a twelve year old and a demon walk in a bar

[emulation]

Who: Syhon, in Katie's body | emulation and YOU!
What: Chillin' in Amon's bar, using telepathy powers to develop them.
When: Whenever! You decide the timeline.
Where: AMON LOUNGE BAR.
Rating: TBA!

(Please state in the comments if Syhon can read your character's thoughts and what they are thinking!)

[It's certainly an unusual sight, to watch a child walk into Satan's lounge bar, but Syhon carries Katie's body with ease and a naturalness that sits weirdly on such a young body. There's a darkness in the girl's eyes, a darkness in the smile. Little do people know it's a demon who's twisting her features and moving her limbs.

Syhon sits in a quieter corner, with a glass of alcohol before him on the table. His eyes search the room, ears and mind open to listen in to people's thoughts. He's here because he wanted freedom, if only temporary, yes, but he's also here because he's promised Satan he would work on developing his power. Whatever it takes to serve him, he'll do it.]

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[granddevil]

[ Satan watches Katie enter the bar, but is quick to tell the waiters and the bouncer to let her in; after all, it's not Katie, Satan can easily see that. The archangel won't approach just yet, allowing Syhon to sip his drink for a moment and get comfortable.

When the patron finally has sometime to approach the demon, he brings along Cerberus, the three-headed puppy the gods had gifted Satan with. Sure, it's incredibly ridiculous to see the Devil with a pet, but this specific pet is a Hell Hound and it spends its time growling and snarling and drooling at everyone who approaches it it's a really vicious thing, who'd want to approach it anyway. Of course Cerberus ALSO snarls at Syhon, but Satan is quick to shush it and he didn't have to repeat it. The Hellhound obeys Satan blindly and eventually it sits near the table in silence. ]

Can I join you, Syhon?

[ even if he asks, Satan is already pulling a chair so he'd sit with the demon ]

[emulation]

[Syhon doesn't show any signs of being intimidated by the beast, eyes set on it quietly before he stands to welcome Satan before him.]

Of course. You honor me, Satan.

You have created an interesting place.

[He shows him a smile. This is the kind of place he used to take the he possessed girls to, to drink, party, wreck. He's on his very best behavior, though. It wouldn't do any good to interfere with his lord's business.]

[granddevil]

I'm quite pleased with it.

At least with some of the clients that show up. [ Satan has a liking for assholes and people who don't obey law or follow any specific moral ]

Could be better, but I'll blame that on the general population of this world. [ heroes and knights. Satan has to put up with them, too. For now ]

[emulation]

Ah, yes. I don't imagine a lot of those the gods have brought here would suit your tastes, Satan.

[But if business is all Satan is going for... then they would do some good to come inside and provide. It's a shame Syhon no longer has his shape-shifting abilities to entice some to do just that.]

You have a new companion.

[granddevil]

[ business isn't all Satan is going for. He does want the place to be used as... well, some sort of villains den, with the lack of better description. basically, all of assholes in Baldr would eventually end up there, if things went well.

But he will take everything he can from this place ]

The hellhound? The gods gifted it to me. [ and since the animal-thing heard "Hellhound", he rises its three heads to look at Satan. can he maul something now, pls? ]

[emulation]

[Syhon wouldn't really care if Satan had him maul the girl's body. As long as he somehow knew he could take on a new one... but that's a mystery he's willing to entertain for a while longer.]

So the gods have been graced with adequate taste after all. Was there a reason?

[granddevil]

[ well, they come back to life. If Syhon ever wants to try it~ ] After the funeral, i suppose they felt like sucking up to us.

[ he reaches for his drink to take a sip ]

I'm assuming they didn't give you anything?

[emulation]

There is only one gift that would satisfy me.

[Freedom from the girl's body. Freedom to do whatever he pleases all over again.]

There are many consequences to take into account in this realm.

[granddevil]

Of course.

[ he knows well. but Satan can't help him about that, right now. If he had his powers, it'd be different, but alas. ]

What consequences you are taking in account? [ Demons aren't known for taking any consequence in account, actually. They do whatever the hell they want ]

feel free to read Sam's thoughts in italics!

[whitechocolate]

[ Having not worked at the bar for very long, Sam wondered if he'd made the right decision agreeing to work at Amon as a waiter and part time musician. His boss was Satan after all. But Sam needed the money and Satan didn't seem like the worst guy in the world...

Sam's too busy to notice Syhon enter. It's only when Sam's making his way around the bar to see if anyone needs service when he recognizes who's sitting in the corner.

Katie? What's she doing there? Frowning, Sam makes his way over. He wouldn't approve of his little sister being in a place like this so he definitely doesn't approve of Katie being here. ]

Katie, I don't think you should be in here... Is that alcohol? [ Who the hell would serve her that? She's just a kid. ]

[emulation]

Sam, [Syhon smiles, emulating Katie's brightness in a smile. To those paying very close attention - those who know the girl well, that is - it's obvious that the voice and that expression don't sit quite right on her features, but the demon-god is good enough at faking it. Quickly he stands and reaches for Sam's hand to hear his thoughts and pull him closer. Katie may not have immediately remembered him, but Syhon has had several lifetimes to perfect his memory and take advantage of what the girl finds and whom she meets.]

