✝ LONG LIVE BAHAMUT ✝
WORD COUNT: 1019 ❘❘ THEME SONG: PROPANE NIGHTMARES ❘❘ TAGS: @YDRIS @BASSAM @ROS ❘❘ JOB: iLAC
As it were, things began to look up for the heathenish sphynx. With days gone and a few jobs ( varying in morality ) under his belt, Damian felt it appropriate to establish himself as an inhabitant of fiore and "get with the times" so to speak. He'd come across a large sum of wealth recently and it was time to treat himself to something nice. When communicating with his various clients, Damian often met them in whatever tavern proved the shadiest. With the new iLac, he'd worry no longer. He was officially going to step into the world of digital communication & transactions; maximizing his business opportunities and expanding his network.
"With the ability to access Lacrima Net, the iLac comes with calendars, calculators, a tracker for the condition of your body and magic, alarms, timers, stopwatches; the list goes on and on!" He had to admit, he couldn't quite control his excitement. "Now!...How many people are susceptible to cyber-bullying"? Oh...you can't possibly expect him to use this for good; it'd tarnish his good name. "Humans are gullible creatures; one quick phone call can start a riot." Giggles nearly rushed from his maw as he sat in the center of a pitch black vicinity.
"How long will you continue to ignore me?" The thunderous voice boomed through his mind, his body shaking from but a few words. "As long as it takes until I leave you groveling before me." What was once a midget of joy upon the apathetic visage was now a hollow of it's former. The thunderous voice echoed once more in the form of a chuckle before proceeding to speak. "What a humorous creature you are; albeit more weak than initially thought." Rage beckoned a snapped response "Piss off D, you wouldn't even exist without me! You're just talking shit because you're in there and I'm out here!" An insurmountable amount of pressure now applied itself to the feline's form; his frame crashing into the ground as an intense heat engulfed him. Howling in pain, Damian writhed as "D" continued.
"Is that what you think?! That I'm just some whelp residing in here for kicks? Shall we recall my track record, child? Shall we recall what I did to your mother?! Consuming her was no easier than consuming your mind. You're weak, Damian, you're weak because you refuse to embrace your role as my lesser! Cease this repulsive behavior and let. me. feast"!
Suddenly, the pain stopped as Damian entered a fit of coughing and gasping for air. Struggling back to position, he felt strength gradually return. "Let this be a reminder of your position here, boy. As well as a warning to never raise your voice to me again..." With that, the voice faded; Damian left with an unbearable pain and the haunting words of his bestial instinct. "God damnit this hurts!" Crawling to the wall, he sat against it and hugged his knees; burying his head into it. "Ha...what a joke!" he couldn't stop his body from shaking...he couldn't stop this foreign reaction. "Funny how the only thing capable of showing me this is another version of myself." He gazed at the endless abyss of black "Perhaps it isn't my family but I as my undoing"? Letting that thought fester, he sat in silence for a short while longer before eventually getting up and exiting the house; he'd still business to attend to in the Neutral Grounds.
--> NEUTRAL GROUNDS, iLAC FACTORY
It was standard in the Neutral Ground that upon entering it all magic be disabled. Personally he couldn't find the fairness in this as the hated are subject to physical discrimination with no way to retaliate. Everyone says they've no toleration when racism is brought up but in most cases it's politely swept to the side when anything of significance takes place. As expected he received a few stares from this and that person. What he didn't realize however was that regardless of his current emotion?...He'd a static visage displaying nothing but irritation; of course people were going to stare at him! He would get nothing different from the desk clerk as he entered the factory.
"Welcome to our building! How can I help y-" A light gasp waltzed with her shock as a relatively tall anthropomorphic sphynx cat death glared her very existence. "..you...today...sir"? He grinned, leaning closer to play on her fear "Do I scare you, girl?" retreating backwards, she began to stutter as she spoke. "N-No sir, y-you aren't scary at all! I-I'm sorry if you felt I-I was saying that!" She flailed her arms about in a panic; she was clearly scared. Of course, what would Neutral Ground be without it's fair share of knights in shining armor. "Listen sir, if you aren't here for an iLac could you please leave? You're beginning to bother the other customers"!
"Of course..." he thought "This is how it always is, isn't it? I'm some kind of monster to them. They gaze at me in fear like I've premeditated murder; gaze at me like I'm a freak." This crowd had been diverse as well, not just humans uneasy with his presence. "All of them...all of them will be on their knees in time." The voice once again returned, it's thunderous tone not lost on him. "And they will.. as soon as you give in to me." Yet another snap response, this one unintentionally directed at the manager. "SHUT YOUR FUCKING MOUTH!" . . . He paused, snatching the iLac and retreating before any more damage could be done. . . Or so he thought. "Oh by the way," he peeked back in looking at the manager with his hand wrapped around the clerk "Your "employee" is swapping spit with the janitor; happy cheating". Snickering, he withdrew in a flash; the sounds of the manager hollering reaching a few blocks down.
"My very own iLac with a bit of chaos on top; I couldn't have asked for a better day." As he triumphantly waltzed back to his abode, he couldn't help but ponder the undeniable truth of "D"'s words.
