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[mcltiples]

first impressions matter || accepting

@demoniicparty sent; rain, sender and receiver both get stuck under the same awning when seeking shelter from sudden rain. ~ Caliope to any muse of your choosing !

This was just great. All of the research papers that Vallie carried was now wet due to the heavy pour of rain. Those precious hours just gone by the weather. And even worse, she wouldn't risk walking and getting even more wet.

So she had no choice but to stay here until it cleared up.

A sigh left her nostrils, her tail wrapping around her own body to give her some sort of comfort. At least she wasn't totally alone in the heavy down pour. Though, she doubted that the other would want to hear about her boring, awful day.

"Why couldn't it have rained another day?" She mused to herself.

[lcftcult]

❛ you should be careful. this area is pretty shady. ❜ ~ Calliope

FIRST INTERACTIONS STARTER SENTENCES || Accepting

"Right, I ah.. I-I've heard such. But th-thank you kindly." Black Star said to the Clown Poet. The ring Black Star was traversing through was not a kind one, especially to Sinners like herself. Still, the sinner thought it was kind of Calliope to give her a heads up.

"I won't be long though, I ah.. I-I gotta deliver this order." The petitie-sized cat holds up an unmarked box. It was for one of her boss's, Sakuya's clients.

@demoniicparty

[fzrticv]

@demoniicparty: ❛ what are you smiling at? ❜ ~ Calliope

" A jester not allowed to smile just cause now ~ " the cybernetic jester hummed

" Ain't that the point? Smile and make others smile? " he doubted he had to explain that to a follow jester - maybe. Not that he would know. As much as he breathed and lived this identity, can't say he had much to do with jester-akin demons.

But he also wasn't honest right now, oh he certainly was smiling at something -. and this was his little quives just staring at the skeleton demon. Probably interested in her bones but as she still alive? Well, FIzz supposed this confused his little girls.

[von-eldritch]

@demoniicparty said: ❝ Can I have this dance? ❞ ~ Calliope

I don't remember what the tagline for this one was

Anyone else attending the party who is even a fraction aware of Hellsa's behaviour would know it's a dangerous question to ask. Events like these-- the pomp, the circumstance, the terrible, snobbish company-- were (barely) tolerable when they were for work, but to be surrounded by her fellow aristocrats and not even profit from it was utterly infuriating.

Yet she continued to be pressured to attend, and she only ever had so much time between parties before her excuses ran out, so this party was just another casualty in her ongoing grapple with her status as a noble.

Which is why it comes as such a surprise that-- after all the meals she's tampered with and rumors she's set loose-- someone is brave enough to talk to her. A stranger, sure, but all it would take for someone to understand the risks that came with talking to her would be a pair of eyes.

Speaking of eyes, hers are hardly cooperating with her. It'd be the smart thing to look this stranger over and see what she's dealing with, but all she does is blink doe-eyed at their outstretched hand.

Slowly-- but still regally, she had an audience after all-- she accepts it, letting the stranger guide her closer to the dance floor. She doesn't introduce herself or ask how the other got in because Hellsa's certainly never seen her before, she just looks ahead as she asks the only question that seems worth asking at the moment.

"Are you leading, or am I?"

[rosiesemporium]

Send 🎼 to witness my muse singing to themselves ~ Jingles

Rosie had a gramophone playing music as she dusted around the emporium. She hadn't locked the front door, so anyone who came in could bear witness to how she cheerfully sang along to a song that likely nobody living today remembered.

"Good-bye Hunter, so long Scotch, farewell Haig and Haig Oh my little glass of brew, they are handing it to you No more will you see those slackers, flirting with the cheese and crackers No more saying 'Just one more', no more nightcap, no side door Then the hat you wear on Sunday, won't be to small for you Monday Every day'll be Sunday when the town goes dry!"

[hellfrczencver]

pink for a romantic starter ~ Calliope

There's some sort of commotion in Pride today: a crowd of people gathered around...something. Frosty's curiosity gets the better of him, leading the blue buck to wander over and try to get a better look.

