06-15-2018, 12:41 AM
Ironically, Ramsay would be the one person in the area most likely to not give a fuck about Nos's unfortunate past deeds. Doubly ironic - without nullifying the irony! - he was still the person here most likely to deal the bread-wielding demon a non-surgical amputation for no logical reason. For the moment, however, he remained oblivious to the other creeping up on him. He was far too busy trying to understand this strange new information about nutrition, especially when the only knowledge base he had came from someone else's brain. He did feel a looming sense of... something, but he just assumed that was the human body deciding to sneeze or some other unpleasant fleshbag activity.
At the corner of his eye, he noticed movement, and curiously looked up to see a strange human wielding what looked like a long squishy turd and small sheet of metal. It took him half a second to recognize the other for a demon, rather than simply a weird human doing strange human things, as he honestly hadn't expected meeting another of his kind so soon after repossessing a body. Especially a demon that seemed intent on hating him.
His lips curled into a toothy, wide smile as he locked gazes with Nos, throwing the boxes back onto the shelf. "I'm flattered you remember our little dance, among all the horrible memories that must be rotting in your soul," he stated, quite truthful. That dimension had quite a lot of mayhem - perhaps that's why he'd been drawn to the place to possess one of them - and he was surprised he ran into one of the ones he'd tortured the worst on his first day in this new one. He glanced at the bread for a moment, wondering if this was supposed to be some kind of secret weapon he didn't know about. It looked quite ineffective and silly for a weapon, much more suitable as a peace offering. Perhaps a gift?
Taking a step forward, brazen as always, he remarked, a mix of condescending and playful in his tone, "We're the same. You know I'm just here to have fun, whatever I decide that is." Right now, he still didn't know what he'd end up doing. For right now, he was just hungry, and curious about Nos's presence. Still, it was amusing to see Nosferatu strike a defensive position; he had no intention of disillusion the other demon of his non-aggressive plans, at least until he no longer found it amusing.
At the corner of his eye, he noticed movement, and curiously looked up to see a strange human wielding what looked like a long squishy turd and small sheet of metal. It took him half a second to recognize the other for a demon, rather than simply a weird human doing strange human things, as he honestly hadn't expected meeting another of his kind so soon after repossessing a body. Especially a demon that seemed intent on hating him.
His lips curled into a toothy, wide smile as he locked gazes with Nos, throwing the boxes back onto the shelf. "I'm flattered you remember our little dance, among all the horrible memories that must be rotting in your soul," he stated, quite truthful. That dimension had quite a lot of mayhem - perhaps that's why he'd been drawn to the place to possess one of them - and he was surprised he ran into one of the ones he'd tortured the worst on his first day in this new one. He glanced at the bread for a moment, wondering if this was supposed to be some kind of secret weapon he didn't know about. It looked quite ineffective and silly for a weapon, much more suitable as a peace offering. Perhaps a gift?
Taking a step forward, brazen as always, he remarked, a mix of condescending and playful in his tone, "We're the same. You know I'm just here to have fun, whatever I decide that is." Right now, he still didn't know what he'd end up doing. For right now, he was just hungry, and curious about Nos's presence. Still, it was amusing to see Nosferatu strike a defensive position; he had no intention of disillusion the other demon of his non-aggressive plans, at least until he no longer found it amusing.