daybreakacademy | I found depravity convinced me I may no longer care, oh, it's a bad, bad ritual but it calms me down

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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.

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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!"

Threaded | Flat

Ekkehardt looks fascinated, and he doesn't make any move or signs of alarm when the knife comes out. Why wouldn't he come here? His friend is playing, after all. Everything is absolutely fine.

"Of course," he says, pleasantly and distantly, like nothing is wrong.

(He could just come in threatening, of course, with knives out and teeth bared. But he doesn't want whatever it is that's in Héctor's body now to get any ideas about using his corpse as a shield. He'd like to prevent further trauma to the man, on the whole.)

[Hm, why a tree though?]

[Puella doesn't say anything but she does take a peek at whatever he was up to. Generally she would've found him indoors or grading papers or something, so this was kind of new.]

He's not weak, for once, not in the way that should have him affected, but he does know what he heard. And it's not something that seemed to fit his new, musical friend(???) and was maybe worth instigating.

Oh, and then there was the knife too.

"What for?" Emizel spoke somewhat deadpan - almost a sarcastic mock that he knew this was about to be a bad time.

[ He blinks... and then lifts his hands in a 'whoa, I'm harmless' gesture. Jeez, he's barely even part of this school and there's already a dude with a knife! ]

Hooooola...?

[ Nope, not holding still. He's already taking a step or two away from the crazy guy. ]

Sorry, man, but uh... You know how ADHD is, right? Holding still isn't really my [ another step ] thing.

[ facing the “thing” in front of him, flat doesn’t seem to be too bothered by it. perhaps his heart has skipped a few beats as his instinctive flight response rings a bell, but what’s in front of him is just too interesting to go away just yet.

even if it has a knife.

flat wishes that they had a knife too, at this moment. ]

Ahaha, that’s a pretty strange language you were singing in, sir. Do you greet everyone with a knife?

[Honestly, he's barely talked to Hector - so the demon's odd language doesn't get much out of him, beyond noting that it isn't a human one, and feeling the slight pull on his...soul?

He could resist it, but this is interesting - and he barely seems to even react when the knife comes out and he's told to stay still, an eyebrow raising quietly.]

...If you're about to stab me, at least give me a moment to text someone so I can warn them in advance.

Being one of the other nighttime TA, he picked up on some of the classes Hector had asked to be let off of, not that he minded, sometimes people needed a break.

So when he left for the night, strolling with that odd cane of his, when he notices a familiar figure, who addressed him.

"You're dressed up rather nice tonight,"

Gongenzaka isn't especially used to Héctor wanting to see him. Actually he's more used to catching the guy in a situation where he really Doesn't want to be seen by him, but that's happened far less in recent times fortunately enough.

That aside, he's...pretty sure this isn't his usual style? Hrm. The bear- and he is of course a bear for the moment- blinks rather owlishly, having literally turned the corner to...this?

"Auh...I am?"

Well count HIM clueless on what the Heck is going on, Héc.

[While he has no way of noticing the pinkish hue to Héctor's eyes, he's pretty certain that isn't Spanish... Not really sure what it is, but coming from Héctor it sounds nice, that warm welcoming tone that's lured him in more times than once. Even with the guitar lessons and music club, it feels a little strange to see him playing so casually out in the open, but he's not going to complain. Just make his lazy way over, hands in his pockets, and plop down nearby to listen.]

Hey --

[uh, wait. That's not right. At least his body reacts while his mind is stuck trying to process what the problem here is, hand moving to grip his own knife. He should probably feel bad that it's the part of himself he controls that's been put under the daemonic charm and only instinct driven into him by over a decade of nightmares helping him out -- maybe later, when he's shaken off this weird desire to comply and stay near. Hell, he's fucking stupid.]

What...? Why?

[This really, really is not right, he knows that much. He needs to get up, brace himself, something, anything. Why the hell isn't he moving yet?]

Threaded | Flat

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C - I'm down with plotting for a fight, buuuut he's just as likely to run to find help

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