[Vil isn't terribly fussed about the whole death thing. Sure, it was a bit of a shock at first, but if it's just a clerical error, it'll get cleared up sooner or later. So long as he doesn't miss anything at home - like work, or exams - he doesn't see any reason to get worked up about it. Stress is terrible for his complexion.
The little halo he woke up with, though? That he likes. What a charming accessory, though he's not entirely sure it suits him. Few would call him angelic, after all. But he'll enjoy it while it's there. Just as he'll enjoy the festivities, even if they are a little overly loud and garish.
He's inspecting one of the drinks, its giver long since vanished into the crowd. It's just ginger ale. But Vil has questions, and he'll ask whoever's close enough.]
Have you seen a list of ingredients anywhere? Death is no reason to be unwise about one's nutritional choices.
[B: Hell]
[The cold isn't so bad. The icicles can be ignored, and even the stalactites aren't terribly dangerous as long as you're keeping an eye out. But heels on icy sidewalks? Now that's real danger.
Vil is trying to avoid a nasty fall by taking careful steps. He's agile, at least, or it would've been over already. But it couldn't last - one person passing a little too close knocks him off balance, and his elegantly-clad feet come right out from under him. At least he only lands embarrassingly on his bottom, instead of his head, but it's not a light fall.]
Ouch...
[c: Heaven]
[Now this is more Vil's style. Manipedis? Yes please! Especially since he broke a nail taking a fall earlier - he can't walk around looking a mess. So he's sitting, cool as a cucumber, getting his nails done - though he can't quite keep his nose entirely in his own business. He raises an eyebrow, ready to share his opinion to someone nearby even if unasked for.]
Eyecatching, but that isn't really your color. You should pick something a little more flattering.
Vil Schoenheit | Twisted Wonderland | Heavenbound
[Vil isn't terribly fussed about the whole death thing. Sure, it was a bit of a shock at first, but if it's just a clerical error, it'll get cleared up sooner or later. So long as he doesn't miss anything at home - like work, or exams - he doesn't see any reason to get worked up about it. Stress is terrible for his complexion.
The little halo he woke up with, though? That he likes. What a charming accessory, though he's not entirely sure it suits him. Few would call him angelic, after all. But he'll enjoy it while it's there. Just as he'll enjoy the festivities, even if they are a little overly loud and garish.
He's inspecting one of the drinks, its giver long since vanished into the crowd. It's just ginger ale. But Vil has questions, and he'll ask whoever's close enough.]
Have you seen a list of ingredients anywhere? Death is no reason to be unwise about one's nutritional choices.
[B: Hell]
[The cold isn't so bad. The icicles can be ignored, and even the stalactites aren't terribly dangerous as long as you're keeping an eye out.
But heels on icy sidewalks? Now that's real danger.
Vil is trying to avoid a nasty fall by taking careful steps. He's agile, at least, or it would've been over already. But it couldn't last - one person passing a little too close knocks him off balance, and his elegantly-clad feet come right out from under him. At least he only lands embarrassingly on his bottom, instead of his head, but it's not a light fall.]
Ouch...
[c: Heaven]
[Now this is more Vil's style. Manipedis? Yes please! Especially since he broke a nail taking a fall earlier - he can't walk around looking a mess. So he's sitting, cool as a cucumber, getting his nails done - though he can't quite keep his nose entirely in his own business. He raises an eyebrow, ready to share his opinion to someone nearby even if unasked for.]
Eyecatching, but that isn't really your color. You should pick something a little more flattering.