possessum: (and break the golden bowl)
ᴘᴇᴛᴇʀ ɢʀᴀʜᴀᴍ 👑 ᴋɪɴɢ ᴘᴀɪᴍᴏɴ ([personal profile] possessum) wrote in [community profile] deernet2022-10-23 09:05 am

text | un: anonymous

( This is not Peter Graham, though of course, posting anonymously takes away that possibility. The user didn't want to use the boy's network handle, to inevitably be seen through the filter of "Not Peter."

The user is trying to define his own identity. )


why did you choose your title here on this THING
what is the meaning
?
?


( ...Texting is still something he struggles with, though the demon has been watching and learning and forming his own conclusions on how to do it. Autocorrect is a life-saver. Two questions get two question marks. ....Even if they go in the wrong place. )

i will grant you a
GOLDEN COIN
if you
RESPOND


( ...For those who know Paimon fairly well, that particular offer of exchange might betray who he is. But the demon of Knowledge is curious to hear reasons, and within them: perhaps stories, memories, self-perceptions. There is a meaning to everything, whether simple or complex.

And perhaps by the end of it, he will know what title he would give himself, here on the network. )
stayscared: (jc-cap-284)

[personal profile] stayscared 2022-10-26 04:34 am (UTC)(link)
As in, real honest to Skydaddy DEMONS, that's a bit of a gray area.

What is a demon? Depends on the definition, I suppose. Would have said no at one point, unless I was talking about the always popular inner demons.

I've stared into the face of a monster or two that wasn't of my own making. Of course, the more I think on it the more that's also up for debate. Not just because it happened here.

I've met something. Was it a demon? Maybe, but I think it was bigger than that. Different. Something...

SOME THING.


[well that's ...happening. he's not thinking anything at the moment other than the idea of a coin, the endless series of blows into yet another handkerchief, and the pain in his head and neck that feels like something else also - it's worse than the pain after a good cry, or even a bad cry. he knows both of those intimately.

it's not him doing this, he doesn't think. there's no shudder, no thought that precedes it, just a buzzing in the air that feeds into the light in the room - seems to emanate its own that he has to close his eyes against the sound, against the inexplicable burst of another something that is both color and light and also sound. he reflexively moves his hands to cover his ears but in that brief movement it's ...gone.

but it seems to have left behind a souvenir.

well, fuck me, that's a---

he touches it without hesitation. it's solid. it's got heft. it's old. and it wasn't there before. this inn does not give uncanny turndown service, so that leaves...]


yes

I am holding what appears to be a coin. You did that. Just beamed it right in.
stayscared: (jc-cap-4)

[personal profile] stayscared 2022-11-04 03:25 am (UTC)(link)
[to be fair, he was a ginormous dumbass, but he's not about to say that on the network. it was he that was drawn to the room, after all. he pushed and prodded and pursued. but then there was the matter of who sent the postcard.]

I know the answer to that one, and I think it might be a few different answers. It definitely wanted me to die. More than that, it wanted me to suffer. It wanted me to lose my mind. I think it wanted to eat me whole. Maybe that's how it got it's jollies, but I think that's how it kept itself alive. If alive's what it was.

[he's probably not going to trade it - at least, that's not his first thought. though he might have to, if he doesn't hurry up and figure out how his blood works, here. and that he can trade a number of things for his lodgings. it's the first gift he's been given out of thin air, if you don't count the intangibles such as a sympathetic ear or friendship.]

If it were not safe it'd be too late for me, I'd be a goner. I already touched it. It does have a certain charm. Mind if I ask where it's from?
stayscared: (Default)

[personal profile] stayscared 2022-11-18 06:25 pm (UTC)(link)
I don't know. Might've. Sometimes I remember it like that. Sometimes I remember taking it down with me. I also remember getting out.

I remember it regretted trying.

I guess some people feel tied to or drawn to a particular place for whatever reason. It can be my lucky coin from Nowhere In Particular.