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ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ˢˡᵃᵘᵍʰᵗᵉʳ

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I've been a patron of the hotel for a month now. charlie says I've made no progress.
"True... But even heaven not all that great... But I can understand its down to you. Maybe go to the hotel and try to get redeemed?"
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[ the ram clears their throat, recovering from their sordid little introduction with tact but no charisma. ] I've been at the hotel for a months time. which means I've been dead for a month and one week, respectively. -
Replying to @R4DI0H0ST
ㅤ ㅤㅤ𝓙𝐔𝐃𝐄 .ㅤ how long have you been a 𝑝𝑎𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑛 at this establishment .ᐣ ㅤ﹙ㅤoffered rose is not taken , ㅤhands settling behind his back as he watches the little lamb .ㅤ﹚ ㅤ
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they crumple it as best they can before slipping it into their coat pocket to be tossed away later and pressing their sleeve to their palm to quell the slight bleeding. ] I assume my morbid fascination is part of the reason I'm in hell to begin with. [ its not, -
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theyre in hell for being rich and pompous, to contributing to a suicide, for always taking the easy way out in life with their wealth. jude is not self aware enough to be privy of any of this. ]
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sex drugs and rock and roll, baby! ... plus, she doesn't know I'm throwing a rager at all..
Why ? What exactly are you bringing that she shouldn’t know about ?
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dont get me wrong, sir, it's not ideal either. in fact I'd much prefer to be in heaven. I don't think I deserved hell.
"Yeah... its not all that bad of a place down here I suppose.... Juet humans say it wrong." He chuckles a little himself.
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hallocream trick or dih rager on the flirty first at the hazbin hotel spread the word
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𝐭𝒉𝐞 𝖘ᴛᴀʀs we𝖗𝔢 𝐦𝑒𝖺𝗇𝗍 ⠀ ⠀𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝗺𝗲,⠀ʙᴜᴛ⠀𝔦'ᴍ 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝑖𝗇 𝘁𝗵𝗲. ᴅᴀʀᴋ. ⠀
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I'm not so optimistic. [ he chuckles. ] I will say, hell is nicer than I thought it would be before I died. I assumed it would be all fire and brimstone and pitchforks.
"Im sorry to hear that! Im sure you can find someone.. Hell a big place but not many nice sinners... But you find someone!"
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[ the ram takes the ticket, looking it over with a grin. ] debauchery, you say? I look forward to it. ah, where are my manner? my name is jude shepard of.. well, I suppose it doesn't matter where I'm from anymore, does it? [ they chuckle. -
Replying to @MAC4BREG1RL
⠀ theatrical flair. “ Take this, it’ll get you some of the best seats in house to properly witness the debauchery. ” ⠀
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It's odd, being new to hell. for them, it's been a process of having their identity stripped from them and having to start anew. ] if I had anything to offer you in return for the ticket trust, I would. [ that's a lie. they have a pocket of stolen cash and no plans to pay. ]
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I see. I've no next of kin in hell and therefore no one to please.
A pleasure to meet you Jude. I try to be nice... So my daughter is happy.
