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[inflori]

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.

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.

Comments

[circumspector]

[ did she like it? In and of itself? Maybe. Granted, it hadn't mattered, and that's the difference. Petre revels.

She'd never been allowed. She can't say it, there is too much, because it had never had the power to like it or not, and soon, she hadn't felt anything at all. Nor does she find herself with an easy way to explain.

But she ought to, how intently he looks pins her for a second, and something rabbits high in her throat. Old memories, that is all they are now, they cannot hold her any more, she refuses, refuses - ]

Have you ever heard stories about monsters that are locked up in towers to keep them from devouring? Or... about Princesses who are locked away to protect them?

[ Licks her lips, her fingers curled in tightly where she's sat. ]

It was a little like both of those, for me.

[inflori]

[ It's a nice metaphor; Petre might have been able to appreciate it if he could concentrate on the things that were supposed to be beautiful, not just the ugly. In his silence more questions start to bubble up. ]

... I'm a monster, but I was never locked up.

[circumspector]

[ A smile tug, and she's known him for ten minutes and he reminds far too much of the bandits, but his mind is right there, just beside hers and she laughs a little bit. ]

Yeah, I was getting that feeling. Are demons normal where you come from?

[inflori]

No. [ he shakes his head, an immature little gesture. ] They used to be, but they were all wiped out by the Gods. Diana's making more now, though. I'm the first.

[circumspector]

[ That's -- new. She blinks, how on earth do you make demons? It's possible. Hyperion certainly made it's far share of monsters. Krieg was proof enough of that. But a demon was more than just murderously insane.

Well, she thinks so. ]

That's... honestly, I don't really know what to say. We don't really have demons or Gods or ... people that can make them. Sounds ... exciting? [ The only people she knows would revel in that sort of fight, granted. ]

[inflori]

I guess. I don't really care anymore, since I'm here now.

[ His fingers go back to playing with the water. ]