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It was that time of year, Australia Day.

A day that Oron used to celebrate when he was a teen but not so much nowadays.

On one hand, he loved his country and the people that he met but after everything... he couldn't stomach the idea of having a drink to that shithole.

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Yeah, save yourself, you'll burn in Hell

                          For what you've done but never die

                                    One day you'll stand for something

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Which of your muses is the better chef?

I would say out of everyone, Torrar is the better cook due to his background in professional training. Oron is okay at cooking, as long as he can stick the food in an air fryer and cook it that way. Chai absolutely cannot cook for shit, he sets himself on fire every time he tries

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“It’s more the actu-” The blue demon decided it would be best to just stop himself from questioning the ‘Holy Water’ and focus on the task at hand. He watched as Sam strutted in, almost as if he was treating this like a game rather than a serious investigation. Glowing eyes followed the smaller detective as he disappeared in the darkness.

Following along with his tome clutched to his chest like a child protecting his favourite toy, Abrams stayed on high alert until a noise made him instantly reach for his weapon. A book was slammed into the face of Sam with incredible force, seemingly out of nowhere.

“You okay?” He spoke up, moving around the hall to stand in front of the other, helping him on his feet. “Well, I think that does confirm paranormal activity around, still no body.”

"Well if we're dealing with a possible malicious entity, it only makes sense." Is the response to Abram's observation. "After all, you only put a "keep out" sign when you want to be left alone. If I was a unholy slasher seeking victims, I wouldn't put my work on display, it'd just cause most folks of the common sense kind turn around! Makes it hard to lure anything less than the imperceptive and the imbecilic, unless your my buddy Max, then you just want to admire the work of a fellow artisan."

Were there any obvious signs that murder had happened? No, but Sam found it helpful if he assumed one took place. Better to be prepared for the sight of a desiccated corpse rather than the lack of one.

"I suspect that if there is a grizzly scene awaiting us, it'll be found deeper within the confines of this building." Sam's follows up his bold statement by even more boldly strutting forward into the hallway, before turning around to look at Abrams. "Well them clues aren't gonna find themselves! Lets get looking."

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“Of course you can crawl outta it, you’re still young… you got time.” There was a reassuring smile from the mechanic as he looked at the phone. He laid eyes on the one that Tabi was talking about, a little surprised by the fact that something like a digital devil could exist in their world. The concept of something like that did terrify him considering just how much his own world relied on the net. 

Then again, if Tabi was saying earlier was true and pretty much anything could exist in their world… maybe it shouldn’t be so surprising. He did choose to stay polite though, these were Tabi’s friends afterall.

“Uh huh, interesting look he’s got going on there.” Oron pointed down at the image. “You known him for long?”

So Oron had been able to crawl out of whatever hell he had ended up in? Well, that was reassuring, in some weird way... regardless, he would look up as Oron sat beside him on the bed, meeting his eyes and hearing his tale... it was as if the two men bonded at that moment. Through their shared tales of rage and lack of control, and Tabi realized that he was serious. He... was a bit frightened, not gonna lie, but he'd just sigh.

"So many needless dying... because we got angry, huh?" he asks in a semi joking tone, chuckling sadly. "Well... blyat, if that isn't a pit to crawl out of. But... if you did it, Oron. So can I." he'd give him a nod, before the focus went back to the phone, and Tabi was already opening up the camera app to access his gallery, and the first of them to pop up was a picture of him and another... sort-of similar aged... young man?

"-- Ah! Hehe, oh that's the latest one I think! Another friend of ours took it... uh! This is Agoti! The close friend I spoke of!" and he points to the black-skinned guy with tendrils sticking out of his head. "He might look weird, or scary, but he's very good friend! He's... a "digi-devil", he calls himself. A sort of demon creature that can interact with electronic devices!"

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“Sounds like you’re dating a corpo’s daughter.” Oron said outright, folding his arms as he did so. It seems that no matter the universe, all corpos were the same. “I believe your side of the story, corpos have been stealing the work of others for almost a century now in my universe. Music industry especially is almost unapologetic about it. On top of that, she has overbearing parents that needed to step in on their relationship.”

The mechanic put his hand to his chin as if he was thinking about all of this new information. “The problem is, I believe Tabi still thinks that she was the one that planned it all and she was the one that was responsible for causing him to lose his identity and his life. If your words are true and Tabi doesn’t know the whole story, I think he has the right to know.”

Being the group therapist is hard, was he this bad with his original group?

“Look, I can set up a mutual meeting between the pair of you in the house so you can finally lay all the cards on the table. Sound good?”

... He had cried? In front of this big guy? Well, that sure sent Tyke's brain on a completely different spin! So maybe he wasn't as lost to his rage as him and Evelyn had thought... still, there was a part of the tale that Oron needed to hear...

