heckinooc | TDM 004: BACK TO SCHOOL

TDM 004: BACK TO SCHOOL

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A: Garden Level - Fall IN!
[The garden is full of fruits and overflowing with milk and honey as usual, truly a paradise. But gasp, what's this? A PALLET CHANGE? Instead of the typical lush green, it's taken on more Autumn colors for Aesthetic^TM. It's still pleasantly warm as usual though, for current denizens and newbies alike, and it's gosh darn nice to hang out in.

But speaking of newbies and passerbys! If you pop in, you'll find yourself landing in a pile of colorful leaves. But these ain't no normal leaves!! Depending on the color, you may experience the following:

Yellow- Get energized nerd!! Despite just dying, you're suddenly filled to the brim with joy, and far more amicable to the first people you see.
Orange- Ever heard of love at first sight?? IT'S HAPPENING NOW. You may become absolutely smitten with the first few folks that help you out of your pile.
Red- Or the complete opposite! You're filled with the POWER OF AGGRO and ready to argue or fight with whoever you see first!

Or maybe you fall in a pile of mixed leaves that give you a combo of effects, or nullify the effect so nothing happens! Up to you. ]

B, Hell Level: Spooky Scary Skeletons
[Down at the HellRaiser hotel, it's already practically halloween 24/7, but now even more so! The standard hellish hotel amenities are available--massages, hot saunas, all the booze and drugs you could ever want, room service, etc!

But the perpetual night life is where it's at. In celebration of the most unholy season of the year (citation needed), the clubs are HOPPING and playing music loud enough it could raise the (un)dead. . .literally! You could be walking on your way back from getting a burger, and skeleton or zombie bursts from the ground! They might attack you or. . .try to get you to dance with them. Weird. Either way, don't linger too long, or they'll try to get you to go back further into the depths with them. . .

Alternatively maybe you're just accosted by some normal party demons/imps and dragged into a club. Have fun!]

C, Heaven Level: The Holy Spirit Halloween
[Heaven-side, the heavenly hotel is its normal, pampering self, complete with every luxurious amenity you could imagine. However, it seems some parts of the hotel are decorated with more. . .demonic accents??

It's not just the hotel either. Outside, spot angels in all sorts of costumes, ranging from black cats to silly godzilla rubber suits. That's right, TIS THE SEASON, and it's the only time angels get to indulge in more silly ~sinful~ desires! Is this cultural appropriation?? Don't worry about it.

As for you, if you're not chillin' at a cat cafe or the gorgeous beach or a coffee shop, you may find a cherub stuffing you into a silly costume. When in Rome!! You may also come across huge golden depots full of costumes, so feel free to shop around! The cherubs within will also see to your every need, as if they're extensions of the hotel as well]

OOC NOTES:
-"Ash this TDM seems kinda half assed" i don't have any excuse this time i'm just tired
-This TDM is open to all! You do NOT need to join the comm to play in it!
-Post questions for the mods here
-Remember, playing in the TDM does NOT guarantee your entry or app being accepted into the game proper later down the line!
-Apps open!! Be sure to read the rules linked there and check the current taken list!
-For current players: TDMs count as game canon AND threads may be used for AC if you wish!
-Remember regardless of your alignment, you are free to travel to whatever level you wish!

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Hell

[So he was given a hotel room and everything is free? This has to be some kinda joke, right? Everybody knows nothing anywhere is actually free. There's gotta be a catch. There always is. He'll keep an eye out for whatever it may be as he prowls through the hotel looking the casual side of menacing with his hat pulled low and his hands in his pockets.

Occasionally he might drag his claws along the wall or over a closed door, leaving deep scratch marks in his wake. With all the Halloween decorations, it doesn't look all that out of place, except it'll remain even after the decor has come down.

Or you might catch him facing down a hallway that's excessively decorated with giant spider webs to the point where it's nearly impassable without getting caught in the stuff. If you're unlucky enough to be stuck in it, maybe he'll cut you free, or maybe he won't. After taking a swipe at it, he finds the strands are actually quite strong. And sticky. Gross.]

