#zestial inquiries

[zestialmorde]

Would you still love Carmilla if she was a worm?

“…But that is not a possibility? Sinners don’t just turn to worms. I suppose if I must give an answer… yes. She’d make a lovely worm. I’d build a terrarium she could stay in to be safe”

[askoverlordvox]

Vox in the Mainframe

Vox enters his office with a singular purpose in mind. He needs to do one thing and one thing only: work. He's going to work as hard as he can and, at the end, he's going to look up and and figure out what to do next. Something his father taught him: when things became difficult, when his emotions might overwhelm him, he must stop and throw himself into work, see nothing, feel nothing, just work hard and, at the end, if it really matters, he'll know what to do.

It's easier said than done. He's never been this... unmotivated to work. Never felt like this much of a heel.

He shakes his head and pulls off his jacket, draping it over the back of his chair. He rolls up his sleeves and pushes everything else away. He has a job to do.

Vox sits in his chair and lets the jacks plug into his back. Then, he leaves behind his physical body and retreats into the mainframe. Surrounded by data, he can pretend there are no emotions...

... but he does set up a few alarms. He's unsure when either Zestial or Jenn might be ready to talk, if either wishes to talk at all. However, he can still make small gestures to remind them that he does still care.

He also sends out a high priority alert to all VoxTek™ employees.

Effective immediately, all department heads are to assume direct control. Any issues requiring escalation will be queued and handled in future, TBD. The main hub is on lockdown and inaccessible to all employees under Level 25 clearance; defense system IS active. All in person meetings with Vox are cancelled. All appearances are cancelled. PR department is to use Code 13 protocol for fielding inquiries.

[ask-lute]

Vibration Inquiry?

(Vibe Check)

Vibration inquiry? Who are you, Zestial?-🗡️

[dustedlilac]

certain inquiries [ closed starter ] || @arachnaemboss

The older they are, the more it feels like their presence consumes an entire room. The new hotel lobby was nothing to sneeze at, it was great in size and cavernous, illuminated with neon and golden glow. Yet the second the Overlord darkened its entryway, it felt like all that light bowed in respect and dimmed itself. Hushed lower.

There was no ignoring the chills Vaggie felt at the base of her spine when seeing the lime lights appear from beyond the stained glass in the Hotel doors. It was.. truly drastic, the difference of elders. You felt immediate reverence for those in Heaven, you bow your head and greet them warmly and with love. For the ones that dwell in Hell, you feel like they just might blink you out of existence with God only knows what power in their arsenal. He was one of the big ones, the oldest of the Overlords. One that Charlie had fondness for, but one who was a perfect stranger to the Manager. Who knows where she'll stand with him?

She won't meet him with trepidation, though. She's too experienced for that sort of naivety, but she will met him with an air of gentle caution.

Fuck, here we go.

"Overlord Zestial," Vaggie greeted in a tone almost monotonous, hands smoothing against the front desk. "to what do we owe the pleasure?" A beat. ".. Checking in?"

[rodeoblitz]

( @zestialmorde )

Zestial stands only slightly inside the imp’s office, his height causing him to look even more out of place then he normally did

“I beg pardon for any disturbance this inquiry may cause, but recently mine inbox hath been flooded with mentions of… penguins? Upon seeking clarification, I was informed that perhaps the ‘Immediate Murder Professionals’ might be better equipped to advise me on how to deal with such creatures.”

Blitz paused as he looked up at the tall figure. "Holy fucking tree - I mean, hey there! Wait, did you say 'penguins?'" He sighed, he had hoped they had blew up the last of them.

"Are you saying penguins are causing shit even for you?"

[arachnaemboss]

  IF THERE IS A can of worms he's trying exceedingly hard not to acknowledge at present is today's date in relation to their current encounter. Throughout the centuries, he's become rather experienced at BRUSHING different things underneath the metaphorical carpet, and this is certainly no different. There's a split of a second in which he blinks and inwardly does just that, purposely IGNORING whatever inquiries his mind could conjure on the spot, and quickly moves on to the next topic at hand.

  “If 't be true the slower season helpeth ease thy mind from work, mayhaps a true BREAK could be in order? A week..?” he offers thoughtfully, even though he can already vaguely predict what a few of her responses could be. Opening up his own menu, he answers her, “Nothing of note, my friend, though I had indeed some LOOSE ENDS to clip.” Zestial turns the page and hums, slowly considering the written options before coming to a counclusion, and thus gently closing it again.