And of course, that HE needed to hear.

"Well, not on HIS end, big guy. He was hiding nothin'. It's pretty much as he told it, I bet. Eve's filled me in on it all too, from her time with him." Tyke stops for a bit, taking a deep breath. "Look... I'm spittin' the truth here. She and him... it was like straight outta one of those "high school sweetheart" movies, yanno? The boy and girl gets together, an' everythin's fine and dandy forever after? Well, it would'a been... if Eve's parents hadn't stuffed their big ol' noses in it."

"Eve's mommy and daddy... they own a big music record company where we're from. The Dearest Records. They's were the reason that Eve wanted Tabi to hook up with her. So she could promote him an' all that jazz. And it worked! Both of 'em were dating and working on songs... and that got her mommy and daddy pissed. Especially daddy. TRUST ME. I've dealt with the guy a LOT. He is possessive as all hell and holds grudges 'till hell and back."

"So Eve's daddy was basically siphonin' Tabi's work off of him. And he was only gettin' more and more into his work and music, to the point where Eve was realizing that... it wasn't gonna work. It was either keep him on her leash, lead him along a relationship that wasn't about love anymore, and keep feedin' her parents' pockets... or she'd break up with him, and yeah it'd break his heart! But she'd be savin' him and his work in the process! So, she did the latter! An' what does her dear ol' Daddy Dearest do? Send his goon-squad to his place, play a RECORDIN' of HER VOICE outside his door, an' JUMP HIM!"

"They both admitted it to Eve on the night it happened! Jus'... I know I seem to be spittin' bullshit, but it's true! An' Tabi does not know that part of the story!" he shrinks a bit after that, not knowing if Oron would believe him or not. But he had said what was the truth. What Evelyn had told him of that day.

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Anon Hat! Thunk.

It's a grey top-hat with sunglasses attached to it.

Hate? Nah I don't got any.

XD grabs the hat and puts it on his little antenna. "Pretty snazzy if you ask me!"

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(Anon Hate for Oron)

"I bet that fleshlight you had didn't even feel a quarter as similar as your wife"

The anon was faced with the rows and rows of sharp teeth belonging to Ironclad, along with a bright blue glow from deep within it's throat.

"You clearly don't value your life, so let me do us both a favor..."

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Send anon hate to my muse! :^)

Make it angsty, make it silly, do whatever you want! Go ham!!! Just let my muse know how much of a menace to society they are! Do it coward :^)

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what is ONE THING you like about the way i play my character?

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set the scene setting prompts (but a little more specific) from yours truly.

001, a convenience store past midnight.

002, a hospital waiting room at 3 in the morning.

003, a photoshoot outdoors in the middle of winter.

004, an indoor filming set of a detective's office.

005, a new house/apartment filled with unopened cardboard boxes.

006, a swing set in an empty playground at night.

007, on stage in an empty theatre.

008, inside an old abandoned house.

009, an empty cemetery at night.

010, the arrival hall at an airport.

011, the last train compartment that's not full.

012, the roulette table in a casino.

013, on the deck of a cruise ship.

014, a kitchen during a black out, surrounded by candles.

015, a treehouse in the middle of the woods.

016, on the dance floor during a wedding.

017, behind the chapel before the wedding ceremony starts.

018, backstage during the middle of a concert.

019, a crowded club during a bachelorette party.

020, standing in front of a painting at a museum.

021, a small, intimate family barbecue.

022, a gazebo while it's raining.

023, the back of an empty bus.

024, a hotel room with only one bed.

025, an empty balcony while a party goes on inside.

026, a bar just after closing.

027, an empty sports stadium.

028, lakeside while the sun is setting.

030, an empty stretch of road beside a broken down car.

031, in front of a suspicious pool of blood in an empty parking lot.

032, in the crowd of spectators during an underground fight.

033, a plane during a bout of turbulence.

034, on kiss cam at a sports game.

035, at a table during a charity gala.

036, a masquerade ball.

037, a halloween party in a suburban house.

038, the beach in the late afternoon.

039, a dressing room after a big performance.

040, exploring the depths of a mysterious cave.

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You, uh, you okay there, Oron?

"Peachy."

He was not peachy.

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Oron smacked his hand against a door, hand cracking the wood with the force behind the hit.

A violent outburst, over nothing in particular. Perhaps a small sign of him... Slipping

Or maybe the facade was breaking.

The blood trickling from the splinters made him look down at his palm. He could tell the noise startled someone as he heard footsteps approach.

