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If anyone (read as; the ghosts in the walls) cares as to where I was. I was dealing with some hunter-related problems. Again. I think things are safe now, though. I’m sure all of you cared so deeply as to where I’d gone off to. Hm...
I might just have to make sure you all remember me this time. Wouldn’t you agree?
I sense a disturbance. I’m guessing something’s going down? So guess who’s back. Spoiler; it’s me, your favorite demoness. I don’t exactly know anyone around here anymore though. Boo, huh? So, if you all could leave your name, number, and biggest fear, I’ll be sure to have a chat with you!
So if you're wondering why it kind of smells like smoke, I tried to make you food and lit the kitchen on fire. I put it out though!
“–what? I-I thought that smell was coming from me–!”
For a mechanical and over all genius, Arthur could be really dense. “Oh my god, are you alright?! You didn’t get burned, did you?”
Concerned, mildly panicking weenie? Concerned, mildly panicking weenie.
“–h-hey, it’s alright. I can fix the microwave, and I’m pretty sure the kitchen is fixable, too. I’m just glad you weren’t hurt.”
He pauses, then reaches out to gently take Bri’s hands into his own. He peers at the other with warm, amber eyes and a concerned expression.
“…are you okay? Y’seem kinda nervous.”
“Don’t worry about me, I’m not what got broken...”
> You’re surprised when he takes your hands, and your eyes meet his for only a moment before looking away, almost embarrassed.
“...I just feel bad. I was trying to make you something to eat but- I just ended up ruining your kitchen instead. I guess destruction just follows me around, huh...?”
> Oh noooo. Now you really want to keep it. Was it safe to take it to the old schoolyard? It wasn’t exactly kept clean since closing shortly after so many deaths occured, but it’s the closest thing you have to a human house… Maybe you should admit defeat and send it to (shudder) that ghost’s house.
“…I’m sorry sweetheart, I’m kind of on the same path as you. I mostly sleep in a cavern, due to… lack of funds.”
Arthur’s head perked up slightly.
“A cavern? I kinda woke up in a strange, green cave, wearing these weird clothes and bad memories.”
The boy tapped his temple with a small frown. “I couldn’t remember what day it was, or what I did before I kinda… ‘woke up’… that’s why I thought somethin’ was wrong…”
Then he looked up at the other and giggled softly. “I like your hair color. It’s bright, like Vivi’s, ‘cept yours is green.”
> Oh. Were they...? No, probably not. That’s impossible, right? Or is it...?
“...A green cave huh? What’d it look like other than green?”
> You end up smiling a little bit at the compliment despite your concerns. It’s not very often people compliment you, of all demons.
“Ah- thank you. I like green more than most colors, so...”
“Hey I’m not insulting your intelligence. Like I said you’re not the only one who doesn’t know how to use human devices. I’ve even seen some humans have trouble with them, but if you want to change the subject then that’s fine.”
He watches as Bri goes over to the closet and gets the bags and the broom. He looks around at the mess.
“I won’t be very much help in cleaning this up without hands but I should warn you the glass door shattered and there are now shards all over the floor. I’m surprised none of them has cut you already.”
“Newer human technology is hard to work with... Let’s just leave it at that.”
> You’d actually come from a poor home, and even then you hadn’t really been allowed home at all due to less than kind parents. You never learned how to use most electronic devices, save of phones due to self-teaching when you’d found one lost in your caverns.
“I deal with sharp stones practically every day- roughly broken pieces of shale. I really don’t think some glass is going to- Eep!”
> And you eat your words, accidentally stepping on a piece of glass. The part that shocks you the most though is the fact that you actually bleed. You haven’t bled like a human in years. You actually pause to look at the blood on the floor for a second, eyes wide. You probably look like an idiot.
> Oh no, it’s adorable. You want it. Would your familiar let you keep it? …Probably not. Oh well. You flash a little friendly smile, tilting your head to the side slightly.
