Solomon Thorn
"I don't know what's going on here but this seems to be a bit too much for a game. Still, i guess it's good to see them be so passionate about their hobbie...coming from a book nerd who locks herself in her room for hours just to read, of course."
"I've got my hobbies too, but nothing that's made me quite as intense as that." Well, apart from the whole "scaling a mountain with less than appropriate security measures" thing that he had done a few times, but he felt that the intensity of those emotions were appropriate. Those were "life and death" feelings, not "I don't want to lose", feelings. He supposed that was a side effect of not being particularly competitive.
"Since you all, seem to be staying for a bit, make your selves at home."
"Don't mind if I do then," Sol replied, and went to get something to eat and some drinks. He grabbed a beer and some snacks, happily munching on a bite-sized pizza as he went over the others, just about catching the introductions. There was a thought of "hey, what if this is poisoned" -as wary as any hunter should be-, but he figured that there were far easier ways than poisoning their own food and inviting the group in if they wanted to kill the intruders. Besides, it tasted good to him, and the beer was unopned.
Besides, it's kind of rude to ignore the host when she's offering.
But, first and foremost; free stuff was kind of awesome. "Nice to meet you guys," Sol said and shook Sheila's hand, being as friendly as he could. That despite the fact that he was apparently shaking hands with the devil's daughter. Besides, it wasn't her fault.
"Name's Sol. It's a pleasure." He said the last part after having let go of her hand so that he was addressing the entire room. He then decided to sit down next to Leroy, opening his beer as he leaned over and whispered;
"Hey, are you okay? You know, with the whole... situation earlier, I mean. I apologize about that, by the way. We were just sent to get you, not get you punished by Rozalin herself."
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Alfred Frye
Sadly, Alfred didn't catch anything interesting in any of the conversations around him, and soon Rozalin was addressing the group. Most of them had ended up sticking close to each other, which was a natural consequence of being invited into someone's home and then not really knowing what they were supposed to do, or to which degree they were "invited", though she mentioned that they could make themselves at home.
It's almost as if we didn't come here to catch one of her buddies.
This was either the friendliest bunch of demons -and humans, and whatnot- or the oddest bribe he had ever encountered. And Alfred was surprisingly fine with it.
"That's Charles and Andrew on the couch. You've already been antiquated with Roy here, and last but not least. Sheila."
"So Rozy, who are they?"
"Their from Gato, ya know that school that has humans and non humans mingling. Well, except that one." Rozalin pointing at Sierra. "She works for my sister."
"Ah, that school you used when you put down father for the final time? Neat. I guess."
Alfred's thoughts on hearing that were sort of mixed. On one hand, it sounded as if she was talking about satan, in which case, this Sheila was a very special individual -though why on earth was she named Sheila, it seemed awfully bland considering-, and that could be useful. Very useful. On the other hand she was basically saying that the Queens were using Gato, and that was the sort of thoughts that he thought it might be necessary to relay to his bosses. He introduced himself after Sol had, and, shaking Sheila's hand, smiled.
"Hello there, Sheila, I'm Alfred. When you said your dad, did you mean... well, you know, Lucifer?" Alfred tilted his head, an innocent expression on his face. "It's fine if you don't want to say, but I have to admit that you've perked my interest."
"I don't know what's going on here but this seems to be a bit too much for a game. Still, i guess it's good to see them be so passionate about their hobbie...coming from a book nerd who locks herself in her room for hours just to read, of course."
"I've got my hobbies too, but nothing that's made me quite as intense as that." Well, apart from the whole "scaling a mountain with less than appropriate security measures" thing that he had done a few times, but he felt that the intensity of those emotions were appropriate. Those were "life and death" feelings, not "I don't want to lose", feelings. He supposed that was a side effect of not being particularly competitive.
"Since you all, seem to be staying for a bit, make your selves at home."
"Don't mind if I do then," Sol replied, and went to get something to eat and some drinks. He grabbed a beer and some snacks, happily munching on a bite-sized pizza as he went over the others, just about catching the introductions. There was a thought of "hey, what if this is poisoned" -as wary as any hunter should be-, but he figured that there were far easier ways than poisoning their own food and inviting the group in if they wanted to kill the intruders. Besides, it tasted good to him, and the beer was unopned.
Besides, it's kind of rude to ignore the host when she's offering.
But, first and foremost; free stuff was kind of awesome. "Nice to meet you guys," Sol said and shook Sheila's hand, being as friendly as he could. That despite the fact that he was apparently shaking hands with the devil's daughter. Besides, it wasn't her fault.
"Name's Sol. It's a pleasure." He said the last part after having let go of her hand so that he was addressing the entire room. He then decided to sit down next to Leroy, opening his beer as he leaned over and whispered;
"Hey, are you okay? You know, with the whole... situation earlier, I mean. I apologize about that, by the way. We were just sent to get you, not get you punished by Rozalin herself."
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Alfred Frye
Sadly, Alfred didn't catch anything interesting in any of the conversations around him, and soon Rozalin was addressing the group. Most of them had ended up sticking close to each other, which was a natural consequence of being invited into someone's home and then not really knowing what they were supposed to do, or to which degree they were "invited", though she mentioned that they could make themselves at home.
It's almost as if we didn't come here to catch one of her buddies.
This was either the friendliest bunch of demons -and humans, and whatnot- or the oddest bribe he had ever encountered. And Alfred was surprisingly fine with it.
"That's Charles and Andrew on the couch. You've already been antiquated with Roy here, and last but not least. Sheila."
"So Rozy, who are they?"
"Their from Gato, ya know that school that has humans and non humans mingling. Well, except that one." Rozalin pointing at Sierra. "She works for my sister."
"Ah, that school you used when you put down father for the final time? Neat. I guess."
Alfred's thoughts on hearing that were sort of mixed. On one hand, it sounded as if she was talking about satan, in which case, this Sheila was a very special individual -though why on earth was she named Sheila, it seemed awfully bland considering-, and that could be useful. Very useful. On the other hand she was basically saying that the Queens were using Gato, and that was the sort of thoughts that he thought it might be necessary to relay to his bosses. He introduced himself after Sol had, and, shaking Sheila's hand, smiled.
"Hello there, Sheila, I'm Alfred. When you said your dad, did you mean... well, you know, Lucifer?" Alfred tilted his head, an innocent expression on his face. "It's fine if you don't want to say, but I have to admit that you've perked my interest."
