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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.
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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.