“Oh? Where you ‘headed? I could probably help you find your way…”
He shuffled on his feet nervously, head ducked down to look down at the long, floppy length of his trousers.
“I was tryin’ to go home, b-but something isn’t right…” He shook his head and bit his lower lip. “I think my home is gone, so I don’t know where to stay right now…”
> Oh noooo. Now you really want to keep it. Was it safe to take it to the old schoolyard? It wasn’t exactly kept clean since closing shortly after so many deaths occured, but it’s the closest thing you have to a human house... Maybe you should admit defeat and send it to (shudder) that ghost’s house.
“...I’m sorry sweetheart, I’m kind of on the same path as you. I mostly sleep in a cavern, due to... lack of funds.”
Mystery shrugs. “Guess my knowledge comes from living with humans for so long. Learning how to use their technology is just something that happens when you’re meant to watch over them.”
He pointed to a door on the other side of the room. “The broom is in the closet over there. There are also bags that the microwave can be put in since I don’t think it’ll fit in the trash can. Not to mention Arthur might find it easier to fix it rather than get a new one.”
“My lack of knowledge comes from hiding in a cave for the past sixty years or so. So let’s just drop it, okay?”
> You really don’t like having to explain how out of touch with your own humanity you are. It’s not a walk-in-the-park kind of topic. So you decide to head towards the closet to grab the bags and the broom, so you can clean up the mess you’ve accidentally made. Maybe next time you should ask how to use it. Might be a good idea...
★ thenimdxne has started following you
The small peered up at Bri with wide-eyes behind a thick pair of black, plastic rimmed glasses. The clothes he was wearing was much too big for him, and it looked like he hadn’t washed in quite awhile.
“–s-scuse me, miss, but I-I think I’m lost…”
> Oh no, it’s adorable. You want it. Would your familiar let you keep it? ...Probably not. Oh well. You flash a little friendly smile, tilting your head to the side slightly.
“Oh? Where you ‘headed? I could probably help you find your way...”
“That is definitely not good.”
Mystery looked in thought as he listened to what this hunter was like. Once Bri was done his eyes snapped back up to her, but they lacked the hostility they did before. It seemed Mystery’s instincts to attack the demon in front of him had lessened now that a new threat had come up.
“If this hunter is as dangerous as you say she won’t leave unless she thinks there’s nothing more to hunt here.” He gave a sigh. “As long as you keep a low profile and don’t use any of your powers, it’s probably best that you stay hidden here.“
He then looked at the broken microwave.
“I’m starting to wonder if I’m the only supernatural creature that knows how to use modern technology.” A sigh. “We should probably get that cleaned up.”
“It’s really, really not. She’s... Not really someone I want knocking on my metaphorical door.”
> Hey, at least he’s not as hostile towards you right now. And he’s actually agreeing you should stay? That’s odd- you hadn’t expected that at all. You nod a tiny bit either way, trying not to seem smug. Really, you’re not. You’re just glad you won’t be attacked while you hide out here.
“Why do you think I’m dealing with ovens and microwaves? If I was using my powers I’d be able to make whatever I wanted but I’m trying to seem human so I don’t attract attention... Wait- hey! Look, I haven’t had to use anything human since the 1950′s, I think it’s excusable I’ve lost my touch.”
> You puff your cheeks out, before letting out a soft sigh.
“...Yeah. Do you know where the broom is? I’m sick of electronics...”
It takes all of Mystery’s strength to relax his posture. He had to keep reminding himself that right now it would be more harmful to Arthur for him to attack the demon than to not.
His ears do perk at the mention of a hunter. “What kind of hunter?” It was always important to note when a hunter was near and what their views were. They could range anywhere from ones like the Mystery Skulls only harming the creatures that did harm first or to one that would try to kill anything non-human and even hurt humans if they believed them to be in their way. He needed to make sure this hunter wouldn’t be a threat to him or his charges.
