Oi! The fuck do you mean I'm dead? Get back here you little [HONK]!
[ There is one incredibly irritated Sin lumbering through the garden, not seeming to give a shit whether he plows into someone along the way or not. He has one thing on his mind and that's getting out of here. Time is money and right now? He has too much of one and not enough of the other, spoiler alert: it's not the one he favors most. He should be sitting in his cushy seat watching the pageant now, not having to dodge these penniless peasants. ]
Move it or lose it, kiddies, I'm not running a charity drive here. If you're looking for handouts, go one ring down and tell Oz Mammon sent ya. He's a sucker for bleeding hearts.
--
[ When he isn't barreling through the crowd, he can be found at the pie table stuffing his face with various slices of pie. One doesn't claim the honor of King of Greed without merit, he's devouring the slices of pie like he expects them to suddenly get up and walk away. Simultaneously, he's also not paying attention to what he is eating, having a particular penchant for binge eating when he's particularly irritated.
Were you going for a slice of pie just now? Well, screw you, because he snatches it up right before you can snag it. ]
The fuck you looking at?
[ That pie is about to kick in, in 3..2..1.. ]
π² HELL LEVEL
[ After the lukewarm reception in the Garden, Mammon has found himself in the middle of what can only be called a giant imp dogpile. There's a series of faint jingling noises before the massive ball of imps are thrown clear, some even smacked by his cane, with the whole ordeal being punctuated by a frustrated and almost feral shout. ]
You stupid little [HONK]! You're at the bottom of the fuckin' totem pole! Thought you could take me on? [ While grinning at them, the three extra pairs of eyes snap open and come to life on his forehead, making him look less like a disgruntled party clown and more like a horror show as some green smoke seeps out from between his teeth. They wanted to play, eh? Twirling his cane around, he taps it sharply against the ground and leans against it. ]
Tell ya what, I'll give ya a head start, yeah?
[ No he won't. When one of them starts to wander away, Mammon disappears in a puff of smoke and reappears beside him with an arm thrown over his shoulderβ like they're old pals. Their budding relationship doesn't last long, as the imp is launched through the air when he hits him with his cane.
With one hand cupped over his mouth: ]
FORE!
[ That's the only warning someone is going to get before they find themselves in the line of fire. Dodge the falling imp body or don't, he doesn't really care. ]
π² WILDCARD
[ Feel free to spot him in Heaven too, probably trying to figure out how to sell tickets for the petting zoo. He'll think it's dumb as hell but if it makes money? He's in. If nothing else tickles your fancy, make something up! He also might (might) ask people if they've seen Fizzie, but he'll probably make it sound like he's a dog or something. Because he is.
Also, I know a lot of people aren't a fan of his favorite word, so I'll be sticking with the honk censor the series uses. For those not in the know: it's c u next Tuesday. ]
Mammon | Helluva Boss | Hell-bound
Oi! The fuck do you mean I'm dead? Get back here you little [HONK]!
[ There is one incredibly irritated Sin lumbering through the garden, not seeming to give a shit whether he plows into someone along the way or not. He has one thing on his mind and that's getting out of here. Time is money and right now? He has too much of one and not enough of the other, spoiler alert: it's not the one he favors most. He should be sitting in his cushy seat watching the pageant now, not having to dodge these penniless peasants. ]
Move it or lose it, kiddies, I'm not running a charity drive here. If you're looking for handouts, go one ring down and tell Oz Mammon sent ya. He's a sucker for bleeding hearts.
--
[ When he isn't barreling through the crowd, he can be found at the pie table stuffing his face with various slices of pie. One doesn't claim the honor of King of Greed without merit, he's devouring the slices of pie like he expects them to suddenly get up and walk away. Simultaneously, he's also not paying attention to what he is eating, having a particular penchant for binge eating when he's particularly irritated.
Were you going for a slice of pie just now? Well, screw you, because he snatches it up right before you can snag it. ]
The fuck you looking at?
[ That pie is about to kick in, in 3..2..1.. ]
π² HELL LEVEL
[ After the lukewarm reception in the Garden, Mammon has found himself in the middle of what can only be called a giant imp dogpile. There's a series of faint jingling noises before the massive ball of imps are thrown clear, some even smacked by his cane, with the whole ordeal being punctuated by a frustrated and almost feral shout. ]
You stupid little [HONK]! You're at the bottom of the fuckin' totem pole! Thought you could take me on? [ While grinning at them, the three extra pairs of eyes snap open and come to life on his forehead, making him look less like a disgruntled party clown and more like a horror show as some green smoke seeps out from between his teeth. They wanted to play, eh? Twirling his cane around, he taps it sharply against the ground and leans against it. ]
Tell ya what, I'll give ya a head start, yeah?
[ No he won't. When one of them starts to wander away, Mammon disappears in a puff of smoke and reappears beside him with an arm thrown over his shoulderβ like they're old pals. Their budding relationship doesn't last long, as the imp is launched through the air when he hits him with his cane.
With one hand cupped over his mouth: ]
FORE!
[ That's the only warning someone is going to get before they find themselves in the line of fire. Dodge the falling imp body or don't, he doesn't really care. ]
π² WILDCARD
[ Feel free to spot him in Heaven too, probably trying to figure out how to sell tickets for the petting zoo. He'll think it's dumb as hell but if it makes money? He's in. If nothing else tickles your fancy, make something up! He also might (might) ask people if they've seen Fizzie, but he'll probably make it sound like he's a dog or something. Because he is.
Also, I know a lot of people aren't a fan of his favorite word, so I'll be sticking with the honk censor the series uses. For those not in the know: it's c u next Tuesday. ]