[ I CENSOR YOUR INSIDES. It does not feel pleasant in any manner of the word, removing the contract nor signing on it. Thank you for your efficient signage, and as you two sign and return the contracts to one another, you feel... different.
There's a passive link between the both of you, and know that you now have some level of control over the other. What he feels, you feel. What you feel, he feels. What the other demands, you will feel compelled -- disrespect it, and the contract will rot you, inside out.
The doors to your ribcage closes, the seams fixing right up as if your literal insides weren't just opened up like a safe door. The handle comes out, and you're left with pinpricks, but the bleeding isn't bad.
You are now partnered.
The devil congratulates your sorcerer marriage with a clap of their hands. ]
WONDERFUL. WE DO LOVE EFFICIENCY. NOW, MISTER DIMITRI... WE ACTUALLY HAVE SOMEONE WAITING FOR YOU, IF YOU WOULD LIKE TO MEET THEM. WOULD MISTER EMET-SELCH LIKE TO WAIT HERE, OR COME ALONG WITH? PARTNER RIGHTS.
[ This is... EXTREMELY weird. It all feels like a dream, and he tries very hard not to think about what it means as he quickly signs the sorcerer marriage papers.
Because they just have to get out of here. This is how they can meet Joonghyuk, according to one extremely suspicious devil that is his only lead. It unnerves him to know they have no real sense of time passing here—is it nearly dawn, yet?
He grips the fabric at his chest idly, making sure his heart is still beating. The sense of feeling that Emet gets to receive here is determination... with a side of unease. ]
[the unease is absolutely matched. there's some annoyance at all of this, as well... but matching determination too. they just need to do whatever it is they have to take care of, here.]
I do not think we ought to separate, at this juncture. I shall accompany you.
[ And like the VIPs you are, you will be ushered into a door past. Behind you, more pairs of sorcerers come to also get through with their fucked up marriage paperwork. Doesn't matter though, you're moving on.
...Into a dank-ass dark room that is not any more pleasant than anything else you've seen thus far! There's only a single lightbulb in here, and the walls are black, soot-stained. You feel a tingle of that earlier, same nausea. Glance out the window and the outside seems to have become sufficiently dark as well, only the barest lights from the below festival visible. Small spatters of rain hit the pane.
In the room stands a massive, swarthing, masculine figure with a cape of matted fur, dirt, smoke, and blood flattening everything down into a tangled mess that hangs behind it almost like a cape. The... face...? mask...? is almost lionesque, with sabers jutting uneven and ugly from their mouth... though perhaps, with the way they point upwards and curl, they would be better described as boar-like tusks, rather than sabers. One tusk has grown out too far, piercing back into its own skull through an eye; the other, beady and pitch black with a red pupil, stares quiveringly, jittery. Its lower half is partway boar, partway goat, hooved feet clacking on the ground and a thick, devilish tail swinging to and fro. Drool drips unpleasantly from its mouth.
It doesn't speak, but Dimitri will get the feeling that this devil has been waiting for him. However, much like YJH, it will wait for you to politely greet it first. ]
but this is dimitri's meeting, evidently, so emet-selch allows this, lingering behind him, watching. he doesn't draw his blade, but dimitri will be able to feel the tension in him-- he's prepared, should he need to act.]
[ The creature only huffs, looking closely at him. It raises one big ol' clawed paw hand looking thing, pointing at Dimitri's hand. And then it holds out a fist, waiting. Your hand sir.
Emet-Selch can stand there and continue to feel both awkward, but also feel bile rising. Outside, the rain gets heavier and heavier, and the sound of the crowd becomes nonexistent. He is extra sensitive to this, being one of the best mages of his era -- a building headache between his eyes, nausea. ]
[ Don't we all just want to hold hands sometimes? Funnily enough, if Dimitri actually wanted to hold hands it would do that.
But no, it hands Dimitri two things. One is a black note, with something on the front and back.
And another is a piece of paper... you can't read it right now, but it does have something on its back.
Looks rather familiar, doesn't it?
...The lion-boar-esque devil smiles at you a little bit, and taps at the paper -- then breathes, a cloud of black smoke gathering in the room. It steps aside as the smoke gathers, and like Dimitri saw before -- a door will appear behind the devil. It is decorated in black flame, charred bone, and dark iron lances, a lion with boar tusks adorning the top. It has furnishings that are distinctly similar to Dimitri's taste, such as those in his room.
He takes the papers, confused as he looks them over. Its almost easy to forget the hotel until he's handed a stark reminder like this. His confusion is buried under Emet-Selch's discomfort though—this room is clearly affecting him, somehow.
He turns his back on the devil for a moment to shoot him a concerned look, and to show him the papers they've received. ]
Do you've any idea what it can mean...?
[ Is this The Hole?
Meanwhile, the door waits for them to pass through. ]
[do they have to go in a hole?? he's managed not to really hear of hole here, save for an offhanded mention that he doesn't really recall when he feels like this headache might make him throw up.]
-we ought to move on. Mayhap if we leave this place...
[they can find where they're meant to go. maybe he will feel less like shit there.]
[ The door waits patiently, though the longer they wait -- they see that black sludge will slowly begin to overflow from the edges of the doorframe. Despite the extremely unwelcoming appearance, they'll get the feeling that this is the only way they can go -- not because they want to, but because it feels like they must.
The answer lies in the heart of darkness, in the deepest layer of chaos.
The devil points to the card with your hotel logo on it. It doesn't speak, but you'll get the message loud and clear. Don't lose it.