WORD COUNT: 1019 ❘❘ THEME SONG: PROPANE NIGHTMARES ❘❘ TAGS: @YDRIS @BASSAM @ROS ❘❘ JOB: iLAC
As it were, things began to look up for the heathenish sphynx. With days gone and a few jobs ( varying in morality ) under his belt, Damian felt it appropriate to establish himself as an inhabitant of fiore and "get with the times" so to speak. He'd come across a large sum of wealth recently and it was time to treat himself to something nice. When communicating with his various clients, Damian often met them in whatever tavern proved the shadiest. With the new iLac, he'd worry no longer. He was officially going to step into the world of digital communication & transactions; maximizing his business opportunities and expanding his network.
"With the ability to access Lacrima Net, the iLac comes with calendars, calculators, a tracker for the condition of your body and magic, alarms, timers, stopwatches; the list goes on and on!" He had to admit, he couldn't quite control his excitement. "Now!...How many people are susceptible to cyber-bullying"? Oh...you can't possibly expect him to use this for good; it'd tarnish his good name. "Humans are gullible creatures; one quick phone call can start a riot." Giggles nearly rushed from his maw as he sat in the center of a pitch black vicinity.
"How long will you continue to ignore me?" The thunderous voice boomed through his mind, his body shaking from but a few words. "As long as it takes until I leave you groveling before me." What was once a midget of joy upon the apathetic visage was now a hollow of it's former. The thunderous voice echoed once more in the form of a chuckle before proceeding to speak. "What a humorous creature you are; albeit more weak than initially thought." Rage beckoned a snapped response "Piss off D, you wouldn't even exist without me! You're just talking shit because you're in there and I'm out here!" An insurmountable amount of pressure now applied itself to the feline's form; his frame crashing into the ground as an intense heat engulfed him. Howling in pain, Damian writhed as "D" continued.
"Is that what you think?! That I'm just some whelp residing in here for kicks? Shall we recall my track record, child? Shall we recall what I did to your mother?! Consuming her was no easier than consuming your mind. You're weak, Damian, you're weak because you refuse to embrace your role as my lesser! Cease this repulsive behavior and let. me. feast"!
Suddenly, the pain stopped as Damian entered a fit of coughing and gasping for air. Struggling back to position, he felt strength gradually return. "Let this be a reminder of your position here, boy. As well as a warning to never raise your voice to me again..." With that, the voice faded; Damian left with an unbearable pain and the haunting words of his bestial instinct. "God damnit this hurts!" Crawling to the wall, he sat against it and hugged his knees; burying his head into it. "Ha...what a joke!" he couldn't stop his body from shaking...he couldn't stop this foreign reaction. "Funny how the only thing capable of showing me this is another version of myself." He gazed at the endless abyss of black "Perhaps it isn't my family but I as my undoing"? Letting that thought fester, he sat in silence for a short while longer before eventually getting up and exiting the house; he'd still business to attend to in the Neutral Grounds.
--> NEUTRAL GROUNDS, iLAC FACTORY
It was standard in the Neutral Ground that upon entering it all magic be disabled. Personally he couldn't find the fairness in this as the hated are subject to physical discrimination with no way to retaliate. Everyone says they've no toleration when racism is brought up but in most cases it's politely swept to the side when anything of significance takes place. As expected he received a few stares from this and that person. What he didn't realize however was that regardless of his current emotion?...He'd a static visage displaying nothing but irritation; of course people were going to stare at him! He would get nothing different from the desk clerk as he entered the factory.
"Welcome to our building! How can I help y-" A light gasp waltzed with her shock as a relatively tall anthropomorphic sphynx cat death glared her very existence. "..you...today...sir"? He grinned, leaning closer to play on her fear "Do I scare you, girl?" retreating backwards, she began to stutter as she spoke. "N-No sir, y-you aren't scary at all! I-I'm sorry if you felt I-I was saying that!" She flailed her arms about in a panic; she was clearly scared. Of course, what would Neutral Ground be without it's fair share of knights in shining armor. "Listen sir, if you aren't here for an iLac could you please leave? You're beginning to bother the other customers"!
"Of course..." he thought "This is how it always is, isn't it? I'm some kind of monster to them. They gaze at me in fear like I've premeditated murder; gaze at me like I'm a freak." This crowd had been diverse as well, not just humans uneasy with his presence. "All of them...all of them will be on their knees in time." The voice once again returned, it's thunderous tone not lost on him. "And they will.. as soon as you give in to me." Yet another snap response, this one unintentionally directed at the manager. "SHUT YOUR FUCKING MOUTH!" . . . He paused, snatching the iLac and retreating before any more damage could be done. . . Or so he thought. "Oh by the way," he peeked back in looking at the manager with his hand wrapped around the clerk "Your "employee" is swapping spit with the janitor; happy cheating". Snickering, he withdrew in a flash; the sounds of the manager hollering reaching a few blocks down.
"My very own iLac with a bit of chaos on top; I couldn't have asked for a better day." As he triumphantly waltzed back to his abode, he couldn't help but ponder the undeniable truth of "D"'s words.