- Invitation Status
- Look for groups
- Posting Speed
- 1-3 posts per week
- One post per week
- Writing Levels
- Adept
- Advanced
- Adaptable
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Female
- Nonbinary
- Primarily Prefer Male
- Genres
- Fantasy
Magical
Horror
Romance
Modern (slice of life)
Scifi
Mystery
Noir
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Anthony sipped is coffee lazily, his head shifted down towards the table as if he was using the magic of a Ouija board. Yet there was the cafe' menu instead and he eyed it as if the words were foreign to him. And for a demon it was. Demonic peoples relied on old Latin and German languages. However it was a simple solution, all demons had the power to gain knowledge of a language by contact. But it was very suspicious in how they did so, they obtained knowledge of a language by lip to lip contact, seeing as that was the most important in how humans communicated. Nevertheless Anthony's family had been kissing plenty of people over the years. A black tuxedo over a dark blue shirt was his choice of clothing. It made him stand out to what his human form already did. This coffee shop had gotten him more stares and gossip started faster than a fire in a overly dry forest. Some human women even whistled as he walked in. He wasn't used to this passive contact, the whistling, he never got in Germany. Even on the ship passage here, he never got whistled at like he was a canine. Language that he never understood, he should have kissed one of the humans searching him.
"salve Tony, formose, Americae tempestas operor vos conueniant?" The familiar language flowed like water into Anthony's ears. The empty seat in front of him was taken by a skinny, blonde haired man. Tony knew him as Gino, or Giovanni his Capo. A tan tuxedo covered his shoulders, a white shirt underneath. Most people stared at the both of them, speaking a dead language and both in business suits, it was a sight to see. Tony's family was a family of over 3hundred demons. Some family by relation and some by respect. Tony's father was the master or leader of a Mafia family. Germany was overrun by werewolves when Tony's father fallen ill forcing them to leave and fluster to America. A few other Mafia families lived and controlled old time New York city. But the Corleone family, which Tony belonged too, was slowly running out the human families and the mythical alike out of town or crushing their existance. Tony was involved either way,
Tony gave a smile towards his friend, nodding his head in respect "hoc lingua humana est dolorem. Possem ire insanissimum. Habuit missionem pro me?" but his question went unanswered. Giovanni nodded and swiped the menu from Tony's side. Seeming to be looking for someone "Sed nunc relaxatis" his eyes scanning the menu as Tony let out a growl in protest but made no move to steal it back.
((salve Tony, formose, Americae tempestas operor vos conueniant?"(hello Tony, lovely america weather do you agree?)
hoc lingua humana est dolorem. Possem ire insanissimum. Habuit missionem pro me? (This human language is a pain, I might go insane. Have a mission for me?)
Sed nunc relaxatis (However now we relax.)
Anthony sipped is coffee lazily, his head shifted down towards the table as if he was using the magic of a Ouija board. Yet there was the cafe' menu instead and he eyed it as if the words were foreign to him. And for a demon it was. Demonic peoples relied on old Latin and German languages. However it was a simple solution, all demons had the power to gain knowledge of a language by contact. But it was very suspicious in how they did so, they obtained knowledge of a language by lip to lip contact, seeing as that was the most important in how humans communicated. Nevertheless Anthony's family had been kissing plenty of people over the years. A black tuxedo over a dark blue shirt was his choice of clothing. It made him stand out to what his human form already did. This coffee shop had gotten him more stares and gossip started faster than a fire in a overly dry forest. Some human women even whistled as he walked in. He wasn't used to this passive contact, the whistling, he never got in Germany. Even on the ship passage here, he never got whistled at like he was a canine. Language that he never understood, he should have kissed one of the humans searching him.
"salve Tony, formose, Americae tempestas operor vos conueniant?" The familiar language flowed like water into Anthony's ears. The empty seat in front of him was taken by a skinny, blonde haired man. Tony knew him as Gino, or Giovanni his Capo. A tan tuxedo covered his shoulders, a white shirt underneath. Most people stared at the both of them, speaking a dead language and both in business suits, it was a sight to see. Tony's family was a family of over 3hundred demons. Some family by relation and some by respect. Tony's father was the master or leader of a Mafia family. Germany was overrun by werewolves when Tony's father fallen ill forcing them to leave and fluster to America. A few other Mafia families lived and controlled old time New York city. But the Corleone family, which Tony belonged too, was slowly running out the human families and the mythical alike out of town or crushing their existance. Tony was involved either way,
Tony gave a smile towards his friend, nodding his head in respect "hoc lingua humana est dolorem. Possem ire insanissimum. Habuit missionem pro me?" but his question went unanswered. Giovanni nodded and swiped the menu from Tony's side. Seeming to be looking for someone "Sed nunc relaxatis" his eyes scanning the menu as Tony let out a growl in protest but made no move to steal it back.
((salve Tony, formose, Americae tempestas operor vos conueniant?"(hello Tony, lovely america weather do you agree?)
hoc lingua humana est dolorem. Possem ire insanissimum. Habuit missionem pro me? (This human language is a pain, I might go insane. Have a mission for me?)
Sed nunc relaxatis (However now we relax.)