He then looked to the microwave on the floor. “And in your attempt to make a snack you thought it a good idea to brake one of the appliances?”
“A bad one. She tried attacking me in a public place- which was really awful of her, might I add, since she could have hurt someone- with some seriously old magic. Like, 15th century black magic. I don’t know if she even knows how dangerous that shit is...”
> You sigh, running a hand through your hair. You really were freaked out by this hunter- this witch- much more so than you’d shown to Arthur. It was terrifying that she’d tried to attack you while you were doing nothing but wandering down the street to meet your friend. You kind of hope the kitsune’s attention is drawn to the case- it’d be nice to have him on your side, as much as you dislike him.
“...Alright, look. I don’t know how to use these damn things, and I didn’t mean to break it, it just fell off the counter! I was trying to find a way to use it.”
> You huff, arms crossing over your chest.
It was being sarcastic? Really? After everything and just coming back out of nowhere that’s all it had to say? The hair on Mystery’s back bristled and a dark growl rose from his throat.
“What are you doing back here? You said you were done messing with us.”
Every instinct told him to lunge, to do whatever it took to drive this monster out the house and away from his charge. The only thing holding him back was the knowledge that Arthur still thought it as a friend.
“I was, but then stuff and things happened. Now there’s a hunter in the area, and Arthur invited me to stay for a couple days. Looks like you’re stuck with me.”
> You know that look. He gets the same look that hunter girl had. It’s almost ironic, really, that your “safe” house was almost just as dangerous as what you’re running from. You almost laugh at the thought, but you don’t, not wanting to seem like you’re laughing at him.
“...C’mon, don’t look at me like that. I’m not doing any harm! Seriously, I was trying to make a snack for Arthur so he’d take a break from his work, but... This thing isn’t easy to operate.”
So if you're wondering why it kind of smells like smoke, I tried to make you food and lit the kitchen on fire. I put it out though!
“–what? I-I thought that smell was coming from me–!”
For a mechanical and over all genius, Arthur could be really dense. “Oh my god, are you alright?! You didn’t get burned, did you?”
Concerned, mildly panicking weenie? Concerned, mildly panicking weenie.
“I’m fine! I’m fine, I promise. Don’t worry about me, okay? I’m just. Sorry for your kitchen. And also your microwave. Long story...”
> You’re really bad at being a useful houseguest, aren’t you? You laugh nervously, picking at your fingers. You hadn’t meant to break the microwave, really! It just. Happened.
Mystery had been feeling rather uneasy lately. He didn’t really know why but there felt like there was a new presence in the house and it felt all too much like a demon. Still no matter how much he searched he still came up with nothing. It was frustrating but so far nothing disastrous seemed to have happened.
That was until he heard a loud crash coming from the kitchen. After nearly jumping 5 feet in the air, Mystery turned to the source of the noise and ran to see what happened. What he found was far from what he’d expected.
His eye only lingered on the broken microwave for a second before snapping up and locking onto the demon that was standing next to it.
“You!”
> Oh no. Busted.
> You completely freeze for a moment when you notice the kitsune, not quite sure which approach to take. You decide, after a second of consideration, to let a little grin cross your features and to wave a little sarcastic greeting.
“Hey mutt. You miss me?”
> Sure, it’s probably not the best idea to actively antagonize him, but what else could you do? Act nervous and guilt-ridden for breaking your promise not to come back? Like hell you’d do that. You can’t show this fox any more weakness than you already have.
> You’re so painfully angry. Why does everything here have to be so bloody difficult? You can’t use the stove, you can’t find anything in the fridge, and this- this thing mocks you with its ability to warm things up for everyone with the proper input code.
> Of course you don’t mean to when you knock it off the counter, and the machine shatters to bits. No, you wouldn’t ever purposefully destroy one of Arthur’s things. You’re just as surprised as that cursed box must be when it shatters at your feet, and you let out a little shocked yelp. Oh. Whoops. How would you explain this one...?
