Reficul
Chapter 1: Just A Passing Demon on a Stroll
"This is a regular menagerie of oddities..."
A white haired female, standing away at a distance from where most of the others were gathered, commented idly to herself. She watched the people - and people was a relative term, it seemed, to the others who still looked bemused to be interacting with walking, talking woodland animals and such - with a blank red gaze, her expression almost perpetually set in boredom. When a man clad only in a towel had started shouting around and clashing with a few others in the room, the only change in her expression was a minute raising of one slender eyebrow.
"Then again, I have seen a lot of oddities in my travels, should I actually call them such?" She asked herself.
Reficul was at a bit of a loss in this strange room, where a man had gone and appeared just to tell them they would be playing 'basketball'. She was also, perhaps, a little unsettled that she couldn't just force her way out of this dimension as easily as a knife through hot butter, only with savage force if she had to leave in a hurry.
Strange. Her wings were still safely attached to her back, but it looked like she couldn't manipulate them to change at will or form shadow tentacles with them. The only thing remaining intact was the large morning star, the large spiked ball securely fastened to the long and shining chain on one end. Reficul held it with one hand, wrapping the chain around her arm so she could easily unwrap it and use it if she had to.
"Ah, well. I will find something to do, for now."
She looked at the others again, before moving over to what had earlier been just a useless door stuck to a wall. The Devil wasn't one to stress over things, she usually left that part to her ever-loyal and overstressed assistant (and lover) Lzet. The fly demon was probably tiredly slogging his way through the mountains of paperwork his boss levied on him. When Reficul had become the Devil of her world, she certainly wasn't going to stick around and do such boring work. Besides, it wasn't like Reficul hadn't seen her fair share of strange things on her travels. She had traveled a lot of worlds, though she usually stuck to strolling around her comrade Satanick's and their poor hapless victim Ivlis' worlds. Occasionally, she would visit Kcalb and Etihw, the ever so endearing Devil and God couple in the Gray Garden. It had always been entertaining to watch her fellow Devil turn beet red at his God's smooth words and moves, Etihw even shamelessly draping herself across his lap while the the two were entertaining Reficul to a cup of tea.
Opening the now functional door - whoever power was in this place now saw fit to let them wander - Reficul meandered over to what looked like a music room.
"Oh? Isn't that demon from that airhead's world?"
Reficul blinked at seeing a familiar - or somewhat familiar - face also heading towards the music room. She couldn't place a name to that face, but she was pretty sure he had gotten
intimately familiar with her shadow appendages and wings a while ago. The Devil shrugged at the thought, this boy could just be someone she had passed by in Ivlis' world, completely someone else. She didn't really care to remember the names of Ivlis' underlings.
@Verite @Sen @Anyone else near the Music Room
