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daybreakacademy2019-12-28 03:44 am
unpocoloco) wrote in daybreakacademy2019-12-28 03:44 am
I found depravity convinced me I may no longer care, oh, it's a bad, bad ritual but it calms me down
Who: Héctor??? (a demon) and OTA
What: Héctor contemplates his deathday, The Riveras get back into necromancy and something else comes back.
When: Mid-December and post-holidays respectively.
Where: The campus, soliel
Warning: Demonic posession and possible violence (plot with me if you want to fight or be fought, however if you just want your character to run and be spooked then go wild), death talk as always
A - Late To The Funeral
He hadn't forgotten it. It's hard to forget the day you die. Puella's portal thingie hadn't helped. Now he remembers it even clearer than before. At first, he thought he'd just push on through it like any other day. But now, here he is, canceling engagements left and right.
He tells night class teachers he won't be in. He cancels tutoring sessions and guitar lessons. He opens his schedule right up for Imelda and Coco alone but even that, he suspects, will be difficult. And what does he do with his time? Well, it would seem, laying under a tree is his plan.
B - Revival: Uninvited Guest
He closes her door behind him. Nothing different, maybe next time. She's concerned but it's no matter. He'll be gone from here before long.
The body is imperfect. There's a limp but he's sure he can find some way to fix that. Most of the rest is aesthetic, nothing a little glamor here or there can't fix. He's got to follow the rules of the body, adapt to the slips in the mind that he's smothered, but that's fine. With time he can expand. He draws up a white suit and fixes a broken tooth to gold. Push the hair back a little and voilà! Home sweet home. His eyes have already adjusted to a pinkish hue but it's subtle enough he's sure it won't be noticed.
"Schools these days. They'll let just anybody in here," He laughs, then hums. An interesting new voice. A little on the goofy side but here can hear notes beneath, just a touch melodic, and that will be perfect later.
But for now, he's got locks to pick, magical artifacts to destroy, and apparently a few conversations to have, considering who's just caught him in the act. He beams like he wasn't doing a thing wrong.
"Ah! Just the person I wanted to see!"
C - Revival: Comeback Tour
"Héctor's" fingers move over the strings of the guitar, drawing music forth with his normal skill and grace. He sings with his same voice, warm and inviting. But there's a deeper pull now and it lies in the words he sings. From his lips slips a demonic tongue, drawing in whatever weaker souls he can.
"ΔŦŞ€Ξ₣ ΔŁ Δ ΔΜΔŁŁ ØŁỮĆŘíĆ Ł€ ΔĴỮβΞĐ, ΔΞŦŞ€β ΔŁ Δ ŘΔŦŇ€ΜΞŁΔ €Đ ØРΜ€ΞŦ Ş€ ΔŘØĦΔ..."
He grins up at any who join him. He sets his guitar down, exchanging it for a glittering knife.
"Hola! I'm glad you're here. Now, hold still."
D - Coming Soon To Theaters
He doesn't know why he's watching this. Self-torment perhaps? He still feels awful in more ways than one, and yet he can't bring himself to turn the TV off. It's all the morbid fascination of a wreck, or maybe it would be more apt to say that he is the wreck and on-screen is the over-confident captain declaring he will never sink.
Actually on-screen is an over-confident musician, smiling in that smarmy way of his while Héctor stares witheringly back. Ernesto is, of course, unaware of him.
"A full-length feature film! That's an incredible surprise! And you've already started working?"
"Si. We only have a few more scenes left to shoot as a matter of fact. We'll be doing that here, in beautiful France, before we return to wrap in my home, México. Perhaps fittingly, that is the name of my new movie; El Camino A Casa."
Héctor feels his eye twitch.
"Featuring all your favorite songs, including--"
Héctor stands and slams the off button.
"That's enough out of you!"
What: Héctor contemplates his deathday, The Riveras get back into necromancy and something else comes back.
When: Mid-December and post-holidays respectively.
Where: The campus, soliel
Warning: Demonic posession and possible violence (plot with me if you want to fight or be fought, however if you just want your character to run and be spooked then go wild), death talk as always
A - Late To The Funeral
He hadn't forgotten it. It's hard to forget the day you die. Puella's portal thingie hadn't helped. Now he remembers it even clearer than before. At first, he thought he'd just push on through it like any other day. But now, here he is, canceling engagements left and right.