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The audible BONK on his head was evidence enough that Oron had followed her into the entryway. “Fuckin’ ouch.” He muttered under his breath, ducking down in order to fit into the almost crawl space like room. “Can’t really resist a good drink, always helps with relaxing after a long day.”

His hair lit up the darkness, eyes scanning the area in order to keep himself from bumping into any more beams or anything else that may have been in the way. He did take in the more traditional methods of keeping food safe to eat, the Aboriginal people back in Australia had vastly different methods despite having very little tech themselves.

“Kinda depends on who ya meet when it comes to surviving the wilderness. City folk not too much but those who live on the land have learned how to adapt to the environment.” He moved over towards the woman.

“So what we drinkin’?”

She gave him a sweet, innocent smile. Her wild eyes betraying Merediths excitement at the promise of alcohol. The atrophied remains of her left arm twitching in empathy towards the other. "Two worlds, one love for alcohol, eh? Don't think much of your kind could survive a week out here." she laughed, jumping to her feet and darting off towards a small stone slab covering a small, dark entryway.

There was no buzz of electricity here. So, she had to use more traditional methods of keeping food and drink preserved. Including an old underground room, kept cold by large blocks of ice. The entire room black as pitch, she navigated by memory alone.

"Careful--" she warned, unaware of if Oron followed her or not. "Low ceiling."

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“He seemed pretty remorseful when he was crying on his bed in front of me.” Oron commented back, leaning his head to the side when Tyke mentioned that there may have been more to the story that Oron was led to believe.

That answer about his own circumstances did make the aussie chuckle a little. For a guy who had to face untold nightmares (according to Tabi), someone who may have been considered a terrorist was the one that got him to freak out a little? It was kind of amusing to Oron.

“It seemed pretty definitive to me. He told me what happened before the incident and what occurred that day. But if there is anything that you know that he might be hiding from me, then I’d like to hear it.” Oron folded his arms, certainly curious about the matter. He didn’t trust Tyke to begin with, so this was just going to determine IF he should help him out.

The hand gesture immediately makes Tyke shut up, as he just hears Oron talk of how Tabi had already told him the story. Okay, so he knew about it, that was good for starters! But... he seemed to be okay with it? Then the explanation of how he himself had done the same things Tabi had done.

"Hooooo-kaaaaaaaaaaay..." he drags out his answer, not really too sure on how he was feeling. He had faced out-of-this-world threats before, and things straight out of people's nightmares. But being face-to-face with a human being who was a legit murderer was... still a thing he wasn't used to, oddly enough. "I-I mean... duh! Of course he did it outta anger, hell I would've done the same if I were in his shoes!"

He'd feel the hand on his shoulder, and got the indication to follow, which he did. "I mean... no offense, but he did NOT seem remorseful in all that smoke and fire!" Tyke points out. "And like, might shock ya to hear, but I'm cool with what happened! I've dealt with worse! But-"

"There's kiiiiiiiiinda more to that tale."

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“You will get back from it.” Oron was pretty firm in his response, not even saying it in his comforting tone. He was certain with his statement. “Look, I know this ain’t about me but I gotta tell ya, if I was able to crawl up from rock bottom then anyone can. It’s just a matter of not giving up.” He moved to sit down on the bed next to Tabi, looking down at the younger one.

“When I was in Australia, fightin’ for the military, I discovered that they were goin’ to take my kids away from me. Out of anger, I killed my entire squad even though it wasn’t them that gave the order to begin with. They were just like me, following the word of those who were above us in the chain of command. But I didn’t stop there, my rage led to me blowing up my base with Ironclad… Many died that day.”

A pause as Tabi dug through his pocket, pulling out a phone. It was a nice distraction before Oron got lost in his own head. “Yeah, show me your support network. Hell, if any of them end up here it’ll be nice to know who to bring back here.”

He was fully expecting Oron to lash out at him, and call him out for literally committing terrorism over something so, in the grand scale of things, PETTY. But for Tabi, it had been his whole LIFE. And it was snatched away from him, thrown on the ground, and stomped on. But, surprisingly, Oron was not mad at him. He simply recognized what Tabi had done, stated he does not condone such things, but also understood his angle and emotions at the time. A sniffle is heard before the skull faced man speaks again.

"... Da. I do feel guilty over it. People died because of me... when I was just trying to get one. It wasn't my intention..." he trails off a bit, feeling like a broken record at this point. "... I lost my whole life in one evening, Oron. I don't know if I can get back from it... I've gotten so content with just existing. But... heh, thankfully I met people who want to help me. But they're far away now..."

His gaze trails off to the side of the bed. Damn it, he missed those idiots already... he digs into one of his pants pockets and digs out a phone, flicking the screen on and unlocking it. "Do you... want me to tell you of them? I got pictures... incase they too end up here."