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 Posted: Sat Apr 04, 2020 4:20 pm
 ☇ [̲̲̅̅F][̲̅r][̲̅e][̲̅y][̲̅̅a] ✬ [̲̅A][̲̅s][̲̅t][̲̅o][̲̅t][̲̲̅̅l][̲̅e̲] ✬ xYou can't quit until you try
You can't live until you die
You can't learn to tell the truth
Until you learn to lie. █████████ • ✬ ✭ ✮ ░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░↛ Smiling when the other woman removed her shoes and seemed to empathize with her about the discomfort of wearing shoes, Freya nodded animatedly in agreement. She had to wear shoes in public a lot because it was frowned upon not to, sort of like how this woman nearly felt obligated to do it to have it go with the outfit. "They do certainly look good." Gesturing to the shoes, she looked at them and tilted her head, wishing that at some point, she'd be able to wear them comfortably for a short time. It would certainly make her feel better about her small size.
Being a little more at ease now, the thought of shoes were shoved from her head as she listened to the woman tell her about how her boss could manage to style her hair. "I'll have to come back at some point and see what he can do with it. I've never been able to manage it." Laughing lightly, she stopped as they were approached by another stylist. When the woman she had been talking with told her that the new person who had approached would be getting her hair ready for the trim, Freya nodded slowly and stood up.
When Lisa introduced herself, she smiled sweetly, giving a bow back to her, feeling a bit more comfortable with this due to her upbringing. "I apologize for my rudeness. My name is Freya." Following after her to the wash bowls, she sat down and settled in, wondering if her hair would even fit into the bowl. The thought made her chuckle a little. Looking up at the ceiling, she readied herself for the feel of the water hitting her scalp. It had always sent chills down her spine when it did. But then after the shocks of it were over, it always felt so good. It was a curious thing that having someone else wash your hair felt so good. Like food cooked by another person always tasted better. ░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░ • ✬ ✭ ✮ • █████████You can't breathe until you choke
You gotta laugh when you're the joke
There's nothing like a funeral to make you feel alive.
[❖: Mood][Calm][☀:Location][Cut N' Stab] [☂:I'm with][Herself & Lisa][✖:O.O.C.][I'll be alright. smile ][✭Money:][500]
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Posted: Sun Apr 05, 2020 11:45 pm
xxxx→ sαтυяםαч, иσvємвєя ②④тн ←
םαч ⑥ σғ ⑭ υитιℓ тιмє sкιρ
━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━
☾☼ ιи-яρ םαчs sιиcє ℓ.σ. σρєиєם: ☼☽
◦ םαч ④①② ◦
( ① чєαя, ① мσитн, ⑯ םαчs )
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Posted: Sun Apr 18, 2021 11:56 pm
 
 tab Location : The Cut N' Stab | Company : Kairo and Iiro | Mood : Nervous and relaxed | Residence : 1319 Ombre Housing District | Profile : Hello~
Occupation : Tattoo Artist @ The Cut N' Stab | Status : Single | OOC : --
Frankly he was kind of glad to be the only current tattoo artist available in the shop. It made things a little easier for the worker. Not only was he further back in the store, but he could lower the lighting in the room and actually sit and do his sketches in his comfortable clothes without all of his sun protection gear. "What do you mean that has too many strokes? Are you picking on me again?" A figure sits on his desk, swinging the leg that he doesn't have resting on Ali's thigh as he watches him draw. "Exactly what I said." The man sticks out a pierced tongue at the demon, feeling a little childish since Kairo didn't seem to mind it. He only chuckles as grabs Ali's tongue before he can put it back in his mouth. He doesn't release it again until Ali yields and agrees to remove some of the strokes.
