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PLAYER INFORMATION
Your Name: remus
OOC Journal: witchinghours
Under 18? If yes, what is your age?: no; 23!
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CHARACTER INFORMATION
Name: Loriel | Lor
Canon: Original
Original or Alternate Universe: N/A
Canon Point: Before Lucifer’s War.
Number: please randomize; I’ve no preference ;__;

Setting: Kidnapped with permission from both Dai and the mods from Bells’s app here:

The typical atmosphere of the world is a mix of modern versus early 19th century with a little steampunk thrown in to confuse its inhabitants. For example, things like refrigerators exist, but cars do not. Electricity is a very odd commodity in that, while it does exist, the majority of people still use candles and gas lamps for illumination. There are several mix and match elements in this universe; television is an unheard of device (as well as computers, the internet, and cell phones), so information is passed along via newspapers, books, and word of mouth. However, weapons such as guns are generally known, but it's rare a person (human) would have one in their possession.

In general context, though, Bells' world is literally Hell. It's the ugly part of the afterlife, adjacent to its counterpart, Heaven, and the natural world of Tophet, where humans live. Imagine a spiral staircase: they're interconnected by the steps between each landing; Tophet in the middle, and Heaven and Hell at the very top and bottom respectively. Only those with explicit permission may travel the boundaries between each individual location, but the hierarchy of Heaven and Hell are different in comparison to Tophet.

While the human world is a fixed plane, Hell (as well as Heaven) is divided into a total of nine levels where the first is shared with Heaven; it's the purgatory of the afterlife. Each level, or Circle, is inclined toward a specific sin. The damned souls are processed through purgatory and "placed" in the correct Circle with others who have committed similar crimes before death. These Circles, unlike the planes between, can be easily navigated through without much problem and are separated by what the locals call the Divide. The Circles are as follows: (2nd) Lust, (3rd) Gluttony, (4th) Avarice and Prodigality, (5th) Wrath and Sullenness, (6th) Heresy, (7th) Violence, (8th) Fraud. The ninth (and lowest) Circle is where Lucifer resides and houses only the most tortured. Each Circle is governed by a ruler, generally one of the original Fallen or the most powerful of demons that can be trusted with such a position, and they are backed by creatures called cahri. Their origin is unknown, and very few actually witness them in action aside from the rulers themselves.

This is the basic, accepted knowledge of Hell. Along with this, it is generally known that humans, though they make up the majority of the population, are not highly regarded. The hierarchy looks something like this: Lucifer > Circle rulers/cahri > Fallen > Demons > Half-breeds > Humans. And while most demons and half-breeds also have something similar to a human form, they are not the souls of the dead. Thus, they're regarded far more highly than humans. However, the human souls that do not take on a more corporeal body can be found in almost everything else: the food and drink, and most especially, the drugs. Bells, specifically, is more familiar with this use, and as he is housed between the border of the Fifth and Sixth Circles, in the slums, there's a particularly high market for that there.

As a note, there is not sunlight in Hell. It's mostly a colorless, slightly sulfuric wasteland. It's drab, relatively lifeless with hardly any vegetation at all, and the monotony alone could cause anyone to go insane. But despite the general lifeless nature of the Hell, many Circle rulers and Fallen tend to throw elaborate, festive parties a lot more than is necessary. It's usually on an invite-only basis though.

Also to be noted: the wardrobe style of Hell fluctuates between something like this or this depending on the person.

History:

Before he was in Hell, Loriel lived in the human realm. He had a wife and a son, and lost them both to an unforgiving father. Before that, though, he was angel, and that is where his history begins.

Lor followed in the footsteps of most of his brothers and sisters: unwavering loyalty to their father, belief in his justice and punishments, and believing him to be the only right and true way. He would shake his head at those who Fell and scoffed in derision, believing himself to be too “good” to ever succumb to any sort of temptations. And for around 200 years, he was. He was flawless and brilliant, never questioning and always loyal, waiting for his new orders, whenever they came in.

There was one way in which he was different from the other angels: while some were warriors (Caim), and others were couriers (Bells), others had innate gifts that could be utilized for the protection of their fellows. Some angels were gifted with precognition, others with element-based powers. Lor, with control over matter, was funneled into a healing position. It gave him a sort of ego boost, to be able to “fix” his injured siblings and put them back in the perfect state in which their father created them. From time to time, there were battles and clashes against the demons that managed to slip out of Hell and into the human realm, and so he would be sent down to assist the wounded.

