superhell pcs: scaramouche

[teufelshund]

surely i can find a good bohemian rhapsody shitpost somewhere

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week 0, sunday

[teufelshund]

[ sometime after the Q&A, mephisto's over at the directory in the dormitory hall, putting faces to rooms now that everyone's profiles are out.

whenever scaramouche happens by, mephisto will turn to him with a smile and shrug. ]

"Prodigal Everlasting Lord of Arcane Wisdom" was too long, apparently. Who'd have thought!

[nascens]

[This is the worst part honestly, it's like having your 2000s era Myspace username dug up and thrown in front of god (or satan) and everyone... IT'S A WHILE BEFORE HE HAPPENS BY FOR THAT REASON. HE'S IN HIDING.

But eventually he has to leave because Akira is a freak and he can't stand it there, so he's on his way to probably try to con someone into throwing themselves at the baby gate again. The comment earns a sour expression, but his expression is Perpetually Sour.]

As it turns out, eternal suffering is just a cluster of petty annoyances.

[teufelshund]

And as it also turns out, it works pretty well!

[ a brief glance back at the directory again ]

So you're with the one who got his head stuck in the bars, huh?

[nascens]

[Actually that, that's much worse than the reveal of his myspace username. Akira is quickly becoming the bane of his entire existence and his expression says as much.]

Yes. And yes, I'm sure it'll only be a matter of time before he finds something else to get his giant empty head stuck in. At least that way I won't have to kill him to get him out of my room.

[teufelshund]

Unless he manages to get it stuck in the bedframe, anyway.

[nascens]

[He probably could and he very well might... This is the face of someone realizing that horrible truth.]

I don't want his corpse stinking up the place.

[AN IMPASSE.]

[teufelshund]

Maybe he wouldn't even leave one! Everyone is already supposed to be dead, right?

[nascens]

We're dead, but these bodies are annoyingly lifelike. I won't be optimistic until I see someone die and disappear with my own eyes.

[the sound of w0 trial rapidly approaching]