He tells night class teachers he won't be in. He cancels tutoring sessions and guitar lessons. He opens his schedule right up for Imelda and Coco alone but even that, he suspects, will be difficult. And what does he do with his time? Well, it would seem, laying under a tree is his plan.
B - Revival: Uninvited Guest
He closes her door behind him. Nothing different, maybe next time. She's concerned but it's no matter. He'll be gone from here before long.
The body is imperfect. There's a limp but he's sure he can find some way to fix that. Most of the rest is aesthetic, nothing a little glamor here or there can't fix. He's got to follow the rules of the body, adapt to the slips in the mind that he's smothered, but that's fine. With time he can expand. He draws up a white suit and fixes a broken tooth to gold. Push the hair back a little and voilà! Home sweet home. His eyes have already adjusted to a pinkish hue but it's subtle enough he's sure it won't be noticed.
"Schools these days. They'll let just anybody in here," He laughs, then hums. An interesting new voice. A little on the goofy side but here can hear notes beneath, just a touch melodic, and that will be perfect later.
But for now, he's got locks to pick, magical artifacts to destroy, and apparently a few conversations to have, considering who's just caught him in the act. He beams like he wasn't doing a thing wrong.
"Ah! Just the person I wanted to see!"
C - Revival: Comeback Tour
"Héctor's" fingers move over the strings of the guitar, drawing music forth with his normal skill and grace. He sings with his same voice, warm and inviting. But there's a deeper pull now and it lies in the words he sings. From his lips slips a demonic tongue, drawing in whatever weaker souls he can.
"ΔŦŞ€Ξ₣ ΔŁ Δ ΔΜΔŁŁ ØŁỮĆŘíĆ Ł€ ΔĴỮβΞĐ, ΔΞŦŞ€β ΔŁ Δ ŘΔŦŇ€ΜΞŁΔ €Đ ØРΜ€ΞŦ Ş€ ΔŘØĦΔ..."
He grins up at any who join him. He sets his guitar down, exchanging it for a glittering knife.
"Hola! I'm glad you're here. Now, hold still."
D - Coming Soon To Theaters
He doesn't know why he's watching this. Self-torment perhaps? He still feels awful in more ways than one, and yet he can't bring himself to turn the TV off. It's all the morbid fascination of a wreck, or maybe it would be more apt to say that he is the wreck and on-screen is the over-confident captain declaring he will never sink.
Actually on-screen is an over-confident musician, smiling in that smarmy way of his while Héctor stares witheringly back. Ernesto is, of course, unaware of him.
"A full-length feature film! That's an incredible surprise! And you've already started working?"
"Si. We only have a few more scenes left to shoot as a matter of fact. We'll be doing that here, in beautiful France, before we return to wrap in my home, México. Perhaps fittingly, that is the name of my new movie; El Camino A Casa."
Héctor feels his eye twitch.
"Featuring all your favorite songs, including--"
Héctor stands and slams the off button.
"That's enough out of you!"
no subject
Were you going to tie me up? Terribly rude.
[He shakes his head.]
I'm not here to mug you. I'm here to kill you. Besides, I doubt you're innocent. Everyone's done something. What about you?
no subject
I mean... isn't taking someone's life just another form of mugging?
[ Advanced Mugging (alternately, Mugging+) as some might call it . . . ]
But why do you even care what I've done. You're all... trying to finish me off without even learning my name. Man, and you called me rude.
[ lEO... Also he's just casually trying to make his way to the exit as he tries to remember the last place he saw one of the staff. ]
no subject
No, I don't think so. I have no interest in any possession of yours.
[But the boy does have one point. He shrugs his shoulders, matching step for step.]
It doesn't matter to me. Only that you're not innocent. This isn't personal. This isn't anything like that. I'm going to make use of you. And I don't see you asking for a name.
[He lunges again in another swipe of the blade.]
no subject
Bad news, buddy. No way am I ever letting you use me - heh... if I was so easy to use, I wouldn't even be here, man.
[ A very vague hint - this guy isn't the first to actively try to use him for something bigger than he is. Also he's not going to bother hiding his ability in the area of speed. He easily dodges the guy, almost dancing out of the way.
Quickly, he's going to rush for the exit. ]
So what if I've done some things I'm not proud of. Doesn't give you any right to pick what happens to me.
[ SPRINTING AWAY NOW, and yelling: ]
Leo Valdez never goes down easily!
no subject
The speed is far more than anything he's got in this form. Instead he calls out.]
I just told you I don't care!
[But it seems the boy is gone. Ugh. Everyone at this school is annoying.]