This stuff better not've come outta someone's ass.

[He can also be found lying across a sofa in the lobby trying to figure out this new phone they gave him. He's not used to these fancy smart phones. Why does the screen gotta be so fucking bright? He pauses to take off his hat and rub his eyes, tail twitching irately.]

Stuck in the Elevator

[Whether you're going up or down, you're now on a long elevator trip with a demon cowboy. Is he going to play nice and schmooze you or is he going to be a dick the entire time? Or are you going to be the one driving him completely mad with your stupid sex jokes? The suffering could go either way. Or maybe you'll have a wholesome conversation with him about horses? Only one way to find out.]

Wildcard Option
[Anything goes! Or give me a location of your choice and a general idea of what you want and I'll write you a starter.]

[Husk stops by at the hotel for personal business. He sees Striker. He sees Striker with a phone. He sees Striker struggling with the phone.

Relatable.

Husk offers a curt sigh as he crosses his arms, emitting a low cat growl.]

Honestly. they shove way to much junk into that thing when it's supposed to be used to talk to people.

[Striker rubs his eyes.]

Simple flip-phone would'a sufficed.

[Flip-phone supremacy. At least he wouldn't have a headache right now. Also they leave a smaller digital footprint or none at all. Important when you're a murderer by trade. This guy doesn't even have an email address. He runs his claws through ivory hair as he continues to grump.]

I'm not even lookin' at it and the damn thing is blinding me from the backs of my eyelids. It's like staring directly into Heaven.

[Yeah, he might've tried checking out Heaven earlier just to do a little rabble rousing, but it was too damn bright up there. He didn't last 5 minutes before coming straight back down to Hell. Anyway, he knows there has to be a dimmer setting somewhere on the phone but it burns his poor nocturnal lizard eyes to find it.

He cracks open one such lizard eye to see... is that an angel? If there's one thing he likes less than elite demon assholes, it's pompous angelic assholes. He lifts his head looking even more annoyed.]

Speakin' of Heaven, why the hell aren't you up there?

Edited 2024-09-02 02:12 (UTC)

[The best thing about a bunch of skeletons and shit showing up out of nowhere is that no one gives a fuck if he dismantles them left and right. Or at least, it had seemed like a great way to relieve some stress if not for the fact that after a while it was kind of boring. They just didn't bleed like he wanted.

Blitzø was starting back to his room when he spotted what looked like a familiar tail for a moment, and he immediately slips after it and... it's that fucker. Now this is more fucking like it!

He could go for his gun, but he's feeling like he needs something more vicious and personal, so instead there's a wild yell as Blitzø hurls himself towards Striker with all the tact of a rushing bull.

[What the— Striker turns his head sharply at the sound of Blitzo hurtling toward him down the hallway. Oh, you have got to be kidding him right now. If Blitz hadn't given himself away with that primal battle cry of his, he probably would've taken Striker by surprise. Instead it buys him a crucial second or two to brace himself. Olé, motherfucker.

A group of unlucky skeletons gets utterly obliterated as the pair of imps smashes right through them like a bowling ball through a field of bony pins down the hallway. Striker isn't even all that winded when he lands on his back, pinned beneath the imp boss, his claws tightly intertwined with Blitz's to keep them at bay. He bares his fangs with a snarl.]

Well, look-y here! If it ain't the nosy piece of shit who can't mind his own fuckin' business.

Because you keep trying to fuck with my business!

[It feels like he's got the upper hand, but Blitzø knows with Striker that isn't likely to last. He bares his fangs as well, and there's a gleam of delight at the fact that he's gotten Striker down even if he knows it won't last.]

First you try and take out my meal ticket fucking twice, then you fuck with me and my friend--

[He shifts his weight, pressing down harder.]

Not like it fucking matters since you were shit at all of it.

I should've saved myself the trouble and let you and your friend kill each other in the street.

