watched a lot of movies at family dinners but he wasn't actually that sure of his favourite movie. So, scribbling an answer it was.
Girl with a Pearl Earring
It was a good movie either way.
As for Kalaren he was trying not to giggle at the answer Oberon gave for him. He'd be singing songs from that movie later.
Nymphe had no clue how she got here, or when, or why. Was there some kind of celebration happening? Why were there so many people around?
Good god, she was so lost.
And then... she was dragged into a game and asked for Moon's favourite movie.
... okay. Sure.
And so, Nymphe (still very confused) scribbled down her answer. She did completely make it up though, because one, she didn't know many movies herself; and two, she had no idea what Moon liked.
When being called a 'fuckface', of course Xinalith snarled at Mammon and fired a wine bottle at him. And, of course, the sin already expected it and dodged it. Now there was just a broken glass bottle on Io and Oberon's floor. Sorry about that one, guys.
Now, with those writing down their answers, Mammon would be sure to use his magic to bring them over to him so there wouldn't be any chance of foul play. Look, he's a demon, but he's very serious about these games. And look who the fuck is playing. Of course he was going to take extra measures.
With all the questions answered, Mammon hummed for a looong time, all melodic, before howling with laughter.
All of you, drink up! You fuckin' suck!
And so, the real answers were revealed:
Xinalith: Robots
Luxian: The Fox and the Hound
Kalaren: The Lion King
Moon: Coraline
Seeing that they had lost, Xinalith could only glare at Io. Would he have had any idea on their favourite film? No. Did they still want to win? Yes. They were competitive. Sin of pride. Either way, they took their shot, pleasantly surprised that it was fairly decent in taste. Lucky them!
Luxian couldn't blame Pax for not knowing, so he giggled also and shook his head. Ah well, it didn't matter! It was just a silly game! So, down with his shot, who was also lucky in getting one that tasted good. Something tropical!
With all the shots taken, they refilled instantly, leaving Mammon to move on with the next question.
Alright, now we're switchin' sides. So, Io, Pax, Oberon and Lotus.
What are they most likely going to go to jail for?
Xinalith stared at Io for a while before writing down their answer, making sure Io was ready before showing it off.
Stalking.
As for Luxian? He struggled a bit, tapping his lower lip with his pen before jotting his down.
Down went the shot, for Pax, it was surprisingly nice. Tart, fruity and smooth.
Kalaren just giggled and did his shot. It was great! Like a pina colada but not sweet. It was fantastic! No harm no foul they were learning more about one another!
Loitering or someone accidentally thinks he is stalking them because he is brooding in the shadows
This game is fun!
He was even waving at Luxian and drew a little fox in the corner of his white board.
"Ah a lovely time so far. No points yes but a lovely time."
Luxian couldn't help but coo as he waved back to Kalaren, even blowing him a kiss. How sweet.
Just like last time, the real answers were in Mammon's possession as he looked over them all. Suddenly, confetti shot out above Pax and Luxian's head, followed by a floating number created with embers.
One point for Mr. No-Pants and Fox boy! The rest of you, drink!
And so, the answers were revealed:
Io: Genocide
Pax: Public Indecency
Oberon: Theft
All Xinalith could really do was blink at the answer, just to look away. They wanted to snicker. They wanted to make a joke. But for once in their life, they decided to hold back. Either way, a shot was taken and... ah, another pleasant one. A little bitter, but nothing to hiss at.
"Oh, yay! I got it right!"
Luxian clapped excitedly, tail swishing around more. Should this be something to celebrate? He wasn't sure. But they got a point at least!
Alright, next question. These are boring.
Why did the chicken cross the road?
Xinalith just had to stare.
"What?"
You heard me!
"How the fuck are we supposed to-"
Answer the question or you owe me fifty souls.
"Excu-"
A hundred.
"...Fucking piece of shit..."
Welp. They were jotting their answer down, as was Luxian! Good luck guys, remember they have to match!
Io tilted his head at Xinalith's answer. Stalking? Him? Hmm. Interesting. In a way he was happy Xinalith's view of him was less severe than that of his own self. Drink time!
Oh! Fruity!
Then came the question. A strange one for sure. He knew how he'd answer it, but what about Xinalith?
Hmm...
He stared at the demon for a second before writing something down.
Why the f♡ck should I know?
It seemed like something Xinalith would say. Though he didn't like using the "f" word.
Oberon should've known Kalaren would take the "nice" route. Always looking on the bright side of people. He took a shot and-
{{ Oh hells! You're doing this on purpose! }}
There were tears in his eyes. Why did people even like alcohol??
Jotting down his answer he put something he figured Kalaren might say.
It shouldn't be any surprise that the Sin of Greed, who is also known to be quite the big enjoyer for parties, had suddenly forced everyone to join them in one of the open rooms. Beings involved were already split up into a random assortment of teams, tables setting up with a few shots of... something plastered on them, as well as a selection of drugs neatly placed in boxes.
Oh, and a tipping jar. For each of them. Because of course.
Clearing his throat, Mammon grinned before theatrically bowing, fanning his hand out to make a microphone appear. Because... that was needed. Trust the sins to be all dramatic.
Hello, ladies, gentlemen, and whatever else you are! I've decided I'm bored and this 'party' needs a bit more life in it. So, seein' as we have several pairings 'ere, why not have some fun?
You guys heard of that 'newly weds' shit that mortals love? It's that... but with a twist! You're paired with people that you may know rather well, or you may not know. How fun!
And so, the pairings would be as followed: Fuckass and Io: Foxy and Pax: Kalaren and Mothman: Moon and Pinkie Pie!
Great names, Mammon. Yes, he did cleanly dodge that sudden empty wine bottle that was thrown at him by Xinalith.
I'll ask a question, four of you will write down your answers, and your partner has gotta answer them! If they match, congrats! If not, you're both taking a shot that's in front of you. They might be good, they might be shit. They'll switch up!
Oh, and if I get bored, I'll spice it up. Answers still have to match. We cool? We're cool. So, the first question will be for Xinalith, Luxian, Kalaren and Moon!
What is their favourite movie?
( @infernussins )
Oh! This was exciting!
Oh this was terrible.
A Sin had come along and they were hosting a game??
What fresh hell was this?
And he was paired with Xinalith, no less. Could this get any better?
At least he was with Kalaren...guess it could be worse.
Ah! An interesting question. One that, unfortunately, I haven't the faintest clue the answer to but I'm confident in my ability to riddle the answer, if you will.
He scribbled for a moment before confidently revealing his answer. A beaming smile toward Xinalith.
Casablanca 💖
Yes. He'd drawn a heart.
Meanwhile Oberon also had no clue. Some friend, huh? They'd watched movies over the years but he'd already forgotten most of them.
{{ Uhhh... }}
He wrote something down with a shrug. Then flipped it with an apologetic look to Kalaren. It said:
Pax looked over at Luxian with a thoughtful hum. They had watched a lot of movies at family dinners but he wasn't actually that sure of his favourite movie. So, scribbling an answer it was.
Girl with a Pearl Earring
It was a good movie either way.
As for Kalaren he was trying not to giggle at the answer Oberon gave for him. He'd be singing songs from that movie later.
Nymphe had no clue how she got here, or when, or why. Was there some kind of celebration happening? Why were there so many people around?
Good god, she was so lost.
And then... she was dragged into a game and asked for Moon's favourite movie.
... okay. Sure.
And so, Nymphe (still very confused) scribbled down her answer. She did completely make it up though, because one, she didn't know many movies herself; and two, she had no idea what Moon liked.
When being called a 'fuckface', of course Xinalith snarled at Mammon and fired a wine bottle at him. And, of course, the sin already expected it and dodged it. Now there was just a broken glass bottle on Io and Oberon's floor. Sorry about that one, guys.
Now, with those writing down their answers, Mammon would be sure to use his magic to bring them over to him so there wouldn't be any chance of foul play. Look, he's a demon, but he's very serious about these games. And look who the fuck is playing. Of course he was going to take extra measures.
With all the questions answered, Mammon hummed for a looong time, all melodic, before howling with laughter.
All of you, drink up! You fuckin' suck!
And so, the real answers were revealed:
Xinalith: Robots
Luxian: The Fox and the Hound
Kalaren: The Lion King
Moon: Coraline
Seeing that they had lost, Xinalith could only glare at Io. Would he have had any idea on their favourite film? No. Did they still want to win? Yes. They were competitive. Sin of pride. Either way, they took their shot, pleasantly surprised that it was fairly decent in taste. Lucky them!
Luxian couldn't blame Pax for not knowing, so he giggled also and shook his head. Ah well, it didn't matter! It was just a silly game! So, down with his shot, who was also lucky in getting one that tasted good. Something tropical!
With all the shots taken, they refilled instantly, leaving Mammon to move on with the next question.
Alright, now we're switchin' sides. So, Io, Pax, Oberon and Lotus.
What are they most likely going to go to jail for?
Xinalith stared at Io for a while before writing down their answer, making sure Io was ready before showing it off.
