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Any feedback on how I play the Demon King Ororon should go here - suggestions, complaints, concrit, whatever. Anonymous posting is enabled, IP logging is off, and I won't be screening comments.

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Character Name: Ororon Gem Farrell
Series: The Demon Ororon
Player Name: Traci
Player LJ: incoherants
Messenger: in scheiben
E-mail: disabledcomplex ( Read more... )

[ For a long moment, there's naught but a steady drip, drip in sight. He's making a magic circle - blood magic. The view pans out a little to show the nearest symbols - he must have used a lot of blood for this, it's surrounding an entire house. The view moves again and it shows the devil's face wearing a grin - then there's a fluid switch to an ( Read more... )

[ A crackle of static, and footsteps. ]

... Tch.

[ He sounds displeased, if nothing else. However, as an improvement from his last arrival, he doesn't sound dying. ]

I tire of this game, Nuadoria.

Though I must wonder how many faces I will recognise.

[ooc: 8') He's baaaack. For the record, I'll be replying to this post later on, I'm going to ( Read more... )

I seem to have unfortunately reneged on some promises I have made. My deepest apologies - I have been so utterly enthralled with the state of things that I've only just regained my senses now that things are so sunny and clear ( Read more... )

I suppose then, this is what this place deems normal.

What little there is of interest...

[ A murmur and the crackle of flame, though it's short lived. ]

I tire of our game, mouse.

On a far more amiable subject-

How do the fair citizens of Nuadoria fare? Healthy? Not-exploded? Well enough now that the spiral into insanity has ceased?

So.

[ He's pacing - it's audible enough, though his voice still sounds amused. ]

You like to play games.

Here's the funny thing.

[ There's pause for a chuckle. There might be some insanity here. ]

Living in Hell is so very boring that I like them too.

Let's play a game, you and me.

[ A snarl. ]

I can promise it'll be a good time.

[ And ( Read more... )

[ For some time, there's little but a scraping sound of movement and heavy breathing. Afterward though, a hoarse voice begins to mutter. ]

Oscar. Don't hide from me, you coward. I can't sense you behind your barriers... You would still hide from me, so close to victory whilst dear brother is blind and vulnerable?

Asshole.

[ A bitter laugh. That ( Read more... )