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[THIS IS NOT HOW ANATOMY WORKS. THAT SHOULDN'T BE IN THERE? WHAT???
....he does remove the paper, though, pausing to look it over before exchanging them and taking up one of the pens.]
...I do not know, either, but we shall have to proceed regardless.
[so. okay. he signs it, with the practiced ease of a man very used to signing paperwork fifty times a day.]
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There's a passive link between the both of you, and know that you now have some level of control over the other. What he feels, you feel. What you feel, he feels. What the other demands, you will feel compelled -- disrespect it, and the contract will rot you, inside out.
The doors to your ribcage closes, the seams fixing right up as if your literal insides weren't just opened up like a safe door. The handle comes out, and you're left with pinpricks, but the bleeding isn't bad.
You are now partnered.
The devil congratulates your sorcerer marriage with a clap of their hands. ]
WONDERFUL. WE DO LOVE EFFICIENCY. NOW, MISTER DIMITRI... WE ACTUALLY HAVE SOMEONE WAITING FOR YOU, IF YOU WOULD LIKE TO MEET THEM. WOULD MISTER EMET-SELCH LIKE TO WAIT HERE, OR COME ALONG WITH? PARTNER RIGHTS.
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Because they just have to get out of here. This is how they can meet Joonghyuk, according to one extremely suspicious devil that is his only lead. It unnerves him to know they have no real sense of time passing here—is it nearly dawn, yet?
He grips the fabric at his chest idly, making sure his heart is still beating. The sense of feeling that Emet gets to receive here is determination... with a side of unease. ]
...Waiting for me...?
[ Is there more to this process? Ugh. ]
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I do not think we ought to separate, at this juncture. I shall accompany you.
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[ And like the VIPs you are, you will be ushered into a door past. Behind you, more pairs of sorcerers come to also get through with their fucked up marriage paperwork. Doesn't matter though, you're moving on.
...Into a dank-ass dark room that is not any more pleasant than anything else you've seen thus far! There's only a single lightbulb in here, and the walls are black, soot-stained. You feel a tingle of that earlier, same nausea. Glance out the window and the outside seems to have become sufficiently dark as well, only the barest lights from the below festival visible. Small spatters of rain hit the pane.
In the room stands a massive, swarthing, masculine figure with a cape of matted fur, dirt, smoke, and blood flattening everything down into a tangled mess that hangs behind it almost like a cape. The... face...? mask...? is almost lionesque, with sabers jutting uneven and ugly from their mouth... though perhaps, with the way they point upwards and curl, they would be better described as boar-like tusks, rather than sabers. One tusk has grown out too far, piercing back into its own skull through an eye; the other, beady and pitch black with a red pupil, stares quiveringly, jittery. Its lower half is partway boar, partway goat, hooved feet clacking on the ground and a thick, devilish tail swinging to and fro. Drool drips unpleasantly from its mouth.
It doesn't speak, but Dimitri will get the feeling that this devil has been waiting for him. However, much like YJH, it will wait for you to politely greet it first. ]
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He is ruder to this creature than the annoying devil from earlier, raising his chin as he bristles. ]
State your business. We've places to be.
[ He also steps in front of Emet-Selch, in case the devil means to attack them. Doesn't matter if he's like 1000 feet tall. ]
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but this is dimitri's meeting, evidently, so emet-selch allows this, lingering behind him, watching. he doesn't draw his blade, but dimitri will be able to feel the tension in him-- he's prepared, should he need to act.]
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Emet-Selch can stand there and continue to feel both awkward, but also feel bile rising. Outside, the rain gets heavier and heavier, and the sound of the crowd becomes nonexistent. He is extra sensitive to this, being one of the best mages of his era -- a building headache between his eyes, nausea. ]
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While Emet-Selch is having the migraine of his life though, Dimitri begrudgingly steps forward. After a moment, he cautiously holds out his hand.
does the devil want to hold hands :Oc ]
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he braces himself against the wall, still keeping an eye on dimitri.]
...be cautious.
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But no, it hands Dimitri two things. One is a black note, with something on the front and back.
And another is a piece of paper... you can't read it right now, but it does have something on its back.
Looks rather familiar, doesn't it?
...The lion-boar-esque devil smiles at you a little bit, and taps at the paper -- then breathes, a cloud of black smoke gathering in the room. It steps aside as the smoke gathers, and like Dimitri saw before -- a door will appear behind the devil. It is decorated in black flame, charred bone, and dark iron lances, a lion with boar tusks adorning the top. It has furnishings that are distinctly similar to Dimitri's taste, such as those in his room.
This will lead somewhere. ]
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He takes the papers, confused as he looks them over. Its almost easy to forget the hotel until he's handed a stark reminder like this. His confusion is buried under Emet-Selch's discomfort though—this room is clearly affecting him, somehow.
He turns his back on the devil for a moment to shoot him a concerned look, and to show him the papers they've received. ]
Do you've any idea what it can mean...?
[ Is this The Hole?
Meanwhile, the door waits for them to pass through. ]
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[do they have to go in a hole?? he's managed not to really hear of hole here, save for an offhanded mention that he doesn't really recall when he feels like this headache might make him throw up.]
-we ought to move on. Mayhap if we leave this place...
[they can find where they're meant to go. maybe he will feel less like shit there.]
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The answer lies in the heart of darkness,
in the deepest layer of chaos.
The devil points to the card with your hotel logo on it. It doesn't speak, but you'll get the message loud and clear. Don't lose it.
Step into the Department Store, said the spider to the flies. ]