Stalking.
As for Luxian? He struggled a bit, tapping his lower lip with his pen before jotting his down.
Down went the shot, for Pax, it was surprisingly nice. Tart, fruity and smooth.
Kalaren just giggled and did his shot. It was great! Like a pina colada but not sweet. It was fantastic! No harm no foul they were learning more about one another!
Loitering or someone accidentally thinks he is stalking them because he is brooding in the shadows
This game is fun!
He was even waving at Luxian and drew a little fox in the corner of his white board.
"Ah a lovely time so far. No points yes but a lovely time."
It shouldn't be any surprise that the Sin of Greed, who is also known to be quite the big enjoyer for parties, had suddenly forced everyone to join them in one of the open rooms. Beings involved were already split up into a random assortment of teams, tables setting up with a few shots of... something plastered on them, as well as a selection of drugs neatly placed in boxes.
Oh, and a tipping jar. For each of them. Because of course.
Clearing his throat, Mammon grinned before theatrically bowing, fanning his hand out to make a microphone appear. Because... that was needed. Trust the sins to be all dramatic.
Hello, ladies, gentlemen, and whatever else you are! I've decided I'm bored and this 'party' needs a bit more life in it. So, seein' as we have several pairings 'ere, why not have some fun?
You guys heard of that 'newly weds' shit that mortals love? It's that... but with a twist! You're paired with people that you may know rather well, or you may not know. How fun!
And so, the pairings would be as followed: Fuckass and Io: Foxy and Pax: Kalaren and Mothman: Moon and Pinkie Pie!
Great names, Mammon. Yes, he did cleanly dodge that sudden empty wine bottle that was thrown at him by Xinalith.
I'll ask a question, four of you will write down your answers, and your partner has gotta answer them! If they match, congrats! If not, you're both taking a shot that's in front of you. They might be good, they might be shit. They'll switch up!
Oh, and if I get bored, I'll spice it up. Answers still have to match. We cool? We're cool. So, the first question will be for Xinalith, Luxian, Kalaren and Moon!
What is their favourite movie?
( @infernussins )
Oh! This was exciting!
Oh this was terrible.
A Sin had come along and they were hosting a game??
What fresh hell was this?
And he was paired with Xinalith, no less. Could this get any better?
At least he was with Kalaren...guess it could be worse.
Ah! An interesting question. One that, unfortunately, I haven't the faintest clue the answer to but I'm confident in my ability to riddle the answer, if you will.
He scribbled for a moment before confidently revealing his answer. A beaming smile toward Xinalith.
Casablanca 💖
Yes. He'd drawn a heart.
Meanwhile Oberon also had no clue. Some friend, huh? They'd watched movies over the years but he'd already forgotten most of them.
{{ Uhhh... }}
He wrote something down with a shrug. Then flipped it with an apologetic look to Kalaren. It said:
Pax looked over at Luxian with a thoughtful hum. They had watched a lot of movies at family dinners but he wasn't actually that sure of his favourite movie. So, scribbling an answer it was.
Girl with a Pearl Earring
It was a good movie either way.
As for Kalaren he was trying not to giggle at the answer Oberon gave for him. He'd be singing songs from that movie later.
Kalaren and Pax showed up, chuckling, nudging one another. It was finally the time Oberon told them about, Io's birthday. They had no idea what to expect but were happy to be there.
Knock knock!
The younger donari called through the reliquary.
The pair were unsure if Io was aware of his party or not by this point.
Io was coming down the stairs in a fluster, several books and what appeared to be a hand-written document balanced carefully in his arms.
I looked into the discrepancy you mentioned. I've prepared a twelve page report and yet I made no finding of any translation error. Are you sure you saw one?
You see, Io didn't know there was a party. He didn't know Oberon had planned anything at all. In fact, several hours ago, Oberon had gone rushing to him with some "grave news". A translation discrepancy across two different reports in ancient Sanskrit. One claiming a man had traded his wife for three goats. Another claiming he'd traded his goats for three wives. Either way, it was incredibly misogynistic. But surely Io could get to the bottom of it. In the meantime, while the sunny man was preoccupied with the absolute nothingburger, Oberon had decked out the first floor of the Reliquary in full party flare. Complete with a lovely outdoor area by the koi pond. Nice work, Obie!
Was that... Oh! Kalaren!
He looked up from his notes for the first time and realized at last all the changes that had been made.
And Pax too!
Tables laid out, music filtering through, a bashful Oberon shuffling his foot near their guests.
Now Pax and Kalaren would have no idea what Io was yelling about but hey, he was here now.
"Hello Io, a pleasure as always. I'm not sure we should be the ones to tell you, is Oberon around?"
It felt only right his boyfriend that put all this together was the one that should tell him.
"I do hope you don't mind us dropping in like this though. It does seem like you were busy with something."
Kalaren was biting the inside of his cheeks, bouncing on his toes. The man was about to explode trying not to burst out "Happy birthday!" and tackling Io into a hug. Not to mention the gifts! There were gifts to be given! But like Pax said they should wait for Oberon first.
Oberon was shuffling up behind them looking awkward as ever.
Thanks for coming.
He gave them each a little half-smile, a pat on Kalaren's arm as he walked by. Then he took the books and papers from Io, freeing him up and snapping them away so they returned neatly to their shelves upstairs.
I lied to you.
He said, giving the Aurathi's arm a loving little punch.
You didn't think I wasn't going to do anything for your birthday, did you? Round number and all...
The words had barely left Oberon's mouth before he was being aggressively hugged by the towering man.
OBIEEEE!!!
Oh. Yep. And there were the tears.
Oh gods...Kalaren help...
Io simply squeezed harder, tucking the little moth off under one arm and opening the other with a wave to Kalaren to get in the mix. Pax too if he wanted. Io didn't discriminate.
Thank you! Thank you! Indeed! I was! As were you! Oh why thank you!
It was ridiculous, really. Oberon was getting squished. Io was endlessly thanking a rambling Kalaren. The floor was now littered in wing dust and golden tear drops. Even some of the flame beings were trying to join in, hugging onto ankles and narrowly avoiding getting stepped on.
When Oberon finally broke himself free, he looked to Pax with an already exhausted expression.
Better to do it now rather than later when he's inevitably wasted.
It was no secret Io liked to indulge. Might as well catch him while his mind was still unaltered.
No offence to anyone but as mentioned there were golden tears and wing dust, so Pax let a flash fire take him over to cleanse it off. If Xinalith made an appearance best he not be shimmering and shining.
"Well allow me to go first then."
Pax pulled out the wrapped gift. Pretty gold paper that shimmered brightly in the light and a golden ribbon. A thick book but a book shape none the less.
"Here you are. Something from me and technically Moon. All be it begrudgingly from her."
As mentioned it was a copy of Moon's work on the donari archive. The knowledge of their biology as a species. He would be the only being outside of their family with this knowledge, so a big gift indeed.
Neither would take offense. Io wouldn't even blink and Oberon, well, he was used to it.
Even before the gift was opened, Io was beside himself. Already he was shocked to have people gathered here for his sake. And they'd brought gifts? It was almost too much. He gently accepted the shining parcel with a little bow and stared in disbelief as Pax said the gift had come from not only himself, but Moon as well.
A warm smile brightened his face.
Truly, you didn't have to-
As the paper revealed what lay beneath, tears of the same golden color began to well up once again. He had to be careful to stop them this time, for this was far too precious to blemish.
I-
Speechless. Completely and utterly speechless. Carefully, he lifted the cover and scanned several of the pages, ember eyes darting quickly over the information. Could everyone hear his heart? Because he certainly could! It was pounding in his ears.
Pax...
Oberon watched with a small smile. This was big. Bigger than big. For all his extroversion Io was, somehow, a bit of a loner. Now here people were sharing in his existence. Even Moon- someone he so greatly admired- having contributed in a meaningful way. Albeit begrudgingly.
{{ Here, I got it. }}
Io passed the book momentarily to Oberon as he held out a hand to Pax. Assuming he took it, Io gave the man a deep bow of gratitude- words coming in hushed awe.
I don't even know what to say. I will cherish it dearly.
He had to wipe a stray tear as he stood back up. The brightest smile Oberon had ever seen breaking across the man's face as he reclaimed the precious text.
Pax adored gift giving. Seeing people so happy over a thoughtful gift always warmed his heart.
"I'm glad you like it. Obviously this stays with you and Oberon, that was Moon's rule for letting it go, but it's all yours to do with as you seek. A dead species come to life."
My turn!
Look he was doing his best to behave and remain calm but he loved birthdays. Giving gifts, celebrating people he liked, it was the best time!
Once more bouncing on his toes he handed over a gift. It was smaller, about the size of a picture frame, wrapped in silver and blue stripes with stickers all over it.
Inside was a shadow box. Inside was an array of candid pictures of Io and Oberon. When light shined through it the pictures would show up on a flat surface like a film strip. Kalaren took a lot of photos, of landscapes, of people, of whatever was around. That included his two friends. All of that was on display in the frame. His photography hobby coming in handy.
