Phoenix Kaelen/demon 'verse/ bar-de-barbar.
Sullen demon alert. Phoenix sits alone with a Bloody Mary, wondering how he's ever going to develop a liking for tomato juice, which is truly vile. And wondering how well his life is really all going lately. Fortunately he's well fed, so approaching him isn't terribly dangerous. As for the rest of the whole 'being good' malarkey, it's the killing that's giving him the most trouble.
Whilst it's nice not having to gather souls, or con people into just that - something of a welcome break actually. Not Killing is proving to be like.. well, like giving up cigarettes, or drying out from alcahol addiction. Or heroin. He's wondering if there's a substitute therapy for brutal murder, like methadone, or... nicotine patches. It all feels so satisfying, you see.
Phoenix might be twitchy, but he'd probably welcome the distraction.
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[[ooc warning: He might also be a rude little gobshite and use foul language though, for which the mun apologises in advance. Permission to put him in his place with violence (or whatever means your muse would employ) is granted]]
Whilst it's nice not having to gather souls, or con people into just that - something of a welcome break actually. Not Killing is proving to be like.. well, like giving up cigarettes, or drying out from alcahol addiction. Or heroin. He's wondering if there's a substitute therapy for brutal murder, like methadone, or... nicotine patches. It all feels so satisfying, you see.
Phoenix might be twitchy, but he'd probably welcome the distraction.
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[[ooc warning: He might also be a rude little gobshite and use foul language though, for which the mun apologises in advance. Permission to put him in his place with violence (or whatever means your muse would employ) is granted]]