As it turns out, it isn't something, but someone. More specifically, a skeletal-looking woman, dressed in light green clown garb and messy makeup to match. She's reciting poetry, and as he listens in he realizes that she specializes in dark humor.

He likes dark humor.

He winds up joining the crowd so he can listen in, grinning and giggling alongside them while leaning on his radio staff to keep himself comfortable. As he watches, he can't help finding himself charmed by the performer.

Maybe, once she's finished her act, he could introduce himself.

[shadowofthehost]

send “you okay?” to find my muse sitting alone on a roof at night. ~ Jingles

Astor looked up with a start then raised a brow at the other. "...Yeah, fine. Just trying to find a place to be alone for a bit." He said as he turned his attention back towards the city. "But you're welcome to stay if you want to. I don't own the roof."

[erthlyheavn]

First Meeting Starters

@demoniicparty said: ❝ Is that coffee even good? ❞ ~ Calliope to any character of your choosing !

"To be completely honest? Not really." Candy gives a shrug, taking another sip despite herself. "But I desperately need the caffeine. If you want good coffee, I recommend Rise & Grind another block over."

[monmuses]

demoniicparty asked: ❛ i don’t think we’ve met yet but you looked like you needed someone to talk to. ❜ ~ Calliope to Charlie Magne ; 🐝  *  ―  𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒

Was it that noticable? She had kept herself inside the hotel, sitting in the main lobby and not in the front desk like how she normally did. It had been one of those rare days where Hell was oddly quiet, subsiding the usual violence and turf wars that drove everyone against each other to hold something to their name. All that Charlie had right now was this hotel, keeping an eye on it while she was here.

It was quiet enough for her to think to herself, hiding in her own thoughts in secrecy before hearing another voice near her. Someone had walked in, and she hadn't noticed it until they got her attention, feeling a hand graze near her shoulder.

"Oh!" She wiped her own hand across her cheeks, clearing them of any tears. "I, uhm... didn't hear anyone come inside! I hear it's... quiet out there. For now, anyway. Uhm, are you... here to rent a room? I-I'm the only one here, unfortunately! I... usually have some other folks here, but they're home... for right now."

[erthlyheavn]

She chuckled as well, finding the other's laughter infectious. "So true! But I hope you like it, either way. I usually get their vanilla latte and a blueberry muffin. But they have plenty of other great options as well, so I'm sure you'll find something."

@demoniicparty

@erthlyheavn:

"To be completely honest? Not really." Candy gives a shrug, taking another sip despite herself. "But I desperately need the caffeine. If you want good coffee, I recommend Rise & Grind another block over."

Calliope chuckled at her response in amusement but understood her situation of needing caffeine, and grinned a little wider at the recommendation, ❝ Well, darling, life's too short for bad coffee, isn't it? But I'll take your word for it. Rise & Grind it is! Who knows, maybe their coffee will add a little extra 'rise and grind' to my day too! ❞

[hellcab]

❛   do  i  make  you  nervous  ?   ❜ ~ Calliope

“Nervous? ME, nervous? Nah, not one bit.”

Black grease stained his hands. He worked diligently, attempting to breathe life into the engine.

Granted, the clown watching him caused some anxiousness. Maybe Roth just didn’t need another customer storming off. Another lost fare. Lost money. He knew his boss would have his ass.

The failure of repairs only heightened this concern. Suddenly, a wrench slipped. Roth’s hand, invested with strength, was sent flying against the engine block. Roth yelped and rose suddenly, hitting his head. The pain was great, but not greater than the wave of embarrassment.

“-FUCK ME! FUCK THIS JOB!”

Grabbing his prized hat, Roth threw it down in frustration. He held his hand which was bruised and cut

[fizziifrxg]

❝ Hey, hey, stay with me, ok? ❞ ~ Jingles

Oops!

The jester never saw this coming! He was doing what he normally did, zipping around here and there like the slippery imp that he was, that is until a limb gave out on him; causing him to take a nasty crash. Hitting his head hard enough to make the poor imp pass out for a bit.

"I-I am here, I didn't go anywhere.. wow, I feel WOOZY."

