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[neverpowerless]

There are a variety of people, in a variety of places, doing a variety of things. Specifics? Well, why not.

Alanna, after a few days spent locked alone in her room, is in the cafeteria, eating. Because spontaneously fasting for no real reason will make a person hungry, if you didn't know. She's tucked herself into a quiet corner and seems both

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[wheverlolawants]

Here Jacob, have a fellow Temeluchus who is very bored herself. Then again, it takes a special kind of chaos to make Lola not bored, but she hasn't been feeling much like leaving the complex herself for varying reasons.

Lazy demons are lazy?

At any rate, she was thinking of going out, maybe seeing if she could find Katie and have a little fun, but then she got distracted, because... She's easily distracted, and now she's walking through the sunroom and plopping down on a chair and giving Jacob a rather appraising look as if deciding whether or not he's worth hitting up for conversation.

"You know, most demon-run establishments keep humans around that you can actually play with. Just sayin'."

Lola has a very special way of beginning a conversation. Don't mind her.

[demoninyourbed]

Special, though, is something Jacob can handle. Usually. And when he can't, that's one of the places being a Temeluchus comes in handy. At least it usually distracts people long enough to get out of reach. But we're digressing, and demon special usually doesn't require that, anyway. It takes an especially bored demon to go after one of their own kind without reason, and Jacob doesn't think he's pissed anyone off enough lately to have a reason.

"I can't say I've been in a lot of demon-run places that wouldn't draw notice for that. But it'd definitely make this place a lot more fun." He grins, and shrugs. "Thinking of suggesting it to the hotshot around here?"

[wheverlolawants]

Lola twirls a lock of her hair around her finger and reclines on the chair in a way that no one ever intended that poor chair to be reclined on and somehow manages to look very comfortable in the process.

"Then you've never been to Vegas. Whole city's practically in demon hands." Well, that might be an exaggeration. A certain demon who shall remain nameless is working on it. "Plus you'd be surprised what you can get away with there. What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, because half the time you never get to leave, you know?"

Insert exceptionally wicked smirk here. Lola's awfully young to be this made of evil, but, well... There you go. Torture demons are scary things.

She pouts a little at his question. "I would, but I don't think he'd go for it. He doesn't like us causing problems in the complex, which is a pity, because I thought a torture room would be much more amusing than a training room." She makes a high-pitched 'hmph' noise rather like a snotty woman might make at someone who has just displeased them.

[demoninyourbed]

Young is relative for demons, anyway. The ones who aren't made of evil don't do so well, after all. Especially not in places crawling with angels, like Chicago.

Anyway, she happens to be talking to someone who enjoys made of evil.

"Sounds like a fun place. I haven't been to Vegas in, fuck, eighty... maybe ninety years? And I wasn't there for long then, so. There were a lot of demon areas around there then, too, but sometimes it's just more fun handpicking them yourself." Whether handpicking means people who'll be fun to break or people giving off so much material that they're impossible to pass up.... Well, it depends on the day.

He chuckles at her response. "Could always set one up ourselves. Of course, trying to do Unapproved Things around a Neqa'el could be dangerous, but I don't mind a little danger."

[wheverlolawants]

"It is, although it does get a bit boring when they all get lined up like that. It's like you're at a wine-tasting party." Except with... People. People who have no idea that they're the playthings of crazy mafia demons. "Shooting fish in a barrel's fun when you're a kid, but I like sport every now and then

[demoninyourbed]

But the action is the good part. Or so says Jacob, who hasn't got much room to criticize, considering he's well aware he's fairly average on the grand demonic scale of things -- capable of holding his own, but never going to make it to the big time. Which suits him just fine, but still.

"Exactly. The hunt is half the fun, after all. Well. Maybe less than half, but not by much."

The pouting is amusing, not that Jacob lets that show -- who knows what'll piss her off, and he's not in the habit of pissing off demons, especially if he's not sure how powerful they are. "There's always soundproofing. Still. Someone'd find out and ruin the fun. Or take over and make it all about violence." He makes a face -- rather childishly, not that he'd admit to that. Physical pain is boring.

[wheverlolawants]

Lola's always been the sort to hide behind bigger and badder demons, which is why she's so not about to jeopardize her standing here for anything, even if it means being bored and not having anyone to play with... Doesn't help that there are humans here and an angel, to boot, and they're off-limits. It's criminal!

"I haven't been hunting in so long," she says, a little bit overdramatically. It's sort of hard, if you think about it. A demon so much as looks at a human funny and suddenly there's an archangel with a battle-axe, or something like that.

"There's always some fuddy-duddy who'll do just that," she agrees, turning up her nose in disgust. "And who'd want to get physical anyway? You never get the blood out of your clothes."

[demoninyourbed]

Nothing wrong with overdramatics.... Well, at least on occasion. "It's getting harder by the day here," he agrees. "It's almost enough to make you want to leave."

Almost. But not quite. Everything seems to be happening here, after all.

He nods at the statement, adding, "And they never beg as much as when you go for the mind, anyway."

[wheverlolawants]

Lola agrees with the unspoken, more because that's been her exact mentality since she came here. Everything happens here somehow, and there was some good times to be had during the plague, after all. It was less of a hunt and more about tormenting those poor paranoid souls who thought they might be next to catch it. Hunts are a bit more fine-tuned than that, even for Lola. "I'm sure if I left, something fantastic would happen and I'd be sad that I missed it," she finally muses. "That's how things work."

She giggles viciously. "That's so very true. The human body can only take so much, but if you hit them where it hurts, you can drag it out forever. I do hate it when they break too easily."

Well she does, but that doesn't stop her from crushing the weak one by one, just for kicks and the fact that it doesn't take much effort, but every now and then, she does love a good, long torturefest that drags out for days.