It was during one of these trips that he saw the damage their battles wreaked on the human’s homes, how some of them were left injured and dying. When he tried to help them, he was reprimanded, and so a small seed of discontent was sown in his heart. He began to slip away when he wasn’t needed to the humans’ hospitals so that he could heal people in secret. It was dangerous, unsure of what his punishment would be, but Loriel hadn’t cared.

Around the beginning of his fourth century of life was when he made his most fateful secret trip, this time to Tophet. Another battle had broken out, and there had been collateral damage - human lives were lost, still more injured. Once he and the surviving angels had returned to Heaven and made their report, he snuck back down to Tophet to see if he could be of any help. While there, he found a woman crying over a corpse, and found himself unable to leave her alone. Her name was Lauren, and she had just unwillingly come into the inheritance of her father’s bakery. He healed her physical wounds before taking off for Heaven, shaken by her grief and unable to get her out of his head.

It would be another few weeks before he saw her again; this time, she wasn’t a party to the violence, instead just walking down the street. Loriel found himself following after her. It wasn’t necessarily stalking, though it halfway was. He was curious about the crying woman who had smiled through her tears and thanked him, and began making regular trips back to Tophet once or twice a week, when he wasn’t needed, to watch after her. He learned that she was now the sole owner and employee of a bakery on the north side of the town, that she had a moderate but loyal clientele, and that, since the passing of her father, she no longer had any living family. He felt sympathy for her, and yet wondered why he couldn’t just let it go.

The problem with his curiosity in her was that a) as an angel, he didn’t have a very good grasp on how humans lived, and so he was sort of terrible at it. Lauren (and pretty much everyone else around her) was well aware of his presence and actually found it rather hilarious that she now had a sort of guardian angel, but chose to let him think he was being sneaky. This led to b) a man who had previously vied for her affections to get incredibly jealous and mad, and so one day, while loitering outside of the bakery and wondering if today was the day he would actually enter, aforementioned jealous man took a steel pipe to the back of Loriel’s head.

Needless to say, he’s not quite clear on the details following that event. When he came to, Lauren was tending to him, he was inside the bakery, and strangely enough, things worked out from there. (This was also when he discovered that he was a pretty terrible guardian angel.)

After getting bashed in the head, Loriel began to frequent the bakery, learning how to bake and gradually, although he didn’t realize it, falling in love with Lauren. She taught him about humanity, was the first person to start calling him Lor, and opened his eyes to the world around him. His absence at the aftermath of a rather gruesome scene was of course noted, even if they didn’t know where he’d been slipping off to, with a severe (but undisclosed) punishment threatened, and so he found himself torn between his two worlds. He loved being with Lauren, the smell of the bakery and getting to know the patrons who stopped by. But he also felt a sense of duty toward his siblings, guilty that he had missed opportunities to help heal them. He came to realize, though, that even if he had been missing, there had been other angels in his place; he was replaceable. Did he stay in Heaven and continue with his duties, or continue sneaking away for small snippets of what he knew to be happiness?

His answer came to him after he’d been called to duty once more, again in Tophet, again a little ways from the bakery. He’d stopped in just for a few moments, exhausted from healing other angels and looking for a break. Instead, Lauren proposed to him.

Loriel defected from Heaven after that - if he wasn’t exactly needed, then why not? He made a life for himself as Lor, the husband of a lovely lady baker, and they were happily married for nearly three years before question of children came up. Lauren knew of his status as an angel and respected it, but neither of them were very sure what would happen if they ever actually had sex. It was Lor who brought it up, after seeing a family and their three children stop in the bakery. Lauren hadn’t been sure it was a good idea, and neither of them knew if children were even a possibility for them. But she eventually gave in after a couple of months, and for the first time, the two of them had sex. He liked it so much, he wanted to do it again. And then again after that.

That was his strike, and the next day, as Lauren was picking up supplies, Lor was cast to Hell.

When Lor woke up, he was in the Second Circle of Hell, reserved for the lustful. He found himself dazed and bewildered, lost and crushed by his own failings. He’d known that to lust was taboo for an angel, and yet he had; he’d become one of the angels he used to look down on. He mistakenly stumbled into one of Hell’s bars, and discovered another great vice of his: alcohol. After that, his life became a bit of a blur. Hell has never been known to be kind to fallen angels, and now that Lor counted himself among their number, he kept his head down and eyes lowered. He sold off everything he had save for his wedding ring, found himself taking odd side jobs that he didn’t find morally reprehensible, and generally just lived a transient life, all while under the slightly less lethal influence of Hell’s version of rotgut. He slept on dirty beds, took gross jobs, and eventually came out of his guilt-ridden funk long enough to get himself a crappy but permanent little apartment in the Fifth Circle.