He nodded in earnest, flipping through the book once again, eyes of flame dancing with excitement. Oh he could just sit down and read the whole thing right now. But his head snapped up at the last sentence.
Come to life, indeed.
He smiled at the two Donari he was so grateful to know.
This is going on the third floor. Right next to my section on the Velari. It'll have its own classification.
High praise. The highest, really. Io basically lived on the third floor. Moreso now with this grand new addition.
Oberon gently took it from him again as Io turned his attention to a very excited Kalaren.
The Aurathi smiled and giggled, pushing hair behind his ear as he looked over all the stickers.
Did this yourself, I take it?
He teased. It was wonderful. Long fingers opened it carefully so as to preserve the wrapping and stickers. Why yes, he would be saving them, thank you very much!
But teasing eyes went wide as he saw what was inside. It should come as a surprise to no one, he was once again forced to wipe way tears.
When did you-
{{ When did you- }}
Oberon was beet red. One free hand coming up to tug at one of his own burning ears. How? When? Oh gods...
But there was that smile again. Huge and glowing and full of life. Each memory so special. Each picture so beautifully taken.
Kalaren...
He pulled him in for another hug, gently clunking his head against Kalaren's in an affectionate sort of way.
I had no idea I had such an incredibly talented friend.
"I'm glad you liked it. Now if you excuse me a drink is calling my name. I'll find you later for some birthday shots."
When Pax said shots, it was going to be a lot of shots. A problem for another time...or well in the near future. Still he excused himself and slipped off. Who knows what he was planning.
Kalaren meanwhile was watching with starry eyes to see if Io liked the gift or not. Judging from the reaction, he did good though.
I'm glad you like it.
I take a lot of pictures of people. I like seeing the moments they are just being themself. I hope you don't mind. Then I also know you are like light, Oberon is like shadow, so...shadow box.
But seriously happy birthday! How do you want to celebrate? Io day. Anything you want, just name it and we can do it.
Yes he was voluntolding Oberon into this too. Group activities and all that.
Io saw Pax off with a little wave. Shots sounded fun. He'd barely had time to register all the food and drink around the Reliquary. When had Oberon possibly found the time to get all of this?
As for Kalaren, Io didn't mind one bit the candid photography.
And Oberon, well...
{{ I can't even complain. These are...really good. }}
The mention of Io and Oberon being like the light and shadow the gift represented caused Io to let out a little sob, holding it close to his chest.
{{ Get ahold of yourself you sap. }}
I'm sorry. It's just so thoughtful.
As a child his birthdays weren't celebrated. As a god they were irrelevant. Gods did not die. Therefore they were not born. Or something like that. So the only birthdays he'd ever known were the quiet ones spent with Oberon over the last ten years. And this one was especially meaningful.
{{ It'll be a bit before everyone else gets here, so go crazy. }}
Oh! Okay!
He was walking to his desk to set up the shadowbox. A small orb of perfect sunlight crafted into existence and set afloat so it illuminated the photos. He had no idea Kalaren was into photography. What else didn't he know about the man?
Why don't we do one of those "never have I ever" games. But with four fingers since Obie dear is at a disadvantage. If you want to really make things interesting we can take a shot for each finger you put down!
The Aurathi held up four long fingers and grabbed a glass of pinkish liquid from a nearby table.
Let's see....
Never have I ever... stabbed anyone.
{{ Oh fuck you. You've killed lots of people. }}
Yes, but never stabbed! Such savagery is unbecoming.
He gave Kalaren a little wink as Oberon put down a finger and took a shot.
Maybe Kalaren shouldn't admit the amount of pictures he had of people. It might come off as very creepy. Ah well, too late for him now he had no intention of stopping.
Seriously this was at least the second if not third time something like this has happened.
Ooh sure, we can play! Shots for all! Oberon maybe do half shots so you remember the party.
Kalaren teased, grabbing the first bottle of...something he found he brought it over. Even held up four fingers.
When the question came he thought about it for a bit. A long bit.
Does surgery count? I kinda stab people? If so I'll put a finger down, if not I will keep it up.
His turn to ask he hummed in thought. There were so many things he could say to target Io or Oberon or both but that felt mean.
Never have I ever fell out of the bed in the night and stayed asleep on the floor.
Yeah that would be the one you ask Kalaren, wouldn't it?
As expected their reactions were entirely different.
I'd love to see any of them. All of them!
Truly. It didn't even matter if they were of himself or Oberon. He liked art in all its forms and something captured by his friend was even better.
Oberon gave Kalaren a begrudging little look over the tease, but took a small sip anyway when it was his turn to drink. The doc wasn't wrong, after all.
No. Surgery doesn't count. I'd say it has to have had malicious intent.
When Kalaren's question came there was a little giggle from Io who kept his fingers up.
Oberon on the other hand...
{{ ughh...fine...}}
{{ Yeah, yeah. Laugh it up. You try being that exhausted. }}
He took another half shot. Two fingers left.
{{ Io you go. If I ask, you both will be out in no time. I know you too well. }}
It was true. He wasn't nice like Kalaren. He'd target them both immediately. Competitive little shit as he was.
As you wish, dear. Alright.
Never have I ever...
Oh this was really hard actually. He'd done so many things.
...ridden a horse!
Oberon breathed a sigh of relief and kept his last two fingers up.
I'd love to show you sometime! I have some on my phone, a few polaroids, we can have a little picture sharing and cheese night!
Kalaren didn't really know how hanging out with people worked. Yeah he was friendly, he had a lot of friends, but random hangouts were never his forte. At least the planning of it all.
Seeing as the surgery didn't count he kept his fingers up. Though he did give Oberon a little side eye. Short little malicious stabber apparently.
As for the horse though, one shot and a finger down.
I like horses. Don't tell Kaztor that though, I like to hate them in solidarity. Enemy in laws. Inherited enemies.
Kalaren, the game.
Never have I ever...hmmm, ate until I was sick and kept trying to eat.
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Kalaren and Pax showed up, chuckling, nudging one another. It was finally the time Oberon told them about, Io's birthday. They had no idea what to expect but were happy to be there.
Knock knock!
The younger donari called through the reliquary.
The pair were unsure if Io was aware of his party or not by this point.
Io was coming down the stairs in a fluster, several books and what appeared to be a hand-written document balanced carefully in his arms.
I looked into the discrepancy you mentioned. I've prepared a twelve page report and yet I made no finding of any translation error. Are you sure you saw one?
You see, Io didn't know there was a party. He didn't know Oberon had planned anything at all. In fact, several hours ago, Oberon had gone rushing to him with some "grave news". A translation discrepancy across two different reports in ancient Sanskrit. One claiming a man had traded his wife for three goats. Another claiming he'd traded his goats for three wives. Either way, it was incredibly misogynistic. But surely Io could get to the bottom of it. In the meantime, while the sunny man was preoccupied with the absolute nothingburger, Oberon had decked out the first floor of the Reliquary in full party flare. Complete with a lovely outdoor area by the koi pond. Nice work, Obie!
Was that... Oh! Kalaren!
He looked up from his notes for the first time and realized at last all the changes that had been made.
And Pax too!
Tables laid out, music filtering through, a bashful Oberon shuffling his foot near their guests.
Now Pax and Kalaren would have no idea what Io was yelling about but hey, he was here now.
"Hello Io, a pleasure as always. I'm not sure we should be the ones to tell you, is Oberon around?"
It felt only right his boyfriend that put all this together was the one that should tell him.
"I do hope you don't mind us dropping in like this though. It does seem like you were busy with something."
Kalaren was biting the inside of his cheeks, bouncing on his toes. The man was about to explode trying not to burst out "Happy birthday!" and tackling Io into a hug. Not to mention the gifts! There were gifts to be given! But like Pax said they should wait for Oberon first.
Oberon was shuffling up behind them looking awkward as ever.
Thanks for coming.
He gave them each a little half-smile, a pat on Kalaren's arm as he walked by. Then he took the books and papers from Io, freeing him up and snapping them away so they returned neatly to their shelves upstairs.
I lied to you.
He said, giving the Aurathi's arm a loving little punch.
You didn't think I wasn't going to do anything for your birthday, did you? Round number and all...
The words had barely left Oberon's mouth before he was being aggressively hugged by the towering man.
OBIEEEE!!!
Oh. Yep. And there were the tears.
Oh gods...Kalaren help...
Io simply squeezed harder, tucking the little moth off under one arm and opening the other with a wave to Kalaren to get in the mix. Pax too if he wanted. Io didn't discriminate.
Thank you! Thank you! Indeed! I was! As were you! Oh why thank you!
It was ridiculous, really. Oberon was getting squished. Io was endlessly thanking a rambling Kalaren. The floor was now littered in wing dust and golden tear drops. Even some of the flame beings were trying to join in, hugging onto ankles and narrowly avoiding getting stepped on.
