forum Only for Villans

Started April 27, 2020 by @trinitywilliams group

tune

"They do both, somehow." He replied, going back to smoking his blunt. It was a different blunt, btw

Hex scooches a good few inches away from him at the sight of the blunt and a low gravely hiss came from her teeth. Get that thing away from me. She observes how he brings it to his lips and exhales that horrid smoke from his breath. She tilts her head in cautious fascination. Ah. So I was supposed to inhale it… it would make no difference. I still would have fallen apart. She covers her nose once again, cringing at the putrid scent of the smoke. That is a relaxant, is it not? It is supposed to bring ease and serenity into one's mind? She asks with her voice muffled by her claw.

"Yes, yes it is! It has a thing called weed in it." He explained, "and weed makes you relax. That is, if you use it right, and NOT eat the damn thing."
(OOC: why does a blunt hurt Hex?)

(OOC: I'll let her answer first and then I'll fill in the gaps.)
Hex snarls at Vozreal and snaps at him. It would not have made a difference no matter what I did. That thing brings ease and safetly as an effect on the mind. She shifts herself a little and decides to explain the machinations of her body. I am the culmination of all my victims combined into one vessel that only causes them pain and suffering. That pain and suffering they express keeps my form stable because that is how I designed this curse to function. I revel in their screams and made them practical to my goal. However, if they feel even the slightest bit of joy, happiness, or anything akin, the curse essentially deactivates and my form falls apart. We are all still linked through another curse I put, so even if I do fall apart they will all come back to me when I reform. To regain my form, I require energy from another substance's life energy and use it to remake myself. She pauses and then continues. When the curse is deactivated, we all recess back into a… common conscience. We share a mind for the amount of time that curse is deactivated. I have to wade through their misery to get out. Although I relish in their crying and wailing and begging, one soul… there is one that… it…. She stops herself. She tries to think of another thing to divert the topic to and can't think fast enough. She puts her claws on her lap, concluding the explanation.
(OOC: OKAY, THAT WAS ALREADY AN INFO DUMP BUT HERE'S ANOTHER. Basically, she cursed her victims to always suffer forever and ever to keep her literal existence maintained. The blunt made the victims inside her body calm down for just a second which caused her to fall apart. She needs food to get her mind back cause when she falls apart like that her conscious is teleported to the alpha conscious of her victims. She doesn't hate it at all cause she loves hearing them suffer cause she's an evil witch asshole, but she also wants to get out asap cause she can disappear in that mindscape if left there too long and there's someone she really doesn't wanna meet. She needs food (specifically meats and living things) to get herself back into existence. When she reform, the misery and suffering of her victims comes back full force because when you are a corpse who hasn't died and is attached to the body of your murderer with all your friends and family in tow, it kinda sucks. So basically, weed is one of the few weaknesses of Hex. I just realized that. Holy crap I JUST realized that one of the weaknesses of the most evil and horrendous character I have EVER made is fricking weed I need to sit down and think about this oh my gosh. Sorry bout the dump my worldbuilding and magic systems get crazy.

(OOC: So Snoop Dogg is her greatest enemy?)
He smiled even wider now.
"I know your weakness." He said, in a 'I know something you don't!' type of tone, but it wasn't childish.
He made a mental note that weed + lack of food = Hex gone.

"Anyways!" He said, shaking his head

(OOC: DAMN IT HE IS LMAOOOOO)
Hex squints his eyes at him and laughs. You think an herb will kill me? You truly are a fool. I have ways of coming back, demon. I have cursed myself beyond death to apply to me. She looks at his blunt again and cringes. I still do not understand why you would indulge in something so foul smelling no matter its effects. Wanting to indulge in fabricated peace should not be a qualifying reason.

"Also… I can smell colours…" He said, relaxed as fuck!
(I SORRY IF THIS SEEMS INACCURATE, I HAVE NEVER DONE A OUNCE OF WEED IN MY LIFE)

(OOC: So Snoop Dogg is her greatest enemy?)

