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OPEN POST 2017
1. Post here with the character you want to play with in the header
2. Put your prompt in the body of the comment (or leave it to me)
3. ????
4. Profit
HOT-N-READY FRESH SIB CHARACTERS!
I'm actively playing, confident in my ability to play, or want to play these guys
korosensei / auger / krieg
maou / tidus / jaffar
cain / ash / glottis
komugi / neuro / sonic
fiora / lupin / chiyuki
akechi / morgana / claptrap
COLD LEFTOVERS SIB CHARACTERS!
I can whip them out if you ask
STALE SIB CHARACTERS
Everyone else aka I'll try my best
steampunk world GOGO let me know if this isn't good/is godmodey...
[ Manifesting on this plane has its costs. It is known to him, and to all of his ilk, and has been for all time - his memory stretches backwards into infinity and he cannot see its beginning, but he knows that he was willing to pay that cost. For a chance at indulging his sinful pleasures, he already has.
The ritual to summon a demon is complex enough to ward away those who aren't truly determined, but not so complex that they wouldn't succeed and fall into the devil's trap. The darkened basement chamber, its door locked, feels shut off from civilization. The flickering flames of the candles shed only enough light for the old incantations to be read from yellowing parchment paper. And the black symbol scrawled on the earthen floor (in blood? or merely paint that resembles it?) would fill any mortal with dread. Only the daring and the foolhardy would engage in such an ominous ritual. And only the truly lucky would succeed in performing it.
Today, Rem is one of those lucky few. His rites and words were met with discouraging silence that stretched on for a minute or more - until, suddenly, they weren't. The candlelight is snuffed out in an inexplicable gust of wind, save for one - and behind that candle, not quite distinguishable, is the outline of a something that shouldn't be there. ]
Who calls, and begs for succor?
no subject
[In the dark, Rem almost immediately grins, lips twisting up into it as a short, triumphant laugh barks past his lips. There's an eager light in his eyes, a manic light--if you will. He's not crazy, precisely, though some definitely would call him that for actually daring to do such a ritual.
More so for doing it on what amounted to a whim. A whim, he'd snarl, when it was his interests, his passions, that led to him doing as such. Why else did he waste his time travelling between places, stowing away on the commoner dirigibles that belched steam and smoke high up into the sky? Why else would he risk life and limb hawking medicines and remedies that (more often than not) did nothing at all?
For this! For something like this! His clenched fists trembled with excitement, an utter lack of fear.
(To be afraid you have to have some self-preservation instincts. Rem has none.)]
So you actually do exist.
how has it been 12 days i just got this tag yesterday??? i don't understand time
Yet here is this... man. This thing. He feels a prick of irritation, but he lets it slide for the moment. A wrath demon should be inspiring wrath in others. The demon doesn't bother answering that obvious statement. Without a concrete form tying him to this plane yet, his voice, while decidedly masculine, has a strange quality to it: echoing from around the room rather than from the shadowy silhouette that seems to be present, and without a tone or timbre that can be precisely pinned down. ]
I give power to those mortals that seek it. The power to command. The power to inspire... The power to overcome, to elevate. And the power to destroy. Power that no other can take from you. Do you seek strength, mortal?
time keeps on slipping slipping slipping
[Power, hm. Well, honestly, Rem just wanted to be vindicated in his claims that all of his creepy voodoo things and occult hobbies weren't just for nothing. His long tail twitches where it's stretched out behind him.]
Yeah, I suppose so. [he doesn't sound very convincing] How does that work, you give power and take something in return and just leave?
APPARENTLY
first the lack of fear, and now the lack of conviction? how did this summoning even succeed? The demon still isn't exactly visible, but somehow, there's a feeling of disapproval in the air.
Still. A soul's a soul. He hears the request for explanation, but hear it is all he does; as soon as Rem agrees to his question, the contract is sealed enough. Fairness and honor aren't high priorities for his kind. ]
Then it shall be so.
[ Rather than any answers, there's a loud snap, loud enough to make one's ears ring: then, just like that, the light returns to the room, as if the candles had never been snuffed out at all. But the heaviness in the room remains. The only other difference is that, laying in the center of the symbol on the ground before Rem, is a gilded gun that wasn't there before. ]