When Oberon finally broke himself free, he looked to Pax with an already exhausted expression.
Better to do it now rather than later when he's inevitably wasted.
It was no secret Io liked to indulge. Might as well catch him while his mind was still unaltered.
No offence to anyone but as mentioned there were golden tears and wing dust, so Pax let a flash fire take him over to cleanse it off. If Xinalith made an appearance best he not be shimmering and shining.
"Well allow me to go first then."
Pax pulled out the wrapped gift. Pretty gold paper that shimmered brightly in the light and a golden ribbon. A thick book but a book shape none the less.
"Here you are. Something from me and technically Moon. All be it begrudgingly from her."
As mentioned it was a copy of Moon's work on the donari archive. The knowledge of their biology as a species. He would be the only being outside of their family with this knowledge, so a big gift indeed.
Neither would take offense. Io wouldn't even blink and Oberon, well, he was used to it.
Even before the gift was opened, Io was beside himself. Already he was shocked to have people gathered here for his sake. And they'd brought gifts? It was almost too much. He gently accepted the shining parcel with a little bow and stared in disbelief as Pax said the gift had come from not only himself, but Moon as well.
A warm smile brightened his face.
Truly, you didn't have to-
As the paper revealed what lay beneath, tears of the same golden color began to well up once again. He had to be careful to stop them this time, for this was far too precious to blemish.
I-
Speechless. Completely and utterly speechless. Carefully, he lifted the cover and scanned several of the pages, ember eyes darting quickly over the information. Could everyone hear his heart? Because he certainly could! It was pounding in his ears.
Pax...
Oberon watched with a small smile. This was big. Bigger than big. For all his extroversion Io was, somehow, a bit of a loner. Now here people were sharing in his existence. Even Moon- someone he so greatly admired- having contributed in a meaningful way. Albeit begrudgingly.
{{ Here, I got it. }}
Io passed the book momentarily to Oberon as he held out a hand to Pax. Assuming he took it, Io gave the man a deep bow of gratitude- words coming in hushed awe.
I don't even know what to say. I will cherish it dearly.
He had to wipe a stray tear as he stood back up. The brightest smile Oberon had ever seen breaking across the man's face as he reclaimed the precious text.
Pax adored gift giving. Seeing people so happy over a thoughtful gift always warmed his heart.
"I'm glad you like it. Obviously this stays with you and Oberon, that was Moon's rule for letting it go, but it's all yours to do with as you seek. A dead species come to life."
My turn!
Look he was doing his best to behave and remain calm but he loved birthdays. Giving gifts, celebrating people he liked, it was the best time!
Once more bouncing on his toes he handed over a gift. It was smaller, about the size of a picture frame, wrapped in silver and blue stripes with stickers all over it.
Inside was a shadow box. Inside was an array of candid pictures of Io and Oberon. When light shined through it the pictures would show up on a flat surface like a film strip. Kalaren took a lot of photos, of landscapes, of people, of whatever was around. That included his two friends. All of that was on display in the frame. His photography hobby coming in handy.
He nodded in earnest, flipping through the book once again, eyes of flame dancing with excitement. Oh he could just sit down and read the whole thing right now. But his head snapped up at the last sentence.
Come to life, indeed.
He smiled at the two Donari he was so grateful to know.
This is going on the third floor. Right next to my section on the Velari. It'll have its own classification.
High praise. The highest, really. Io basically lived on the third floor. Moreso now with this grand new addition.
Oberon gently took it from him again as Io turned his attention to a very excited Kalaren.
The Aurathi smiled and giggled, pushing hair behind his ear as he looked over all the stickers.
Did this yourself, I take it?
He teased. It was wonderful. Long fingers opened it carefully so as to preserve the wrapping and stickers. Why yes, he would be saving them, thank you very much!
But teasing eyes went wide as he saw what was inside. It should come as a surprise to no one, he was once again forced to wipe way tears.
When did you-
{{ When did you- }}
Oberon was beet red. One free hand coming up to tug at one of his own burning ears. How? When? Oh gods...
But there was that smile again. Huge and glowing and full of life. Each memory so special. Each picture so beautifully taken.
Kalaren...
He pulled him in for another hug, gently clunking his head against Kalaren's in an affectionate sort of way.
I had no idea I had such an incredibly talented friend.
"I'm glad you liked it. Now if you excuse me a drink is calling my name. I'll find you later for some birthday shots."
When Pax said shots, it was going to be a lot of shots. A problem for another time...or well in the near future. Still he excused himself and slipped off. Who knows what he was planning.
Kalaren meanwhile was watching with starry eyes to see if Io liked the gift or not. Judging from the reaction, he did good though.
I'm glad you like it.
I take a lot of pictures of people. I like seeing the moments they are just being themself. I hope you don't mind. Then I also know you are like light, Oberon is like shadow, so...shadow box.
But seriously happy birthday! How do you want to celebrate? Io day. Anything you want, just name it and we can do it.
Yes he was voluntolding Oberon into this too. Group activities and all that.
Io saw Pax off with a little wave. Shots sounded fun. He'd barely had time to register all the food and drink around the Reliquary. When had Oberon possibly found the time to get all of this?
As for Kalaren, Io didn't mind one bit the candid photography.
And Oberon, well...
{{ I can't even complain. These are...really good. }}
The mention of Io and Oberon being like the light and shadow the gift represented caused Io to let out a little sob, holding it close to his chest.
{{ Get ahold of yourself you sap. }}
I'm sorry. It's just so thoughtful.
As a child his birthdays weren't celebrated. As a god they were irrelevant. Gods did not die. Therefore they were not born. Or something like that. So the only birthdays he'd ever known were the quiet ones spent with Oberon over the last ten years. And this one was especially meaningful.
{{ It'll be a bit before everyone else gets here, so go crazy. }}
Oh! Okay!
He was walking to his desk to set up the shadowbox. A small orb of perfect sunlight crafted into existence and set afloat so it illuminated the photos. He had no idea Kalaren was into photography. What else didn't he know about the man?
Why don't we do one of those "never have I ever" games. But with four fingers since Obie dear is at a disadvantage. If you want to really make things interesting we can take a shot for each finger you put down!
The Aurathi held up four long fingers and grabbed a glass of pinkish liquid from a nearby table.
Let's see....
Never have I ever... stabbed anyone.
{{ Oh fuck you. You've killed lots of people. }}
Yes, but never stabbed! Such savagery is unbecoming.
He gave Kalaren a little wink as Oberon put down a finger and took a shot.
Maybe Kalaren shouldn't admit the amount of pictures he had of people. It might come off as very creepy. Ah well, too late for him now he had no intention of stopping.
Seriously this was at least the second if not third time something like this has happened.
Ooh sure, we can play! Shots for all! Oberon maybe do half shots so you remember the party.
Kalaren teased, grabbing the first bottle of...something he found he brought it over. Even held up four fingers.
When the question came he thought about it for a bit. A long bit.
Does surgery count? I kinda stab people? If so I'll put a finger down, if not I will keep it up.
His turn to ask he hummed in thought. There were so many things he could say to target Io or Oberon or both but that felt mean.
Never have I ever fell out of the bed in the night and stayed asleep on the floor.
Yeah that would be the one you ask Kalaren, wouldn't it?
Kalaren and Pax showed up, chuckling, nudging one another. It was finally the time Oberon told them about, Io's birthday. They had no idea what to expect but were happy to be there.
Knock knock!
The younger donari called through the reliquary.
The pair were unsure if Io was aware of his party or not by this point.
Io was coming down the stairs in a fluster, several books and what appeared to be a hand-written document balanced carefully in his arms.
I looked into the discrepancy you mentioned. I've prepared a twelve page report and yet I made no finding of any translation error. Are you sure you saw one?
You see, Io didn't know there was a party. He didn't know Oberon had planned anything at all. In fact, several hours ago, Oberon had gone rushing to him with some "grave news". A translation discrepancy across two different reports in ancient Sanskrit. One claiming a man had traded his wife for three goats. Another claiming he'd traded his goats for three wives. Either way, it was incredibly misogynistic. But surely Io could get to the bottom of it. In the meantime, while the sunny man was preoccupied with the absolute nothingburger, Oberon had decked out the first floor of the Reliquary in full party flare. Complete with a lovely outdoor area by the koi pond. Nice work, Obie!
Was that... Oh! Kalaren!
He looked up from his notes for the first time and realized at last all the changes that had been made.
And Pax too!
Tables laid out, music filtering through, a bashful Oberon shuffling his foot near their guests.
Now Pax and Kalaren would have no idea what Io was yelling about but hey, he was here now.
"Hello Io, a pleasure as always. I'm not sure we should be the ones to tell you, is Oberon around?"
It felt only right his boyfriend that put all this together was the one that should tell him.
"I do hope you don't mind us dropping in like this though. It does seem like you were busy with something."
Kalaren was biting the inside of his cheeks, bouncing on his toes. The man was about to explode trying not to burst out "Happy birthday!" and tackling Io into a hug. Not to mention the gifts! There were gifts to be given! But like Pax said they should wait for Oberon first.
