teufelshund | superhell pcs: hunter v 2

[ if mephisto is hung over today, he isn't showing it! he is, however, currently chilling with a black donkin' dunnts coffee in the dark, quiet back room of the planetarium. probably unrelated. ]

[Probably unrelated! And Hunter is also entering the planetarium for similarly unrelated reasons.]

... Oh, hey.

[Shielding his eyes from the viewing window. Help.]

[ memory theater time again!

speaking of not-dogs — ]

[there is

so much to unpack here.

help.

okay but first--]

... Satan has a kid?

Two, actually!

[ he can probably infer who the second one is from context! ]

Only one really inherited the demon part, though.

Oh, weird. And you're... a dog??

When I want to be one!

Why would you want to be one? It's not even a cool looking dog.

You just saw why! It allows me to observe things undercover. And it's a cute dog! Very popular with the women around the academy.

Why would you want to be popular with the women? [SQUINTS...] A bigger dog would be cooler, anyway. And it could do a lot more than just bite people's ankles if you got into a fight like that.

Why wouldn't I?

[ because tits, hunter. ]

If I was going to get in a serious fight, I'd stop being a dog.

That doesn't answer the question...

[He does not yet have the grand titty vision.]

Okay. Sure. But what if you were in a situation where you couldn't stop being a dog?

Then I think you're too young for the answer.

If I was already a dog, that would mean my powers were functioning normally, in which case that wouldn't be an issue.

I'm sixteen. How am I not old enough?

[He still thinks tiny dogs are inefficient in this very hypothetical scenario he's made up, but— he's getting interrupted! Specifically by the screen coming to life again.]

[ ...he has no context for this memory but he enjoys it anyway. and glances to hunter with a raised eyebrow afterward. ]

...I have to say I'm glad you ditched the gold mask, but what was that about?

[Making such a face at the blank screen, cringing. Past!Hunter is giving middle school MySpace profile.]

I was the Emperor's right hand man. Which, as you just saw, means I was a raging jerk. And they stole and lost a lot of money from one of the Emperor's ships, so...

I see! How'd you end up in that position? "Emperor's right hand man" sounds like a role people would be vying for.

[Scoffs.]

Anyone who wants the role is crazy. [Immediately. He crosses his arms, frowning at the now blank screen.] ... I was a scout first, then I ascended through the ranks and was given the role. But... I guess it's not inaccurate to say I was raised for it, too.

[When Mephisto enters the Home Biome, the first thing he might notice is rhythmic thump, thump, thump of a gigantic, beating heart overhead. The second might be the fact that he's found himself in some kind of throne room, dimly lit and covered in pipes. Sometimes one of the pipes hisses, releasing a hot burst of steam. The ominous mooks are not included, of course.

Meanwhile, Hunter is standing near the staircase leading up to the throne, looking very much like he wants to set the whole room on fire.]

Is this another illusion...?

[ intriguing! mephisto starts in that same direction, looking around and taking in the scene. ]

Something like that, perhaps! I'm really not sure how this place works.

[ his gaze finally settles on hunter. ]

You've been here before, I take it?

[ since it sure isn't his memories they pulled this out of, even if the vibe isn't entirely unfamiliar. ]

... I recognize it.

[A bit stiffly. The heart continues to thump, thump, thump away, loud as hell.]

What direction did you come from? I thought the door was over there, but...

[He gestures at a wall.]

[ points behind him, where there may or may not be a door anymore!

and looks back to the heart. ]

Is that being used as some kind of power source, or just a creative decoration choice?

[He frowns at schrodinger's exit. And then follows his gaze to the giant heart, confused by what he means for a moment before he shakes his head.]

No, that's the Titan's heart. The castle's in the chest, so they built around it.

[Hahahaha, what the fuck was that.

Hey, Mephisto. Hunter is just standing here looking at the gift shop kigus like he's considering committing acts of unspeakable kigu violence. Flapjack softly warbles at him from where he's perched on his shoulder.]

[ yeah, he also came by here to give the scene another look over in light of everything. ]

The lively scene this place saw last night seems pretty far behind us now, hm?

[He slowly nods, hands balled into fists.]

It feels like it happened years ago, not the other night.

[ *two nights ago fuck i'm so bad about erasing fridays ]

And as long a day as today was, it apparently wasn't long enough.

We got too caught up in the drama of what was happening to finish looking at all the facts.

We thought we knew everything we needed to know. Even though that stupid costume was right there.

A lesson learned for next time.

In fairness — though it doesn't excuse the oversight — this situation seems to have been different from any we'd encountered previously. Having more than two people awake with only one death wasn't an idea we'd had to give much thought to.

... And we got too used to a confession happening in the last hour, too. I guess that now we know more than two people can be involved in a single murder. But it shouldn't have come to this for us to learn our lesson.

It shouldn't have... but since that isn't something we can change now, learning our lesson is the best we can do. We know more now than we did before, and that, at least, is valuable.

I guess...

[He sighs.]

I wish we had more information to narrow it down. We forgot to check the costumes for size, though.

[ back at the memory lane bar on monday morning! he'll raise a hand in acknowledgement when he sees hunter, and wave him over. ]

Getting a bit of an early start, hm? Though as they say, it's 5 o'clock somewhere.

[ is hell all on one time zone? who cares. ]

[He raises an eyebrow, taking a seat at the bar.]

Why does it matter if it's 5 o'clock or not?

Oh, it's a silly human thing. Drinking during the day is largely frowned upon and 5 PM when most get off work is considered the acceptable start time. "It's 5 o'clock somewhere" is a joking way of brushing off any criticism about drinking earlier in the day, as it's true that it is always after 5 PM in a time zone somewhere in the world.

[ the pinkish bubblegum-scented drink he'd ordered a moment ago shows up on the counter in front of him, and he slides the menu over to hunter. ]

...Anyway, there's your human cultural lesson for the day.

[He looks at the menu, glances at Mephisto's drink, and decides to order the same one.]

Oh. That... makes sense. I guess. [Hm.] How long have you lived among humans? You know a lot about them.

[ jesus christ i never saw this tag but i still want to do animals, runs back in here ]

Oh, a few thousand years, off and on!

[opens arms wide for backtags]

Wait. How old are you?

A few thousand years.

...

How are so many of you so old?

[the immortals are real and they are out there]

We have had a strangely high concentration of immortal beings here, it's true.

[ takes a sip of his drink! ]

...Oh, this one is—

[

and he is now an animal crossing dog. ]

...I see!

[ after wandering through the city some more today, mephisto eventually ends up in some kind of demon fast food joint, and looks up at the menu. ]

Hmm. What were "not dogs" made out of, again?

[... side eyeing him and making no attempts to be subtle about it.]

Spiders. Why?

[ points to it up on the menu. demon food!! ]

Are they good?

... They're okay. But don't expect the spiders to be crunchy or fresh. It's still cheap junk food.

[ oh. hm. ]

They're not ground up or anything? Just loose spiders?

You can try one yourself if you're that curious.

[they are probably like......... spider blobs on a bun.]

Hmm... well— I suppose I can't really say "yolo" here, but! Might as well give it a shot.

Do you want one?

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