January 2022 Event Overflow

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JANUARY 2022 EVENT OVERFLOW

OVERFLOW POST for the JANUARY 2022 EVENT

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[wildcurls]

( Paimon's hands hover in that cupped position, eyes stretching wider still. 'Not here, not now. There are too many eyes and ears in this place.'

The tips of his small fingers twitch with some quiet yearning, but he withdraws them after a moment with a hushed sound almost of awe. This child, this great prince, must know many things, has an awareness of what's going on here. Perhaps they were brought here before Paimon and have had opportunity to learn the secrets of this place. The demon king warms at the thought of learning, of understanding. He needs it, craves it. )

Yes.... We will meet. Somewhere secret. Safe. ( Though he's reluctant to part ways with them, with another being Like Himself. His large eyes seem to swell further: in them is some strange innocence, remnant of a child's reluctance, as though about to leave a friend after playtime. But then there's the other part, the king reluctant to part ways with a precious companion. They're one of the Princes, and therefore extremely important to him by default, even if he doesn't explicitly know who they are just yet.

But it must be in secret. Another time. So Paimon reaches for their hand, cups it inbetween both of his own for a moment. He can't know that within the next couple of days, this version of self won't exist here any longer. Another one will — the older self, the one that was never given to Ellen from birth, but made to be the host sixteen years later, molded and shaped. The one with a name of its own, Peter. )

We shall meet near the ocean. I have sensed its presence here. When you are near it — all you must do is call for me, and one of my attendants will lead me to you.

( ...aka a fish.

Paimon squeezes the hand between his own before letting go, allowing himself to take in the brilliantly-dressed Prince before him once more before they'll part ways. )

You may call my true name, or the name of my vessel, Charles. I will come to you.

wrap!

[devilmind]

[ The Operator fights to keep their face somber—to betray neither revulsion nor fear nor elation, not even when he clasps their hand in his and promises to meet them again. It may be that it is only the soothing spell cast over this place that enables them to remain calm enough to keep up the act. Indeed, there is a part of them that wants nothing more than to strike now. The Orokin is so vulnerable. So trusting. Wouldn't it be easy, so easy, to lift a hand to his face the same way he had done to them—and scour this world clean of this Orokin invader?

They hold themself still, their only movement a bowing of their head as the Orokin takes his leave. ]

I will call on you when the time comes.

[ There is a certain sadness in their own voice to see him go; it is a shame that they can't be done with this tonight. But they had spoken truly: there are too many eyes and ears here—and too many innocent bodies to be caught in the crossfire.

They lift their eyes and watch him leave. ]

Until then.