Oberon was shuffling up behind them looking awkward as ever.
Thanks for coming.
He gave them each a little half-smile, a pat on Kalaren's arm as he walked by. Then he took the books and papers from Io, freeing him up and snapping them away so they returned neatly to their shelves upstairs.
I lied to you.
He said, giving the Aurathi's arm a loving little punch.
You didn't think I wasn't going to do anything for your birthday, did you? Round number and all...
The words had barely left Oberon's mouth before he was being aggressively hugged by the towering man.
OBIEEEE!!!
Oh. Yep. And there were the tears.
Oh gods...Kalaren help...
Io simply squeezed harder, tucking the little moth off under one arm and opening the other with a wave to Kalaren to get in the mix. Pax too if he wanted. Io didn't discriminate.
Thank you! Thank you! Indeed! I was! As were you! Oh why thank you!
It was ridiculous, really. Oberon was getting squished. Io was endlessly thanking a rambling Kalaren. The floor was now littered in wing dust and golden tear drops. Even some of the flame beings were trying to join in, hugging onto ankles and narrowly avoiding getting stepped on.
When Oberon finally broke himself free, he looked to Pax with an already exhausted expression.
Better to do it now rather than later when he's inevitably wasted.
It was no secret Io liked to indulge. Might as well catch him while his mind was still unaltered.
No offence to anyone but as mentioned there were golden tears and wing dust, so Pax let a flash fire take him over to cleanse it off. If Xinalith made an appearance best he not be shimmering and shining.
"Well allow me to go first then."
Pax pulled out the wrapped gift. Pretty gold paper that shimmered brightly in the light and a golden ribbon. A thick book but a book shape none the less.
"Here you are. Something from me and technically Moon. All be it begrudgingly from her."
As mentioned it was a copy of Moon's work on the donari archive. The knowledge of their biology as a species. He would be the only being outside of their family with this knowledge, so a big gift indeed.
Neither would take offense. Io wouldn't even blink and Oberon, well, he was used to it.
Even before the gift was opened, Io was beside himself. Already he was shocked to have people gathered here for his sake. And they'd brought gifts? It was almost too much. He gently accepted the shining parcel with a little bow and stared in disbelief as Pax said the gift had come from not only himself, but Moon as well.
A warm smile brightened his face.
Truly, you didn't have to-
As the paper revealed what lay beneath, tears of the same golden color began to well up once again. He had to be careful to stop them this time, for this was far too precious to blemish.
I-
Speechless. Completely and utterly speechless. Carefully, he lifted the cover and scanned several of the pages, ember eyes darting quickly over the information. Could everyone hear his heart? Because he certainly could! It was pounding in his ears.
Pax...
Oberon watched with a small smile. This was big. Bigger than big. For all his extroversion Io was, somehow, a bit of a loner. Now here people were sharing in his existence. Even Moon- someone he so greatly admired- having contributed in a meaningful way. Albeit begrudgingly.
{{ Here, I got it. }}
Io passed the book momentarily to Oberon as he held out a hand to Pax. Assuming he took it, Io gave the man a deep bow of gratitude- words coming in hushed awe.
I don't even know what to say. I will cherish it dearly.
He had to wipe a stray tear as he stood back up. The brightest smile Oberon had ever seen breaking across the man's face as he reclaimed the precious text.
Pax adored gift giving. Seeing people so happy over a thoughtful gift always warmed his heart.
"I'm glad you like it. Obviously this stays with you and Oberon, that was Moon's rule for letting it go, but it's all yours to do with as you seek. A dead species come to life."
My turn!
Look he was doing his best to behave and remain calm but he loved birthdays. Giving gifts, celebrating people he liked, it was the best time!
Once more bouncing on his toes he handed over a gift. It was smaller, about the size of a picture frame, wrapped in silver and blue stripes with stickers all over it.
Inside was a shadow box. Inside was an array of candid pictures of Io and Oberon. When light shined through it the pictures would show up on a flat surface like a film strip. Kalaren took a lot of photos, of landscapes, of people, of whatever was around. That included his two friends. All of that was on display in the frame. His photography hobby coming in handy.
He nodded in earnest, flipping through the book once again, eyes of flame dancing with excitement. Oh he could just sit down and read the whole thing right now. But his head snapped up at the last sentence.
Come to life, indeed.
He smiled at the two Donari he was so grateful to know.
This is going on the third floor. Right next to my section on the Velari. It'll have its own classification.
High praise. The highest, really. Io basically lived on the third floor. Moreso now with this grand new addition.
Oberon gently took it from him again as Io turned his attention to a very excited Kalaren.
The Aurathi smiled and giggled, pushing hair behind his ear as he looked over all the stickers.
Did this yourself, I take it?
He teased. It was wonderful. Long fingers opened it carefully so as to preserve the wrapping and stickers. Why yes, he would be saving them, thank you very much!
But teasing eyes went wide as he saw what was inside. It should come as a surprise to no one, he was once again forced to wipe way tears.
When did you-
{{ When did you- }}
Oberon was beet red. One free hand coming up to tug at one of his own burning ears. How? When? Oh gods...
But there was that smile again. Huge and glowing and full of life. Each memory so special. Each picture so beautifully taken.
Kalaren...
He pulled him in for another hug, gently clunking his head against Kalaren's in an affectionate sort of way.
I had no idea I had such an incredibly talented friend.
"I'm glad you liked it. Now if you excuse me a drink is calling my name. I'll find you later for some birthday shots."
When Pax said shots, it was going to be a lot of shots. A problem for another time...or well in the near future. Still he excused himself and slipped off. Who knows what he was planning.
Kalaren meanwhile was watching with starry eyes to see if Io liked the gift or not. Judging from the reaction, he did good though.
I'm glad you like it.
I take a lot of pictures of people. I like seeing the moments they are just being themself. I hope you don't mind. Then I also know you are like light, Oberon is like shadow, so...shadow box.
But seriously happy birthday! How do you want to celebrate? Io day. Anything you want, just name it and we can do it.
Yes he was voluntolding Oberon into this too. Group activities and all that.
Kalaren and Pax showed up, chuckling, nudging one another. It was finally the time Oberon told them about, Io's birthday. They had no idea what to expect but were happy to be there.
Knock knock!
The younger donari called through the reliquary.
The pair were unsure if Io was aware of his party or not by this point.
Io was coming down the stairs in a fluster, several books and what appeared to be a hand-written document balanced carefully in his arms.
I looked into the discrepancy you mentioned. I've prepared a twelve page report and yet I made no finding of any translation error. Are you sure you saw one?
You see, Io didn't know there was a party. He didn't know Oberon had planned anything at all. In fact, several hours ago, Oberon had gone rushing to him with some "grave news". A translation discrepancy across two different reports in ancient Sanskrit. One claiming a man had traded his wife for three goats. Another claiming he'd traded his goats for three wives. Either way, it was incredibly misogynistic. But surely Io could get to the bottom of it. In the meantime, while the sunny man was preoccupied with the absolute nothingburger, Oberon had decked out the first floor of the Reliquary in full party flare. Complete with a lovely outdoor area by the koi pond. Nice work, Obie!
Was that... Oh! Kalaren!
He looked up from his notes for the first time and realized at last all the changes that had been made.
And Pax too!
Tables laid out, music filtering through, a bashful Oberon shuffling his foot near their guests.
Now Pax and Kalaren would have no idea what Io was yelling about but hey, he was here now.
"Hello Io, a pleasure as always. I'm not sure we should be the ones to tell you, is Oberon around?"
It felt only right his boyfriend that put all this together was the one that should tell him.
"I do hope you don't mind us dropping in like this though. It does seem like you were busy with something."
Kalaren was biting the inside of his cheeks, bouncing on his toes. The man was about to explode trying not to burst out "Happy birthday!" and tackling Io into a hug. Not to mention the gifts! There were gifts to be given! But like Pax said they should wait for Oberon first.
Oberon was shuffling up behind them looking awkward as ever.
Thanks for coming.
He gave them each a little half-smile, a pat on Kalaren's arm as he walked by. Then he took the books and papers from Io, freeing him up and snapping them away so they returned neatly to their shelves upstairs.
I lied to you.
He said, giving the Aurathi's arm a loving little punch.
You didn't think I wasn't going to do anything for your birthday, did you? Round number and all...
The words had barely left Oberon's mouth before he was being aggressively hugged by the towering man.
OBIEEEE!!!
Oh. Yep. And there were the tears.
Oh gods...Kalaren help...
Io simply squeezed harder, tucking the little moth off under one arm and opening the other with a wave to Kalaren to get in the mix. Pax too if he wanted. Io didn't discriminate.
Thank you! Thank you! Indeed! I was! As were you! Oh why thank you!
It was ridiculous, really. Oberon was getting squished. Io was endlessly thanking a rambling Kalaren. The floor was now littered in wing dust and golden tear drops. Even some of the flame beings were trying to join in, hugging onto ankles and narrowly avoiding getting stepped on.
