“ Bold to assume m’self would have to make bargains for power , tha clearly has grits for brains if tha believes such. Proper devils gain power from ambition alone , if souls were ones aim for satin hunger tha would already be a husk . “ Stiff inhale , cigarette holder stuck between index and middle digits. Didn’t like the smell of this one , evident by wrinkled blue skin around there nose. This one stinks. “ What business does tha have in these parts? Rare that ones such come for reasons none. “
———❝ Let’s pretend some infernal types from other gates like to… partner up to maximize capital. ❞ The very essence of devils imbues power to those who seek it. Rarely do you find demons that care little for personal gain, and still cling to values of old. Perhaps the immortal man was blessed to find such a devil. Perhaps it was merely by chance he stumbled into the contract. Either way, he had come for a reason, and the blue mask was beginning to grow eager with it.
❝ … Hypothetically speaking, would it be hard to return home? ❞
… Caught; though he tried to not be noticed so quickly he managed a few days of silence; taking in the fact that – Jesus shitting Christ, he wasn’t in the place he died in; and — this place was snazzy as fuck. Micah did his bit of poking his head around; watching the guy sleep a few nights; the shower wasn’t all that impressive when he watched from the ceiling; but hey; what was a horny teen ghost meant to do?
Eyes moved from one end of the balcony to the next, allowing translucent feet to rest on the metal bar, or at least mimic standing on it like he was about to jump off. “You know, I honestly have no idea. Like one minute I was in my death building place of fire and soot boredom; the next, here I was. Watching ya sleep, which looked really comfortable by the way.”
A snap of fingers and the disguise melted away; something he got the hand of with his new abilities as an undead, but the clinging to the hot guy; not a clue on how that happened. “After, by the way. Nice pair, bud. Serious B cup going on there. Also — you’re not a cop.” Micah saw a whole bunch of nothing to suggest this guy was part of the force. But he didn’t push on, instead he twisted on his toes and faced the building again. “Mind if I crash here?”
———Elliot took a long drag, eyes shut as he let the spirit speak. Something about how the boy died put a bad taste in his mouth. He blinked, waving off the nausea and gathering his thoughts precisely. How would he go about this? It wasn’t like the ghost had much mobility, nor could he communicate further than the usual medium or seer.
❝ Really, if you want some answers, I’d be fine with giving them to you so long as you live here. ❞ He held out an open palm, taking a final drag off his cigarette before putting it out on his bare skin. The pain in his hand was meager compared to what he was used to; the man’s threshold had become somewhat alarming over the years. Dropping the butt, he waited with his hand open as the deep burn quickly reformed into fair skin.
❝ To start, my name is Elliot, and I’m a hundred and seven. ❞
“ Tha is in a strange place for stranger things still , bargains for power with great creatures at the cost of what? Not much humans can offer that greater devils can’t simply take. Tha is either brave or stupid , higher chances on tha’s stupidity. "
———❝ One thing they can’t take is a sense of humor. Suppose the humor and the other things have kept me alive this far… ❞ He paused, squinting at the shorter woman for a moment.
fingertip CIRCLES rim of his glass with half – lidded cerise eyes slowly being AVERTED to look toward company. company whose voice does take him by surprise but perhaps not nearly as much compared to if he HADN’T known they were there prior. the smell of cigarette smoke settles in his nostrils , a scent he knew all too well but NOT because he smoked. he knows very well it’d linger on him for hours to come as it BLEEDS into the very threads of his clothing. “ do i ? – it’s not often brought up. ”
———❝ Let’s say I have an eye for that sort of thing. ❞ The burn of tobacco settled into his lungs, a scorch that could not nearly compare to the feeling of fire on the back of his neck. Somehow, in some way, the man beside him had triggered his passive perception. Humans never quite gave the same lingering feeling, not if they were truly as normal as they say.
❝ I’ve been told I look pretty young for my age — how does a hundred and seven look to you? ❞
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