[You know what they say, second time's the charm! Arriving in this immense garden the owl felt like he's been here before, though he couldn't place his talon on it. It felt like plucking on threads from a vivid dream he once had. The little sheep cherubs' little hurried speech was hauntingly familiar but before he could ask questions, a name tag was slapped in his chest plumes and they flittered away.
Well... he was not going to get any answers just standing around. Looking at his surroundings, he was not alone it would seem in his predicament. However, the nine foot goetia did kind of stick out like a sore thumb. Straightening out his shirt, Stolas waltz over to the table with all the different confectionaries to find someone to talk to.]
I beg your pardon, I know you must also be a fresh arrival but you wouldn't happen to have anymore additional information? Or just the quick hello from our.... hosts.
2-B ★ Taking out the Trash
[Traveling down to Hell, Stolas didn't know what he was expecting to fine. Certainly not the greeting he received once he walked into the Hotel. Almost instantly the large owl demon was swarmed in the lobby by its impish employees with brooms and mops claiming to be 'taking out the trash'. Stolas didn't even have time to complain before he was assaulted by a barrage of wooden handles around his lanky legs. This was certainly a... unique welcome, one in which of someone of his station was not used to.
Trying to avoid getting smacked on the calves, Stolas did a little tap dancing in place as he blinded down in confusion.]
E-excuse me! Is this any way to treat a gues-OW!
[A stray broom handle cracked him across the sweet spot on his bony ankle. Okay... welp, the goetia was trying to play nice, not wanting to hurt the locals but he really needed to get out of there...
... wait. Why did his magic feel... off? Reaching out to shift into his true demon form, the connection felt muddy. However, before he could experiment with his abilities, he staggered back to trip on a waiting vacuum cord causing the nine foot demon to fall flat on his feathery ass. Those little buggers were fast for in an instant the owl found himself hog-tied. Wasn't this a bit of deja-vu. Lifting their prize over their head, the imps started to cart him away.]
Wait a moment! Can't we talk about this? Where are you take me?!
3-C ★ Hell Phone
Hello? Via? Anyone? I don't know who all will receive this or if anyone I know from my Hell is here but this is Prince Stolas.
Can anyone tell me what in the Seven Rings is going on? I'm more accustomed to a more... 'polite' greeting than this. Why is it that upon my arrival that some of the inhabitants tried to take out my ankles? I don't mean to be rude if it's some local custom.
Oh! And once more thing. Anyone who is more magically inclined? I would like to discuss an important matter that I noticed.
4-D ★ Wild Card
[OOC: Something else you wanted to do that I didn't write? Hit me up on my journal ^^]
Stolas ☆ Helluva Boss ☆ ota
[You know what they say, second time's the charm! Arriving in this immense garden the owl felt like he's been here before, though he couldn't place his talon on it. It felt like plucking on threads from a vivid dream he once had. The little sheep cherubs' little hurried speech was hauntingly familiar but before he could ask questions, a name tag was slapped in his chest plumes and they flittered away.
Well... he was not going to get any answers just standing around. Looking at his surroundings, he was not alone it would seem in his predicament. However, the nine foot goetia did kind of stick out like a sore thumb. Straightening out his shirt, Stolas waltz over to the table with all the different confectionaries to find someone to talk to.]
I beg your pardon, I know you must also be a fresh arrival but you wouldn't happen to have anymore additional information? Or just the quick hello from our.... hosts.
2-B ★ Taking out the Trash
[Traveling down to Hell, Stolas didn't know what he was expecting to fine. Certainly not the greeting he received once he walked into the Hotel. Almost instantly the large owl demon was swarmed in the lobby by its impish employees with brooms and mops claiming to be 'taking out the trash'. Stolas didn't even have time to complain before he was assaulted by a barrage of wooden handles around his lanky legs. This was certainly a... unique welcome, one in which of someone of his station was not used to.
Trying to avoid getting smacked on the calves, Stolas did a little tap dancing in place as he blinded down in confusion.]
E-excuse me! Is this any way to treat a gues-OW!
[A stray broom handle cracked him across the sweet spot on his bony ankle. Okay... welp, the goetia was trying to play nice, not wanting to hurt the locals but he really needed to get out of there...
... wait. Why did his magic feel... off? Reaching out to shift into his true demon form, the connection felt muddy. However, before he could experiment with his abilities, he staggered back to trip on a waiting vacuum cord causing the nine foot demon to fall flat on his feathery ass. Those little buggers were fast for in an instant the owl found himself hog-tied. Wasn't this a bit of deja-vu. Lifting their prize over their head, the imps started to cart him away.]
Wait a moment! Can't we talk about this? Where are you take me?!
3-C ★ Hell Phone
Hello? Via? Anyone? I don't know who all will receive this or if anyone I know from my Hell is here but this is Prince Stolas.
Can anyone tell me what in the Seven Rings is going on? I'm more accustomed to a more... 'polite' greeting than this. Why is it that upon my arrival that some of the inhabitants tried to take out my ankles? I don't mean to be rude if it's some local custom.
Oh! And once more thing. Anyone who is more magically inclined? I would like to discuss an important matter that I noticed.
4-D ★ Wild Card
[OOC: Something else you wanted to do that I didn't write? Hit me up on my journal ^^]