#ouroborius

"I'm sure it will be a nice surprise."

*Kieran was saying this to a clodsire as they travelled around Paldea to find Rika. Not that this was any old clodsire but this one was the paldean wooper that was given to him by the elite four member themself.

ㅤㅤ" AH ... crap. Did I fall asleep ? " Johann groaned as he stirred from his sleep, seemingly having passed out at his work desk... or at least he thought he did. He seemed to have been carried to one of the break couches in the laboratory. Of course... the person responsible was sitting next to him, leisurely enjoying a book.

Mixedberry Cookie for @fractalwaves

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A brow lifts as the blonde demoness studies one of the 'colorful' pages of Dante's magazines. After a moment, it's then she gives a nod of appreciation. She might not be the exact audience these photos are geared towards, but she's not BLIND. Trish is about to turn the page to indulge further, but the door to Nico's van slams shut. Brown-coloured eyes snap upward to see who has decided to join her. At the sight of Nero, a pleased grin laces her lips.

❝About TIME some entertainment comes my way.❞

━━━ for every "👤" [alternatively: "NPC" ] sent to my inbox, i will introduce you to ONE NPC relevant to my muse's lore !

two of them...

Well. There's Bernice Cobbler. Shadow name Doright, friendly nickname Benny. 5'4", blonde, Italian-Russian, American national, recovering valley girl accent, somewhere around late thirties. Mystic security consultant and occasional mercenary specializing in conditional logic triggers. If/then conditionals, great for minimizing upkeep. Oh, and ice magic, given that she'd stolen a frozen heart from an ancient Cocytus drift. (Ptolomea, for those playing along at home! It's not a smart idea to delve so deep into Inferno, and worse still to steal the heart of a sinner, so why not go three-for-three, like Benny has, and bind it to your palm and use it as an endless mana source!)

She plays at being a hard-ass, money-is-everything type, but really she'll soften her prices for a particularly good cause. Riley hired her at some point to shore up the reinforcement warding around her apartment; make it a little subtler, a little easier to use. (Not a good cause, for the record.)

And there's good old Velia Durand. 5'9", Greco-divine, Italian national, age 34. Agent of the Many-Named, haruspex, and aggressive psychopomp. Bearing heritage from Persephone and in service to her husband, Velia spends most of her time away from somber Hades to keep the peace. People wanna fuck around with the dead. It is her job to ensure they stop doing that. (And whatever chores the god of the dead requires of her.) She operates out of Venice, where she owns a small cafe mostly used to launder gold and gems from Downbelow to usable funds.

Sober, serious, and yet quick to act, Velia has little time for subtlety. She'll walk up to her goal, explain what she wants. If they accede, great. If not, she will go through them. She only barely tolerates the veil of subtlety as a way of avoiding police complication. Riley was a suspect in a bit of business the demigod had in Philly. Very frightening, to learn that the charm didn't work quite right on her.

Things  were  far  more  peaceful  now.  Even  if  Eito  did  have  to  live  surrounded  by  a  bunch  of  vile  monsters,  at  least  there  was  one  shining  beacon  of  light.  A  person  that  isn't  horrific  and  disgusting.  A  beautiful  creature  among  all  of  the  ugliness  around  him.  Takumi  had  been  interesting  from  the  moment  he  forced  his  way  into  the  gym  and  stopped  Eito  from  ending  their  worthless  commanding  officer.

But  he  hadn't  known  just  how  amazing  he  was  then.

Even  with  the  horror  around  him,  Eito  would  just  breathe  and  remind  himself  it  was  for  Takumi.  He  would  close  his  eyes  and  picture  Him.  He  does  it  right  now  as  he  enters  the  courtyard  and  finds  the  very  monster  he  wanted  to  see.

Nozomi  Kirifuji  was  by  far  one  of  the  most  horrific.  She  wasn't  as  large  as  some  of  the  others  she  had  seen.  But  she  was  ugly.  Her  voice  was  worse  than  nails  on  a  chalkboard.  Her  visage  was  horrific.  Her  scent  was  oppressive  and  awful.  But  if  it  was  for  Him,  he  could  face  anything.  He  was  confident  he  could  do  anything  for  Takumi.  Because  that  is  what  love  is.  Sacrifice.  Just  like  Takumi  sacrificed  for  them...  He  would  continue  to  do  whatever  it  took  to  help  Takumi  reach  godhood  and  stay  there.  No  matter  the  cost.