The Man-Eating Coffee Demon Welcomes You [In Progress]

[unelemental]

Characters: Iodine [ unelemental ] and OPEN
Location: The Coffee Shop, Deck 8.
Date: RIGHT NAO.
Rating: PG-13 for Iodine's ridiculously dirty mouths. And yes, that is intentionally plural.

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[failingmercury]

Mercutio had taken to wandering about the ship, and found it much to his liking. It was quieter and cooler than Verona Beach and while the people were nigh incomprehensible, they seemed friendly enough.

Mercutio cocked his head, seeing the coffee bar. Coffee? What manner of refreshment was this? Slowly he approached and ducked his head inside.

"Am I alone?" he said a bit louder than necessary, trying to discern if the dim shop was occupied or not.

[unelemental]

"Cha, hardly." The demon's rough, fiery voice bit through the air, intimidating in its growl despite no effort on his part to make it such.

Propping one leather-clad elbow on the countertop, he flashed a sly, fang-riddled grin in Mercutio's general direction, black eyes dancing with glee. Malice was absent from his pale visage, and yet everything about him radiated an aura that was considerably less than pleasant.

"'Sa 'bout time someone came 'round. Wanna summat to drink, eh? Whass yer name?"

[failingmercury]

There was a voice, and so Mercutio stepped into the shop. The voice was deep and and seemed to be full of good humour, and both of these things intrigued Mercutio as much as the delicious smell. What was this 'coffee' business?

"Hail, good sir, I am Mercutio, and I-" Mercutio's voice cut out as if he'd been struck in the threat. His eyes widened and his hand went to the crucifix that hang down his chest.

A fairy.

A demon.

"S-sorcery!" he stammered, scrambling backwards, tripping backwards over a chair and continuing his backwards flight towards the door. "I rebukest thee, b-base creature!"

<-- insert not-yet-made roflmao icon here.

[unelemental]

There was a pause, an idle blinking of dark eyes. Iodine frowned ever-so-slightly, tilting his chin up and head back -- before bursting into loud, raucous laughter, tongue lolling out in the midst of his cackling so that its eye could swivel about and settle on this amusing newcomer.

"Pshaa, that shit won't do nothin' for ya! Yer a riot, really... I ain't got none of that "sorcery" crap! Whaddya waitin' for, have some damn coffee! I won' bite."

With that closing comment, Iodine stretched his bulky arms back behind his head, scratching at his scalp amongst the sleek violet strands that covered it. The monstrous, wildly-grinning maw embedded in his chest took this chance to yawn copiously, baring nothing but three-inch canines to assure Mercutio that indeed, Iodine wouldn't bite him. Oh yes. He was just that skilled at driving the point home, wasn't he.