[He'd wanted to put them in the cage untied and let them go at each other like two spiders in a jar, but Crimson wanted the clown alive. Too bad. Hindsight's 20/20 and all that. Anyway, HEADBUTT INCOMING. He clocks Blitzo square in the forehead with his own head and then he's on top of him in a heartbeat, turning the tables around in an instant before the stars can even clear.]

As for your feathered fuck buddy, his book could've been yours if you would've just stayed outta my way, asshole.

[Striker had no use for the book, after all. Blitzo could've had it free of charge. (Okay, maybe not totally free. He would've had to arm wrestle for it or pay him $20.) There's a positively feral look in his toxic yellow eyes as he presses his forehead down against Blitz's, giving him nowhere else to look but directly into them.]

Guess you'd rather be a royal fucktoy than have full control of your own business, huh? Disgusting.

Fuck-!

[The headbutt does take him by surprise and he's thrown off for just a second, long enough that Striker gets the jump on him and now he's struggling to keep the other imp from overpowering him entirely.]

You don't know shit about me! I've got plenty of control!

[Blitzø snarls, and his tail wraps around the other's throat, trying to pull him off or choke him enough to get the upper hand.]

Bullshit! The Goetia is the one with control.

[That tail wraps around his neck and tugs him out of Blitzo's face, but he resists letting it pull him off completely. Striker grapples with the coils, clawing at them with both hands.

Remember when you bit him, Blitzo? It's payback time. He grabs hold of a section of the tail not looped around his neck and bites.]

You fucking DICK!

[He shouts as Striker's teeth sink into his tail, but it means that the asshole let go of his hands and so Blitzø immediately punches for his jaw. There's not as much power behind it given their positions but it'll hopefully be enough to kick Striker off of him entirely.]

[Dull pain shoots through his jaw in a familiar sort of way. Blitz has definitely thrown better punches than that but it's enough to catch Striker by surprise and send him toppling to the floor. Once free of that tail, he's quick to roll away and dodge whatever Blitz has coming for him next.

Next thing you know, he's on his feet again and wiping a trickle of black blood from the corner of his mouth with the back of a sleeve. He's a little woozy yet from the strangling and he braces a hand against the wall. It looks like the perfect opportunity to take another shot at him, except... Remember those pesky skeletons, Blitz? There's one coming up right behind you with its bony hands outstretched.

Striker sees it but doesn't warn him. He just glances over Blitz's shoulder at it, then back at Blitz, and grins.]

[He's moving as soon as he can, rolling up and kicking out at Striker to try and keep him at a distance before taking a moment to collect himself as well. He doesn't like that Striker got first blood and debates taking out his blessed knife to give the cowboy fucker a taste of his own medicine--

He's too focused on Striker and the skeleton gets a grip on him before Blitzø realises its there. He snarls, struggling to toss the bony thing in Striker's direction instead, but in doing so has to take his attention fully off of the other imp entirely.]

[Seeing Blitz all distracted with that Halloween skeleton, Striker chuckles low and menacing. Not one to miss an opportunity, he takes a step forward into the other imp's blind spot with his fist raised, ready to punch him when he ain't looking. Too easy. Except... things don't go as planned.

He's thrown completely of course when something grabs his hand from behind and twirls him around like a ballroom dancer. When he stops spinning, he's suddenly face to face with another one of those damn fucking skeletons. Striker wastes no time pulling out his gun on this one and blowing the top of its skull off. Once that one's taken care of, he whirls around just in time to see the one Blitzo just launched at him. He lashes out with a pointed boot, obliterating its rib cage with a swift kick.]

Where the fuck do these things keep comin' from?

[ though the music blaring over the speaker leaves a lot to be desired, Paimon and his neutral expression face forward and weather the storm. he is well aware that he is sharing this elevator with someone but, truth be told, he couldn’t care less.

at least not until he lets out an exasperated noise. ]

If this were moving any slower, it would be going backwards. I’ll be sending a strongly worded letter.