  “Might I dare say, Carmilla, thy appearance this eve is most DIVINE in nature.” His eyes find her form again and brifely slide shut, countenance beholding open sincerity.

"Considering what today is, I imagine they didn't want me to spend another year working." Alone. She does take note in the difference in his attire and cannot help but think how dashing he looks. Then again, she always thinks that. "Though I will admit, perhaps a break was long overdue."

She glances at the waiter, their obvious fear causes her to smirk in amusement. "Surprisingly not, but business is always a bit slower on this holiday in particular. I trust your day has not been too stressful as well?" She inquires, opening up her menu.

[zestialmorde]

Carmilla was hesitant. She came to Zestial's home hoping to fix the mess she had made. She's been standing at his doorstep for about five minutes now. Every few seconds her hand would reach up to knock, only to bring it back to clutch against her chest. Zestial probably already knew she was here. He always knew she was coming before she even reached his property.

Carmilla took a deep breath that didn't help much in calming her nerves. She could do this- It'll be fine. She will at least try to fix their friendship.

Finally, she knocked on his door.

@weapons-maker-carmilla

Zestial had been watching from his bedroom window ever since she entered his estate, longing to open the door and embrace his best friend. Yet, that wouldn't have been appropriate given their recent... falling out? He still wasn't entirely sure what had happened, only that he had upset his dearest friend by trying to reciprocate her previous affections. As soon as her hand touched the door, he teleported to open it. However, upon seeing her within arm's reach, panic surged through him, and he promptly slammed the door shut.

Taking a shaky breath, he reopened the door more slowly, offering a polite smile. "Mistress Carmilla! Greetings! I presume thou hast received my... letter?"

[zestialmorde]

Spooky enters Zestial's room carrying a homemade cheesecake... made of actual cheese. (It's the thought that counts) "Spooky brings treat!" She chirps, setting the poorly made "cake" next to him then jumping onto his bed

@spookypumpkinbun

"Spooky, that is not… how didst thou even gain entry here? Thou hast a vexing talent for appearing precisely when thou art least desired." Zestial seems irritated, rubbing his temples

[zestialmorde]

I believe you dropped something *gives him Carmilla turned into a baby* good luck

Zestial holds the baby at full arms length looking rather panicked "Wherefore is she reduced to infancy? Take her back... I implore thee!" He looks at the baby worriedly "Christ be with me"

[zestialmorde]

In the middle of the night, Zestial could feel a slight weight on his chest.

Spooky was standing on him. She finally left her room to search the rest of the house. When she came across Zestial's room, a sense of familiarity came over her. She saw the Overlord sleeping and wanted to get a closer look at the man who kidnapped her.

Her nose twitched as she observed the sleeping demon.

@spookypumpkinbun

Zestial blinks awake slowly, his gaze soft but slightly bewildered as he registers the small figure before him. His eyes, still faintly glowing in the dimness, settle on the bunny. "Spooky? What dost thou here, out of thy chamber, dear one?" His voice holds a mix of gentle concern and drowsy curiosity, the more pressing question of how she left her supposedly spooky-proofed room slipping from his mind in his half-awake state.

[zestialmorde]

*A Cat Alastor appears in front of you*

“Mreow!”

@cat-alastor-summoner

“Art thou not an ugly thing?” Zestial says with affection, picking up the strange cat

[zestialmorde]

"Roman called and said something-" Carmilla's sentence was cut short when she caught sight of kitty Zestial. She sighs, "not again."

@weapons-maker-carmilla

If cats could glare Zestial would be doing so as he stalks underneath the couch

[zestialmorde]

You got any games on your phone

"Indeed! Mine device came preloaded with several varieties! This snake game must be my favorite, though Bounce comes a close second!" Zestial seems proud of his 'modern' technology

[zestialmorde]

*turns thee in to a hello kitty character*

Zestial is not amused

edited by me on canva from this dressup game

[zestialmorde]

Carmilla doesn't say anything. She just grabs Zestial by the cloak and pulls him down into a kiss

@weapons-maker-carmilla

Zestial, taken aback, quickly recovers, closing his eyes and returning the kiss. His hands rest gently on her waist. When he pulls back, a flustered smile crosses his face. "That was quite… unexpected," he murmurs.

[zestialmorde]

Simp (/sɪmp/) is an internet slang term describing someone who shows excessive sympathy and attention toward another person, typically to someone who does not reciprocate the same feelings, in pursuit of affection or a sexual relationship.

:3

"I see. If that be the case, then I disagree with the sentiment. Carmilla reciprocates my feelings, though I make no comment on the nature of what those feelings may or may not be."