"When the hell did you become a professional artist capable of critiquing me?" He grumbles as he falls back against his chair when the demon slips onto his lap to direct him how he should go about the sketch. "Since you decided to start doodling me on your free time." He opens his mouth to protest that he wasn't, but pauses as he actually looks down at what he was absently drawing. "Fair enough." He gets another amused and deep chuckle out of the demon before he is being directed by hand where to draw what. Clearly this demon had a specific idea about how he looks. Even though to Ali, he looks like a shadowy figure who sometimes can take on a clearer form.
After about 20 minutes of the two doodling together, they stand up and Alistair stretches with a long yawn. "I have a customer coming by sometime to day. Please be on your best behaviors. I can't have you groping me again, or Iiro rampaging again. Lets not even think about what Unknown will do." The shadow figure starts to play with Ali's hair, pulling the long strands to help him put it into a ponytail. Always fussing over his hair and his clothes like a mother hen. "I will do my best to keep the others at bay today. We do not want to move again. We already miss Lucifer's Ink back home." The man sighs as he gives the demon's arm a pat. "Yeah, I know. Me too. But it was time for a change, you know? I couldn't hide out there forever with you guys. We would all die out without proper feeding. A busier city makes it easier for you guys." That earns him a sigh and a head on his shoulder with a body shifting closer to his. "But more dangerous for you. You have to be careful of blackouts."
Ali gives another sigh himself as he pulls away to start prepping his equipment for the appointment. "That is why I have you around remember? Keep the dogs in check." He narrowly dodges a cup of pencils flying at him from the darkness, red eyes squinting at him angrily. "I am no one's dog!" He groans in frustration as he starts gathering the pencils. "Yeah yeah a*****e. That could have taken out an eye!" He ignores the "you'll heal" he gets in return as he shakes his head and huffs. Damn demon parasites.
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Posted: Wed Apr 21, 2021 7:40 pm
"Try to knock some sense / Down in my bones / And even though they don't show / The scars aren't so old / And when they go / They let you know
You can't put your arms around a memory / You can't put your arms around a memory / You can't put your arms around a memory / Don't try, don't try" ☆═━┈ xxxx ┈━═☆Hands you a Business Card ❦ Voice Recognition ❦ I'm S-single ❦ My Pad: 1424 Doux District ❦ My Role: Coroner☥≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎☯≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎☥ "Maybe today isn't the best day for this," he thought to himself as he reapplied band aids to some of the more severe dermal abrasions he had received yesterday. "I probably look like I got in a fight with a sander and lost," "probably" cause well he didn't have any mirrors in his room and he had made sure to stay out of the line of sight for the tiny little mirror he had in the bathroom. After tending to those minor repairs, he turned to dressing the body -- erm, himself -- he grabbed a pair of loose, comfortable jeans (they were technically skinny jeans but the manufacturers hadn't factored in his brand of skinny), a nondescript black long sleeve shirt, a black death metal t-shirt, and bright orange low tops. That’s right, bright orange. Cause if he’s going to wear all black up top, then he dang well needs a pop of color and what color went better with black than orange? Halloween vibes in mid-November! However as soon as he had everything pulled out, he sighed and put the long sleeve shirt back. ”He kinda needs to be able to see what he has to work with, Emi. Put the shame rags back.” That was the real reason he was nervous: some guy he had never met was going to see his deepest, darkest, most shameful secret, and there wasn’t anything Emi could do about it if he was going to finally get them buried. ”I just hope he doesn’t flat out refuse when he sees them…” That would make for a very sad Emi indeed. Exchanging the black long sleeve shirt for a plain black hoodie (hey, he could still hide from the rest of the world), he quickly dressed and slid his wallet and keys and stuff into his pocket and hailed a cab down to the parlor? studio? shop? what the heck was it called?
