WEEK 6 - LOBELIA

[foundationmods]

Six weeks.

They had been here for that long, and still...the game was continuing.
Yet, it felt like they were finally about to reach the end of it...
Just a little longer. 🗈

Still, things were just the same as they had been the past few weeks.

The goats and servants were still around, and so too were the witches.
Yet, it felt like this week would be the week they would finally get all the pieces to the puzzle.
But...could they solve it?

Only time would tell.

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[improbablenotimpossible]

[There was a haze of smoke in the sitting room, of tobacco, fog, and the sickly sweetness of opium, the source came from a black cigarette holder held lazily in the hands of a black-clad man, whose face is buried within a book labelled ‘The Devil in the White City’, with only the palest of blonde – almost white hair visible.

From head to toe, the man appeared as if he had left an opera the night before and slept in the tail-coated suit and red-lined opera cloak. Slowly, soon as he notices someone in the room, the man lowers his book, crimson eyes peering through the loose strands of hair, long, black-red strands curled around the man’s pale, thin cheeks, as he smiles toothily]

I see, the pieces have awaken. Good Morning.

[cryosurgeon]

[Erhard just wants a quiet place to go with too much coffee and not enough sleep. The motive isn't helping, he's on edge just waiting for the accusations to fly. He wants to sit and stare out the window and not think.

And his brain gladly shuts down when he steps into the sitting room and sees that demon sitting there.

The coffee cup shatters on the floor. He's frozen in place, trembling.]

[improbablenotimpossible]

Dr. Muller I presume?

[His voice was warm, with a londoner's accent, as he sets the book aside on top of what looks to be a stack of scholarly journal that is about a foot high without bothering to mark his place in the book.

The demon glances down at the shattered cup, then back up]

You look as though you've seen a ghost, which would be fitting of a manor in this style. Come, let's make sure you didn't cut your hand.

[chaoscontrol]

[the wolf accompanying Erhard bares his teeth (almost silvery white against black fur) and growls, engine exhaust leaking from between his teeth, but makes no move toward the demon. It's just a warning -- for now]

[cryosurgeon]

[He can't move he can't think he can't breathe

He didn't cut his hand but he sure did burn his fingers when the cup tilted before falling, not that he feels it. All he can do is stare, as tears well in his eyes. He isn't aware of those, either.]

1/???

[hatesdeerstalkers]

[Well, he was going to take his tea in the sitting room and maybe watch a bit more of that cartoon for children -]

[hatesdeerstalkers]

[...Until he saw that.]

[hatesdeerstalkers]

[hatesdeerstalkers]

[hatesdeerstalkers]

done

[hatesdeerstalkers]

[-and just fucking about-faces to leave the room because hahahah fuck no he doesn't want to deal with this when it's this early in the morning]

[improbablenotimpossible]

[A white, whip-like canine tail that had been draped over the side of the chair started to wag when he saw Moriarty - before sulking as the man suddenly leaves]

[keydomhearts]

[ Doo de doo.

Hmm.

Time to open the windows! Only that there aren't any. So he'll just pick up a pillow to help fan out the smoke. ]

Good morning! What are you reading?

[improbablenotimpossible]

[He glances up, feeling the fresh air coming in, before Sora peers over]

'The Devil in the White Castle', about a murderer that set up a hotel full of death traps while an international fair takes place, bringing all kinds of victims right to his door.

[The tip of his white tail wags as he summarizes the story]

Spiky hair... amiability - You must be Sora.

[fullbodied]

I wonder what sort of new person you are...

[said softly. she's slowly approaching]

[improbablenotimpossible]

[He looks up as she slowly approaches, giving a pleasant smile, as he snuffs out the cigarette in an ashtray]

How can I help you, Miss?

[respring]

Um...good morning. You are...?

[ WHITE HAIR AND RED EYES HMMMMM WHERE HAS SHE SEEN THIS BEFORE ]

[improbablenotimpossible]

The 25th Demon of Ars Goetia, Glasya-Labeolas, Glasya, Caarimolar, but I prefer Caarcrinolaas myself. I am the teacher of all Sciences of Art, R̨̖͚ͅe̡̙̥̤̗̜v̤͍̬͇͢e̮͇͖̟͢a̤̘͜l̝̭̜̳͜ȩ̗̟̯̪ͅr̨͈͚̲̟̦ o̢̬͚̩͔f̨̙͔͍̳̜ p̧͚̞̦͇̮a̤͎͢s̢̝̭̬t̡͙͖̬̱ p̩̫͉̘͙͢ṟ̨͙̘̘͍e̙̞͢s̡̙̬ę͖͎̱̟̖n̢̮̱̯̞͍t̢̯̪̤͚̮ a̡͈͖͕ņ̟̭̘͇d̢̞͉̮͉̭ f̘̭͢u̢͕̱ͅt̨̠̪̭̠͚ṵ̝͜r͙̥͚͍͜e̡̩̩- Author of Homicide and Instigator of Slaughter, among other talents to be put to use on My Lady's command.

[Yes, he's going to properly introduce himself like this to everyone who asks - it's basic manners and upholding the dignity of demons]

[byanyother_name]

...unexpected, for the only true victim in the affair to become the new vessel.

[Kurama looks at the new demon with cool, distantly curious green eyes. What's under that cool distance... Well.]

Good morning.

[improbablenotimpossible]

Good morning!

[There is the impression of an eager foxhound held back only by good breeding and manners]

Yes, it is unusual, but the circumstances did demand it.

[foundfate]

[For a moment, Watanuki lingers by the door, eyes focused entirely on Holmes and his interactions with the others.

At some point he reaches up and grabs the front of his kimono, squeezing the fabric right over his heart tightly. Then he just turns and walks away.

Nope. Not doing this.]

[goldenmaniac]

[He gasps when he sees this new Sherlock-

-which makes him choke and gag cuz lungs full of various smokes]

[improbablenotimpossible]

[He puts out the cigarette, the opened windows left by others is helping to dissipate the smoke, thankfully so Takumi won't get a contact high?]

Aiba Takumi, I presume?

[youkaiwatch]

[ ...Hm. Wasn't really expecting that. ]

Well, this is a bit of a surprise. Good morning, Mr. ...?

[ Mr. Extra As Fuck, good lord. ]

[improbablenotimpossible]

[The cigarette holder vanishes as he sets the book aside - sitting up straighter. Like Kurama, there is the sense of a hunting dog being restrained from acting upon it's nature as he got a good look at her.

Then he smiles, friendly-like, the teeth a little canine-like for a human mouth]

I am the 25th Demon Caarcrinolaas, also known as Glasya-Lebolas, Glasya and Caarcrimolas.

[He says it with the formality of a valet introducing himself to his master's guests]