[tenebristhequeen]

🎲 for random/dealer’s choice

/ result: 👁️  to catch my muse looking at themselves in the mirror /

To be more precise... Tenebris is looking in the mirror and that's it, since she has no reflection due to what happened with her "sister".

Her pale hand moves towards the reflective object, almost touching it, wondering how she looks, and how long it has passed since she was able to at least see something.

But as she's looking at that, Tenebris can easily notice someone new not too far.

So the 20 foot woman turns around, her eyes glowing and her wings resting on her shoulders like a cape.

“ I had no idea I was expecting visitors...

Who are you, my young dear? ”

The mirror disappears from behind the woman as she takes a few steps forward.

“ Do not fear, I don't bite..not without a reason at least”

[ny0nvz]

✩ ny0nvz !? indie && semi-sel . 18+ . priv . multimuse . fandomless ocs roleplay sideblog ,, primarily ❝ Nyon ❞ and 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝙱𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚕 . | exploring themes of first love, unrequited love, and learning to let go of someone you love. | followed back by @demoniicparty

rules && about. | permanent starter call

[diadxrling]

@demoniicparty: 💥 Try to calm my muse during an overwhelming emotional moment ~ Calliope

Nonverbal RP Starters

Dia was a lot of things, easy to anger usually wasn't one of them, but if you pushed her buttons enough she did eventually snap. Normally, when that happened, the succubus would remove herself from the situation, not giving the other person the satisfaction of seeing her mad because of them. Sometimes she did lash out but often did that in private as well, but today the person pushing her didn't get that lucky.

They could have gotten away if they had just shut up when Dia tried to walk away. But they did not, heckling her one more time which made the succubus snap around, a second later an axe was buried in the demon's head. Their body went limp as it hit the floor, the succubus walking over again, picking the axe back up, and then just walking away.

She had thought nobody else had seen but then spotted the jester which made her pause for a second "...You know I would say I can explain but I really do not have the mind for that now"

[thesilent-o]

Blitzo looked the other over and glanced to the breakfast. Hang over. Well that checked out. It explained his headache. But he couldn't remember how he had ended up here to begin with. Had he really gotten that drunk? The worst part was that this guy, as cheerful as he seemed eerily reminded him of someone he knew. It was like he was caught staring at his own past. That made the imp shift a little uncomfortably, averting his gaze so he didn't have to look directly at the wide grin he wore or the bright, circus attire he had on.

"God dammit this would be where I ended up." He muttered to himself with a roll of his eyes. He settled his gaze on the food before trying his best to address the stranger again--awkwardly this time. "Uh... well thanks for... this, I guess."

He picked at the food a little bit, still trying to search his aching head for where he might find an answer to the question that still burned there. How'd he end up here? The guy had said he was his savior. He wondered if that meant that he'd found him drunk or if Blitzo had actually agreed to go home with him. Not that he cared too much on that front, it was just that he wished he could remember it.

"So uh.. any idea how I ended up here? Jingles, was it?" Blitzo questioned him while he shoved some of the food into his mouth, finding the taste surprisingly pleasant. "I mean did we--you know..?" Speaking with his mouth full. He gestured between them with his free hand, his brows raising at the question.

@thesilent-o:

"Yeah... thanks." He muttered. A hand placed to his forehead before he realized he wasn't sure who he was talking to. Blitzo straightened up and glanced over the other. "Wait, who the fuck are you?"

It was another morning in the Pride ring, where the persistent aroma of breakfast wafted through the air, signaling the start of a new day. Jingles carried a plate laden with eggs and crispy bacon from the kitchen to his bedroom. As he entered the room, he noticed Blitzo was awake, and a warm smile crept across his face.

Setting the breakfast down carefully on the bedside table, Jingles took a seat on the edge of the bed, his bed making a soft squeak as he moved. He observed the disheveled demon before him.

Jingles looked at him surprised for a second before he chuckled softly as he approached Blitzo with a playful grin, ❝ Well, you can call me Jingles, my friend, ❞ he said, his voice brimming with cheerfulness. ❝ I'm your savior from the hangover blues today! And don't worry, I'm here to make sure you're back on your feet and smiling in no time. ❞