When he finally got to the place though, it almost looked like it was closed with how dark it was inside. But…the door was unlocked and he had made a consultation/who-knows-maybe-we’ll-go-ahead-and-do-it appointment like a week ago, so surely it was alright to go on in? Towards the back he noticed a lot of life, more than he would have thought would congregate in such a small area, and two glowing red eyes bobbing about, suggesting maybe they belonged to a person who was doing something. It was kind of spoopy (cool/cute but with a touch of spooky). He figured he would soon come into contact with a bunch of people, or actually more likely come into contact with an obstacle and trip, cause it was super dark after coming in from the bright street. ”Hello? I promise I have an appointment and I’m not a burglar. Wait, a burglar would totally say that…um…I’m just going to quit talking now.” ”Great,” he reprimanded himself, ”I haven’t even met the guy yet and I’m already an awkward turtle.” Which of course made him even more self-conscious and wish he could just explode into a thousand bats and flee the whole situation.☥≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎☯≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎☥Stiffs: Uh…four ❦ Mood Meter: Depressed █▇▇▇▇▇▇█▇▇▇▇▇▇█ Manic ❦ Wearing: Death Metal t-shirt ❦ Out Of Corpses Sorry the awkward sauce took so long.☆═━┈ xxxx ┈━═☆"Take the blade away from me / I am a freak, I am afraid that / All the blood escaping me won't end the pain / And I'll be haunting all the lives that cared for me / I died to be the white ghost / Of the man that I was meant to be"
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Posted: Wed Apr 21, 2021 10:04 pm
tab Location : The Cut N' Stab | Company : Kairo and the customer | Mood : Normal | Residence : 1319 Ombre Housing District | Profile : Hello~
Occupation : Tattoo Artist @ The Cut N' Stab | Status : Single | OOC : --
The voices became a hush after there was a shift in the room. Another presence joining them. Even Alistair became silent, his glowing red eyes turning to see who entered. Luckily, it wasn't someone trying to rob the place, but was only his client showing up for their appointment. "Sorry for the dark room." While his voice would sound further away originally, the chuckle that came next would be right in front of the man now. It came in handy to travel quickly in the dark. He reaches over to turn on a lamp, which is low enough to not hurt the possessed demon, but bright enough so he doesn't scare the client. "I probably should have previously covered my sensitivity to the light last time you were here." He offers a kind smile as he holds out his hand, hoping that introducing himself would help put the man at ease. "Pleasure to meet you officially this time. We mainly just went over designs before so I feel I didn't really give a proper introduction. I tend to get absorbed in my work a little too much. Again, I am Alistair Osius, it is Mr. Baines correct?"
After shaking his hand, if he so pleased, he would turn and start walking back to his desk, lighting more of the lamps in the room to put it under a better glow to ease the customer into a comfortable state. "He seems jumpy. I hope he isn't afraid of the needle." He can hear the steps next to him, can feel the hand on the small of his back, but he knows that the man won't see Kairo next to him. So he sighs and gives the smiling demon a look for making comments he knows he can't respond to right now. "Forgive me if I have already asked you, but you aren't afraid of needles, are you? And your pain tolerance is helpful too, so I know if I need to apply a numbing agent." He picks up a folder off his desk with the man's info and designs inside, before turning to face his customer again. As he settles, Kairo makes himself comfortable in his desk chair, pulling his legs up to cross them as he leans back. Alistair does his best to clear his throat as the chair squeaks to cover up the sound. "I have your designs down on the transfer paper since we seemed pretty set on what you wanted, but if you want to make changes, I can do that. We might have to reschedule depending on how great the change is. We are still inking the discussed area right? That would require changes as well depending on where you are putting it."
"I hope he isn't that fussy." Alistair is kind of hoping that too, giving a hum of agreement even if it would look so random. It would be extra work for him in the end, but he would do it. Being the only place in town that gives tattoos, the guy wouldn't really have much of a choice but to work with Ali. Not unless he wanted to go to whatever next town over to see if they have another shop available.
