W2: Belial

[snowmods]

LATE AT NIGHT...

You wake with a start in the dead of the night.

Wherever you were sleeping and whatever you were wrapped up in, you are chilled to the bone. It's colder, somehow, than when you were outside in the snow. Deathly cold. As you start to take in your surroundings, you catch sight of a pair of glowing red eyes.

A figure seems to materialize around them, holding a plate of cookies and a glass of milk. It offers them both to you, then speaks in a gravelly voice.

ỵ̶͙̬̮͒̊̆̋̂͜ͅO̴̬͔̭̪͇̝͆̂̐̉̈u̵̘̩̝̻̮̻̘̯̟͌̌̅̆ ̸̭̤̥͕̳̻͂́̀͗̽́̈́̚͜ͅͅm̷͓̖̘̾͗̂̍̔̀̽͛U̴͚̝̠̘̎̓̔͘s̸̢̞͕̣̫̫̮̈́͊̉T̵̬̠̜͖͍̾͜͜ ̴̨̫̹͇͇͙̰̟̿̀K̵͖̪̯̥̬̣͇̬̊̍̄̃̒́͆i̴̭͗̄̈́L̷̝̮͎̹͙̽̃̿̒l̴͇̻̼̫̣̙͖̳̉̃̿̍̑

The figure stares directly at you, never once looking away, and holds up three clawed fingers. It seems to wait expectantly.

OOC NOTES

Congratulations, you've been selected as a killer!

You can use this post to ask questions of Krampus before formulating your murder plot. You are limited to three questions, so ask them wisely! Krampus will disappear directly after answering the third one, although if your character didn't realize that's what's happening, you're of course welcome to have them waste it.

In the event that your character would refuse to drink the cookies and milk, or would refuse to kill, please let us know in your mod DM. :)

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Comments

[raws]

[ Leaning against Krampus, he's quite cozy as he picks up the glass of milk, sipping from it as he considers his next question. ]

So, what is the purpose of all this pageantry?

[snowmods]

[Once he's both eaten the cookie and drank the milk, he'll feel better, as if he's managed to come in from the cold and warm himself by the fire. He feels stronger than he's felt since he arrived, too.

As for Krampus, he allows Belial to linger there in his space. Also now that I'm not out phonetagging in public I can say that Belial will feel firm, sleek muscle while he's pressed up against him. Krampus works out.]

S̸̙̙̼̉̽́̓e̶̪͓̜̹̣̱͔͗͛̚ͅň̷̯̗͗̏́̿̂͛͘͝d̶̯̫͚̖͚̩͍̙͓͍̭̄͆̑̇̏̋̾͑̈̉̉͝ ̴̡̡̻͕̬̗̱͓̺̖͙̦͈̥͌y̴̨̫̭̳͉̮̯̤̙̟̫͆̇̅o̶̧̧̪̠̪̞̩͖͓͔͚̩̥̹͆̃u̶̡̙͍̳͕̱̠͚̼̟͍̲͉̅͊̇̍͜͝ͅ ̵̝̓̄͒̇͂̐̇̉̾̿͠͝͝h̸̨̦̞̼̤̆̉̾́̄͝ö̶̧̨̥̝͇̩̠̺̹̱̻̳̤́̿̈́̈́̄̈́͋͂̿̃̔͌͐͘͘ͅḿ̶͈͆͊̄̑͌̄͋̋̈́̿̓̎̋͝ȇ̷̢̻̜͖̮͎̱̪͈͔̤̘͌̎̄̂͌͂́̅͠.̵̠̘̮̩͇̀̓̾̌̀̃̑̀̊͗̉͝

[He puts down a second finger. One finger remains.]

[raws]

[ That's interesting. But... going home without Lucilius? Is there even a point? ]

I see. You're such a generous soul. I should show my gratitude.

[ Being able to feel Krampus' body now, he presses his hands against his torso before trailing them up to his face(?), leaning up to press his mouth to Krampus'... snout? Mouth? ]

Now then, what's say you and I get to know each other a little better?

[snowmods]

[Whistles and updates the kiss counter.

Anyway, Krampus doesn't immediately seem to respond to the kiss. It's a good five seconds or so before he brings a hand up to very gently pat Belial's head.

His lips move against Belial's when he speaks.]

G̵͖͌e̸̍͒t̶͋͑ ̶̒͘o̵̎̈ǔ̸̀ṫ̵̕ ̸̄̈́o̵͒̃f̶̛̛ ̷̇̎m̵͗̊y̶͑̾ ̵́͐h̶̐̉ờ̵ȕ̶͌s̴̐̌e̵͒̑.̸͆̚

[He vanishes without the sound of bell-like laughter.]

[raws]

[ What a cheeky response, Belial has to laugh. ]

Such a tease... ❤️