Not long after, he stumbled onto another angel, this one missing a wing and high out of his mind. He saw the blood, saw that it was getting infected, and the healer in him couldn’t sit back. He was unable to regrow the wing, but could at least heal the wound on his back, watch over him to make sure he’d be okay afterward. And yet somehow, as had happened with Lauren, he couldn’t make himself leave this “Bells” alone. Thus continued his (slightly less intoxicated) quiet existence: Lor had, finally, somehow made a friend in Hell, and it was a bitter, careless, drug-addicted jerkass of a fallen angel. Who’d have thought it?

Eventually, Bells picked up a stray demon who had been on the verge of death - Lor, to his credit, hadn’t had any idea and would have advised him to tend to its wounds and then set it on its way again. Instead, the demon, Cole, and Bells got into a weird relationship, of which he still isn’t sure how he feels.

It’s up until this point that I’m taking him from! Later on down the line, Lucifer wages war against Heaven, and so Lor goes into hiding so as not to be drafted. He also stumbles in on Bells and Cole banging and discovers that hey, that mild awkwardness he always felt miiiight have been a little bit of jealousy towards Cole, and so goes and has his ~second sexual awakening~ in meeting an androgynous half-blood named Messa who’s fascinated with his being an angel. That’s later on though, and not relevant to his current canon point. Fun times in the life of Lor!

Personality: I’d like to preface this by saying that Lor is one sad, sad little man. I won’t be offended if you think he’s pathetic and dumb. ;__;

Before he Fell, Lor was pretty much the definition of uptight. He didn’t tolerate much of anything in the way of fun, thought horsing around and slacking off was pointless, and basically did nothing but wait until his next assignment. That started to change when he met his future wife, Lauren: she helped to get him to relax a little, showed him that taking breaks actually did have a purpose, and helped him realize that there’s more to life than work, work, work. He smiled more often, was much more easy-going about his duties, opened up a bit, and gradually fell in love with the lovely baker. However, since his Fall, he’s regressed a little bit, smiling less and closing himself off from others. He can be a little bit pessimistic, but there’s still a naive sort of hopefulness about him; he likes to think of himself more as a realist than anything.

The first thing to know about this Lor, the Fallen Lor, is that in general, he’s still a pretty good guy. He still has his morals and beliefs, and he sticks by them for the most part. If he sees someone in need, then he’ll help them, but only inasmuch as it doesn’t end up costing him too much. For example, if he saw a vagabond on the streets, he’d donate a couple of dollars, but if they asked for a ride to the other side of town he probably wouldn’t open his car door for them. (Not that they have cars in Tophet, but it’s a real-world example.) He doesn’t condone illegal activity, but again, if it’s not affecting him or it’s too late for him to be of any help, then he won’t step in. An example: Bells and his drug use. Bells had been doing drugs before he’d met Lor, so while Lor scolds him every now and then and advises him to stop using, he won’t force him into it. Since his Fall, he’s become rather laissez-faire about vices, since to make a fuss about others’ addictions would make him a big fat hypocrite. That doesn’t mean that he necessarily approves; rather, he’ll quietly disapprove as much as he wants, but in the end, it’s not his place to tell anyone to stop. Not anymore. He just ‘tsks’ quietly and goes about his way. Upon first looking at him, what you’d probably see is an introverted man who may be a little too serious for his own good.

Underneath that, however, are the parts that he buries with the alcohol and slum lifestyle. He’s become a huge hypocrite, from the way he used to act about those who gave in to temptation and fell, and so not only does he feel bad about the way he’s acted, he also feels guilty for giving in at all. If he hadn’t been weak, he wouldn’t have insisted on having kids. He probably wouldn’t have even started sneaking back down to the human realm to help heal them. He’d still be an angel, perfect and pure. But if he had done that, he would never have met Lauren, and he wouldn’t have been able to experience life. It’s a twisting conflict that he still can’t get over, that he drinks to try to forget about. His self-esteem has fallen dangerously low, and if his healing people in Hell is his way of trying to make up for what he’s done, he won’t admit to it. He figures “this is what I deserve” and so doesn’t make a very good effort to climb out of the rut he’s in. He’s safe and it’s quiet there, except for when he misses his wife. Why should he leave?

