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monstertrash2016-01-25 08:22 pm
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Open monster Post

Open monster Post
Monsters, demons, etc are all cool. Lets have some fun.
Rules
- Post your character, preferences, etc
- Put a starter if you want! If not, at LEAST say whether your character is a human or monster (and a description might be a bit helpful c:)
- Have fun!
Note: Threads may be NSFW and contain non-con, gore, violence and other things.
Sean Renard | Grimm | OTA
Open to more plotty stuff really with him, though NSA sex is not out of the realm of possibility!]
Tony Stark | MCU | Demon
Have fun.
Open to violence and smut and him just being an asshole. ]
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Morrigan looks over her notes and frowns.] It's gotten so formulaic. [She closes the notebook and grabs a nearby coffee cup as she looks around her office. It's well decorated and functional with two tables loaded down with notebooks and textbooks. There's a bookshelf stuffed with a mix of pop culture movies about demons, posession, and vampires and different summoning items. The items are knives and ceramic bowls but there are also some candles and packs of matches. Morrigan sits in her chair and rubs at her eyes after having a drink of coffee.] They see one magic circle and it's suddenly 'Oh we need help, Ms. Aensland! Please explain this!'. Murder of crows? Time to get scared.
[She drains her coffee and exhales.] At least it's steady work, I guess.
So AUing this where he's heard of her? maybe she's heard of him idk.
But still, she's useful. She tends to stick with the general public, doing...whatever it is succubi do these days. Tony on the other hand, spends his time wheeling and dealing with arms dealers, trading souls for the latest and greatest weaponry. Late night dinners with terrorists, congressmen, generals, it all keeps him away from dealing with the little people. And among those little people are little demons making their own little deals. And really, that's the problem with demons these days. No loyalty. Hell, he turned his back for six months and Obie had tried a hostile takeover of his empire.
And that's why he's here. He wants information from a certain little succubus. Someone who's trying to make a life with these humans. Concealing himself is easy (mask the horns, wings and other appendages, throw on a blazer over a band shirt, and he's good to go), but the manners are something he's never been good at. ]
Morrigan, sweetheart, baby. [ He enters the office freely. No knocking, no asking for permission, no call ahead of time. He's a busy guy, okay. ]
Au where he's heard of her works!
[She trails off and studies him for a long moment. There's a tingling feeling at the base of her spine as her senses try to tune into what he's projecting himself as.] ...You could've knocked. [She finishes, eyes narrowing as she grabs a nearby leather wrapped book and flips it open.] So what's got you spooked, CEO Ken? Bats? Vampires? Wendigo?
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Oh nothing, really. I just have a little demon problem I need to take care of. [He says it nonchalantly, like it's no big deal.]
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That's like going to a doctor and saying 'It hurts' when they ask you what's wrong. You're going to need to be specific, or I can't help you.
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Well my problem's a little unusual. [He put the book down on her desk.] I just need to know about any demons in the area. Just so I can protect myself. And since you happen to be a specialist in this sort of stuff, I figured I'd ask you.
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...There you are. [She throws her head back and laughs as her eyes turn temporarily gold. There's the sound of energy collecting as her bat wings slip out and stretch into the air.] You need whatever records I have. You have a projection spell of that level and you're honestly coming to me?
[She magics the coffee cups out of the room.] What do you really want?
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[Ah, there it was. Tony knew that she'd figure it out eventually. And good thing it was so soon, he was tired of masking himself. He let out a chuckle and his wings folded out behind him and his eyes let out a glow. He was still semi-masked on the off chance that they'd be interrupted.]
I was hoping you'd figure it out, sweetheart. [He sat on the desk. Hope you don't mind, Morrigan.] I'm only here for information so you can calm down.
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[Morrigan deadpanned the last line and idly pulled a teen fantansy movie off of her DVD shelf.] So what are you, hm? Nothing I recognize.