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( open log come be my friend hail satan )
CHARACTERS: Petre, open to everyone.
WHERE: Station 72
WHEN: day 166 onward.
SUMMARY: Petre fucks around, he's bored and you're his entertainment, probably.
WARNINGS: He swears and says inappropriate things; if there are themes to his character you'd like me to avoid, let me know here.
WHERE: Station 72
WHEN: day 166 onward.
SUMMARY: Petre fucks around, he's bored and you're his entertainment, probably.
WARNINGS: He swears and says inappropriate things; if there are themes to his character you'd like me to avoid, let me know here.
NESTING DECK | WHY WON'T YOU TALK TO ME
[ Hard to say where Petre spends most of his time, but this is the first place he remembers seeing after his world burned before his eyes, so it seems logical to him to come here for answers. There are none, of course, even when he directly addresses the symbiote that doesn't even bother to answer back in words. There will be things along the lines of the following: ]
(Hey, can you hear me?)
(You could answer, you're in my head, stupid.)
(Do you even have a name?)
(You're useless.)
[ Because he's a smart cookie, of course. Whatever. He crosses his arms, kicks at whatever he finds that's grounded to the floor, and wanders around to see if there's anyone he can wake up to actually have a conversation with. ]
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TRAINING WING | JUST KEEP SWIMMING
[ People who have been around him will know this: Petre used to be a human boy, was turned into a demon and taught how to fight by his partner Diana, since she created him to become a sidekick in a war against gods. For that he knows how to pick up a weapon or other, but anyone seeing him actually practicing with or without one will find that he's extremely crude and prefers brutality over technique. Seriously, it's almost sad to watch.
Otherwise, he'll be shedding his clothes and jumping into the pool wearing nothing but twink-sized briefs. There's the possibility he may use his heat-inducing powers to make the water warmer. And warmer. Until he's actually pretty damn hot, at least if you come close enough. You're... welcome? ]
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RECREATIONAL WING | NETFLIX AND THRILL
[ The boy is extremely disorganized. Just peek into his brain to see that his thoughts are a bit chaotic, so much that even his symbiote seems to present a little difficulty quieting things down. It still feels comfortable in his brain, though, for what it's worth, but sadly it does not prevent the kid from being extremely bored. He knows he likes pop culture, from the few things he's bothered to learn about the world outside a war against the divine, which he prefers in the form of easy-to-consume things, such as movies. Do they exist?! That is the question.
So he'll go to the library and start taking out whatever material he finds there. Absolutely do not count on him to put a single thing back in place. ]
Do they have horror movies here? I want those.
yaaaas
Yeah. [ And the accent is already apparent on the single word, though not possible to pinpoint so immediately. Petre isn't actively thinking about Romania all the time, okay. ] I'm not turning it back.
[ Not that the other guy made a single sign of wanting him to (he said nice, Petre), but he's still going to be a brat about it. ]
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[Just don't. Nathaniel loved the idea of the swimming pool, don't get him wrong, but there's just something amazing about a whole pool transformed into hot tub. It's hard to contain the glee just radiating from his face.]
Can I join you?
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... Sure? Don't have to be weird about it.
[ The smile on that face is perplexing - though, to be fair, Petre is only ever weirded out when he wants to be. He practically bathes in guts and further gore just because he's too stupid to be clean about murdering people. The boy has no sense of normal, he just has a sense of 'I don't agree with this, therefore it is stupid'. ]
Who're you?
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[He won't even hesitate to get out of his t-shirt and shorts, showing off his admittedly boring briefs, and slides in. It takes a moment to adjust, but he basks in the heat of the water for a minute before answering the other's question.]
I'm Nathaniel Horn. Nice to meet you. [He says, reaching over with a hand to shake.] This is the best thing I've seen in a while around here. Good job.
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It is? Because it was super easy.
[ But feel free to just keep complimenting him, his ego loves it. ]
I'm Petre. Dodrescu.
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[He beams at the handshake (he was half expecting for it to be rejected) and moves to lean against the side of the pool, arms draped over the edge.]
Petre? A nice name. Where are you from? Earth, I'm assuming?
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yeah, Earth. I was born in Romania. That's European.
[ audience claps ]
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[Traveling sounds so nice, but it's a pity he may not get a chance to travel Earth ever anytime soon.]
I'm from America, myself, but not really from it, exactly. I'm not human, you see.
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You're not? What are you then?
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[They had their Martians and Venusians and all that fun stuff. No Karnonians. Which isn't surprising, considering that his race were some of the most xenophobic jerks in the whole galaxy. They'd love for people not to hear about them, period.]
[He smiles, amused by Petre's reaction.]
This isn't even what I truly look like. I just look like this to fit in with everyone else.
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Why do you care about fitting in with everyone else? Just turn into what you look like. I wanna see.
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[He doesn't seem bothered by the request - he just gives Petre an easy smile. It's not a big deal. He's fine with what he looks like, but he's not going to just go ahead and do it right away. He has more tact than that.]
You sure? I'll do it, you know, but I want to make sure you won't go running away screaming or anything like that.
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I'm not gonna run screaming! [ And after brief consideration, ] I could show you what I really look like.
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[He's being facetious, judging by the wide grin on his face. The offer makes him blink in slight confusion, though.]
Wait, I thought you were human. You're not?
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No. But I guess if you're not gonna show me anything, there's no point in me showing you either.