Snoop Dogg v Hex. ))

I'd watch it. ))

(OOC: PPPFFFFFTEGFUESUFGIASUHG Sure why not. Plus its not like weed can fully disintegrate her. It just makes it difficult to exist. She has a curse for her curse and a curse for that curse and a curse to curse the curse that curses her, so she has like eight back up plans to revive herself if she stops existing.)

Hex looks down at him as she observes the effects the drug takes on Vozreal. His eyes grow wide and his language sounds more languid. All right then. She mutters to herself while the demon gets lost in the haze. She turns to King who has been silent for quite a long time. King, have your indulgences made you this stupid looking? She points at Vozreal.
(OOC: @Spring are you still in the discussion or is it getting in the way of irl stuff? You can jump in at any time.

"Screw you, Hex…" He said, the effects wearing off

(OOC: @Spring are you still in the discussion or is it getting in the way of irl stuff? You can jump in at any time.

AcK- sorry i get way discracted– i reply– s o rr y– ))

King turned to look at Vozreal, "I don't think so." he paused, "let's find out." floated over to the tall demon and extended a shadowy claw. "hand me a blunt." he said with a sigh. clearly regretting the words that came out of his mouth.

He did so.
"Don't eat it…" He teased

"im not stupid." he said with a growl. lifting up a finger. A few seconds later flames shot out of his fingertip and he lit the back of the blunt and brought it to his lips. after a moment of smoking the blunt he fell the world go a little dizzy…..then he blacked out.

out of King's pov and into a new one bc….. i don't actually know– uhhhhh to introduce a new character!!! ))

When King blacked out, a flame shot out of his chest. light flashed around the room and then a loud, energetic, (he kinda sounds like Holt Hyde {From Monster High}– and tbh he doesn't even have a name–) voice was heard. "yo, yo, yO YO YO! what's up babes!? don't mind me just comin on it! Lil King hear decided to let me free!" after the light had dimmed the only thing the others saw was a long, tall fire red dragon with very colorful markings. If anyone was being honest, the dragon looked like a picture from a child's coloring book that a kid scribbled in with random colors. "I don't really have a name so you can call me whatever you like." he flashed a wink at Hex who seemed disgusted by him. "I am just so glad that i'm free! I was screamin' "save me! save me!" from inside that dark abyss this man calls a body! when was that last time he even showered?" just like King had said previously, this random shiny dragon being spoke a mile a minute. After a few seconds the dragon chuckled. "What are you all starin at? oh wait. let me finish that! you must be lookin at me!" he gave a very toothy grin, "I don't judge you, i mean, look at me! im the finest thing in this room!"

am i late. yes. was i introducing a character who causes mass chaos from the simplest task of just, i don't know, snapping a finger? …. very much so, absolutely, A++ correct sir. ))

Vozreal laughed his narrow ass off.
"Darling, If you're attractive, then Hex's good!" He mocked, wheezing.
"You? Attractive? The two words couldn't be further from each other!" He couldn't stop laughing his ass

Hex stands and recoils at the new being that manifests from King. So she isn't the only person to transform from weed. Wow. A fast talking hyperactive dragon creature that looks like an abomination of reality emerges from his body and begins talking some horrid nonsense about things she doesn't understand. She readies her claws at the side of her body, wicked coal colored liquid drips from her claws and her hair billows dangerously behind her. Malice radiated off her edges and she bares her pale teeth to it. She holds a scowling grimace on her face. Cease your insanity, lizard. What are you and where did you come from? What happened to the King? She slowly clenches and unclenches her claws, staining the air with her energy.

"firstly, one question at a time please! secondly, The King? him? well, now he's inside me! y'see! I was inside him before and now, he's inside me! how the turns have tabled! wait….that not….is it?" he paused, thinking for a moment before slowly nodding. "I think I said it right…how the turns have tabled!" he nodded. "I'm certain i said it right!" he looked over at Hex, "and what am? I told you before! i'm whatever you want me to be, baby~" he purred.

It's how the tables have turned, dumbass…"