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don't you think there must be a reason--
i. the swamplands
[ here is the thing: Leviathan isn't used to to having the wool pulled over his eyes. he isn't used to being the one that isn't in control, isn't the one that has all the cards, all the power. so when he wakes up in a muggy, warm as all fucking hell swamp in southern Florida instead of his delightful icy palace in Dis, the creature is fucking furious. this has Lucifer written all over it and that means-- well that means that there is nothing that he can do actually except fucking deal with it.
which means that, if you happen to be outside, you are going to hear a lot of exceptionally vicious growling noises coming from the swamp area, as well as some noises of destruction (sorry about the trees, Hyunki, only not really). there are also fissions of ice that crackle across the surface of the swamp, steam coming off them and they are clearly not natural.
neither is the coiled sea serpent monster thing in the swamp but you can totally overlook that, right? right.
Leviathan's temper tantrum lasts for less than an hour though, if only because he refuses to give anyone that might be watching the satisfaction of that emotional outburst. so, if you happen to have edged towards the swamp at the noise and chaos, you will be surprised to see an immaculately dressed Creature of the Abyss wandering out of the darkness and making his way to the house.
clearly this is where he was supposed to be going. or something.]
ii. swamp house
[ he is stuck here.
or you are all stuck with him, maybe that is a better way to look at it.
someone (an asshole) has decided that Leviathan needs a fucking timeout because apparently plotting and carrying out the murder of a fellow Cardinal is something like treason and honestly, why is anyone even surprised at this point? he is a demon. the demon actually. he is composed of envy and pride and at what point was rule following in either of those?
they weren't.
but still, he is Pit-born and therefore easily bound to places and forms.
and this house (or this swamp at least) seems to be where he has been bound to, and he is not able to sink into his usual monstrous form of the Creature. that latter one-- well it doesn't bother him as much as he is sure that Luci thinks it does but whatever. he isn't gonna tell her that.
in the few days that Levi has been around, he has claimed himself a familiar looking couch (Rook's, the Creature can smell him on it), and has put far too many holes in the wall thanks to a combination of opalescent daggers and his claws.]
Ya might not wanna stand there, doll face. Yer right infant of my makeshift target.
[ which is, if you should turn around to look, an ancient looking piece of papyrus that contains the original transcript of the Book of Revelations.
don't give him that look.]
iii. wildcard it
[ stumble across the lanky bastard anywhere. ask him to taste your tea. share a book with him. stab him with a fork. taunt him about something. but be aware, he will go for the throat literally. ]
ii.
Oh, oops, did I get in your way? [ Ten quickly scoots off to the side, glancing over his shoulder at the document that seems to be the target of his companion's destructive impulses. He sort of instinctively gathers his arms and tentacles around himself like he's trying to keep his proverbial skirts out of the mud. ] Sorry!
What're you doing? Target practice?
[ That much seems obvious, but the target does seem kind of interesting. As does the projectile selection. And the person doing the throwing. ]
Is it fun?
[ More importantly, Ten, do you realize you just asked a ton of questions? ]
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except it might take him a little by surprise. well that and the fact that you seem sincere as far as he can tell (he is the best of liars so he should know when one is lying). and you have multiple appendages. and you kinda smell like the sea and oh wow that is something he missed dearly, he was going to have to go find saltwater sometime soon yes--
after he blinks a few times and tries to parse why the fuck you are talking to him. he does not make a very welcoming sight, he knows this.]
Uh, more like tryin' to work out aggression in a way that doesn't end with me gettin' my ass kicked.
[ look, he knows his strengths, and he knows he would not win that fight.
the second (third? fourth? fuck thats a lot of questions) makes him pause though. is it fun?]
Honestly? Not really. But it's better than lightin' shit on fire at this point I think. Here, [ he holds out a dagger, hilt first.] Wanna give it a go?
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That might be Ten.
He smiles like a little sunbeam and gives the papyrus a look of appraisal. ] It seems like a good way!
Though if I were the wall, I might complain a little, [ he notes.
Scooting on over to Levi, he looks at the dagger, examining it from one angle and then another. ] I've never done this before. You hold the blade when you throw, right?
[ He takes hold of it.
Honestly, it looks really weird in his hands. He's a lover, not a fighter! ] If you'd asked me not that long ago, I would've said anything was better than lighting things on fire. [ He sticks out his tongue, briefly showing off some jewelry there. ] It doesn't bug me so much anymore.
Oh, are you from the ocean? [ His head cocks to the side. ] I feel like you are.
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Leviathan is just a little baffled, even as he hands over one of the daggers and hums while Ten tries to figure out how to throw it. ]
Mmm yeah. With these that's how ya throw em. But there are others that are thrown differently.
[ sitting up a bit, Levi moves to fix the grip that Ten has on the blade, humming as he does eyes catching on the glint of silver. the Creature can taste the spells there, woven into the metal. much like a great deal of this house, it is an interesting mix of magics and Levi, while annoyed about being here, is a little bit intrigued.]
Not a fan of fire, huh? Fair comin' from the ocean I guess. [ is that a small smile on his face? maybe it is MAYBE IT IS. ] What are ya doing in a swamp huh?