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Posted: Mon Apr 26, 2021 11:56 am
wahmbulance Warning: Potential trigger in paragraph 3 wahmbulance "Try to knock some sense / Down in my bones / And even though they don't show / The scars aren't so old / And when they go / They let you know
You can't put your arms around a memory / You can't put your arms around a memory / You can't put your arms around a memory / Don't try, don't try" ☆═━┈ xxxx ┈━═☆Hands you a Business Card ❦ Voice Recognition ❦ I'm S-single ❦ My Pad: 1424 Doux District ❦ My Role: Medical Examiner☥≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎☯≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎☥ The glowing red orbs seemed far away at first, but then were practically upon him, same with the voice. Even for the nervous little skeletonling that was actually commonplace. Apparently he and his dad did it to each other all of the time because, well, he was still human enough his brain couldn’t entirely wrap itself around the “space is just a human construct” idea so sometimes he would see an endless room as having an end, and well it was really hard to explain but to suffice it to say sometimes it seemed like they somehow teleported. Oh, and his dad had glowing eyes too. Kinda weird for the tattoo artist you just met to remind you of your dad… With that little illumination from the lamp, he was able to definitively declare this man did not in fact look like his dad. That would have been too creepy. Also that would probably scare away all of the clients cause what normie would go to a talking skeleton for a tattoo? He took the offered hand as even a flustered Emi could remember proper decorum, it had been ingrained in him as a funeral kid. ”It’s a pleasure to meet you face to face Mr. Osius.” Huh, he was curious where the name originated but more importantly what it meant. “Osteo” was the prefix for “bone,” derived from the Greek word “osteon.” But that prefix could get muddled up as in the word “ossuary” which was a container in which bones were kept. And if his name followed that meaning, then it would mean both of them had a last name meaning bone, which was a cool coincidence! ”Oh, and you can call me Emelius or Emi, whichever you prefer.” He refrained from mentioning that technically it was Dr. Baines, but he only used his title for official business like C.O.D. reports or when he had to testify in court. ”Sorry you had to turn the lights up for me. I inevitably would have tripped over something, so thanks. But I don’t mind if you turn them back off, I don’t want you to be uncomfortable in the least.” Now there was something that could bring the timid creature out from under his headstone. Emi couldn’t bear the thought of making someone uncomfortable, in fact, he usually worked as best he could to make others feel perfectly at ease.
As he is lead back, his eyes drift over to the other life that should be plain and obvious to see, yet even with the cozy glow of the lamps he still couldn’t see s**t. For that matter, the other lives he had seen seemed to have just infused with Mr. Osius, which probably meant they had been pets or something that he was now carrying. Maybe even pet bugs cause there was no way the man was hiding gerbils on him. So maybe that’s what the other life was: a super well-trained ladybug or something that liked to follow its owner? Emi was really grasping at straws here. He did manage to slide his jacket off, but he had it draped over both arms, hiding his shame as best as he could even though it would be out in the open for hours soon. ”I’ve been too excited for this day to remember either. No fear of needles at all.” He was playing with trocars as a kid, needles were like second nature to him. ”And, uh, there I have really high pain tolerance.” You couldn’t amass that many scars without getting used to the pain, and he had probably destroyed a fair number of nerves by now. Seeing the life that had been staying next to its (well now he wasn’t sure what the relationship was at all) drift off to sit at the desk, hear it have enough impact to make the chair squeak, and then for Mr. Osius to deliberately mask the sound, he knew this was way more strange than a pet ladybug.
Yes, he had seen the design before, but seeing it again made his heart leap in excitement. The little rain cloud cracked a broad smile and his eyes nearly started sparkling. ”It’s even more perfect than I remembered. I’d never change a thing, and yep same place. Take as much space as you need. There’s…quite a bit I’m hoping it will cover up.” So saying, he trepidatiously pulled his arm out from its hidey-hole in the jacket, then with a sigh he turned his arm up so the inner wrist was visible. A solid two and a half inch long by inner wrist length band of darkened skin dominated the area with only tiny specks of natural tone visible. Up higher the scars thinned enough that while many intersected, the individual lines could be traced. Then there was a longer and wider one that started who knows where but extended a bit shy of halfway up his lower arm. He wanted to add in something cheerful to make the scene not quite so grim, but there was no chance of rescuing this. ”It’s not exactly the best canvas out there, is it?” he added with a quarter hearted laugh. Awkward.