When Oberon finally broke himself free, he looked to Pax with an already exhausted expression.
Better to do it now rather than later when he's inevitably wasted.
It was no secret Io liked to indulge. Might as well catch him while his mind was still unaltered.
No offence to anyone but as mentioned there were golden tears and wing dust, so Pax let a flash fire take him over to cleanse it off. If Xinalith made an appearance best he not be shimmering and shining.
"Well allow me to go first then."
Pax pulled out the wrapped gift. Pretty gold paper that shimmered brightly in the light and a golden ribbon. A thick book but a book shape none the less.
"Here you are. Something from me and technically Moon. All be it begrudgingly from her."
As mentioned it was a copy of Moon's work on the donari archive. The knowledge of their biology as a species. He would be the only being outside of their family with this knowledge, so a big gift indeed.
Neither would take offense. Io wouldn't even blink and Oberon, well, he was used to it.
Even before the gift was opened, Io was beside himself. Already he was shocked to have people gathered here for his sake. And they'd brought gifts? It was almost too much. He gently accepted the shining parcel with a little bow and stared in disbelief as Pax said the gift had come from not only himself, but Moon as well.
A warm smile brightened his face.
Truly, you didn't have to-
As the paper revealed what lay beneath, tears of the same golden color began to well up once again. He had to be careful to stop them this time, for this was far too precious to blemish.
I-
Speechless. Completely and utterly speechless. Carefully, he lifted the cover and scanned several of the pages, ember eyes darting quickly over the information. Could everyone hear his heart? Because he certainly could! It was pounding in his ears.
Pax...
Oberon watched with a small smile. This was big. Bigger than big. For all his extroversion Io was, somehow, a bit of a loner. Now here people were sharing in his existence. Even Moon- someone he so greatly admired- having contributed in a meaningful way. Albeit begrudgingly.
{{ Here, I got it. }}
Io passed the book momentarily to Oberon as he held out a hand to Pax. Assuming he took it, Io gave the man a deep bow of gratitude- words coming in hushed awe.
I don't even know what to say. I will cherish it dearly.
He had to wipe a stray tear as he stood back up. The brightest smile Oberon had ever seen breaking across the man's face as he reclaimed the precious text.
Pax adored gift giving. Seeing people so happy over a thoughtful gift always warmed his heart.
"I'm glad you like it. Obviously this stays with you and Oberon, that was Moon's rule for letting it go, but it's all yours to do with as you seek. A dead species come to life."
My turn!
Look he was doing his best to behave and remain calm but he loved birthdays. Giving gifts, celebrating people he liked, it was the best time!
Once more bouncing on his toes he handed over a gift. It was smaller, about the size of a picture frame, wrapped in silver and blue stripes with stickers all over it.
Inside was a shadow box. Inside was an array of candid pictures of Io and Oberon. When light shined through it the pictures would show up on a flat surface like a film strip. Kalaren took a lot of photos, of landscapes, of people, of whatever was around. That included his two friends. All of that was on display in the frame. His photography hobby coming in handy.
Kalaren and Pax showed up, chuckling, nudging one another. It was finally the time Oberon told them about, Io's birthday. They had no idea what to expect but were happy to be there.
Knock knock!
The younger donari called through the reliquary.
The pair were unsure if Io was aware of his party or not by this point.
Io was coming down the stairs in a fluster, several books and what appeared to be a hand-written document balanced carefully in his arms.
I looked into the discrepancy you mentioned. I've prepared a twelve page report and yet I made no finding of any translation error. Are you sure you saw one?
You see, Io didn't know there was a party. He didn't know Oberon had planned anything at all. In fact, several hours ago, Oberon had gone rushing to him with some "grave news". A translation discrepancy across two different reports in ancient Sanskrit. One claiming a man had traded his wife for three goats. Another claiming he'd traded his goats for three wives. Either way, it was incredibly misogynistic. But surely Io could get to the bottom of it. In the meantime, while the sunny man was preoccupied with the absolute nothingburger, Oberon had decked out the first floor of the Reliquary in full party flare. Complete with a lovely outdoor area by the koi pond. Nice work, Obie!
Was that... Oh! Kalaren!
He looked up from his notes for the first time and realized at last all the changes that had been made.
And Pax too!
Tables laid out, music filtering through, a bashful Oberon shuffling his foot near their guests.
Now Pax and Kalaren would have no idea what Io was yelling about but hey, he was here now.
"Hello Io, a pleasure as always. I'm not sure we should be the ones to tell you, is Oberon around?"
It felt only right his boyfriend that put all this together was the one that should tell him.
"I do hope you don't mind us dropping in like this though. It does seem like you were busy with something."
Kalaren was biting the inside of his cheeks, bouncing on his toes. The man was about to explode trying not to burst out "Happy birthday!" and tackling Io into a hug. Not to mention the gifts! There were gifts to be given! But like Pax said they should wait for Oberon first.
Oberon was shuffling up behind them looking awkward as ever.
Thanks for coming.
He gave them each a little half-smile, a pat on Kalaren's arm as he walked by. Then he took the books and papers from Io, freeing him up and snapping them away so they returned neatly to their shelves upstairs.
I lied to you.
He said, giving the Aurathi's arm a loving little punch.
You didn't think I wasn't going to do anything for your birthday, did you? Round number and all...
The words had barely left Oberon's mouth before he was being aggressively hugged by the towering man.
OBIEEEE!!!
Oh. Yep. And there were the tears.
Oh gods...Kalaren help...
Io simply squeezed harder, tucking the little moth off under one arm and opening the other with a wave to Kalaren to get in the mix. Pax too if he wanted. Io didn't discriminate.
Thank you! Thank you! Indeed! I was! As were you! Oh why thank you!
It was ridiculous, really. Oberon was getting squished. Io was endlessly thanking a rambling Kalaren. The floor was now littered in wing dust and golden tear drops. Even some of the flame beings were trying to join in, hugging onto ankles and narrowly avoiding getting stepped on.
When Oberon finally broke himself free, he looked to Pax with an already exhausted expression.
Better to do it now rather than later when he's inevitably wasted.
It was no secret Io liked to indulge. Might as well catch him while his mind was still unaltered.
No offence to anyone but as mentioned there were golden tears and wing dust, so Pax let a flash fire take him over to cleanse it off. If Xinalith made an appearance best he not be shimmering and shining.
"Well allow me to go first then."
Pax pulled out the wrapped gift. Pretty gold paper that shimmered brightly in the light and a golden ribbon. A thick book but a book shape none the less.
"Here you are. Something from me and technically Moon. All be it begrudgingly from her."
As mentioned it was a copy of Moon's work on the donari archive. The knowledge of their biology as a species. He would be the only being outside of their family with this knowledge, so a big gift indeed.
Kalaren and Pax showed up, chuckling, nudging one another. It was finally the time Oberon told them about, Io's birthday. They had no idea what to expect but were happy to be there.
Knock knock!
The younger donari called through the reliquary.
The pair were unsure if Io was aware of his party or not by this point.
Io was coming down the stairs in a fluster, several books and what appeared to be a hand-written document balanced carefully in his arms.
I looked into the discrepancy you mentioned. I've prepared a twelve page report and yet I made no finding of any translation error. Are you sure you saw one?
You see, Io didn't know there was a party. He didn't know Oberon had planned anything at all. In fact, several hours ago, Oberon had gone rushing to him with some "grave news". A translation discrepancy across two different reports in ancient Sanskrit. One claiming a man had traded his wife for three goats. Another claiming he'd traded his goats for three wives. Either way, it was incredibly misogynistic. But surely Io could get to the bottom of it. In the meantime, while the sunny man was preoccupied with the absolute nothingburger, Oberon had decked out the first floor of the Reliquary in full party flare. Complete with a lovely outdoor area by the koi pond. Nice work, Obie!
Was that... Oh! Kalaren!
He looked up from his notes for the first time and realized at last all the changes that had been made.
And Pax too!
Tables laid out, music filtering through, a bashful Oberon shuffling his foot near their guests.
Now Pax and Kalaren would have no idea what Io was yelling about but hey, he was here now.
"Hello Io, a pleasure as always. I'm not sure we should be the ones to tell you, is Oberon around?"
It felt only right his boyfriend that put all this together was the one that should tell him.
"I do hope you don't mind us dropping in like this though. It does seem like you were busy with something."
Kalaren was biting the inside of his cheeks, bouncing on his toes. The man was about to explode trying not to burst out "Happy birthday!" and tackling Io into a hug. Not to mention the gifts! There were gifts to be given! But like Pax said they should wait for Oberon first.
Oberon was shuffling up behind them looking awkward as ever.
Thanks for coming.
He gave them each a little half-smile, a pat on Kalaren's arm as he walked by. Then he took the books and papers from Io, freeing him up and snapping them away so they returned neatly to their shelves upstairs.
I lied to you.
He said, giving the Aurathi's arm a loving little punch.
