Bored Peryton Hours

@puckishperyton || Winter Starter

“Has been so long time since been on Earths ‘gain!!”

Waddling in their new snow suit, they only stop when they reach Alastor and then they grin wide.

“Haven never seened snow before either!! Is cold! Also taste like waters!”

They awkwardly lick away the stray snow flakes on their cheek, then giggle.

“What want do now Cuddlefishy??”

“It’s been a while since I visited as well, I must say.” Alastor responded with a light hum, having opted for a disguise illusion that made it look as though he was wearing a reindeer headband.

Peering at Haven as they approached, he couldn’t help a fond chuckle, reaching out to poke their snow suit lightly as he grinned back. “Have you not? Oh, it is water, just frozen. Quite remarkable, isn’t it?”

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So be it! And nothing comes without a cost of some kind.

I’m sure it was fine practice! Goodness, some days I think the entire Goetia family is made up of pure liars. Nigh on a century ago Dantalion said something to me I’ve never been able to shake since—amongst the nobles known to humanity, some have reputations for dishonesty and some don’t; but of the ones that don’t, does that mean they’re honest, or just that they’re better liars?

An interesting comparison! If someone were to cut off your head, would you grow two more? Ha! No, I’m sure not. Strange, though—that three versions in the same person, presumably sticking together and going through the same afterlife together, can develop into three different people. How does that happen—compensating for each other’s weaknesses? Naturally filling the roles in some subconscious psychic archetype for a trinity? I’m no alienist, I have no idea.

No such thing as a truly free lunch, as they say.

Hmm, I’d have to say it would depend on the liars in question. Some revel in letting you know they’ll lie to your face, make it a game of sorts wherein you only get your answers if you’re able to work them out from what nonsense you’re told. Others may well find sport in more subtle deception. I suppose it’s a good rule of thumb to not take anything they say at entirely face value anyhow.

To tell you the truth, we’ve not fully puzzled it all out ourselves. It doesn’t seem as though Hell is the deciding factor, as Lombraj was with me prior to death, while I only had Jack afterwards. Whatever’s going on with that, we’ve somewhat settled on considering ourselves to be at least vaguely similar to particularly late to split triplets.

“My Cuddlefishy…”

“Hi hi cuddlefishy…”

More purring, then they finally wrap their arms loosely around his form and hide their face against his neck lovingly.

“Can come do snugs with…?”

An adorable sight met Alastor's eyes as Haven approached, his ears perking as he beheld them.

"Hello, darlin', how have you been?"

Those purrs were both unmistakeable and endearing, a welcome sign of Haven's happiness. Leaning his face in to give them a little nuzzle, a croon escaped his own throat as he felt arms wrapping around him and a face pressed snugly into his neck.

Another dead end… great.  If the redhead was not mildly concerned before, she certainly was now.  

“Madds said she was heading ‘downstairs’ on a quick errand, which was three days ago.  Now, it’s no secret that my sis and I have different definitions on what constitutes as a ‘quick errand,’ but she hasn’t picked up any of my calls.  I guess I was hoping that was because she was resting at the Hotel or something.”  

Bouncing her knee, she rattled her brain to think of any other places Maddie would visit down there.  Couldn’t hurt to ask.  “Do you know if Maddie visits any other areas of Hell, over?”

Alright, that was kind of concerning, he had to admit. Maddie was a formidable entity, and one he’d assume could look after herself, but Alastor knew all too well that one could never assume safety in Hell.

“Yeah, I do.” Two replied, rummaging in her bag she brought along with her and fished out a small rectangular device. She doubted she’d get in trouble for showing a fellow investigator her device, even if he was working independently. “This little guy will be able to get a reading on the place.” She explained, walking over to where Alastor was inspecting the claw marks.

Her eyes widened behind her shades upon seeing the marks up close. It looks animalistic, but he was right that no normal animal could have made those marks. “Shit, you’re right.” She breathed, running her index fingers along one of the claw marks. “Think some type of cryptid left these marks?” If that was the case, she’d have to try and get a DNA sample, and send it over to the respective department to see if they could get a match.

“Oh, how useful!” It did indeed sound like a helpful sort of device, and he had to admit, he had a fair bit of curiosity about how it worked, as he peered at it. “How broadly and how narrowly can it focus? Are there any settings specific to any class of entity?” Perhaps if he encountered any others of this organisation in another guise, he could steal one.