Lor has a rather dependent personality: he relied on his father and the higher-ranked angels for orders as to how to run his life, then he relied on Lauren for teaching him the ways of humanity. Now he relies on booze and Bells to keep him happily(?) distracted. He doesn’t have much of an instinct to action, preferring the follower role instead of the leader. Since falling, his ego has become rather deflated, leaving him feeling rather empty. He misses Heaven, he misses Tophet, and he misses Lauren most of all. It’s that longing to return to those places that keeps him from getting into any seedy business, in the hopes that maybe one day, he’ll have paid his dues and be allowed to return. He’s not sure when that day is, or if it’s even coming. But it keeps him going, helps him to maintain his beliefs. It’s also what’s kept him from joining up with Hell’s armies: to join up would give him someone else to follow, more orders to take. However, it would mean waging war against the things he still loves. So to him, floating in a directionless limbo is the best option he’s got.

This is how he contrasts from Bells: where Bells is cynical and bitter and thinks their father is a crock of crap, Lor still believes in him. He figures, hey. This must have been wrong for a reason, he must have reasons for all of this. He created everything, he should know. While he doesn’t openly spout off his beliefs, he holds them deep in his heart, and hopes that maybe never losing faith alongside the not doing bad things will make him a little more appealing, if redemption is ever an option. Bells is screwed, probably. But hey, if Lor ever gets redeemed, at least he can send him some postcards or visit him or something.

Speaking of Bells and his bad habits - while Bells is a remorseless prick, Lor recognizes that there’s still a modicum of good left in him. Why else would he have rescued Cole, after all? So while he doesn’t actively try to stop him from doing drugs and ruining himself, he sometimes tries to act as his conscience. He fully realizes that Bells has a life and a being of his own, but if he can make him realize at least sometimes that some of the things he does suck, then maybe it’ll be all right. The same goes for others around him: since he’s in Hell, there isn’t much he can do to stop all the bad that happens. But, if he recognizes someone as a good person doing a bad thing out of what they may feel is necessity, then he’ll try to convince them. Otherwise, it’s more of a “you shouldn’t do that,” and a lazy sip of his alcohol.

He doesn’t really get along well with other people, but that’s because he has no idea how to. When he was in Heaven, he thought a little too much of himself to interact with any other angels that weren’t healers; when he was in Tophet, he was too fascinated by the human lifestyle and trying to adapt to it to bother branching out much past Lauren. He interacted with the customers, but that was about it. Lauren was really his only friend, and he was happy with that. Now that he’s been in Hell, he isn’t sure of what anyone’s sins are, finds them intimidating and dangerous. Why would he be friends with people who might turn around and kill him? So he’s somewhat reclusive, preferring to sit down with a beer and a book than go out and socialize. It takes him a while to open up to people, but when he does, whoever that person is, they can be sure that he’ll be loyal. At least so long as it doesn’t involve asking him to help move any bodies or kill people.
There are also sides to himself that he’s still unaware of; as an angel, all he ever felt was an unending loyalty to his father and the desire to feel useful, powerful. He had no idea that he even cared about humans until he was barred from helping them. Then, when he met Lauren, he was still as yet unaware of love, how much he liked to relax every once in a while, and how much fun doing the naughty could be. Banging in general is a big no-no for angels, how was he supposed to know that he was bisexual if he was forbidden to even contemplate it? So, he’s pretty deep in the closet about it, so far as to be in the depths of Narnia. “Kissing a man? Ew, no, that’s gross (why does it intrigue me when Bells and Cole do it oh god where’s my booze).” He’s aware that he has the capability for destruction, with his powers, but isn’t sure just how much, since he’s never gone past giving someone the equivalent of an Indian Burn to make them let go.

Stupid quirks of his include playing with his wedding ring whenever he’s thinking about something, and refusing to curse under any circumstances. The only times he does curse are either when he’s had far too much rotgut or he’s under extreme emotional duress. Thankfully the best rotgut isn’t all too common.