☥≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎☯≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎☥Stiffs: Ali and 3 other lives ❦ Mood Meter: Depressed █▇▇▇▇▇▇█▇▇▇▇▇▇█ Manic ❦ Wearing: Death Metal t-shirt ❦ Out Of Corpses ☆═━┈ xxxx ┈━═☆"Take the blade away from me / I am a freak, I am afraid that / All the blood escaping me won't end the pain / And I'll be haunting all the lives that cared for me / I died to be the white ghost / Of the man that I was meant to be"
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Posted: Tue Apr 27, 2021 11:56 am
tab Location : The Cut N' Stab | Company : Kairo, Iiro and the customer | Mood : Embarrassed and then thoughtful | Residence : 1319 Ombre Housing District | Profile : Hello~
Occupation : Tattoo Artist @ The Cut N' Stab | Status : Single | OOC : --
He releases the man’s hand after they shake, smiling to try and be at least friendly so he doesn't scare the guy off with his strange appearance. "Then you must call me Alistair, or Ali." He chuckles and waves off the man’s concern, not really feeling too bothered by at least a tiny bit of light. "It is alright, bright rays and UV lights are the ones that get me into a pickle. These are low so I don’t mind them." He briefly sees a flash of red eyes and hears a grumble in the darker corner of the room, a smug smirk gracing his features. He shouldn’t have started throwing things at Ali, now he has to hide in the corner away from the light while Kairo can wonder about all he likes. Serves Iiro right for being a jerk. Because he is not exactly mature, Ali even sticks out a pierced tongue at him to rub it in. Will he suffer for it later? Probably. So worth it though.
He nods as he tries not to think too much about the man’s answers. Some just have a higher tolerance. At least they didn’t have to worry about the man fainting on them during the process. Deciding not to respond directly to the replies, because he knows that he might just ask something deeply personal, as an Ali does, he releases the folder with the designs to the man’s grip and waits for the verdict. "He likes it!" The demon in the chair nearly cheers as he claps his hands. Ali clears his throat and tries not to think of the warmth on his cheeks as the demon cheers him on. It was a little embarrassing to be receiving praise from both Kairo cooing at him and from the customer satisfied by the design. "I am happy you like it." At least he doesn’t have to do a redesign.
Once the wrist is pulled from his jacket and shown to Ali, his first thought is that the design is small enough to fit around his wrist without overlapping. The second is, as to be expected, about the scarring. "They were hidden...it looks terrible." The demon comments sadly as he returns to Ali's back to wrap his arms around his waist and rest his chin on his shoulder. "We all have scars we aren't proud of." Almost forgetting that he is in the presence of someone else, Ali continues that as he offers the man a kind smile. He can at least make it look like he is talking to the customer. "So you don’t have to hide or be ashamed here. May I?" He hovers his hand underneath the man’s wrist, asking if he can get a better look at the canvas he is working with. When given permission, his fingers brush over the scarring to see how raised it is and how tough it might be for the needle to penetrate it. "People sometimes think that scar tissue would be easier to tattoo in terms of pain, but it is actually excruciatingly painful, especially if it is from nerve damage. Keep in mind that it might hurt a lot, and make sure to tell me when you need a break. We can do it slowly. The ink might also look a little different than when it's on unblemished skin." He releases the wrist and motions for the customer to follow. "Let’s get you prepped, yeah?"