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[ the advice of the overlord is taken, though hide tries not to let their face spur at the notion. they've spent their entire life leeching off of others, their father specifically, born with a silver spoon into a family in which their event want and desire was -
ᅠ Time ticked on in measured beats, 𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑐𝑢𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑑 and controlled — folding inward upon the hall’s occupants. A quiet 𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞, just shy of suffocating which seemed to roll off the overlord with little intent. Whether by 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑑-𝑠𝑜𝑎𝑘𝑒𝑑 reputation or simply raw 𝐏𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑, an imbalance was evident. However, the stag was not one to flex his claws without purpose, or at least something to gain. Rather now, 𝓐𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫 stood simply as a humble hotelier, hostility of his more prominent title set aside … 𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕𝒍𝒚. Amusement glinted within that ruby gaze, head tilting as a curious cat might study a frantic bit of prey. A common response among sinners within his presence, one which never grew dull. Decades of calculated kills and strategic deals to establish his hold amongst the highest souls in 𝓗𝐞𝐥𝐥 — he had earned this, the manifestation of his efforts across the populace. Each subtle shiver and flickering glance a whetstone upon the razor edge of his 𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄. Confidence bled at the seams of a polite exterior, a gentleman’s disposition wielded like a knife, clean and precise. ❝ 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒍𝒚. This way, 𝑑𝑒𝑎𝑟.ᐟ ❞ Heels clicked a slow, steady rhythm down the winding hall ahead; an easy pace, ensuring his companion was accommodated. 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐜 simmered low, a tune muted beneath the haze to match the gentle hum behind that ever-present grin. Melody soft and sultry, foxtrot in kind. Tasteful for a quiet evening as the two traversed from the more industrial accommodations to the classier common areas of the hotel. Tension subdued, dulling the more harshly drawn lines of the 𝓡𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐨 𝓓𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧 in golden lamplight. 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐬 drew long, warped talons and branching antlers along claret-clad walls. Movement independent of its master, the twisted form 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑤𝑙𝑒𝑑 low about the young ram. Not quite a 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕 — not without provocation — but undeniably inquisitive. ﹝𝑓𝑟𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑦 𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑓𝑡﹞ ❝ 𝑂ℎ.ᐣ A 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫, are you.ᐣ How 𝑑𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑓𝑢𝑙, I do appreciate a good sense of 𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 in entertainment. ❞ Attention diverted fully once more to the sinner, brow arched with intrigue. 𝑳𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒓, as if any in 𝓗𝐞𝐥𝐥 had a choice when the 𝓡𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐨 𝓓𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧 commandeered the airwaves. No, when 𝓐𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫 spoke not a soul had a say in the matter. Whether delicious gossip or gut-wrenching 𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐒, all of 𝓗𝐞𝐥𝐥 had no choice but to tune in. ❝ But of course.ᐟ Can’t have my broadcasts be any 𝑜𝑙𝑑 𝑑𝑟𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑙. Leave that nonsense to the 𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒓 media, reliant on flashy imagery and mindless indulgence to maintain an audience. ❞ ﹝𝑙𝑎𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑘﹞ The two traversed past guest quarters, crossing through the entry hall now void of its carefully executed 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐬. Embers burned low in the grand fireplaces, their warm glow glinting off the bottles neatly lined behind the vacant bar. Peace only allotted by the unreasonably late hour settled about the plush upholstery and rich mahogany. 𝓐𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫 strolled down the central staircase, words spoken casually over shoulder. ❝ One must establish their niche here — 𝒅𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒆 it — if they wish to hold a modicum of 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫. No amount of mimicry or 𝑙𝑒𝑒𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 off the strength of others will garner 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐞 respect. My advice to 𝔂𝐨𝐮, 𝑑𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑛𝑒𝑟, free for the taking.ᐟ ❞ Rounding the corner, the overlord continued onward to the kitchens situated just off the dining hall. Though guests were not typically allowed beyond, 𝒆𝒙𝒄𝒆𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 were permitted at the hotelier’s whim. Swinging double doors stood before them, porthole windows displaying merely a peek into the culinary equipment within. At its heart: a long, multileveled island lined with barstools for staff to take five. Crimson claws settled upon the door, a silent swing open to the interior coupled with a gracious bow. ❝ And we have arrived. 𝑷𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆, have a seat. 𝑂ℎ, and while I imagine 𝓘 require no introduction, I do believe I’ve yet to make 𝔂𝐨𝐮𝐫 acquaintance prior … .ᐣ ❞ ᅠ
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how they lived and how they died, pushing forth both their frigid nature and icy death in the alps. it had been their own fault, of course, but they refuse to acknowledge as much. after all, they'd been warned time and time again not to venture out -
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into the snowy landscape alone and yet they couldn't help themself. they hope their body is not found come spring to save themself the embarassment and 'I told you so's of their death. ] its a pleasure. [ they extend a hand outward for a shake, cold to the touch. ]
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