disneyprincessofhell: (blanket burrito)
Now that it's been proven redemption is possible, more people are coming to the hotel for the right reason. A lot of guests are even former Vox supporters who'd lost respect for him after that public meltdown where he tried to kill everyone over Alastor. People are taking Charlie's cause seriously and Charlie herself is learning from her mistakes.

Except...only somewhat. She's no longer obsessed with looking good and proving herself to other people, but the memory of all she did wrong is still fresh: blowing up at her dad, not rescuing Alastor, and the less said about the way she treated Angel and Vaggi the better.

But at least she got to make up with Vaggi. She never got to clear the air with Angel after what she did to him.

And...people talk. Guests say things, not meant to hurt or criticize her, but comments about how redemption is so much more real when we hear about it from someone who knows what suffering is or hard to believe just weeks ago this place was blown up by angels or any other little observations or opinions that only remind Charlie of her failures. Her attempts to convince Heaven made them move the extermination up, getting Pentious and Dazzle killed. She tried to explain herself and Vox just dug his claws in and used it against her. She hears people wondering what happened to Angel Dust and she remembers their last conversation, how badly she failed him.

Even her new role as counselor isn't a perfect fit. She does her best, but one day a sinner tells her she feels worse after talking to Charlie, that the advice Charlie gave her would only make her issues worse. You have the luxury of apologizing to your father, but my mother went to Heaven and at this rate I'll never get up there to see her, even if Baxter and Pentious could link me up I don't even know where in Heaven she is or if she'll even talk to me.

The woman wasn't angry, but the message was loud and clear. What does a sheltered privileged Princess like her know about redemption and the suffering of sinners? All she can do is preach and sing songs.

Listen to other voices, learn, take responsibility, do better, be better. The problem is that the more voices she listens to the clearer it becomes she's unfit for this. Every day she's felt her mistakes weigh on her to the point where she feels the need to tiptoe even around Vaggi, and this...this is enough to break her.

She closes her office after that session, goes to her and Vaggi's room, and that's where she's been for the last few days.
aschmoozerandadummy: (OH SHIT!!!)
Valentino had never liked Vox borrowing Angel Dust to use as a spy, and he liked it even less when Vox's intel picked up that his little star seemed to have...feelings about the hotel's bartender. Husk had barely been on Valentino's radar other than that overlord who lost his status by selling his soul to Alastor, but Valentino is a greedy, jealous, possessive man who doesn't like sharing his toys, and clearly both the toy and the thing he's attached to must be punished.

Somehow, he managed to talk Vox into letting Angel go for the night and capturing the bartender instead. We'll not only cripple the hotel, but his power could prove quite useful to us. Plus, Alastor is a bit tied up and won't be able to stop us from using his pet.

(The deal was that Vox let the cat and the scary little gremlin live, nothing else.)

So while Husk was on his way back from the casino, Vox called him pretending to be Alastor needing a "favor". I'm a bit indisposed at the moment and I forgot I have a package waiting for me in Cannibal Town. Val himself was waiting, and all too eager to hurl all manner of insults at Husk for daring to "touch his favorite toy" before knocking him out.

Whatever plan Vox had for Angel they'll just have to adjust to work with a scruffy drunk cat instead.


Angel, meanwhile, is waiting at the hotel for Husk. Sure, Husk claimed he wasn't coming back, but he will. Just cause Al aint here doesn't mean you don't care about us.

He settles on the couch, feeds Fat Nuggets another snack, and waits.
wildlikemomanddad: (Default)
Only took you 25 years and the damn Netflix reboot to get me out of your head and onto paper and phosphors, huh?

Shouldn’t you be working on my canon instead of this nonsense? I know you have up to meeting - ugh - all the serious contenders for my heart and all of the old guard in your head (love what you’ve done with the crashing boar, by the way, and give my regards to Akari) - but your Constant Readers kind of wanna know how we punt Hanzo into next week and out of the narrative, and good riddance. Creep.

And I see you eyeing a journal username “weiward_romantic”, don’t you dare until it’s her turn to make a dynamic entrance into our living room. Wang To Na is a great sparring partner and knows where all the best dim sum is at but also she should probably have canon instead of just a feverishly conceived backstory and an image song by Flavor Foley before you start RPing her too.

With any luck Vampire Romeo and Werewolf Juliet will be done by then so I can try out being your third. God knows my story is unfinished enough that me and all my sparring partners belong there.

- Saotome, Ichiko Kazuma
早乙女, 一子 和馬
theappraiserofdeath: (Default)
The days had passed long after Ryoji found himself back in his usual late teen form. The form that was chosen for him by fate and one with which he would stay with for a long, long time. A fate he seemingly shared with Hamuko and due to the layout of this place- even extended to other residents.

And yet...Ryoji couldn't shake out the true meaning of this day: 31st of January where Nyx would descend for Hamuko had let him live. Not even after his many pleads, not even after his incessant begging- she would instead hold onto his ring as a relic of his memory. The proof that he existed.

Prompt 1 (locked to Hamuko): Ryoji had dressed up fancy. Again. He was always eager to try on new clothing on occasions of just meeting his partners or wanting to cheer people up. Even now, he stood in a black turtleneck with dark grey jeans, hair slicked back with his usual scarf wrapped around his neck while knocking at Hamuko's door.

The distance was difficult to handle at first, especially when he had to parse living a floor away from Hamuko again but by now- he doesn't mind the distance as much. Even if he remembers their little promise of settling into a new home together someday.

Prompt 2 (text and locked to Glitch): So. I will have you know~
[He sends a picture of a game's scoreboard, showing off high stats.]
Alas, you have been dethroned :p I am the Feather KING now!

Prompt 3 (open to all): One might even find him simply living at ease even if its close to dark hour, hands behind his back as he stares up at Gekkoukan High School before its closed gates- watching and contemplating something.
He really could just...fly up there to the music room but that would just be wrong, wouldn't it? He does have a little backpack on however, carrying some snacks and a pair of boltcutters. Yep, he really is just going to sneak into the school despite their being no real sneak involved. Has this god lost his mind or is he just looking for a way to live in interesting ways? Is it even wise to be sneaking in through the FRONT of the school? Who knows at this point but he has a mission to fulfill and he will be damned if this sleepless night is rendered unawarding.
Page generated Feb. 14th, 2026 10:23 pm
Powered by Dreamwidth Studios