10-26-2018, 02:24 AM
An exorcist would have a hayday visiting the damned shores of the Typhoon, various entities spawned straight from the fiery bowels of Hell finding happy homes on the island. To Beck, the most notorious was the one by the name of Luca, who wore his role as a demon practically on his sleeves -- metaphorically. Ironic considering his name meant "bringer of light", if he remembered correctly. Perhaps he did bring a glowing light to the lives of those he befriended and touched, but Beck was only an observer, not a sympathizer. Yet the poltergeist was not oblivious to how closely Luca and Junji appeared to be, trailing each other around like sick mutts. It came as no surprise when the latter's stomach swelled with developing embryos, although it did cause the boy to question everything those late night nature documentaries had taught him.
Now he watched as Luca hunched over in assumed thought, people with nothing better to do flock around the demon as if he were a sideshow attraction performing an impressive act of brooding. Beck squinted at the crowd, struggling to discern what exactly all the hubbub was about. A glimpse of two rosy pillars sprouted from his skull caused him to reel back in slight bewilderment before perking his ears to eavesdrop on the similarly puzzled crowd. Horns? That would fit with a demon motif, he supposed. Yet the next snippet pinched him by the cheek and dragged him over for a closer look; the added knowledge of the horns' sucrose composition inclined him to lick his teeth in gluttonous interest. He loved the taste of sugar even if he couldn't actually digest it and was forced to spit the remnants out -- following CCLIV's example in a much more shameless fashion, the poltergeist inched himself closer, choking back a giggle and a tease about how Luca had been transformed into a living playground and instead wordlessly eyeing up the crystalline structures with a devious haze settled over his stare. Without warning, his clammy tongue in all its scarred and bloodless glory launched from his disfigured maw towards the sugary target closest to him, aiming to give Luca's horns a sloppy lick before his cartoonishly stretched tongue retracted back into his mouth. "Why d'ya-a taste like str-raw -- strawberries, Lu-uca?" was all Beck had to offer rather than an apology, wiping his nose on the back of a bandaged paw.
[align=center]»――➤Now he watched as Luca hunched over in assumed thought, people with nothing better to do flock around the demon as if he were a sideshow attraction performing an impressive act of brooding. Beck squinted at the crowd, struggling to discern what exactly all the hubbub was about. A glimpse of two rosy pillars sprouted from his skull caused him to reel back in slight bewilderment before perking his ears to eavesdrop on the similarly puzzled crowd. Horns? That would fit with a demon motif, he supposed. Yet the next snippet pinched him by the cheek and dragged him over for a closer look; the added knowledge of the horns' sucrose composition inclined him to lick his teeth in gluttonous interest. He loved the taste of sugar even if he couldn't actually digest it and was forced to spit the remnants out -- following CCLIV's example in a much more shameless fashion, the poltergeist inched himself closer, choking back a giggle and a tease about how Luca had been transformed into a living playground and instead wordlessly eyeing up the crystalline structures with a devious haze settled over his stare. Without warning, his clammy tongue in all its scarred and bloodless glory launched from his disfigured maw towards the sugary target closest to him, aiming to give Luca's horns a sloppy lick before his cartoonishly stretched tongue retracted back into his mouth. "Why d'ya-a taste like str-raw -- strawberries, Lu-uca?" was all Beck had to offer rather than an apology, wiping his nose on the back of a bandaged paw.