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Posted: Wed Apr 28, 2021 3:55 pm
"Try to knock some sense / Down in my bones / And even though they don't show / The scars aren't so old / And when they go / They let you know
You can't put your arms around a memory / You can't put your arms around a memory / You can't put your arms around a memory / Don't try, don't try" ☆═━┈ xxxx ┈━═☆Hands you a Business Card ❦ Voice Recognition ❦ I'm S-single ❦ My Pad: 1424 Doux District ❦ My Role: Coroner☥≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎☯≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎☥ Already he was beginning to calm down. He hadn’t been scared about getting the tattoo, nor did he find Ali strange in the least (actually, awkwardly, some of the more unusual traits reminded him of his dad), but going out and talking to someone when there wasn’t a corpse in the room and he had already been an awkward turtle? Terrifying as all get out. Man he had gotten lucky to find someone who seemed pretty friendly and actually kinda sweet. ”That’s good to hear. I really would hate to bother you, Ali. Oh, I like your name too. Full out kinda sounds like a mysterious mighty sorcerer, but when you shorten it to Ali it’s kinda cute.” Hmm, maybe he shouldn’t have said that. Some people did go through an awful lot of trouble to seem macho or edgy or all sorts of things, and didn’t really appreciate “cute” being applied to any aspect of them. He had meant it as a compliment, hopefully it would be perceived as such. Anyway it seemed like he was safe and for a brief second Ali was distracted by the individual in the corner. ”Maybe his special eyes let him see the individuals. All mine can pick up is life, not even what sort of life. Wonder how much Dad could see?” Probably everything, his dad was overpowered like that.
Fortunately it was dark enough in the room that Emi couldn’t see that bit of a blush rise into Ali’s cheeks, so it wasn’t until the man cleared his throat that Emi reminded himself it might be a bit unseemly to act like this much of a child. ”Definitely!” Having to show off the wrist brought his mood down a bit though, nothing like showing forty plus years of self-loathing, anxiety, and crippling depression to bring a party down. But against all odds there was no gasp of horror, no why’s, and no pity, just gentle reassurance and a kind smile. He might come back here real soon, well, once the one he is getting heals and he has an idea for what he wants. ”Sure,” he replied as he let Ali take a hold of his wrist. ”And thank you.” While his shame wouldn’t instantly go away, this was the first place where he had ever been expressly told he had no need for shame. Three places where he could feel free from judgement, that was a marked improvement. His assumptions on the pain aspect were completely wrong and s**t his screwed up skin might make things harder and look different than intended. Why did he have to mess everything up all of the time. He was about to apologize for making things difficult, but before he could speak a word Ali was cheerfully ushering him to the back, or at least the words sounded cheerful to him. ”When I was a little kid, I accidentally stabbed myself in the shoulder with the biggest needle-like object I know of. And since then have gotten lemon juice on paper cuts before. I think I’ll be fine.” But for real that trocar had hurt so freaking much and it didn’t help he was a wee lad at the time. ”Are the others going to watch?” he asked curiously. He gestured over to the corner where one was skulking then at least attempted to gesture towards whatever had gone from the chair to Ali. It was hard pointing at someone you couldn’t really see lurking behind someone you definitely could see. ”It’s fine if they are, I was just curious.” But then it hit him, the others had not been introduced nor had they interacted with the two visible people as far as he could tell. That he had seen, it was only Ali who seemed to acknowledge the others in the room. ”Was I not supposed to notice that? I’m sorry! I can pretend I never saw anything, if that makes things better?” Once more he was worried he may have just put his foot in his mouth and failed another social interaction.☥≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎☯≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎☥Stiffs: Ali, 3 others ❦ Mood Meter: Depressed █▇▇▇▇▇▇█▇▇▇▇▇▇█ Manic ❦ Wearing: Death Metal t-shirt ❦ Out Of Corpses A Trocar☆═━┈ xxxx ┈━═☆"Take the blade away from me / I am a freak, I am afraid that / All the blood escaping me won't end the pain / And I'll be haunting all the lives that cared for me / I died to be the white ghost / Of the man that I was meant to be"
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Posted: Sat May 01, 2021 5:16 pm
tab Location : The Cut N' Stab | Company : Kairo, Iiro, the screamers and Emi | Mood : Shocked and then embarrassed | Residence : 1319 Ombre Housing District | Profile : Hello~
Occupation : Tattoo Artist @ The Cut N' Stab | Status : Single | OOC : --
Ali's eyes have a shine to them as he lets out a genuinely amused laugh. The comment about Ali making him sound cute was so reminiscent of his adopted father, that it was nearly making his eyes water. Pleasant memories are truly the best. "I'm sorry, what you said reminded me of my father. He said the same thing when he gave me the nickname. "A softhearted child like you needs a cute nickname", he'd tell me." He was pretty embarrassed about being Ali as a kid, but he grew quite fond of it as time passed. Ali always seemed less foreboding than Alistair, and less like a demon you need to fear.
