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@fausteen
17 / male / interested in: men / 6♠

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My Self-Summary

Prior to arriving here, I was a new demon applying myself to learn everything I could about Hell and its rules as well as demons and the games that they play among one another. Prior to that, I was human—a student in school.

Anything else you want to know about me, you will have to ask me yourself.

My Future Plans

Regardless of whether I’m here or in Hell, my goal is the same: I want to learn everything I can about this place and its people, and then I want to utilize the rules and rewards of the Game to best benefit myself. I want to discover what it means to become “powerful” in this place, and I plan on collecting cards and climbing ranks in order to do so—and on my own terms.

My Talents

Determination and adaptability.

Favorite Books, Movies, Music, and Food

I’m interested in anything thrilling, frightening, or mysterious. Beyond that, I’m willing to try any number of new things, though I typically tend to focus on whatever is capturing my interest at the time. As for food, I would say that my sweet tooth is comparatively underdeveloped—I tend to prefer savory food, though I would be happy to share sweets with another.

My Ideal Partner

What’s most important to me is that it’s someone who accepts me and loves me for everything that I am.

…Though, if he’s attractive, that would certainly be a bonus.

Height 5’5” / 165 cm Body Type SLENDER Smokes INFREQUENTLY Drinks INFREQUENTLY Drugs NO Sign Libra Education PARTIAL HIGH SCHOOL, TUTORED, PRACTICAL Occupation None Presently Income None Presently Children NO Pets NO Hobbies Learning new things

01. WINE OR BEER

Wine

.02 CLOWNS OR MIMES

…Neither

.03 SHOWER OR BATH

Bath

.04 PIRATES OR NINJAS

Seriously? Neither. This is kind of childish…

.05 TITS OR ASS

Depends

.06 COFFEE OR TEA

Either

.07 SPICY OR SWEET

Spicy

.08 SUMMER OR WINTER

Winter

.09 LEATHER OR LACE

Lace

10. ROUGH SEX OR GENTLE SEX

Both have their place, I think…

Personality Type
INTJ-T

ENERGY

91%

introverted

MIND

62%

intuitive

NATURE

73%

thinking

TACTICS

56%

judging

IDENTITY

85%

turbulent

personality test. art credit.

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Comments

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[malpwactice]

quick question
how do you treat a true demon
are you saying we should be trying to exorcise you?
throw beans?
spread salt?

usn: fausteen / text

[extramortem]

Of course not!!
That...
Okay, I actually have no idea what something like that would do, but still...
Obviously, I should be treated with respect!

( ie. something absolutely no one treats him with )

[malpwactice]

[The grin that spreads on Aak's face when it's clear he doesn't know what he actually wants. A rookie demon? That's so funny!]

you don't even know what it'd do to you?
that's like step one dude!
wanna find out?

✔

[belheir]

Cute.

usn: fausteen / text

[extramortem]

Very funny.

( makoto don't be shitty about this!! )

[belheir]

What's funny? I think you're cute.

✔ un: pinocchio / audio

[thisclockworkheart]

[ The talk of demons doesn't hold the kind of cautionary significance for him that it might had if he was born human. Or religious, for that matter. He's only heard of things in epithets and oaths — you're the Devil's Puppet, and go to hell. What resonates with him is his professed desire to learn and define himself. What difference does it make? They're taking similar roads, and he's keenly aware of how lonely it feels to walk it here. ]

What does it mean to be a true demon? In your terms. Not anyone else's.

usn: fausteen / audio

[extramortem]

( in his own terms?

that changes things. he knows what it had meant to J (and likely other demons) when he had been killed as a mortal and had his head brought into hell to become a demon. he had also been pointedly taught what it meant for a former human to lose their last remaining vestiges of humanity to another demon. but pinocchio reaches for a very different answer in wanting what it means for makoto specifically. his answer wouldn't match that of other demons'; he hadn't felt particularly different in that way after becoming a "true demon," instead finding the glimpse of how it felt later, in brief flashes and snatches.

it had felt like power. )

To me... it means that your name has power. That others would fear speaking it aloud. That the weight of your reputation alone would make others hesitate to cross you.

