(OOC: Alrighty, there's a lot of you down there - and since I have done this the whole month, I thought I would not stop now, and I'm sorry if some of you didn't want me to do it, but eventually I decided to control your characters in this post - simply because we are so damn many in this room, that keeping an actual conversation with all of you, which is what I want to do, but doing so at once would make zero sense. I believe things are more smooth and fluent this way - tell me, if you are against it tho, and I will of course stop it - you are of course all allowed to use my character in following posts tho, especially since I can't guarantee being online all the time)
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Am'ar ~ Reunion and LK fucking with me
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As Gen Bloodhorn and I continued our search for the few lost members from team T.H.U.M.P.E.R., as well as the precious magical Gear of Christmas, down through the narrow and dark tunnels of the mountain, our search led us closer and closer to a source of underground steam, as well as familiar voices among new ones. Suddenly a demon approached us! I entered a battle stance, preparing a deadly strike with the sharp crystal on top of my staff, but the demon stopped up to my surprise - odd for the ever hostile demon race, that I had never seen run off or escaping a battle, no matter what their odds were. Guess one time must be the first.. and instead I decided to attack, but was interrupted just in time -
"Am, wait! It's me! Your friend" the demon said, "I'm Paillan, temporarily trapped in this body"
I looked suspiciously at the demon, and returned my staff to its normal use as my wandering staff. I didn't trust him, but if it was truly him, I couldn't be bad to him - he had saved my life after all. I decided not to speak of my mistrust, although it might have been possible from my facial expression and lack of proper greeting.
"Hm.. have you seen the others? They should be around here somewhere..." I said instead.
"Yeah, they're in this cavern down here" the demon said and led me further down the tunnels. As I walked behind him, I wondered if he was leading me into a trap, so I looked for any potential threats around us, as well as closely watched the demon, who appeared not to be lying.
For finally, the road led us into a natural underground dome with walls covered almost entirely in strange glowing mushroom plants varying to lots of different colors.
Most importantly, was that lots of unique people were mysteriously gathered here, clearly discussing the events of Christmas. Some of them were familiar faces, others I had never seen.
"Daddyyyyy!!" Kenny, said and ran towards me, as the first to notice my arrival. Bisnar barked his usual happy barks, but didn't move from his spot, as Juno was seemingly asleep on the seat on his back. I noticed more mushrooms suddenly grew from the ground, as I hugged my son, and the others greeted me, and Gen.
"... So, he's the guy..." a Tauren newcomer said, standing behind the group crowding the entrance, and took a drag on his peace pipe. Unfortunately I was busy with the others, and he didn't demand enough attention to be first in the line.
I knelt down and reached the level of eyesight from Kenny, of course prioritizing my son as the first I wanted to speak to, but it was as if he suddenly came to remember something, and backed off in shame, leaving me to be confused why. Luckily nobody else noticed this, as it was generally difficult to tell the feelings of a skull - a thing that had taken me long months as a lone father to learn back in the days.
Eventually, my thoughts were led to other topics, when Kari came to me and greeted me as the first from the group - oh how I had missed the short hugs and funny mustache from this old friend. He told me that I had been missed, and I had been away for far too long, explaining of Gyro's and Juno's damages, and then asked how the trip to Destruction World was?
"Well, me and.." I turned to send a suspicious second-long glimpse at the demon, but turned back continuing ".. Paillan here, battled through loads of loads of soulless voidwalkers and revenants, before we reached their castle, and met their leader, but he turned out to be the Mad King,", I heard their surprise like a wave flowing through the listeners, "And he almost killed me, if not Paillan here.. had saved my life" the distrust got worse for each time I mentioned Paillan's name. It was now that I noticed a voice in my head, a demonic voice - I could not hear what it said, for its calm, yet raging voice said several things at a time, and somehow it successfully made me wish to kill the distrustful demon at my side, for simpler and simpler reasons. Ignoring it became impossible, and I no choice at last but to interrupt a conversation, and push myself through the crowd, to the tauren, where I stopped before his calm facial expression. Yet, illusions in my mind made it appear hostile - it felt like some of the heavier drugs Mania's influence caused me to take back in the days, but this was far worse, and it made me furious - I knew he had what I needed - some nearby demon, supposedly the one acting as Paillan, had focused all of its powers into breaking me down psychologically - and it worked oddly effectively. I had rarely felt this defenseless, when I knelt down and almost begged for a drag on the "Pipe!"
The tauren was quick to act, and I was sure he knew of my situation, so he passed the peace pipe without a word. It was an awful silence from the confused group behind me, while I desperately inhaled the magical tobacco. In the meantime, he took up a larger pipehead and silently attached it to the pipe, while I was still holding it, and filled more ingredients down the much bigger hole. He lighted it up for me and I didn't question his actions - fellow smokers were some of the coolest people I had ever met after all. The pipe sure relieved the pain and silenced the manipulative voices, and I felt almost as good as before. However, the distrust of the demon wasn't removed.
"Yup, it's you..." the tauren replied to his own question from earlier. I knew, he knew of the demon voices as well, but he didn't say anything, and instead decided to use some spell on his totem. I rose up and broke the newly created unexpected awkward silence.
"Why is there a so powerful demonic soul in this very room?" I said and sent a distrustful view towards Paillan. It must be him! It can only be...
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