His brows furrow and his face shows confusion about the guy stabbing himself. Because honestly? How the hell does one stab themselves in the shoulder? "Getting your shoulder stabbed is pretty painful yeah, so I am sure you will be familiar. Even still, it is my policy to take breaks when needed." He really doesn't want someone passing out over the pain while he is working. He's had that happen before and it is still something he can never actually prepare for mentally.
He was going to set about getting the chair and his materials ready to go, nudging Kairo out of his way when the demon tries to play with things in the kit. He was. But he stops suddenly, hand pausing over his tattoo gun. "What?" The lamps in the room flicker as he straightens and turns to face the man again. His own face is reading shock as Kairo grips Ali's shirt with a tightly clenched fist. "You can……..see them?" Kairo lifts his freehand and waves before shaking his head. "I don't think he can see see us, or even hear us for that matter." Ali turns his gaze to Kairo again as the demon shifts closer to Ali with an unsettled expression. "Is it a problem that he CAN see you?" The unsure expression on Kairo's face as he shrugs isn't really helping Ali feel better. "We hide usually because we either don't have enough energy to reveal ourselves or to protect you. We don't know what kind of people there are around you. Some might want to test your limits as a vessel. Humans aren't exactly known for using science in a way that isn't cruel. And that is coming from a demon."
At this, Ali defensively pulls Kairo behind him to shield him off from the customer. He doesn't at all seem hostile, but Ali wants to be cautious as this is literally his life line clutching his back. "I'm sorry, we just….no one has ever seen them before. It's a little bit surprising." Kairo gives an affronted noise behind him. "A little?" Ali makes a face like he kind of agrees it wasn't the right phrase. "Okay, it's very surprising. Happy?" Kairo gives his back a little hit to tell him to shut up and Ali mutters an ow before nudging the demon with his elbow and telling him to be nice. "It's okay. We are just...in a little bit of shock. Um, why don't you come sit? I can prepare your wrist while we talk, yeah?" Why does it feel like he is trying to talk to a scared animal? Maybe it's because he isn't at all used to someone not looking at him like he is crazy for talking to thin air. He's a little rattled. And he can tell Kairo is as well with how he has decided to stick as close to Ali as possible for safety.
Even Iiro is keeping close to them, at the edge of where the light touches, and the shadows around the lights are growing darker with whispers and scared cries. The souls were basically peeking out of the darkness, their sounds growing louder as they grow more desperate for his attention. The fear was almost palpable. Covering his ears, Ali growls. So many voices all at once. "Will you guys shut up! I can't think with your hovering!" Kairo says something in Romanian and the voices suddenly hush as Ali straightens and gives him a grateful smile as the demon pets his ears. As if he can will away the pain. Clearing his throat, Ali tries to fight the heat on his cheeks. "Sorry, I probably look crazy. But I kind of….I guess you can say that I am a vessel for lost souls and demons. They get loud sometimes and it can hurt. I swear I am not crazy!" Ali visibly cringes at himself, his hand coming up to rub his neck, prompting Kairo to switch his ear petting for patting his back. "That sounds like what a crazy person would say, even to me. Yikes."
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