I, ah... obviously I'm not quite to that point, but I would hope that mortals would at least treat me with some respect.

action;

[additionalterms]

[ What a difference one floor can make!

Levy tugs on the collar of his shirt. He pauses, lifting the bottom of the shirt to take a small experimental sniff. Has he been washing? Yes. But there's a scent downstairs that he can't quite escape from. It probably is all in his imagination. And it is not as though he hasn't lived in such circumstances before.

Is he mad at the House for it? No. This wasn't a targeted attack on him to take anything from him. If it was, he would have figured a way to burn everything to the ground and let people fuck each other in a desolate forest surrounded by the charred remains of a resort.

No, this was random. It wasn't out of greed or spite. Wildcards didn't really seem to have a choice on what suit or number they were given. Because it is just the random misfortune of an establishment; there is no one to blame or target specifically. There isn't even any reason to get mad at the staff themselves.

The long-standing guests, however, are on a very short list. It's why he's working to become a higher suit and see what chaos he can bring.

But! All of that is for the future.

Right now, he is curious about a mirror that doesn't show anything. He skips (half-skips) down the hallway to Makoto's room. What could the mirror be showing? Some supernatural something or other? He wonders! Humming to himself, he buries his other thoughts deep in the back of his mind. What good is it to ruminate on them? That's what losers do, anyway.

He's going to win the game, and that's what is most important.

Knock-knock-knock.

And he leans against the doorframe so that he'll be in a cool pose when the door is open. ]

[extramortem]

( levy hadn’t necessarily specified when he was going to come by, so makoto made sure to have a relatively early night. he had already eaten dinner at one of the golden peacock’s less expensive eateries, aimlessly wandered about its labyrinthine halls and offerings of game rooms and private quarters, and had eventually turned in to quietly spend time in his room. truth be told, this is what makoto would likely have done if perfectly left up to his own devices—he tended to be an introverted sort, exhausted from time spent around others (as it was often time he had to actively think about who was around him, where they might be from, and how he should modulate his behavior as to not draw too much undue attention). sure, it’s likely not what the House wanted of him (though they’d already gotten some of what they wanted out of him, so maybe they shouldn’t be so demanding!), but he’s the type to take things at his own methodical pace.

he isn’t content to stay here, though. he does want to play the game, not only for the comfort of more money and better rooms, and not even for the potential offer of a royal rank that might bend renown and influence about the place to his whims. no—what if he “won” the game, though? what would he do with a wish?

makoto is lying on his bed, staring at the ceiling and thinking about the answer to that very question, when footsteps sound outside in the hallway. this isn’t strange—the walls down here are basically cardboard, so he can hear everything up to two or three rooms away (to his severe chagrin). but the steps halt to herald a knock to his door, meaning that… it must be levy. he swings out of bed, padding over to the door to open it for him.

as soon as he sees the cool pose, he can’t entirely stifle a laugh. what is that supposed to be? ) You don’t need to try so hard, you know. I already think you’re cool. ( besides, do you really want to try that hard to impress a teenager? grinning, he opens the door for him and takes a step inside. )

Come in.

( the rooms for threes and fours are larger than those for twos, but only just barely. there’s room to walk around, but not much. the full bed (flawlessly made) takes up the lion’s share of the room. the space is generally clean (it hadn’t been when he arrived, but he’d tidied it up), but it’s kept spartan. he has a few outfits hanging in a compartment closet with a sliding door. there are a few books from the library on the bed-side table, face-down so it’s hard to tell what they’re about. makoto walks over to the bed and sits down on the edge of it, seeming a little awkward about having someone else in his room—but not necessarily uncomfortable. )

Sorry… I don’t really have room for a chair or anything. You can sit down wherever you like.

text; un - cottoncandy

[sweetsong]

You're from Hell?

Like, actual Hell?

text | usn: fausteen

[extramortem]

Yes.

Though, from conversations I've had with other demons here, it seems there are many different Hells out there.
The one I'm from was... conspicuously without the fire and brimstone one might expect.

