Everything in this city is weird. Allison was either asking a whole bunch of questions about all the other stuff that was there, or – more likely – was pointedly not saying anything. You know, to not come off like some kind of gobsmacked tourist. A King must remained composed and in control, even if they’re confused as hell.
Then they get here, and she notices the place is different in a way distinct from all the other stuff she saw up to now.
Hungry Ghost Denies Everything wished to deny that they did not see this coming, but they were incapable of so doing. This so sorely vexed them that they could but lash out with a joke about “She can tell if you’re lying, can’t she?”, which was neither funny nor really relevant.
Witty indeed, One Who Denies. Homages are always welcome in entertainments.
For my part, I find myself intensely curious about this red-glowing ‘business card’ which the Besmitten Imp has now displayed several times.
Is this some aspect of Deviltry of which I was previously unaware? Or is this some working of Art which the Imp has prepared, to serve as a way of preserving some measure of her former glory and prestige as an Ebon?
Once again, I must state, I find these clues to the internal landscape of Deviltry tantalizing in the extreme. Do the Devils assign some measure of status to the Flame, as well as the Mask? If so, this is a thing of which I was completely unaware, and of intense interest, as it hints at complexities in the Dark Ones which I frankly did not think them capable of.
I await more revelations on this topic with interest.
Jolly Roger the Bearded, Speed Demon and noted Wheel of Steel
For all the worlds I have traveled across, for all the various foes who I have torn to pieces, for all that I have fought, bought, stolen or drank… I don’t think that I’ve ever seen a purple-faced devil before…
The Verdant Devil above is named Ogri Widdershins no Azakimaru, and is currently paying off a gambling debt to a particularly lazy Gilded Devil by acting as watchman in his stead. In his free time scrimshaws the skulls of the stupid and unfortunate with original children’s stories complete with illustrations. These are surprisingly well written and not sinister whatsoever, a vestige of his past life as a father figure to a young urchin girl who grew up to become a mercenary of impressive skill and ill repute. His latest story is called “Aloysius the Goblin-Flayer goes to the beach.”
No I believe the actual naming and binding of a demon is very complex powerful stuff, hence earlier at the devil bar those three emissaries seemed hopeless to bind the all engulfing black flame and knew AL-YIS-UN must be mad powerful to pull that shitte off
Allison waited until they were all the way there before she pointed out this place was different.
Well to be fair, she was a mouthless dotted white line for most of the trip.
She should have travelled by red arrow instead. Much more stylish.
I myself am partial to just yelling “SCENE” really loud and hoping for the best.
The gentlemanly way to travel is by stock footage of trains pulled by steam locomotives; preferably black and white.
The Rising King does not let trivialities like mere physical impossibility stop her
Everything in this city is weird. Allison was either asking a whole bunch of questions about all the other stuff that was there, or – more likely – was pointedly not saying anything. You know, to not come off like some kind of gobsmacked tourist. A King must remained composed and in control, even if they’re confused as hell.
Then they get here, and she notices the place is different in a way distinct from all the other stuff she saw up to now.
Hungry Ghost Denies Everything wished to deny that they did not see this coming, but they were incapable of so doing. This so sorely vexed them that they could but lash out with a joke about “She can tell if you’re lying, can’t she?”, which was neither funny nor really relevant.
Witty indeed, One Who Denies. Homages are always welcome in entertainments.
For my part, I find myself intensely curious about this red-glowing ‘business card’ which the Besmitten Imp has now displayed several times.
Is this some aspect of Deviltry of which I was previously unaware? Or is this some working of Art which the Imp has prepared, to serve as a way of preserving some measure of her former glory and prestige as an Ebon?
Once again, I must state, I find these clues to the internal landscape of Deviltry tantalizing in the extreme. Do the Devils assign some measure of status to the Flame, as well as the Mask? If so, this is a thing of which I was completely unaware, and of intense interest, as it hints at complexities in the Dark Ones which I frankly did not think them capable of.
I await more revelations on this topic with interest.
For all the worlds I have traveled across, for all the various foes who I have torn to pieces, for all that I have fought, bought, stolen or drank… I don’t think that I’ve ever seen a purple-faced devil before…
Perhaps the ebon dye simply bleached in the… er… whatever they have instead of a sun here.
The Devil wears a collar. Kinky.
Or perhaps the collar wears a Devil.
Nothing strange here at all.
Move along. Or are you here to see the court?
Hand to five fingers.
Bodies I have as I like.
Two suits me. For now.
Allow me to advise travelers seeking to visit the White-Eyed Woman.
Don’t.
Bring a shovel.
Somehow, Cio doesn’t look too thrilled to see this place again.
The Verdant Devil above is named Ogri Widdershins no Azakimaru, and is currently paying off a gambling debt to a particularly lazy Gilded Devil by acting as watchman in his stead. In his free time scrimshaws the skulls of the stupid and unfortunate with original children’s stories complete with illustrations. These are surprisingly well written and not sinister whatsoever, a vestige of his past life as a father figure to a young urchin girl who grew up to become a mercenary of impressive skill and ill repute. His latest story is called “Aloysius the Goblin-Flayer goes to the beach.”
… I’d read it.
Lying Cat has some fucked up family.
Lying cats head would explode on throne
Mogrin also calls Cio “Yabby”, but only in the past, during makeovers.
“Yabby” it’s a blue crustacean, hmmmm.
She’s a puppy!
I once came within a league of the White Eyed Lady.
When I came home, I wrote the most exquisite horror novel in one sitting.
I’ve heard it asked why devils would conduct their most important business out of a brothel.
This is surefire way to tell someone’s never met a devil in person.
I don’t care what the gossip says, those two are clearly girlfriends and they are in love
tfw no qt bald, red-eyed, tassled-nipple gf
Do you even have enough BBP for that kind of gf?
Messages hidden from those who read.
The strangest are always the closest to free.
Woe be he who mistakes the rider for the steed.
Well rhymed goodly head. We are not likely to make that mistake again.
It’s a bad idea to ask if you can pet someone’s companion in the Red City
Depends how you ask.
Aw yiss
Mother fucking demons.
So, the pet is holding the leash?
So a devil and a human walk into a bar…
Question is, which way is the leash going? Is the demon holding the beast back? Or is the beast dragging the demon?
Before that we must ask, who is the demon and who is the beast?
Excessively polite?
Allison…!
A rule I have in regards to talking with animals; never trust a cat.
If enough people start calling her “Yabalchoath” again will she gain another name and lose more of her power?
No I believe the actual naming and binding of a demon is very complex powerful stuff, hence earlier at the devil bar those three emissaries seemed hopeless to bind the all engulfing black flame and knew AL-YIS-UN must be mad powerful to pull that shitte off