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[it takes a stern talking-to (and there's more pouting than should be possible for joinery), but the Luggage draws its legs into itself in the end, ready to sulk on the porch for the rest of the night at its master's bequest.
Rincewind comes bearing gifts - a half veggie, half sausage and mushroom pizza and two bottles of red wine. They aren't the best, but he hopes they'll be better than whatever "box wine" is. He holds both arm-fulls up for inspection after rapping on the door.
Hopefully Chilton hasn't passed out in the twenty minutes it took him to get here, or this pose is going to get awkward. And tiring.]
Rincewind comes bearing gifts - a half veggie, half sausage and mushroom pizza and two bottles of red wine. They aren't the best, but he hopes they'll be better than whatever "box wine" is. He holds both arm-fulls up for inspection after rapping on the door.
Hopefully Chilton hasn't passed out in the twenty minutes it took him to get here, or this pose is going to get awkward. And tiring.]
[He answers the door only to lean against the frame of the threshold, squinting at Rincewind -- his glass of sloshing boxed wine in hand. He had not taken the advice to ease off the sludge.]
Mr. Rincewind! Hello. Please, please, come inside.
[Chilton pulled open the door, offering only a sneer to the abandoned Luggage. He beckoned Rincewind to the kitchen, announcing that the pizza and (more importantly) the wine can go on the table.]
Look at you, with your hat. [Another sip.] I'm glad you've come.
Mr. Rincewind! Hello. Please, please, come inside.
[Chilton pulled open the door, offering only a sneer to the abandoned Luggage. He beckoned Rincewind to the kitchen, announcing that the pizza and (more importantly) the wine can go on the table.]
Look at you, with your hat. [Another sip.] I'm glad you've come.
[ hi hello did you want to be bothered by him again? ]
Any more of a brown noser and you'd be halfway up Lucifer's ass. [ he might be amused. sue him. ]
Any more of a brown noser and you'd be halfway up Lucifer's ass. [ he might be amused. sue him. ]
[ Oh, y'know. Livin the life. Like right now. Bothering you is all manner of fun. ]
Russia's already sad enough as it is- last thing i'm looking to do is watch people fall into the nearest snowdrift without their panic buttons.
Russia's already sad enough as it is- last thing i'm looking to do is watch people fall into the nearest snowdrift without their panic buttons.
Crawling back into Hell or bothering you. I don't know, let me think about it..
[a previously discussed, the Luggage may not have eyes, but Chilton will surely feel its wooden glare as he closes the door.
Rincewind feels out of place as soon as he steps inside, reluctant to move from the foyer. It's - very nice in here. And clean. Distracted, he eventually keys back in long enough to toe his sandals off and walk to the kitchen on socked feet.]
- Hm? Oh, well, yes. The day I'm without it is the day you'll know I've been possessed by something likely ancient and terrible, so you know. Watch out for that, will you?
[he watches Chilton with some amusement.]
I take it you've found a way to swallow past the homicide? - And you've a lovely home, I should mention that.
Rincewind feels out of place as soon as he steps inside, reluctant to move from the foyer. It's - very nice in here. And clean. Distracted, he eventually keys back in long enough to toe his sandals off and walk to the kitchen on socked feet.]
- Hm? Oh, well, yes. The day I'm without it is the day you'll know I've been possessed by something likely ancient and terrible, so you know. Watch out for that, will you?
[he watches Chilton with some amusement.]
I take it you've found a way to swallow past the homicide? - And you've a lovely home, I should mention that.
Hell ain't my hometown. Spent some time down there, sure, but it's not my go-to.
I did used to be something other than a demon, y'know. We don't grow under rocks.
Turns out I have quite the tolerance for homicide.
[The Baltimore legend persists. He moved, sometimes swerved, to the cabinet with the other wine glasses. Soon Rincewind was presented with one of his own.]
We have to buy you real shoes. One day.
[Drunk or not, Chilton always had fashion advice to deliver.]
[The Baltimore legend persists. He moved, sometimes swerved, to the cabinet with the other wine glasses. Soon Rincewind was presented with one of his own.]
We have to buy you real shoes. One day.
[Drunk or not, Chilton always had fashion advice to deliver.]
-- They hire a stork to bring them a bouncing baby demon? Yeah, try again.
You remind me of someone I knew once. The youngest son of the richest family in Westeros. But a black sheep in a way. A dwarf of all things who thought he was a clever, clever man. He was a bit of a drunkard, like yourself. And he underestimated me, also like yourself. He tried to make a pawn of me in a little game of his. And wouldn't you know? He found he was not as clever as me in the end.
Most demons come from corrupted human souls. Y'know, the ones that get stuck in the pit and tortured for a few hundred years. So yeah, we all start off as people.
Ours don't. [with a verbal shrug.] The tortured souls in our Hell rather just... remain tortured souls. Bit boring, I suppose, but I personally like predictability in my hellspawn.
[a beat.]
Do you remember your human life, then?
[a beat.]
Do you remember your human life, then?
Edited 2016-05-31 02:38 (UTC)
Well yeah, ours get with the torturing, too. Spend a decade or two down there and they start conning you into doing more and then-- tadah. You're hooked.
But do I remember? [ He has to do some mental counting for a second. ] 'Course I do, only died a couple months ago.
But do I remember? [ He has to do some mental counting for a second. ] 'Course I do, only died a couple months ago.
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