WEEK 6 - LOBELIA

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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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Comments

[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.

[byanyother_name]

[A h .

Kurama bristles a little at that impression, but his demeanor stays mostly calm. Mostly. There's a brief break in that cool distance that reveals a flicker of seething, barely-fettered rage. But it's quickly hidden again.]

Because Anon changed places with someone that was not a demon vessel?

[And demon Wheatley is just not to be thought of.]

[improbablenotimpossible]

Exactly.

[He leans back in his seat, hands steepled, a familiar gesture from many meetings, but it has a different case when there's a haze of smoke and the eyes above it are a glowing red rather then a peridot green]

[byanyother_name]

[Very different. Kurama takes a seat away from Nirrti's new hunting dog, watching him with open calculation.]

So who would I be speaking to now?

[improbablenotimpossible]

[And as before, he puts on the proper airs as he introduces himself]

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.

[byanyother_name]

I see.

[Kurama's smile is bright and sharp and cold.]

Quite the portfolio. I assume you need no introduction to any of us for multiple reasons.

[improbablenotimpossible]

I've been informed of who is staying here, but introductions are fine if you feel the need for it.

[byanyother_name]

I feel none whatsoever.

[The tone is light and almost cheerful and fake as hell.]

Is the smoking really necessary? There are actual teenagers around here that really don't need to be exposed to opium.

[improbablenotimpossible]

[He considers it, before with a light twirl of his fingers over the length of it, the cigarette holder vanished with a shrug of his shoulders]

Fair enough.