No, there's no alcohol in it. Don't worry. [Obviously a lie...] What are you doing here?

[whitechocolate]

[ The demon-god's voice does sound a little off but he figures Katie just has a cold or something, even after everything she told him about Syhon, he doesn't put two and two together. When it comes to people, he's a little too trusting.

Syhon taking his hand surprises him but he doesn't think there are any bad intentions behind it. ]

It smells like there's alcohol in it... [ But the question distracts from his suspicions. ] I just started working here. I'm usually a waiter but sometimes I perform.

[emulation]

[The moment their hands connect is the moment Sam's thoughts begin to pour into Syhon's ears. They're simple, unsuspecting, just like the demon-god thought they would be. He has little use for them - if any - but practice is practice. He intends to have his abilities grow stronger so he can better serve Satan, and this is just another step in the ladder.]

I had no idea. [he smiles, showing teeth, inviting Sam to sit by his side.] You perform? What do you do?

[whitechocolate]

[ Sam doesn't sit down right away, he looks around the bar first. It's not that busy, maybe he could sit with "Katie" for a couple of minutes to chat, and hopefully Satan won't catch him and fire him for it. There's nothing wrong with being friendly with a customer, right? Even if he thinks she shouldn't be in here...

He takes a seat next to Syhon. ] I sing and play the guitar. So... what are you doing here, little lady? Did you sneak in?

[emulation]

That's great. I bet you're super talented.

[He does mimic her speech rather well, doesn't he. Feigning a bashful grin, he brushes her hair behind her eat, legs dangling slightly from the seat.]

Maybe. I promised I'd behave. I just wanted to take a look around, y'know? And it's not busy or anything, so people won't notice much.

[whitechocolate]

I'm awesome. [ I wish. He's all about fake confidence.

The fact that her legs dangle from the seat prove even more that she shouldn't be here, but he smiles at Syhon's words, believing "Katie" will behave. He can understand why someone like Katie would be curious and want to explore all of Asgard. Sam would do the same at her age. ]

Okay. As long as you behave, I won't kick you out. Just be careful about any drunken creeps coming up to you. [ He really doesn't want to lose his job kicking a customer's ass for making her uncomfortable but he'd do it to for a friend. ]

[emulation]

[Syhon looks down, thinking of any and every excuse to just reach for Sam, make contact, keep reading his thoughts. Their proximity should be good enough.]

Would you hurt them, if they did that?

[samantha_grey]

[Tonight, Samantha had decided to see this bar Satan had come up with. Why was it that the lord of all devils always seemed to like making bars to run? Whatever. She needed to keep a vague eye on him anyway.

Seeing Katie walk in, though, got a raised eyebrow. She had an odd view on age by even egalitarian standards, but a twelve year old in a bar definitely got a curious look. Her tone when she spoke, though, carried no hint of chastisement, more amusement.]

Aren't you a little young to be in here? This stuff'll stunt your growth, you know.

[emulation]

[Syhon made no intention of faking being Katie around this time, he decided. Samantha had declared to be a demon as well - at least the descendant of one. Her own appearance was enough to draw his curiosity, and when he spoke up, it was with a slight warp to the girl's original voice. A darkness was present in his smile.]

And why would a half-demon have concern for a human girl?

[samantha_grey]

Oh. It's you.

[There was a faint look of recognition in her features when Syhon spoke up and her body posture changed, growing more closed and firm. Her lips thinned and she glared at the girl.]

Because you both share the same body and you're stuck suffering whatever she gets put through, for one.

[emulation]

[Syhon's smile grew with confidence once Sam recognized him for who he was. He enjoyed this tension - the animosity. It was something he could actually play with, behind the girl's innocent eyes.]

Oh, make no mistake. I don't take part in any of the consequences she has to suffer. This body is mine to play with as much as I desire.

[... so to speak. Katie could just regain control whenever she wanted.]

[samantha_grey]

[She leaned forward and reached out with her finger, flicking at Katie's forehead and raising an eyebrow.]

Tell me. Did you feel that? Not that Katie doesn't suffer what you go through, but if someone shot you right now, wouldn't you feel it?

[emulation]

[Syhon's smile faded when she played the gesture, eyes narrowed and lips tight, seething with her audacity. Any fury was kept quiet, though, slowly burning. Syhon's hand then reached for Sam's wrist, to make a point and try to see if he could absorb any of her thoughts.]

I have lived for centuries, half-breed. Pain is meaningless to those with nothing to fear.

[samantha_grey]

And here, none of your tricks matter anymore than my father's tricks mattered. Here, you can die and suffer the consequences. Why is it that demons are always so impractical, no matter what world they come from?

[emulation]

Tricks?

[Hah. There was only one trick he ever needed - to take on the appearance and voice of a person who had never existed, but represented everything a human wanted to find. That was more than enough to open a pathway to everything else.

But it was true. He had no access to that here.]

You fail to see things from our perspective. No matter. It's you who will suffer the consequences, in the very end.