[ Juuuust saying. Though he can't even try to hide the fact that he does want Nathaniel to see. And possibly scream a little. ]
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Okay. Here goes.
[And then he just...unfurls. His head rips apart haphazardly into a series of fleshy tendrils and teeth, dark beady eyes dotted along the exposed flesh, and the rest of his body follows suit. His bones crack sickeningly into place as his form shifts, flesh twisting down his limbs to thicken them into strange inhuman forelimbs as his whole body suddenly increases in size. He manages to slip off his own briefs before the rest of his transformation proceeds to his lower half, parts of his legs fusing together into a nasty spike-covered tail that thrashes through the water.]
[It takes only under a minute, but he's finally done, a monster now standing in the place of the cheerful young man from before. He twists his head(?) in Petre's direction, speaking with mouths that are clearly not used for human speech - his words are guttural, spoken with an almost breathless growl.]
Youurrrrrrrr turn.
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Dude, that's - that's fucking gross! What the fuck? How do you even fit...
[ Fit in a human flesh suit, is what he doesn't manage to get out. He finds himself slowly reaching out like he isn't sure he can touch him. Any of him. ]
I don't even know where to look. Where's your face?
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[...He's laughing.]
Doooon't have one. [It's hard to talk English like this - he could easily switch to his native language, with it's lovely-sounding series of squelches, pops, cracks and growls, but it's obvious Petre won't understand him. He'll have to work his way through the words like they're oatmeal clogging up his mouth.]
Told youuuu...it was verrrrrrry...gross. [Even like this, he sounds amused, and he notices Petre's attempt to reach out - he bends forward, a thin tendril moving out from one of his forelimbs to wrap around the other's hand in the semblance of a handshake. He's very real, indeed.]
Like I...said be...fore. Yourrrrr turn.
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And just like he would with said insides, Petre idly wonders if he could eat Nathaniel. Any part of him. Maybe just a little bit? He does so look like raw flesh all over, and that's Petre's favorite... ]
Oh. Right.
[ He said he'd show Nathaniel, too. He takes his hand back and rolls his shoulders, closing his eyes to take a breath (all for show) to open them again and stare blindly in Nathaniel's direction. They're oil black all over now, void interrupted only by the reflection of lights above them, and then he opens his mouth to let his teeth grow. And grow. Sharper, long, deformed; they look too big to fit in a kid's mouth, and like they can do some serious damage. They're meant to crunch through bone, what can he say.
Finally, he wiggles the fingers on his one hand, nails turned into massive claws. This demon doesn't get a tail or horns, lame. ]
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[He backs away slightly at the sight of the other's transformation, his multi-eyed gaze lingering on his teeth before moving to his claws. It's a bit strange, of course, to see a normal human being with those features, but at the same time, Nathaniel can't help but feel a sense of awe, like a child beaming widely at a prehistoric model of some terrible beast in a museum.]
[The teeth-laden tendrils on his upper body sway behind him as he speaks, his teeth clacking together in obvious pleasure.]
Very...niiiiiice. [There's a loud rumble that comes from his torso, sounding like a purr.] What biiigg...teeth you haaaaave.
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He spreads is mouth a little wider, teeth retracting and turning mostly human again. Apparently he needs to do that to speak more easily. ]
You've got teeth, like, everywhere. What do you even eat?
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Hoooooold on.
[The transformation proceeds in reverse, his tendrils sinking back into his mound of flesh, teeth retracting back with a hiss. The way parts of his body sag and wither makes it seem like it isn't like he's not pulling them into himself, but actively killing them off in order to fit his entire bulk inside a human form. Muscles knit over each other, before skin grows over them, like a mold, and eventually his face forms, dark hair sprouting out of his head into his short sweep of a haircut.]
[He's naked (his briefs have floated a few feet away), but he crosses his legs to save his new friend the vision of certain parts.]
There we go! Much better! [His voice is back to normal, as cheerful as ever. He reaches up to his head, twisting it slightly with a crack, like he's doing a casual stretch.] Sorry. Anyways, I'm an omnivore! I'm not picky. We had certain animals where I came from that we would raise and slaughter, not unlike your cows and chickens and pigs, but we had some plants, too. Mostly meat, though. I love the stuff.
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[ He doesn't even look bothered by the fact that the other guy's naked. Who cares! They're buddies now, and they're exchanging stories. Petre is sad to report that Nathaniel doesn't mention what he hoped he would, though.
After a pause, he speaks up on what that is: ]
... I eat people.
[ How cool would it be to watch that alien form eat a person... ]
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[...Alright. Nothing to really get up in arms over. Nathaniel shrugs. He likes humanity, he does, and he might feel a twinge of discomfort, but overall, he doesn't necessarily disapprove. And that is because-]
Oh, I've eaten a person once. Probably wouldn't do it again, though. [He makes a slightly disgusted face.] It's a little...fatty? It kind of sticks in your teeth after a while.
[So, don't worry, Petre, he's been there, he's done that, even if the whole thing was only done because he needed to get rid of evidence for a certain murder he committed.]
What are you, anyways?
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I need to eat them so I stay alive. [ And so he can regenerate, and keep his powers, and generally just not go berserk on everyone. The lower his energy levels, the crazier he gets, which is Really Saying Something. ]
I'm a demon. You know, like, for Satan. She's my boss.