Cafe's Comfy Core [OPEN] Jan 26, 2021 22:36:05 GMT -6
Post by Athel on Jan 26, 2021 22:36:05 GMT -6
Thread PL: 90,000 | Items: Bloody Ruby Pendant, Devil Lamp
A voice echoed out, as a dumpster located in some dark, stinky alleyway was opened. Whoever had opened said dumpster was undoubtedly running away in fear, yelling as they skedaddled. “After ten-thousand years, I’m free! Time to take over-“ A pause followed, a pale, surprisingly almost trash-free humanoid climbing out of the little dumpster after. “Kekeke! What was I doing, again?” With a skip and a hop, the being undoubtedly trying to get a feel for movement again, they were off on the streets of South City!
While Athel was a little confused as to how they had even got here- and why they were here in the first place- did it really matter that much? They were a pretty unpredictable, oddly colored humanoid, so- to answer that question, no. Her eyes wandered around the heavily populated streets of the city, grinning menacingly at each and every person who just so happened to pass by. Well, she was here now- so it was time to find something to do! After all, if they had just left without doing anything at all after being stuck in that darn trash can for a ten-thousand years, wouldn’t that have been a massive waste of time!?
A slightly bitter- yet oh-so-delicious- scent filled the air, Athel stopping as soon as she got a whiff of it. One, two, three- four sniffs followed as the invader began trying to track down the source of the scent like some sort of police dog or something like that. “Ooooh!” Her grin widened, if that was even possible at this point. Before they knew it, Athel was standing before a building composed of red bricks, multiple little bushes and little trees decorating the outside of it. Outside were a few individuals at tables, drinking from black mugs as they conversed, tapped away at their electronic devices or flipped through the pages of their books.
“I suppose-“ Athel said, before flinging herself through the air, straight into the doors and inside the little building. Said door now had a massive Athel sized hole in the center of it, pieces of wood and glass decorating the ground inside. “I’ll take a cup of your finest.. whatever it is these guys are drinking.” Athel said, eyes on what could only be assumed was the owner of the place. Though he was surely a little shaken, visibly sweating, he wordlessly complied with the Demon’s request. Everyone else? More than likely running away at this point.
Meanwhile? Athel went ahead and took a seat at one of the many now-empty tables.