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GUESS WHO'S BACK.
It appears that this place has taken a liking to kicking me out, and then bringing me back.
[That voice seems familiar, doesn't it? It most definitely does, because he has been here before. In a much cleaner state, really.
His voice is hoarse. He seems out of breath about something; like he's just gotten into a fight and someone punched him right in his throat.
Funny.
All is explained when the feed clicks on and Neah is much more visible.
Crimson staining his clothes; along with his skin. There also seems to be fresh blood dripping from the tips of his hair. Either way, he doesn't look fazed. He's been through this before. Twice now. His wounds don't hurt as it did the first time, but damn. Does he look happy.]
I complain too much about how this place has awful timing, but I must say... [A chuckle.]
What perfect timing.
[He goes quiet for a moment so he can catch his breath.] What have I missed?
[That voice seems familiar, doesn't it? It most definitely does, because he has been here before. In a much cleaner state, really.
His voice is hoarse. He seems out of breath about something; like he's just gotten into a fight and someone punched him right in his throat.
Funny.
All is explained when the feed clicks on and Neah is much more visible.
Crimson staining his clothes; along with his skin. There also seems to be fresh blood dripping from the tips of his hair. Either way, he doesn't look fazed. He's been through this before. Twice now. His wounds don't hurt as it did the first time, but damn. Does he look happy.]
I complain too much about how this place has awful timing, but I must say... [A chuckle.]
What perfect timing.
[He goes quiet for a moment so he can catch his breath.] What have I missed?
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[Dry quip: check.]
...Y'look like hell, what happened?
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[He may or may not have figured out a way to go back. Except not really.]
History. It doesn't hurt as bad as the last time, at least. [He might need to throw away his precious coat. It's too torn and stained to wear it now.] I ah. The short story is: I am a traitor and have seem to have gotten into a few fights.
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You gonna be alright? Need a hand? Got helpers swarming ya already?
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[Hm... Weeeeelllllll....] Would a nice woman mind providing clothes for this poor soul?
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[No. Stop. Can't you take anything seriously woman you are the worst.]
[A moment passes.]
I'll see what I can find~
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[What the hell is even -- okay no, this is good. he likes this, because it helps him laugh and not think about death right now.]
Thank you. I am in front of the hotel.
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[A grin.]
Like I said, I'll see what I can wrangle up.
[One closet-diving montage later... Hi, Neah. Here there is a shirt that will probably fit you, but, well. Leaving the hotel through the back to get a decent pair of pants that wouldn't cut off your circulation would be uncouth.
Which is to say Devola enters stage front with a spare shirt and an overcoat that should, conceivably, fit Neah.]
Sorry to keep ya waiting.
[action son]
That's alright. This poor soul is a patient one~ [Fresh clothes that don't have a strong metallic smell? Fantastic.]
Sorry if I gave you any trouble, Shorty.
[action hank... :allears:]
[Just... eyeing you critically now. You really look like you got wrecked, boy.]
Do I get to pry 'bout what the hell happened now? You've probably been scaring the "normal" folk, the way you look.
[action willis plus tl;dr -- actually it's not that bad]
[A moment of silence, and he sighs in place of a laugh.
Here we go, then.]
Back in my world, there is a clan called "The Noah Family". Those within the family are humans who hold the Noah gene. Those who have the gene in their blood become influenced by Noah's hatred and memories.
[DRAMATIC PAUSE... Only not really. He just huffs at this point.] There are 14 apostles. Back home, I'm known as The Fourteenth; The Musician.
... To make a long story somewhat short, I murdered 11 out of the 13. I was rather close to usurping The Earl of Millennium's throne, but as you can see the result of treason...
[Sigh.] My brother was in danger. I had to do what I could.
[And now he can breathe, because good lord.]
[action -- DGMs plot is still confusing :V]
[A pause.]
Wounds close up during the trip here, or do we need to get you to a doctor or someone who can use curative spells with their persona?
[action -- i'm crying at the plot-twists already]
[So he's definitely heard of what happened this week, and he doesn't like it one bit!] I heard from Issei that our dearest apotheosis is working the city again. I'm guessing you got hit as well.
[Anddd, now that he thinks about it, he feels relatively fine. It's not so bad now that he's sitting here. Hm. :|a] I don't think a doctor is necessary for this matter. As for my wounds -- [A pause.]
They're easy to clean up. Now that I'm not endangered of croaking on the spot.
[action -- well I'm not even caught up and still all :psyduck:]
[Smartass gonna smartass.]
Right... Small favors for the newcomers, I guess. Come back from death, the verge of death, and all manner of physical aliments.
[action we can be :psyduck: together son]
Annnywway. As long as I don't go home and remain here, I won't be a corpse. It's a win/win situation.
[NOTHIN LIKE BEING A FLESH BAG.] ... Thank you, again. For coming out here. ... Now can you do me one more favor?
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Do you mind sneaking me back into my room?
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And me without some kinda all-encompassing dress on... Time to run distraction at the check-in desk, then?
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You have a pretty face. You don't need a dress. [He'll just be smilin' back. They're not devious, not at all.] Pretttyy much. I'm not great at sneaking in, but distractions work.
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Anyway, right. Give me... Oh, about a minute or so before you skulk on in?
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[ANNDDDD Jackass smile? Check.] Thank you very much, my dear. I appreciate your trouble.
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[And thrown over her shoulder sing-song as she retreats is a...]
Don't screw up~♫
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BUT THEN HE'D BE SHORTER THAN YOU]Oh please. I can be stealthy as much as the next person sneaking into a hotel.
[Look, see here. He's going to ready his Metal Gear Solid skills without alerting the concierge.]
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[Wild RECEPTIONIST appeared!
DEVOLA used SMALL TALK.
RECEPTIONIST is distracted...!]
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> You see that the receptionist is distracted
> You take this moment to boost your ass through the lobby door and up the stairs
> You have complete the stage.
> Stage 2, start.
Also, he'll be waitin for you gurl. He needs to at least escort you back.]
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Stairs.
oh. hi.]
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