You didn't think I wasn't going to do anything for your birthday, did you? Round number and all...
The words had barely left Oberon's mouth before he was being aggressively hugged by the towering man.
OBIEEEE!!!
Oh. Yep. And there were the tears.
Oh gods...Kalaren help...
Io simply squeezed harder, tucking the little moth off under one arm and opening the other with a wave to Kalaren to get in the mix. Pax too if he wanted. Io didn't discriminate.
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Kalaren and Pax showed up, chuckling, nudging one another. It was finally the time Oberon told them about, Io's birthday. They had no idea what to expect but were happy to be there.
Knock knock!
The younger donari called through the reliquary.
The pair were unsure if Io was aware of his party or not by this point.
Io was coming down the stairs in a fluster, several books and what appeared to be a hand-written document balanced carefully in his arms.
I looked into the discrepancy you mentioned. I've prepared a twelve page report and yet I made no finding of any translation error. Are you sure you saw one?
You see, Io didn't know there was a party. He didn't know Oberon had planned anything at all. In fact, several hours ago, Oberon had gone rushing to him with some "grave news". A translation discrepancy across two different reports in ancient Sanskrit. One claiming a man had traded his wife for three goats. Another claiming he'd traded his goats for three wives. Either way, it was incredibly misogynistic. But surely Io could get to the bottom of it. In the meantime, while the sunny man was preoccupied with the absolute nothingburger, Oberon had decked out the first floor of the Reliquary in full party flare. Complete with a lovely outdoor area by the koi pond. Nice work, Obie!
Was that... Oh! Kalaren!
He looked up from his notes for the first time and realized at last all the changes that had been made.
And Pax too!
Tables laid out, music filtering through, a bashful Oberon shuffling his foot near their guests.
Now Pax and Kalaren would have no idea what Io was yelling about but hey, he was here now.
"Hello Io, a pleasure as always. I'm not sure we should be the ones to tell you, is Oberon around?"
It felt only right his boyfriend that put all this together was the one that should tell him.
"I do hope you don't mind us dropping in like this though. It does seem like you were busy with something."
Kalaren was biting the inside of his cheeks, bouncing on his toes. The man was about to explode trying not to burst out "Happy birthday!" and tackling Io into a hug. Not to mention the gifts! There were gifts to be given! But like Pax said they should wait for Oberon first.
It was a rare time that Kalaren came to the reliquary to look for Io and not Oberon. Normally he was here to collect his friend or drag him out of his depression cocoon, amazing how many times he's done that really.
This time though it was the taller man with fire weaving through his veins that the donari was looking for.
Io? Are you around? Also are you still speaking weird?
A visitor? Oh, Io was already delighted. And they were looking for him, no less? Best day ever!
Ah! Kalaren!
The man was carrying several books. A few scrolls tucked up under one arm. A feathered pen behind his ear. And were those...reading glasses? Yup! Half-moon ones currently sliding down the end of his nose.
Verily. Mine apologies. The affliction shall likely persist another day or two, perhaps.
Did Io need those glasses or was this another Xinalith situation? What was with these powerful beings and fake reading glasses? Are hipsters coming back in the form of god like beings?
Focus Kalaren.
Oh and the talking like that was still a thing, that was going to make this difficult but well he was in a pickle.
I see, ah well I need your help with something actually.
Reaching into his bag his hands started to glow with anti magic. What he pulled out was something wrapped tight and lumpy, about the size of a party sub.
You have to promise me you will not touch this, lick this, or get too close. Eyes only. Okay?
Normally he would bother Moon with this but she was off on some concept issue so, Io was the next best bet.
No, no he didn't. Not really, anyway. But they did help with super fine print. Though he could use magic to get the same results but the glasses gave him a certain je ne sais quois.
Mine aid?
He leaned in as Kalaren pulled out the mystery object, ember eyes glowing with a look that said he really REALLY wanted to touch whatever it is.
I swear thee.
Snapping the books in his arms away, he straightened and crossed a hand over his heart. Though it was a hard ask.
Seriously, Kalaren would need to kill him so it didn't spread at worst and give him such a dose of anti magic he died at best.
With a sigh, he was careful to unwrap it. Inside was a severed arm, but what was more important was what was on the arm. A mass of virus that was moving around, it had already burrowed to the bone in some spots and was lightly pulsating with a blue hued glow. The virus itself was an ever shifting colour. Iridescent in hue that seemed to be glowing brighter as it fed.
It's feeding on magic, spreads by touch. There was an outbreak at my clinic. Have you ever seen it or anything like it before?
There was a moment. A tiny, fleeting moment in which the colors caught in those ember eyes, mesmerized. It was fascinating. It was beautiful. It was-
By the gods.
Io took several steps backward- the sound of magical instruments and artifacts whirring and buzzing from the floors above suddenly going quiet as he powered them down.
Kalaren.
He tried to choose his words carefully, though they were hard to control. Something that couldn't be misconstrued.
I may not know this plague, exact. Though ones like it I have witnessed oft leave no living victim in their wake. To temper such an affliction is near impossible.
A far away look as he recalled desolate realms of dying people. People whose means of curing themselves were the very fuel for the virus in question. His eyes drifted to the anti magic surrounding Kalaren's hands.
Thou may be one of sole people in existence suited to the task.
Come.
He led them through shelves and down corridors until they came to a section of medical journals. Only those of strange and curious afflictions. Grotesque diseases that both troubled and fascinated him.
Such plagues are not slain by force, but by famine.
He held out the book. Its pages described outbreaks of similar magic-feeding viruses and the methods once used to contain them. Those infected were taken to worlds where magic was scarce or nonexistent, and the disease eventually died out after consuming every trace of magical energy available to it. The problem was that by the time the virus died, so had its host.
However...
Ember eyes turned to starry ones as his wheels began to turn.
You mentioned once a vaccination incorporating your own anti-magic, did you not?
Seeing his reaction, Kalaren was quick to wrap it back up and put it back in his bag. He was well aware it was dangerous to people, his clinic was in shit down right now and his projections assisting, but to objects? Questions ran wild but he was back to focusing in Io, following along.
Kalaren listened carefully to the riddled words, though it was the most sense Io had made in days.
I see. So it ravages until it has nothing more to eat and this one eats magic.
Hushed mutterings as he spoke to himself. Not a fungus, not a virus, not quite a disease but absolutely a plague. A pox maybe. A curse. Either way something terrible.
It was one of those moments that Kalaren became very serious. Deciding not to risk it a blackened flame took over the bag and the arm inside. Anti magic burning through it all to kill it off. Better safe than sorry.
Sighing his hand ran through his hair.
I did yes, but it's not exactly stable. I either need to keep a connection to it or the anti magic becomes volatile and does more harm than good. Not to mention it's near impossible to send off correct doses per ailment if I can't see it. It's far from an umbrella situation. At least right now.
This was when he began to pace, a finger tapping on his lip.
Do you know where things like this are born? I have my clinic closed off and my projections will deal with it but the source, has there been any recording of how they came to be?
He seemed a bit crestfallen, hopeful Kalaren's anti magic could amount to some sort of solution. Though it sounded like there could be hope for such things in the future. Just...not right now.
As for the source, Io was all-too familiar. Years of study gone in to the subject. Not the affliction itself, but the reason for which it had been created.
A weapon.
He said quietly.
A means by which to hold dominion over others.
With the arm now incinerated, he was free to use his magic again, waving his hand for a rather large and intimidating book to appear. It was written in Aurathi. Something he'd siphoned directly from the Syndicate years ago.
In mine time as a scholar I learned of a blight fashioned for the devouring of another's magic, its purpose being to leave its victims powerless before those who would claim mastery over them. Yet such creations are perilous things to govern. The "Manaphage", as it was called, fed without distinction, until it did mutate and grow beyond all hope of containment.
Even the Aurathi were not so foolish enough to take up such means of ruin.
Thus was the reason we chose to remove the wings of our subjects instead.
His jaw tightened.
I know not the realm in which it originated... but I can bring thee to one that bears the affliction, still. The latest among those who have sought to weaponize it.
Once more, he listened. That bubbly man far too serious. It was one of those moments where him and Moon being twins was far too clear. Calculated, serious, calm. A mind running with options.
Pushing his hair back he took a deep breath and sigh.
The things he saw in his clinic were horrific. People in agony as power and life was syphoned from them. His own workers almost subjected to it. Wounds, gashes, craters to the bone, it acted quickly too. Festering, spreading, consuming as much as it could to spread more.
As to how it came to his clinic he still wasn't sure. An escaped war survivor that didn't know and needed help? People carrying it without knowledge? Who was to say, either way it came from somewhere.
How are you with tracking?
Kalaren preferred non violent means, however he also knew what something like this being out and spreading meant. Who knows the plagues or weaponization it could cause.
I won't be able to do it day, I need to focus on patients but I'd like to get rid of it. If you want to help me I'd like that too.
