Hex listens to his explanation all while nodding and humming. She does her best to suck down her laughter at hearing his monologue. Quite the tragic and short life you have lived. She sits herself on the floor with her "legs" folded under her. My life is on pause at the moment. I have carved a suitable hole in the world and condemned a vast majority of my victims into a prison of flesh they will never escape from. I already butchered my sister as previously expounded upon. I did kill her lovers and child as well. That puny alchemist and that sickening lizard are both as good as dead. And the hybrid will stay a stillborn at the bottom of a lake. She gestures with her hands as if she were talking about plans she did over the weekend instead of literally killing the world she lives in. She sighs in resentment. And then that thorn of a Guardian refused to die from my curse and killed me! Lopped my head off, fed me to beasts, burned my remains and threw me into a deep abyss where sunlight cannot reach it. So I am awaiting a suitable vessel for my return and then I will continue cleaving the world open until no life remains. She concludes with a clap of her palms.
"that sounds like a pretty neat plan. Im sure my brother would be excited to do the whole killing thing." He shifted into a new position, he was now sitting upside down on the velvet red couch, his tail curled into a 'C' shape as the little tufted tail tip it flicked back and forth, his wings brushing against the chilly, white marble, tiles. "I don't really do the whole killing ordeal, I mean I have been know to drive my victims to insanity because I am a "ghost" but I've only killed at least 3 people, it was a small little family, a husband, a wife, and their grown son. I haunted them because I thought it was kinda funny. They called up a priest to exorcise me so I had to kill them all and run back home to the castle."
Hex hums in amusement at his little tale. So you are essentially a phantom attached to your brother. Interesting. So you both are linked simply because he killed you? And why do you look like that? You look horrendous. She states it very matter of fact-ly with no real malice in her voice. She just thinks he looks ugly as heck.
"honestly? I don't know. I died one day and then I woke up in this red dragon body. im not complaining through, a body's a body."
He decided to do a trick, and by trick I mean he took off his head, which was something he was always able to do and that I totally didn't just bullshit into existence
And then he started to talk while juggling his head. "Look!" He announced, headless
Chaos perked up and smirked, taking off his own head and began to juggle it aswell. "Ha! Ha! thats funny! I can do that to!" he annoced.
Hex… just watches. She puts her head to her claw silently and shakes her head. A world in which she must serve as the mature link in a discussion is a flawed world that should never exist. She puts her head up and rests her chin in her palm, looking at the headless fools and their display of nonsense. I… would rather not. Theoretically I could, but then it would be a pain to put back on. My spine is not equipped for reattachment. She watches them juggle. I cannot do that, however I would not want to learn it. It looks useless.
"awwww, your not fun Hex! even if it is just a parlor trick! it's just fun! alsooooo, I can also juggle chainsaws, balls, things on fire, ect ect! just throw something my way! i'll juggle it!"
Parlor… trick… She speaks slowly with disbelief tinged in her voice. She's at a loss for words at their foolishness. Right… and "juggling" is a also a "trick." Some how this is less idiotic than you being a ghost dragon trapped inside your brother's body. She tilts her head at him. How are you both connected like this? If he killed you, you are to simply move onto the afterlife, no?
He put his head back on.
"There we go!" He said, head attached
"eh, im not sure myself. I never got any fancy greetin' from my spiritual ancestors. Just watched as he poisoned my food and then took me out to the garden with Jacklynn and killed me, then I blacked out and woke up in this body." He took a few steps back as random objects started to appear along with his head, he kept juggling them as he spoke. "also, im not even sure I have an afterlife, for all I know, I could be in the afterlife!" he threw all of the objects he was juggling into the air, in a few quick seconds, Chaos attached his head back to his body and opened his maw wide. The objects which were just:
staples
rubber balls
things on fire
and little childrens doll.
All fell into his mouth and then down his throat with a gulp. "eh, not a satisfying breakfast but hey, were am i supposed to put them?" he asked himself with a chuckle. "anyways, to answer your question about how me and little Kingsley X are connected, then there is only one thing I can tell you. I have no clue how or why were trapped together. the only things me and King have come up with for possible answers are that "the poison he used was actually a potion" or "maybe in the afterlife they cursed him with having me inside of him." who knows! maybe it's both!" he shrugged, using his clawed hands to finger quote the thing the two of them came up with.
"Hey, DumbFuck!" He said to Chaos
"hm? yes BitchyBaby?" he responded with a chirp
"Haha comedy gold." He started to whisper to Chaos this: "Hand this blunt to Hex as a gift and tell her to eat it. She will love it!" He handed Chaos a blunt.
Interesting. You appear to have a pocket dimension in your stomach. That is another trait we share amongst ourselves. She puts a claw to her chin and beings to mumble to herself. A poison that could be a potion hm? That would require various ingredients to create. Viper's skull. The pruned heart of an old hound. Maybe a grounded piece of lavender, but that is not always necessary. She mumbles into her hand quietly, listing potion ingredients and back tracking her thoughts. Despite being a creature of unimaginable horror, she's still a witch. Who still makes potions. Or at least used to. She almost doesn't notice the two that had suddenly began whispering to each other until she lifts her head. What the hell are you doing now? She squints her eyes as Vozreal whispers something to Chaos and makes a quick exchange with his hands.
"Do it!" He urged, as he stood up, because he was kneeling to Chaos' height
"really? I mean, alright then." he whispered back, he took the blunt and examined it quickly before clearing his throat and rolling over and onto the floor before he jumped up to his feet and walzed over to the unique creature. "heyyyyyooooo~ Hex! my buddy, my pal, my amigo! I have a present from…." he looked over at the demon man who shook his head. "um, from aaaaaaaaannnnonymous! yeah, anonymous! here!" he extended his hand and in his palm was, a blunt. nothing else, just a blunt.
He started to wheeze. He got a kick from this type of thing.
Hex looks down at the little blunt in his hand. She slowly looks at him, her face unreadable. She then looks to Vozreal, with very real malice lacing her blank eyes. Do you take me for a fool, demon. Despite it being a question, her tone did not suggest so. Do you believe me susceptible to deceit? She reaches down and grasps the blunt between her fingers. Almost immediately, it went jet black and fell apart, as it decayed from her very fingers. If I did not have this contract binding my claws into submission, I would take your heads and crush them between my teeth with the rest following shortly after. She straightens herself to an imposing height. And I will ensure that you are alive enough to watch. She looks to Chaos and hisses at him. Do not believe that tricking me is possible, lizard. I am capable of slaughtering all of you. I am no fool. Yeah right, you don't even know where babies come from you evil witch asshole. (Seriously, she doesn't) But nonetheless, she turns away and further observes the room. (OOC: Did they teleport to another area, or did Chaos redesign the room with magic reality bending powers or whatever?)
(OOC: So she's weak to weed and also doesn't know where babies come from? That's comedy gold right there!)
He laughed at her statement about slaughtering him.
"Try me…" He joked
he redesigned the room with his magic dragon powers ))
Chaos watched as the blunt turned into black ash and form a little pile on the floor. he sighed and crossed his arms and sat down looking at the small pile. "I could've smoked that…"
(OOC: aight neat, and yeah she started her worldwide massacre when she was like eleven so she never got The Talk.) Hex calls over her shoulder at Vozreal. One day you sickening cretin. But not today. She scans the gaudy room with disdain. That thing smells putrid and gives a brief and unsatisfactory moment of a fantasy. You do not need it. She looks at Chaos with contempt. Is this your idea of luxury, lizard? It is absolutely abhorrent and I know nothing of décor.
"I'll be ready…" He warned, smiling even wider.