Striker didn’t say much when he saw clearly more than the bill being placed on the table, and before he could ask if it were a tip, his eyes had focused on the blank disk that changed before him. Picking it up with his claws, he’d examine it and read the words silently.

“Ah recon this is…um, what is this?” He’d not want to assume anything, but favoring that their interactions so far had been positive, this would perhaps be a coin for proof of some kind, though he would not go so far that he’d gotten the goodwill of the Radio Demon simply by having a relatively decent chat and given him a discount, he kept his gentlemanlike attitude and pleasant demeanor intact.

He’d drop the coin into his palm, evidently not burning hot, meanwhile the other hand scooping up the coins for the bill and dropping them into a till he’d open, automation and multitasking were something he were thankful for as working in a bar had made him learn very quickly. Looking up at Alastor he’d try for a curious expression as he hoped for an answer.

Watching as Striker took hold of the token, Alastor wasn’t surprised that he was confused. After all, it wasn’t as though he had rambled about these on the radio. “Oh, it’s a token attuned to my magic.” He responded breezily, with an idle wave of one hand. “The purpose is inscribed on it - against rampage.” Perhaps he ought to be more clear, he needed to get his thoughts into some sort of order.

“To be more specific, it’s a safety measure. While most of the time I’m fairly compos mentis, that isn’t always the case.” He elaborated, offering a slightly embarrassed smile. “I don’t want to come ‘round from an insensible rampage to find that I’ve destroyed somewhere I’ve found to be pleasant, so I spent a while on working out how to create something to direct my less composed self away from certain locations.”

Well—can I say I felt a call for it? Certainly not to become a succubus

specifically

, per se; but I felt the draw of the opportunities it opens up. There’s a whole wild world I couldn’t reach and only one narrow path that leads to it, and for me, access to that world is worth the cost of walking that path.

That’s the trouble, isn’t it? With rare exceptions one never quite can be sure of a high-ranked demon’s motivations. Even when they are completely clear about their intentions, what they think they’re offering and what it actually means to a human can be far apart. But there’s certainly far worse he could do than a few pranks! I’d consider it a fair exchange, as well! Having a seat in the royal throne room is worth putting on a jester hat.

So, the sentient personifications of your superego and id, are they? There’s something to be said for always having someone you can talk to! I don’t think I could stand having parts of me that might decide not to do what I want to do—but then I can’t even stand it when I don’t want to do what I want to do, hah!

They do say that it’s best to grasp opportunity when it presents itself, rather than letting it lie fallow, I can certainly understand that. Not as though something so valuable wouldn’t have a significant price attached, in any case. If the goal is worth the price, so be it.

Haha, oh, very true! For that matter, it can complicate things even further if they delight in being deceptive or obfuscating. I know Furfur does, took me a fair while just to get used to him enough to have a semi-clear grasp on when he’s pulling my leg and approximately how. Good practise for dealing with someone less friendly doing such though, and you’ve fair point about the benefit to entertaining royalty.

His sounds were such a delight to hear. It was like music to her ears. It made her want to hear even more of them. She gave a grin as he agreed to the position and she pulled away, crawling onto the bed after removing her underwear and bra, giving her rear a teasing wiggle at him, smirking over her shoulder.

“Ready when you are~”

“I know… I’m just not used to people helping me with this, given my trust issues… It’s good to exchange suggestions, be able to discuss what works and what doesn’t.”

That, and he doesn’t want his guilt complex to further drive the chances of his Messiah complex to re-emerge completely.

“For now, I want answers, see if the cause was something on Earth or… You know, up there with spiritual forces… Either answer will help me in my research for a cure.” He gave a deep sigh.

“Come on, we should resume what we we’re out here for, this discussion can continue in the hotel.”

“That’s understandable... but if anything, this discussion itself means that you’re improving on that score.” Alastor responded with a slight tilt of his head as he peered back at Don, hoping that his encouragement might help at least slightly as well.

Was there any more he could do in that regard, or was it better to simply allow things to proceed at their own pace? “If you wind up with any cause to think I could help in a way you’re alright with, feel free to let me know.” He murmured, hoping that covered things adequately.