A testing ground for Demmy and the Deegans.

[donovan_deegan]

Yes, the man who just came out of the welcome bay was most certainly wearing a shockingly pink jacket. Under it, he had been wearing a black shirt, but now hit was over one arm to show off the odd looking tattoo over his whole chest. A Kelsheen mark. Never knew when it would be useful. He had his axe in one hand. He was ready to shred, if he could find someone to jam with.

Yeah, the man had just been kidnapped. He looked remarkably calm about it, in fact, he seemed almost cheerful. He found a seat after a bit, pulled his axe into his lap, and then started playing, watching people to see who might come near, and figuring out who he could ask for more information than the projection had given him.

Question number one being.... where was Miranda?

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[donovan_deegan]

"Not allowed friends?" Oh this was bringing back some very unpleasant memories. And some more recent ones that could have ended as badly for his son as it had for so many other seers. No, he'd saved his ex-girlfriend from such a group, and in doing so unwittingly almost got his son killed. This time he would save a stranger, and ensure that that didn't come back to hurt anyone...

His face was settled into a grim mask as he shook his head. "I am afraid I do not understand what kind of boss would require such a thing," he liked skillfully. He knew exactly what sort of monster he was dealing with. And if he met this so-called 'superior' he'd care his initials into more than his or her clothes....

[melodiouspacifist]

"No. Something about connections helping with replacing my heart, and that's a bad thing according to him." It would have made him further unsuitable for the Superior's plan.

"He's just..." He waved his hand. "Not nice." He seemed to by trying to sidestep the issue without too much detail, but it was bothering him so much that any pressure kept getting him talking.

[donovan_deegan]

"And if he's, as you put it, not nice... why exactly can't you quit and get a job you're better suited for?"

[melodiouspacifist]

"It's not a job you can quit. If I walked out, I'd be a traitor and traitors are eliminated." He answered as this was a normal condition of work. He was back and forth on whether or not things bothered him or not. It was confusing to him.

[donovan_deegan]

"That's not called a job working for a boss," he said, gently, "That's called being a slave. Or, I suppose, a contract with a Demon. Didn't sell your soul to one, did you?"

[melodiouspacifist]

"No I still have my soul, I think." Demyx mused, although he wasn't too sure about that.

"I don't know about that but..." He sighed a little bit. "It's how it is."

[donovan_deegan]

"Then what you need is a safe way to get out of that job. What you need, really, is a hero. And you're in luck."

[melodiouspacifist]

He just laughed at that.

"Maybe, but I don't think heroes come for the bad guys."

[donovan_deegan]

"Coming for the bad guys, one way or another, is exactly what heroes do."

[melodiouspacifist]

"You know what I meant." Demyx waved his hand a little bit. "I'm..not a very good person." He knew that too, just what he'd been willing to give up to get his heart back.

"So, you don't have to worry about this."

[donovan_deegan]

"How many stories do you know, kid? How many tales of great heroes?"

[melodiouspacifist]

"Uh, a few I think? I'm not sure. They all come in, destroy the bad guy and save the world." Demyx said, nodding enthusiastically.

[donovan_deegan]

"As an over arcing story, yes. Generally. But what about the specifics. What drove them to be a hero?"

[melodiouspacifist]

"I don't know, they're good people I guess." He didn't sound sure about that.

"I'm not the hero type."

[donovan_deegan]

"In the best stories, generally the hero wasn't good all the way through their lives, some started good, fell, and got up again. Others started on one side and ended up on the other. Villains can be the same way as well." He seemed to consider, even though he already knew what he wanted to say. "Tell you what... Usually I make a fair amount of money to tell a story to a crowd. Treat me to lunch and we'll call that my fee, I'll share one of my favorite hero stories with you."

[melodiouspacifist]

The mere idea that he could be the hero would make anyone laugh. Demyx just smiled, amused by that. "That's really not me."

He blinked and tilted his head. "Uh huh, sure. Okay." Lunch wouldn't do any harm.

[donovan_deegan]

"Great." He stretched a bit. "Lead on, and I'll prepare for the tale." Really it was down to Jacob's story, or Dex's. Jacobs was closer to his heart, of course, but Dex seemed like he might fit this boy better. Actually, Dex might fit him too well, and make him suspicious. So his first choice, Jacob, it would be. Ilk tak tilk this would be a tricky one....

[melodiouspacifist]

He'd be surprised how oblivious Demyx could be. He found a local restaurant. It wasn't particularly fancy, serving diner fare, but he had enough munny for it, or whatever the currency was supposed to be called.

"Um, you can get whatever you want. I don't know what I want."

[donovan_deegan]

"In life, or for lunch?" he asked, sliding into a booth, careful of his axe.

[melodiouspacifist]

"Lunch. Maybe a burger, that sounds pretty good, I think."

[donovan_deegan]

"Alright, two burgers then. How are the smoothies around here? Nice and smooth, or no great shakes?" Grin.

[melodiouspacifist]

Apparently there were many puns in his future. Demyx smiled and shrugged. "I have no idea, I haven't really eaten here before. I don't eat that much, only when I feel like it."

[donovan_deegan]

"Alright, then why don't we each get a cookies and cream shake?" he suggested. A mixing of black and white, opposites adding to each other to make something wonderful and new that isn't whole unless both sides are present. A nice subtle touch to his story. Never let it be said that Donovan isn't a sneaky thing when he wants to be.

[melodiouspacifist]

"Okay, sure." He smiled. Demyx was pretty easy going. He ordered what he wanted, and made sure to add that he wanted cheese, because cheese was delicious.

Once he was done giving his order, he rested his chin on his gloved hand. Okay Donovan, he was ready to be wowed.

[donovan_deegan]

"Alright. The story starts with a normal enough family," yeah right "of a mother, a father, and three children. Now the one thing of note about the family, perhaps is that the mother's line was strongly gifted with magic, so she had a gift, as did her three sons. The father was gifted as well. He was gifted with a wife and three sons."

He leaned back against his seat.

"One day the family was attacked. A man who had once been in love with the mother had sent a necromancer to kill the father and the sons and steal an artifact of great power. But both the man and the necromancer forgot to account for one thing..."

"The mother, Miranda, she was one of the most gifted magi in all the worlds. All the power the man had granted to his necromancer was nothing before Miranda's might." Spark would be pleased with that. "The Necromancer was able to curse the middle son before Miranda showed up and fought her. The battle was terrible, the three sons could only watch, wondering if their mother would survive." He spoke softly, voice falling and rising with the story. A practiced bard. Not just practiced, he was one of the best bards in his universe, and for good reason. Storytelling was only one of his gifts, and he was VERY very good at it.

And he was watching his audience, to gauge reactions.