( It isn't Peter here in this strange place with the lively chatter and games of chance and luck. No, this isn't Peter's Scene at all, but something else is having a very good time. The demon king Paimon is an entity who loves a good challenge, as well as the the thrill of a game, and with each clink of coins and chips, his spirit thrums and sparkles.
Paimon is also almost uncannily good at games such as these (perhaps it really is a demon thing), but some of it is his propensity towards manipulation. Not cheating, an entity like himself isn't capable of that even if he wanted to be, but he can use his hands to move quickly, tricks of the fingers, tactics of confusion. There's also an intense and eerie knowing to the way he stares at his opponents, and his mind processes numbers too quickly; it intimidates others. He watches in silence, learns how these games work, and sinks his teeth right into them.
He wins something important from the Moss King himself, and now Paimon is leading an entire dromedary through the casino.... proudly, oblivious to any odd stares. This place is strange and surreal anyway, what's one ancient demonic camel added to the mix?
The creature is huge, but it walks with an almost unnaturally quiet gait, making hardly a sound. Soft black smoke puffs from its nostrils as it breathes, and more smoke seeps up from its eyes on occasion. Paimon is practically glowing as he guides the creature alongside him by a thin rope, wandering around the area. He's passing close to someone's table when his attention is caught — dark eyes brightening. He's been searching for people to show his beloved dromedary off to.... )
I have won a prize. ( Looking to the camel beside him; yes, his prize is... this. It's this. Paimon couldn't look prouder... )
Will you keep going? Seek to win something you yearn for, deeply?
goat turning!
Paimon is also almost uncannily good at games such as these (perhaps it really is a demon thing), but some of it is his propensity towards manipulation. Not cheating, an entity like himself isn't capable of that even if he wanted to be, but he can use his hands to move quickly, tricks of the fingers, tactics of confusion. There's also an intense and eerie knowing to the way he stares at his opponents, and his mind processes numbers too quickly; it intimidates others. He watches in silence, learns how these games work, and sinks his teeth right into them.
He wins something important from the Moss King himself, and now Paimon is leading an entire dromedary through the casino.... proudly, oblivious to any odd stares. This place is strange and surreal anyway, what's one ancient demonic camel added to the mix?
The creature is huge, but it walks with an almost unnaturally quiet gait, making hardly a sound. Soft black smoke puffs from its nostrils as it breathes, and more smoke seeps up from its eyes on occasion. Paimon is practically glowing as he guides the creature alongside him by a thin rope, wandering around the area. He's passing close to someone's table when his attention is caught — dark eyes brightening. He's been searching for people to show his beloved dromedary off to.... )
I have won a prize. ( Looking to the camel beside him; yes, his prize is... this. It's this. Paimon couldn't look prouder... )
Will you keep going? Seek to win something you yearn for, deeply?