✔️, un: swords

[swordhardy]

How do I save photos? I like the ones where you're smiling. I want to keep them.

text | usn: fausteen

[extramortem]

( a brief pause where he stares at his Watch and sweats furiously. )

Why do you need to save them to your own Watch? You could always just see them on my profile.

action | for esi | a game of choices

[extramortem]

Oh. Look who it is.

( ironic, that the location of their last conversation would end up being the place that they would get forcibly locked into yet another one, though this time with a particular twist: according to the whims of Clubs, they will be playing a game of truth or dare with nothing for their company but an almost ominous pair of dice lying lonely and inert on a long table.

makoto is reading the message and attached instructions sent to his Watch when esi approaches the table to, whether he likes it or not, become the second player in this little game. the young demon’s face is contorted into a mask of inconvenience and irritation. he actually hadn’t come here in order to reset the circuit breakers, as they’d been asked. after much thought and consideration, he’s deciding to take the lukewarm position of a fence-sitter, wanting to neither contribute much aid to either the House or Clubs in order to see just what happened in the process of either coming out on top. that would probably shape his future decisions more than just an uninformed gut instinct. no, he’d been coming here in the vague hope that it was at least in good enough shape that he could grab another book to read while all of this craziness was going on. foolish, yes, he knows that now in retrospect… )

Well, by now we both know that there’s not really any good way out of this except by going through with it.

( he doesn’t seem all that happy about it, especially considering the part of the rules stating that the game itself is going to be dictating the truths and dares. he’s already revealed quite a bit of his soul to esi (spilled his guts, as it were?), but still—there’s just something about relinquishing himself to the whims of whichever entity is pulling the strings that irks him. but there’s not really any use complaining, is there?

he sighs, biting in the inside of his lip before asking, ) Should you roll first, or should I?

[loosestrifes]

Oh, it's Makoto. It's been a while, hasn't it?

( Well, there are certainly worse people to get stuck in a room and forced to play a game with, right? Esikko eyes the dice for some time, though, before rubbing his wrist with his opposite hand. Hmm. )

I wonder...

( This isn't one he's had the chance to do, yet. He has no idea what's in store, but he's already discovered that the drinking one was less than ideal, and he very much doesn't want to deal with that again. Not to mention, the lobby and other areas are decaying, filling with Crawlers and who knows what else, and he is in no state to deal with any of that.

Honestly, he probably should stay holed up in a room like Kirma wanted. But he's dying to know what's happening out here, and so this is what he gets. )

Let me try, I suppose.

( Since he's sooooo nicies.

But he rolls the dice, and they land on three, and then one. A total of four. His Watch lights up immediately with FOUR. Truth. What is your greatest fear?

Esikko brings his free hand to his lips, thinking. )

It said a lie deducts points. How do you suppose it can tell?

a textie from your bestie…

[conspecifics]

Are you still in the basement?

( what if makoto secretly became a king overnight… he doesn’t know. )

more like his beastie.......

[extramortem]

Unfortunately, yes.

text; un: 🐈🐈🐈

[belheir]

I think it's time I cashed in my cuddle voucher, Makoto.

usn: fausteen (1/2)

[extramortem]

( ah.

you know, at any other time, on any other week, kazuya reaching out to cash in on the deal they'd made might have run the risk of interrupting some other plan of his or being an inconvenience. now, though, with the basement levels of the resort flooding and the social landscape of the (temporary) place he had been offered to stay... a little more complex than makoto had been counting on—

he's actually far more eager to accept. rather than a typical terse, prickly, or snide makoto sort of response, he replies quickly: )

Thank goodness.

(2/2)

[extramortem]

( ...though, wait, )

Hold on. Now? Have you seen the basement lately?

text ( un: cornhater420 )

[orokapi]

[ I wasn't kidding btw. ]

hiiiiiiiiiiiii why isn't your username demonloversucker or something
it'd be funny

[extramortem]

( oh, boy........... )

Forgive me if I don't take username advice from a guy who decided everyone should know him as "cornhater420."

( really, obikawa? you want that to be your recognizable character trait? )

text ; un: wildflower

[loosestrifes]

Are you in your room, right now?

[extramortem]

( after a short pause: )

Yes...
Why?