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How many kinds of knives are there? I didn't even know you could throw them in multiple ways. Wow.
[ The more you know. He stands very still, obediently allowing his new companion to help him adjust his grip. ] Do I have it? [ he asks, holding it up when they're finished fiddling. ] And now I just let it fly, right?
[ He's about to do just that when his brows rise instead. ] How'd you know? You're right! Fire's sort of a tough one for me. [ He wrinkles up his nose. ] Why couldn't I have been a heat-resistant squid? I could've lived near steam vents or something.
[ Would've made a few things easier. A little. ] Myung brought me here! I wasn't doing too good out of water one day, so he brought me a tub and I came here! How about you? You're also far from the ocean!
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Hn, dunno. A lot. It's one of those things where people just keep makin' 'em. Not that I'm gonna say shit about it. Rather fond of em after all.
[ there are few things in the universe that Levi likes more than knives, and you have to get to level five before you unlock that secret.
in the mean time he will watch as Ten grips the knife and there is almost a fond looking smile on his face as the other tries to hold the knife. it is clear that he hasn't had any practical experience at all fighting. which is-- weird as fuck for Levi to comprehend but hey, whatever.]
Mmm, ya smell like the ocean, which is water duh. So, I mean 'm not too bad with fire myself but-- [ a shrug. he isn't your average ocean dweller. for one, when he is is in his sea serpent form, he takes up pretty much the entire Atlantic Ocean with his size so--] Mmm, the spell ya got there should be good, I can taste it from here so it's strong.
[ wait did you just-- ask him about himself and why he is here? what? Levi blinks a few times, clearly confused.] Uh... yeah. Bound here fer a while it seems. Pissed off the boss.
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You like knives? [ Well. Thinking about it, that seems pretty obvious. Silly question, Ten. ] Mostly for throwing or...
[ How does one begin this level up process? Does it involve throwing knives? Because Ten's about to do that, watch him. He has pretty good form and he's definitely not puny, so even if the knife doesn't go where he wants it to, it does still embed in the wall pretty firmly.
He wrinkles his nose and gives it a look. ] I feel like I just hurt the house. I'm sorry, house! [ he calls, hands cupped around his mouth. ]
Oh, yeah. That makes sense. [ Ten laughs, the kind of laugh that is clearly not laughing with you, but rather laughing at you, except he's laughing at himself. ] Duh! You're right though, my family's all better with water than fire. My godparents are okay with it though! Lava and stuff. [ "And stuff." ] Sage made it! It's good magic.
[ He hums, rocking back on his heels. ]
So you're on forced sabbatical, is that it? This isn't a bad place to do that! Though you might have more fun doing things besides putting holes in the walls.
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Throwing, carving, looking at. They are interestin' ya know? I like collecting em too. [ a hum when Ten throws the dagger, clearly impressed in some capacity because, well, it isn't easy to throw a knife despite what people seem to think. the Creature gives him a quirk of a smile.] Don't think the house can feel much, it's full of magic yeah but-- no life. Not in its bones at least.
[ death, yes. there are spectres and ghosts and things tied in this house that Leviathan can only begin go understand, but then again, it makes sense that he wasn't sent to just any old place. this place... this place is enough magic to hold the binding on him firm, even if he was to find a way to undo it himself.]
Mmm, yeah somethin' like that. Not sure what else 'm suppose t'do though, not like I have many other abilities than killin'.
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You must know a lot about them. I don't think I know much more than which ones you use to butter bread and which ones you use to cut meat. [ He's widely versed in the art of knives, as we all can see. ] You don't think it's alive? [ he asks, brows rising. ] Maybe not in the sense that you can communicate with it, but I think anything that holds as much life as all the people here bring to it has to have absorbed some of it for itself.
[ He takes a deep breath in, like he's demonstrating something. ] It just feels that way to me.
[ Humming, Ten taps his chin with his forefinger. ] Maybe it's a good time to cultivate some new skills. Maybe a hobby!
One that isn't sharp and pointy.
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Mmm not alive but-- yeah I guess it has a whole hell of a lot of memories. This place is-- well I've been around a great deal an' this house is made up of a lot more than most people would think. Might be the swamp it's on too though, not sure yet. [ he hasn't looked into it really. but he does look at Ten, more than a little impressed because-- well that sure as fuck isn't something that many would be able to feel. he is -- intrigued. to say the least.]
Hobby, huh? Never had one of those. So, what d'ya think a good one would be?
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But he's also not looking too fussed. ] I always wondered. I feel a lot of things from the swamp, like I feel from the ocean, but different. They're both really old, you can tell that just from being here for a little while. But they're also old in different ways, I think. And they get angry in different ways, too.
[ One day, Ten's going to figure out how his magic sense works. As of now, it's just vague impressions. ] Now that you're here, it'll have more memories! That's how it works.
[ He grins. ] There's lots of good ones! I started making a board game, but let's see. You like knives, maybe you could carve things! You can carve lots of stuff. Wood, that'd be one. And soap! People carve soap, apparently.