Abilities, Weaknesses and Power Limitations:

Abilities

⚬ Lor was a somewhat special sort of angel. Where Bells was a messenger sort, and Caim was a warrior, Lor was a healer, with the innate ability to recreate/repair or destroy living organic materials. It won’t work on metal, but if someone he doesn’t like won’t let go of him and they push past his tolerance limit, he could, essentially, disintegrate their limbs. Wherever the point of contact is between he and another being (i.e. a hand on an arm) that is where the dissolution begins. Think of something like Orihime from Bleach when she “Rejects”, which I just realized is an awkwardly accurate likeness.

He hates to use that side of his power, though, preferring to heal instead. It works about the same: he just has to touch them and concentrate, and given enough time (depending on the severity of the wound) he can heal most wounds. If you were born with a deformity, sorry, he can’t help. But if you, say, cut your arm off, then he would be able to grow it back. Even quicker if you have the severed limb present. In that case, he could just regenerate the cells and reattach tissues and muscles and bone and all that good stuff. If the limb was missing, however, then that would probably take hours to fix. It’d be pretty labor intensive, but he could rebuild someone’s arm. (ex: [possible triggers for self harm in the next sentence] in one scene, Cole shot Lor in the stomach before shooting himself in the head; Lor was able to fix it and heal him, since it wasn’t a fatal shot, but not without significant cost to himself.)

⚬ Lor can also fly! Being an angel and all, that is. His wings are still intact and good to go. Like Bells, he can also make them visible or invisible at will; he prefers to keep them invisible, though, because it ruins less shirts and he prefers not to go around shirtless. Let’s be practical, okay?

Weaknesses/Limitations

⚬ Like mentioned, healing others isn’t a freebie Lor can just provide whenever/wherever. It takes a lot of concentration to mend people properly, and if he’s disturbed then it could end up putting the patient in even more pain. Unfortunately, depending on the severity of the wound and whether or not there’s anesthetic, they get to feel their cells growing back into place. He’s also completely vulnerable while healing someone. All of his concentration is put to the person he’s helping, so there isn’t really any to spare for himself. Thus, if he were to heal someone on a battlefield, he’d need someone to watch his back, or risk getting both himself and his patient killed.

⚬ It also uses up a lot of energy and power to heal the more extensive wounds; to completely recreate a missing arm would not only take hours and hours to do, but would probably knock him out of commission for double the time it would take to heal it. So if it took around seven hours to recreate an arm, he’d be useless for pretty much the rest of the day. Nothing more than minor cuts and scrapes would be possible for him.

The aforementioned incident with the headshot is an example: even though Cole was rapidly bleeding out, because Lor was able to get to him and start healing him immediately, he was able to repair the damage after about an hour or so, since he was repairing rather than recreating. However, the strain of healing on top of the blood loss sustained from his stomach wound knocked him out cold for a couple of days, forcing Bells (who was also present) to seek outside medical attention in order to save him.

⚬ He cannot bring back anyone who’s died, no matter how recent the death was. His healing is naturally slow, so if the wound is too grievous and he isn’t fully concentrating, then it’s possible that they could die in his arms. Depressing, but true. So long as he can keep their heart going, there’s still a chance of survival. Once it stops, he can’t help.

Nerfing

⚬ I’m wholly willing to nerf him! I think he’s a little bit powerful. :( If it’s alright, I’d like to take his healing down from ~regrowing limbs~ to maybe..just severe wounds? For example, getting cut open or stabbed. Same for his destructive ability, rather than exploding someone’s arm off, perhaps the extent of it could be like a second to third degree burn?

Inventory:

The clothes on his back, which include:

- One (1) pair of pants
- One (1) rumpled shirt [his favorite of his wardrobe]
- One (1) necklace: a thin silver chain that clasps in the back ; has his wedding ring dangling from it [silver band with three small sapphire stones]

As well as two 12 oz. bottles of Hell’s strongest hooch. :D

Appearance:

Lor has messy brown hair that he barely keeps track of; the most care he’ll put into his appearance is running a hand through his hair a few times and making sure his shirt isn’t stained. He’s got brown eyes and rarely smiles, but when he does, it’s sincere and sweet. Being that robes were a staple in the wardrobes of many angels (himself included before he ran to Tophet), he actively refuses to wear them now, instead opting for button-down shirts and trousers that the humans wear. He stands rather short for an angel: where most are somewhere in the area of 6’2, Lor is an impressive 5’8-5’9 and weighs in at 160lbs.

For all intents and purposes, I’ll be using Jackson Rathbone from the movie Dread as his PB! (Don’t let the image fool you; he doesn’t have any scruff. I’m just really bad at editing it out sob)
Age: Physically, he is mid-20’s. Around 25, give or take a couple of years. He’s actually somewhere in the vicinity of 500-600 years old.