[ impatient, and annoyed that he’s unable to just portal to his destination, he taps a foot against the floor. finally glancing off to the side to size up his unwanted companion, he finds he has to look down to see him. fitting, considering the imps might as well be the janitorial staff of Hell. ]

They don’t have an elevator specially for you? [ of course he doesn’t mean him specifically, he’s lumping together imps as a whole and designated them to the bottom tier of the totem pole. he flicks a wrist as if to dismiss the thought before clapping his hands together once, sharply. ]

No matter. My idiot butler seems to have misplaced himself, you will be a decent substitute.

[Striker was content to just lean against the glass with the flat of his boot against the wall behind him and watch the subterranean scenery go by (while tuning out that monotonous elevator music)... until this guy showed up. He has been glaring daggers at Paimon in silence from the moment he stepped foot in the elevator. He literally has not blinked once. And of course the royal asshole never even noticed him standing there until he started looking for an imp to push around. When Paimon starts complaining, Striker bares his teeth and growls like a crocodile under his breath.

But what really does it is that sharp little clap. It makes him flinch bodily with rage. He knows that sound and he hates it. Striker turns to face him directly, his tail lashing through the air behind him with a whipcrack effect. It's a wonder he can keep his voice as level and menacing as he does when he addresses the royal.]

Ex-fuckin'-scuse me? I am not your substitute servant.

[The one joining him was different. She looked human for the most part, with small nubs for horns and her tail swaying a bit behind her.

She leans against a wall opposite Striker, looking him over for a moment before minding her own business. She crosses her arms over her chest as she waits. She really has no clue just how long the trip is going to be.]

[Striker regards her coolly as she steps into the elevator, his yellow eyes just barely visible under his wide-brimmed hat. He's leaning against the opposite wall, thumbs tucked into his pants pockets and ankles crossed, casual as can be. The doors slide shut and the world gets smaller and darker as the elevator begins its descent, the ambient glow within its glass walls only doing so much to keep out the gloom.

After a few minutes of gazing out at the darkness and trying to tune out the boring elevator music, he decides to break the silence.]

Clerical error, or did you make some bad decisions in life?

There's no mistake. I'm former military and had little choice but to participate in genocide.

[She doesn't seem to phased by the genocide. The real nightmare happened after that for her.]

Though I wish I could have dragged a few others down with me.

[Striker lifts his head slightly and his gaze settles on her, his eyes aglow with a yellow-green light.]

I ain't judgin'. Quite a few angels deserve to be in Hell for that crime.

[Them on the other hand? Yeah, he's judgin'.]

Sounds like you weren't havin' as much fun though.

[ So, this guy in the elevator Striker's trying to ride has been staring at the control panel for several minutes, muttering to himself. Judging by how he thinks there's some kind of magical incantation to figure out, it seems he's never seen an elevator before. Help a newbie out? ]

[Striker spots the confused squid demon staring at the control panel before even stepping foot into the elevator. After a couple minutes of idly observing him, he saunters over beside him, puts one hand on the glass elevator wall and leans there with the other hand on his hip.]

What's up? Someone put a bee in your bonnet? Or are you havin' trouble deciding whether you belong in Heaven or in Hell?

[Or maybe he's trying to figure out which button turns off the shitty elevator music. Good luck, buddy.]

[ Kallamar glances over at Striker, briefly wondering what manner of creature that demon is supposed to be, before moving away from the panel with a sigh. ]

Well. Although I have been informed I shall be staying in Hell for some strange reason, the sheep have neglected to teach me how to use this ridiculous machine!

[ Have you noticed the squid demon has four arms? Because at least three of them are gesturing at the buttons. ]

How do you make it move?!

Edited 2024-10-02 01:37 (UTC)

[That's a lot of arms there. Too bad he doesn't know what to do with 'em.]

It's real easy once you get the technique down. But first you got to appease it by confessing one of your deepest, darkest sins. Like this— [Striker leans toward the control panel.] Once upon a time I killed a man for money, hunted him down and buried a knife in his back.

[Then he leans out the way and gestures toward the panel.]

Alright, your turn. Now remember, it's gotta be true or it won't work right.

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TDM 004: BACK TO SCHOOL

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Elevator because lol

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Elevator Hell

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Elevator!

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