Io removed the half-moon glasses from his face, eyes searching Kalaren with a serious look. So often he thought of Kalaren as Oberon's light-hearted friend, it was easy to forget that his heart of gold was fortified with a will of iron and the power to match.
This wasn't someone who was frantic. Io could see the gears turning as they spoke- a sort of mental triage playing out in his mind.
I am woefully unsuited to such pursuits. As for Oberon, however, I have known him to track most anything.
He didn't like the idea of bringing Oberon into this. Hated it, really. But he knew his better half wouldn't rest once he'd heard the news and, more importantly, he wouldn't want to. He'd insist on helping and Io would support that.
Perhaps from the shock of it all, or maybe the curse was simply wearing off, words were coming easier now. Fewer "thees" and "thines" to cut through the serious undertone of it all.
Focus on the care of your patients. Leave the searching to us.
He gave a nod, a plan already formulating in his head.
Not for nothing, but this is exactly the kind of entanglement for which we source ourselves.
Io half-reached for Kalaren's hand in earnest, then thought better of it, just in case.
Take heart. I am confident we can come to a solution.
Oberon was far from incapable but Kalaren could understand the wish to keep a loved one safe. He felt the same about Luxian after all. Kalaren wasn't a violent man, he preferred to use is hands for healing, but in every world he would kill anyone to keep Luxian safe.
Okay, Oberon. Will he be willing to help?
Io's way of speaking was still making it a little hard to understand but he was getting used to it. Aka Io was speaking slightly more normal now.
A small nod from him.
Okay. Just, be careful. It spreads like crazy. No going in, just finding where it is, okay?
The gesture was appreciated, a small smile as he nodded once more.
Right. Yeah, it'll be fine.
In truth Kalaren's mind was already far off. The ramifications of this thing, the mention of it being used, how other means with similar outcomes were a thing too. Silence for a beat, then quietly, as if it was never meant to me spoken, he asked.
It wasn't even a question. He knew Oberon better than anyone. Knew how pissed he'd be if he kept this from him. Even the missions Io insisted he could do by himself, Oberon always became a part of. They were a team.
For a man who insists he wants no part in other people's troubles, he has built an entire life around easing them.
As soon as the little Velari returned from his classes Io would fill him in. Knowing the moth, their work would begin immediately.
Understood. We'll keep you apprized.
Io was already gathering materials in his head. What books would be useful. What tools they may need. What precautions they should consid-
Eyes of flame turned to Kalaren slowly. Cautiously. As if an eagerness to even consider such a possibility might force it to vanish entirely.
His lips parted...
I-
I'm unsure...
I've never seen evidence to suggest otherwise but...
Io's usually boisterous voice was little more than a whisper.
I've never known a healer quite like yourself.
Kalaren's question was reflected back at him in those ember eyes.
Well it seemed that the plans for the recent future were set. Io and Obie find the source, Kalaren focuses on his patients. It wasn't instantly solved but things like this rarely were. Maybe it wouldn't be solved and it was all just a foolish hope. Only time would tell.
When it came to the question of the wings though he paused. Those very gears turning, calculating.
Regeneration was one of the highest forms of healing magic. Even those that could revive people sometimes had struggles with regeneration. Not to mention he had never heard of a case of someone regenerating a limb that has been missing long term. It might be out there but he's never seen it.
Looking to his hands the silence dragged on until his gaze locked to Io's.
Under the right circumstances...I think they could.
Be that his magic, or perhaps something else. Something like a weapon reworked. Was he stupid for thinking like this? Maybe, but what was the point in life if you couldn't have hope for a better one.
But we can talk about that later, sorry I think I was just thinking aloud.
Do you need anything from me to help track it? A sample? The arm is burned but it maybe?
He knew better than to get his hopes up and yet eyes of flame flickered with light as he waited for Kalaren's answer.
Velari get their wings removed at eight years old when they're given their identifying tattoo. How many ceremonies had he performed? Thousands? Hundreds of thousands? Little wings of shimmering magic burned to ash by his hands.
Even if the Velari believed it was for their own good. Even if they volunteered. He knew better.
I-
For once in his life he had no words. Tears of liquid gold welled up in the corners of his eyes as he dabbed them away.
Yes, of course. There are other matters at hand.
Focus Io. Focus.
He tensed at the thought of carrying a sample. Another first. Usually he would leap at the opportunity. There was reluctance in his words.
O-Oberon will have a far simpler time with a sample...
Though I fear...
A portal opened nearby. A tired moth stepping through just in time to hear his own name.
"Oberon" will what now? What are you volunteering for me for this time-
Io filled him in. Eyes darting from Kalaren to Oberon as he quickly recounted the events from the beginning.
The little moth took on a steely look. Jaw set.
We'll need a sample. A small one is fine. Preferably something not burned but I can make it work.
In the years Kalaren has grown to be more of a realist, but he was still a dreamer, he always was one. When all you have for most of your life is your imagination, you learn to dream. Maybe, just maybe this was a new dream to focus on. He did always hope to help people, why not more?
By the time Oberon showed up it seemed the plan was already in place.
With him seeming to agree, Kalaren nodded.
Right, give me a moment.
Opening a portal he was walking back into his clinic. As said, it was chaos. Completely quarantined, at least a dozen people with open wounds, most being treated as fast as possible. It was a delicate process through. He couldn't just blast them full of anti magic or they'd die. It's a whole thing.
Taking a vial he took a sample of the virus off of one of his patients and sealed it tight. A black fire to clean the outside and himself before he returned.
Io hadn't mentioned the potential for wing regeneration to Oberon just yet. He'd left that part out in his retelling of events. It wasn't exactly relevant to the situation at hand. And he didn't want to get Oberon's hopes up just yet.
A protective hand reached out to hold onto Oberon's shoulder as the portal to the clinic opened. An unnecessary measure. Still, he couldn't seem to help himself.
That same hand coming to grab Oberon's wrist, stopping him as he reached for the vial from Kalaren.
Silver eyes turned with a look of frustration.
What's your problem?
Io swallowed.
I'm...frightened. This is something I can't protect you from. Either of you.
And he really, REALLY hated that.
The moth took a breath.
You're just going to have to trust me.
And trust Kalaren too. He's our friend.
Io blinked at the Donari as if seeing him for the first time.
Our...friend?
It was as much a question for himself as for Kalaren. Slowly, he released his hold on Oberon so the little moth could take the sample.
Kalaren wasn't going to interrupt their moment. He understood as much as any what that fear was like. Wanting to protect someone but feeling useless. Just look at Luxian's home, his family. It was something he wasn't capable of helping with, so all he could do was help how he could.
When Io looked at him like that his head tilted before he softly chuckled.
Of course we're friends Io. I wouldn't have come to you otherwise. Now or when I was in the koi pond. I like hanging out with you.
Out of anyone, Kal was easy to make friends with. Always happy to be around most people and not one to judge. He was just a social man. He did mean it though, he liked Io and saw them as friends.
As for this, if something does happen, don't use magic, call me right away and I'll be here. Night or day.
Oh actually...
Holding out a palm, a blade of anti magic formed. Solid, as if the blackest black void. It was as if it was the absence of what was around it rather than an object itself.
Here. If something happens this should help. If it absorbs too much magic it will shatter though. If the virus gets out, hold the flat side of the blade to it, or cut what it's on. Still, call me. Better to be safe than sorry.
Now these are yours.
Whoever took the anti magic blade would feel how cold it was. A void. Absence of what felt like anything. Even it sitting in the hand, there was weight to it but no texture or other feel.
Of all the news he'd heard today somehow this was the most surprising. He was friend-ly, sure, but his only friend was Oberon. Or so he'd thought. He didn't want to burden anyone with the version of himself he was still trying to run from. Or worse- endanger them.
I enjoy spending time with you too.
The words were soft and almost fragile. Sincere.
As if Kalaren wasn't already on speed dial, they each set him as an emergency contact, just in case. Then the blade was created. Io watched as it was formed into existence, then carefully took it as it was extended to him.
Extraordinary.
It came as almost a whisper. Little goosebumps ran up his arm from where it sat in his hand.
Thank you for this.
Oberon was right. They were just going to have to trust and rely on one another.
Will you be okay? Need anything? Even if it's just a dangerously caffeinated beverage andba large, poorly lit cavern to scream into?
He gestured to the Reliquary at large.
That goes for now, or anytime in the future, by the way.
Well it it seemed like it was settled then, they were friends. Not that it changed anything for Kalaren really, they were already friends, even if Io didn't know it yet.
Now normally Kalaren wouldn't give out his anti magic like this. It felt too dangerous to be passed around freely. One stab and someone, even someone strong, could be done for. But they were trusting him so he could trust them.
No, thank you. I wouldn't have even known where to start without you.
Giggling he nodded. That usual smile back to where it should be.
Thank you but I'll be okay. Just let me know when you guys find something out. I will take a raincheck on the caffein and the screaming though. Some days I could absolutely need both.
Seriously though thank you again. I should run, but I'm only a text away.
With that Kalaren waved and headed back to his clinic. People needed him after all.
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