AU Clarification: N/A

SAMPLES
Log Sample: (I accept that there is innuendo here and fully welcome any hideous trains of thought that may come of it.)

Before opening his eyes, the first thing that registered was something down his throat and the inability to close his mouth, followed soon after by the feeling of floating. This must be it. I finally fell asleep while drinking and choked to death on the bottle.. It was a thought that didn’t make much sense, and yet fell in line with what he’d suspected would happen from the beginning. Normally, one couldn’t die when they were already in Hell, since being in Hell required their death. Being an angel, he hadn’t died, so...it made sense that he could have died, right? Right. Maybe.

...what kind of crappy line of thinking was that?

A muted hsss, and suddenly, he wasn’t really floating anymore, a choking cough as the beer bottle pulled out of his throat. He fell forward, jarring his elbows on the ground and gagging. Well. That sucked. What just happened? A quiet ugh when he touched his face - gross, what was he covered in? And more importantly, why was he swimming in substances unknown? Lor shook out his hands, trying to clean them off a little before rubbing his eyes and blinking owlishly around. Waiting for things to make sense in T-minus five, four, three, two...

His vision cleared, but nothing much else did. The room he was in was sterile, strange, and he noted the doors to the chamber he’d apparently just tumbled out of closing quietly behind him. Awkward. This didn’t look anything like Hell. For one thing, it was...actually kind of chilly. That didn’t happen in Hell. At least, not to this degree. He brought up his arms to wrap them around himself, idly noting the number before coming to a realization.

“...I’m naked. Why am I naked?” Was there some sort of enormous, crazy party that he couldn’t remember being a part of? “Hello? Is anyone there?” There had to be an explanation for this... The number prompted itself into the forefront of his mind, and he glanced down at his arm again. A tattoo. He had a tattoo. How utterly destroyed had he gotten, really?

Lor stood, trying not to tip over and doing a pretty bad job of it. The number had to lead to something, right? Maybe that would explain everything. So he took the only hallway he could find into the next room, staring at the rows of lockers. Okay. Maybe this wasn’t where he wanted to be. He turned to go back into the other room, wandering around and tapping at the doors to what he’d deemed as his chamber. “Hi? What do I... do from here?”

He wandered back into the other room, peering at the lockers. He didn’t have a combination for one, did he? But there were sets of numbers somewhat like the ones on his arm, maybe he did— When he finally found the one that corresponded to his numbers, the relief almost knocked him over. Okay, so that was good to know, at least. He had a locker. It was something. Better than nothing, anyway, and he could have sobbed once he opened it. Clothes. Actual clothes, his clothes, that weren’t just his ratty old underwear. Beautiful. He hurried to get dressed, staring at the jumpsuit and underwear and wondering whose stuff got mixed in with his. Maybe he could return it to them?

The necklace laying in the locker was given the most care, a thumb brushed over the ring dangling from it in a futile attempt to wipe away any blemishes, before it was slipped around his neck again and tucked under his shirt. If he met anyone with bad intentions, it was the one thing he wouldn’t let them take. His hand froze before touching the bottles, however. These...should he take these? He knew them. Even just looking at them, could taste the liquor on his tongue. Did he want them?

...this probably wasn’t the best place to contemplate it, was it. So Lor scooped them up, wrapping the bottles inside the jumpsuit to hide them. Whoever it belonged to, they would just have to deal with a little condensation. It’d be fine. The last thing he touched was the strange box left behind, frowning at it and wondering what it was. A gasp when it spoke, jumping and nearly dropping the thing on the floor.

”Please take the blue lift to the passenger quarters.”

“Sorry, what? What’s a lift? Hello?” His frown returned, bringing it up closer to his face to inspect it. This time, he was prepared, and he didn’t drop it, wincing instead.

”Please take the blue lift to the passenger quarters.”

A pair of doors hissed open to the side, the blue light shining above them. “Oh.” Maybe that was a lift, then. Just another set of doors. Why couldn’t it have said that, then? He tucked the box into his pocket, shifting the items tucked under his arm before shuffling off into the “lift”.

Really, what was the worst that could happen?

Comms Sample:

I got permission to use a thread sample, sooo! This is a post from my musebox, with Bells and Lor being losers. Please feel free to ask for more links, if necessary, this was just the most recent. Or, I can also write up a sample as well ;__;