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bakerstreet2024-01-04 12:32 pm
jagan) wrote in bakerstreet2024-01-04 12:32 pm
Ask nicely
[ The summoner. She might have summoned your character for a divine cause, or simply because they were the closest one to the portal.
Alternatively, they could just walk into the Ministry.
If she is the one summoned, something has gone very, very wrong... ]
Alternatively, they could just walk into the Ministry.
If she is the one summoned, something has gone very, very wrong... ]
[ ??? What the Hell. He already works for your son and has already been re-summoned from water ghoul to fire ghoul and he even volunteered to kill his first boss upon your beckoning (Terzo, briefly) because even then, he favored Copia.
What else could you possibly want from him and why did all of you seem to think all of this summoning didn’t leave a mark and at least result in some sort of demonic jet lag?
He checked himself before speaking. Still Beleth, good. Still a fire ghoul, hmm, uncertain feelings about that one. ] What do you want now? …why do you look like - oh no. You didn’t. What the fuck did you do? How am I supposed to protect him here?
What else could you possibly want from him and why did all of you seem to think all of this summoning didn’t leave a mark and at least result in some sort of demonic jet lag?
He checked himself before speaking. Still Beleth, good. Still a fire ghoul, hmm, uncertain feelings about that one. ] What do you want now? …why do you look like - oh no. You didn’t. What the fuck did you do? How am I supposed to protect him here?
[ Ya boy here has a nasty lil' demon inside. Or did. Let's chat. ]
[ the accidental or not so accidental summoner ]
[ooc- could be hilarious if she accidentally ends up with a Muse she sort of knows.]
( tbh it could go either way for him )
[ Oh, you wanted a Lord or perhaps Duke of Hell? Well here's his long-suffering servant assistant to do whatever it is you summoned him for, because he can't be bothered. Still kind of fleshing him out so I'm flexible! ]
[When your boss is a supervillain and you're his personal assistant, sometimes you get caught with some interesting tasks. Like summoning and trapping a demon to negotiate with. Here she is in her office clothing--pencil skirt, smart blouse, loafers--finishing a circle in the copy room late at night when all the rest of the admin staff of Belcora Industries have left for the day. With one last set of markings, she completes the invocation, bringing Bertie into this world.]
[Almost definitely the demon being summoned, almost definitely annoyed by it.]
[This could go either way. On the one hand, Woljif's an adventurer and a mage, and while summoning spells aren't really his forte, you have to admit sometimes they get the job done.
On the other hand, his great-grandfather is Baphomet. It might be kind of a disappointment to get this scrawny awkward tiefling when you're trying to get in touch with a demon lord, but maybe he's just the best you can do right now.]
On the other hand, his great-grandfather is Baphomet. It might be kind of a disappointment to get this scrawny awkward tiefling when you're trying to get in touch with a demon lord, but maybe he's just the best you can do right now.]
{{The summoner, and she's probably dangerously cavalier about it.}}
This is idiotic.
[The collar around his throat rarely stops Geralt from offering his blunt opinions. He stands just outside the inconsistent dance of light thrown by the candles ringing the conjuring circle; his arms are crossed over his chest but any potential thoughtlessness the lax stance might imply is belied by how obviously his muscles remain strung for action.
She dies, he dies.
Maybe Geralt had dreamed of such an easy release once but he is still here, still ever the coward when faced with the sharp jaws of Death.]
[The collar around his throat rarely stops Geralt from offering his blunt opinions. He stands just outside the inconsistent dance of light thrown by the candles ringing the conjuring circle; his arms are crossed over his chest but any potential thoughtlessness the lax stance might imply is belied by how obviously his muscles remain strung for action.
She dies, he dies.
Maybe Geralt had dreamed of such an easy release once but he is still here, still ever the coward when faced with the sharp jaws of Death.]
oof that last line kicked me straight in the teeth, I love it
lady_kaivodulin
- 2024-01-07 16:07 (UTC) - ExpandAshley Graves | Coffin of Andy and LeyLey | OTA (M/F pref)
brothalova
2024-01-04 09:37 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh great lord, being of the dark, or something-or-other. I've got a nice, scrumptious soul here for you to snack on!
...or do whatever it is you do with them. And it's not mine~!
[The summoner, obviously. One with an absolutely tar black soul (not tasty at all). Or, for a twist, gets summoned!]
...or do whatever it is you do with them. And it's not mine~!
[The summoner, obviously. One with an absolutely tar black soul (not tasty at all). Or, for a twist, gets summoned!]
Edited 2024-01-04 21:38 (UTC)
[Definitely the summoned.]
(ooc: Just because cousin canon shenanigans tickle me... Adam accidentally pulling a dream bird out of the witherways for whatever reason?)
[would u like to regret summoning a monster
no smut, but if u summoned FOR smut that is a funny starter]
no smut, but if u summoned FOR smut that is a funny starter]
[idk why you would want to summon a demon clown but intentional or not, that's what you got.]
[ Eye/Seeing/Watching/Knowledge-themed demon AU? 👀 ]
Edited 2024-01-05 15:03 (UTC)
It wasn't supposed to be like this. That's all Jon knows. None of this should have happened - his grandmother shouldn't have found the book, that little boy shouldn't have been taken, Jon shouldn't have had to live the rest of his life this way.
And he knows it might just be the rest of his life. This thing, this summoning, is a last ditch effort that might end his life at thirty years old, and he can't say, as he carefully draws the chalk circle onto the floorboards of his flat, rugs and furniture pushed haphazardly to the edges of the room, whether that's a sad thing or not. His whole life has been this: looking for answers, trying in vain to understand what took place that day in the past, hoping to fix it. It isn't any way to live, alone with no family, no friends, nothing but the mystery. If he dies tonight, he supposes that won't be so bad. At least it will be over.
But it seems pathetic, too. It seems absurd that he could be at the end of his rope already, so comparatively young. A more intelligent person wouldn't be here now, trying to pull answers from another realm. They would either persevere without it, or give up. But there's no stone that Jon feels comfortable leaving unturned, and he's been assured by reliable enough sources that this will work.
He sits in the circle, surrounded by candlelight, knife in hand. And when the moment feels right, he draws the knife across both his bare wrists and lets himself start to bleed out into the sigil he carved into the wooden floor. If he survives, he supposes he'll have to do something about that or risk losing his deposit of he ever decides to leave this place. But that sort of concern feels far away.
Blood flows from his wrists. It's difficult to say if the weak, tingling feeling in his fingers is just from looking at the mess he's made, or if his life really is running out of him that quickly. The human body, he knows, holds far more blood than one ever thinks it does. So he closes his eyes and focuses on his intent: something will come. Something will come into the circle with him and it will either save his life and answer his questions, or it will stand impassive and watch him bleed out on this stupid carved up floor for someone else to find and deal with later.
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