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[literallyrotten]

Darren Nichols, in a fit of nostalgia, has ordered shepherd's pie and orange juice for supper instead of something proper and yes, he's aware this is impossibly plebeian but having had the week he's had he's fucking earned it.

Okay?

(Besides. It's comfort food.)

[ooc: broken link in the Sheogorath thread should lead here.]

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[bitter_mercy]

Not far away, not far away at all, someone is watching. This someone has red hair and a hint of a beard, and is dressed like a Victorian banker.

He knows EXACTLY who he's looking at.

[literallyrotten]

Darren arches an eyebrow.

"How can I help you?"

[bitter_mercy]

Wrong question, Darren.

Wrong, wrong, wrong question.

The daM doG grins pleasantly. His eyes are startling. Brown, but... glittery. There may be something faintly unsettling about his presence. It's difficult to pin down. It feels... half like fear, and half like inspiration.

He twirls his cane. "I'm so glad you've taken on that attitude early on. Normally I have to beg and threaten and cajole before they come 'round to seeing things my way. Well, little mortal, as it happens, I have a job for you."

He gets up and saunters over, every inch a gentleman, and yet... that vibe he gives off. It's an energy. It's both troubling and... not. To Darren, who would belong to Sheogorath in his world, it may feel like possibility. He is creative insanity as well as the voice of the jabbering lunatics

[literallyrotten]

"...and why should I?"

Darren is not sure if he's impressed. Sheogorath feels... like nothing else, but.

But this is strange.

[bitter_mercy]

"Because if you do, I'll make the other big bad immortal go away."

Grin.

[literallyrotten]

Darren is up and out of his seat in a split second.

He heads right out the door.

And returns, triumphant.

[bitter_mercy]

"You," he beams, "have done me a world of service." Pun intended, whether Darren gets it or not. "Quick on your feet. If only all my dears were so fast with their favors. Tell me all about it."

He leans over his cane, fixing Darren with those eyes as he takes the popcorn.

[literallyrotten]

"Well, apparently I landed at the door of some kind of health nut."

The popcorn is Smart Food. This means, cheese instead of butter. It sounds weird, but it's hopefully good.

He offers the bag to Sheogorath.

"Would you mind answering my questions first?"

[bitter_mercy]

"I'm feeling generous. Go on."

The popcorn disappears.

It's a god thing.

"Health nut, indeed?"

[literallyrotten]

"The popcorn."

Apparently, it's better for you?

"Who are you? Why do you think you can help me?"

[bitter_mercy]

He opens his arms, palms up, and his cane balances where he leaves it. His voice echoes impressively, resounding, booming, and yet his voice is benevolent, soothing, seductive.

"I am Sheogorath. When the divine spark of the creator, Lorkhan, left the world, I became. I am the Sithis-shaped hole. I am Madness. Some call me the daM doG for fear of speaking my name. My fifteen brothers and sisters and I are the Daedric Princes. Where the Aedra are the form of reality, we are its spirit."

[literallyrotten]

"And you can keep me safe from Satan?"

Really?

If not, it was just popcorn.

"Why do you want to? You don't know me."

[bitter_mercy]

"Yes. I do."

The booming voice thing fades. "We'll say you have attracted my attention and leave it at that."

[literallyrotten]

"Thank you."

No, no, really.

[bitter_mercy]

He leans against the cane, looking calmly at his fingernails. "Mortals. So easy to please. And yet... so complicated. You'll do fine, I think. A word of caution. Don't sell your soul unless you mean it."

[literallyrotten]

"I did mean it. At the time."

Obviously.

"Things just changed."