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Fisk gave him a glare and Oswald just raised his eyebrows, "hey, man, I kept you from blowing up, don't be picky about where you end up."

And where he ended up looked like hell. Or a prison in hell. Oswald didn't expect the shock--it seemed neither did Fisk. He figured this wasn't killing him. This probably was some sort of prison, or that's what he'd tell himself as the doors shut and they were out of there.

He didn't care enough to ask, though.

Oswald turned to look at Drakken, holding his bag. He reached out, grabbing hold of it as well, "That you care about me?" he grinned and batted his eyelashes.

"And that snake aliens are buff as hell and Fisk is a prick, those sound like all the things I should've learned?" he tilted his head, studying Drakken's face. For good measure, he put on a more serious and genuine tone, "And I should listen better and not mess around so much. I get it, I'll be more careful."

@dr-drckken

A Worst Case Scenario || Blue Bug [Trope Extravaganza]

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Oz gave him a look as he walked away. "I hope I don't," they called after Drakken, who seemed already quick to get into scheming.

Oz shut their door, partly wondering what sort of fuckin' weirdos this town had elected, but mostly there was a tickling at the base of his neck, inching down his spine. How exciting to have someone so obsessed with you, even in such a macabre way. It would be a good distraction from his complete failure. And it would be a good source of Wrath.

He did feel a little bad, though, that Drakken had no idea what the fuck he was getting himself into.

The demon had been looking for an excuse to get his hands dirty again.

@dr-drckken

New Enemy Unlocked || Blue Bug

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Something had definitely changed with her since their last meeting, and he could feel it even more clearly now. The power that stirred beneath that skin swirled with something heavier. Something more potent. He needed to know how.

But this wasn't the time to get it.

Ozzy knew demons lied, of course. But he had spent far too long around humans to remember that they were far better at it than most.

As her hand found its way under his shirt, he let out a low chuckle. Cel was smart, she was calculated. She knew all that she was doing. She was composed in a different way. He was composed of the collected chaos of a swarm

Ozzy pressed his face to her neck, kissing her hard and hungrily, one hand remaining on the other side of her throat while the other slid further up her thigh.

All too quickly Oswald's skin was feeling a little too tight around him as the swarm he was pressed against it, wanting to be out. Free of its fleshy confinements as more power swept in from under the door, the wins and losses on the casino floor only bolstering the demon.

"I hadn't seen another until I came to this town," he buzzed against her skin, his hand sliding down from her neck to press roughly against her breast. "And if I did they were too weak for me to recognize."

@boointhenight

Where My Demons Hide || Cozzy

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"I'm glad you enjoy it," Oz said, already feeling like he was getting punched in the gut. How long would this last? How long could it stay? "That was one thing I also noticed about this town when I first got here--so little nightlife. And as we all know, the most interesting things happen under the cover of dark." They grinned.

"Thanks," Oz hoped that there was nothing that screamed 'demonic' about the reagents he'd cultivated here. He knew from Sid that that wasn't how Reagents worked, but he still couldn't help but worry just a bit.

Though, Howl pulled a golden thread out of nothingness. "Impressive," Oz replied. "I'm glad I can be of service to one of--if not the--best sorcerers around." he bowed his head slightly.

@oh-heartlessman

The House has Gone Bust || Open

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Maybe he shouldn't care that Drakken thought him to be an amateur? To not expect anything from him? It would probably be best.

"I tried to engage in your intellectual conversation, I asked questions, I made hypotheses. And you gave me nothing in response," Oz shrugged.

"The industry?" He almost laughed. "And what industry is that? Far as I'm aware, all I've done is continue my role in the nightlife industry." Oz wasn't giving him anything he wanted. What he wanted, truly he didn't know. It seemed like he wanted them to grovel, or cower. Oz didn't do those things.

"I think what's disgraceful is your lack of tact. And how easily you let your temper get the better of you." He said with a smile. Then, words that came out with his voice but weren't from him, "And I would love to see what you're going to do. I would love to see you try to take me out or bury me in the ground or whatever the fuck you think you could do to me."

Oswald could feel that protective shell closing over him, as always ready to absorb whatever may come. Letting him know that--despite his failure with the casino--their deal wasn't over, and he wouldn't be hung out to dry.

@dr-drckken

New Enemy Unlocked || Blue Bug

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For a moment it felt like the vacuum of space had invaded his lungs. Waiting for a reaction. And then it all exploded in a rush as Drakken readjusted his grip, properly taking his hand. He tried to bite back a smile, but the heat that spread to his cheeks was no doubt visible.

He squeezed the doctor's hand, returning the intensity in that motion because for once he didn't have anything to say. Nothing he wanted to say with their annoying passenger still on board.

His smile only grew when Drakken took his hand in both of his before stepping away. There was something so foreign about this. About feeling wanted in such a way. Especially by someone who had seen countless galaxies and planets and had probably met the most fantastic and interesting creatures. He was here, witnessing things nobody else probably would.

When Drakken called to him, Oswald gave a salute and opened the door, ushering Fisk toward it with a sweep of his arm. "Thank you for traveling with us, now get the hell out."

@dr-drckken

A Worst Case Scenario || Blue Bug [Trope Extravaganza]

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He scoffed. “Self respect—that’s what this is, banging on someone’s door and declaring them an enemy for something you can’t even prove?” A smirk trailed across his face. “Then maybe it’s good I don’t have any. Because this is just sad.”

His brow furrowed. Sarcasm seemed lost on Drakken, which was fine. He did have a bit of an unfortunate point. Oz couldn’t keep wallowing. He needed to do something. But it wasn’t just a failure to him. It could be life or death when Ozzy turned his anger on Oswald.

Not that he’d explain any of this to a madman at his door.

“Thanks for the advice,” Oz replied coolly. “And I didn’t actually, because I don’t know you. And I didn’t set out to cross you or anyone.” But since he did… might as well make the most of it.

Ozzy stirred, the heat of Drakken’s wrath starting to crawl through him like an army of fire ants.

“So what’re you gonna do to me? I’m dying to know,” he smirked. “Tie me up, take me prisoner, beat the shit outta me?—all the possibilities. Is it wrong that I’m a little excited? It’s been a long time since I’ve had my life threatened.”

@dr-drckken

New Enemy Unlocked || Blue Bug

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She swallowed again and he smiled, massaging his thumb up and down her throat.

A low chuckled rumbled in his chest, "Well good. I'd hate for us to break too many rules tonight."

Keeping his hand on her throat, Ozzy stepped closer, pressing her back until she bumped up against the desk. The blue in his eyes darkened almost to black, an occasional flash of green flaring up around the edge.

His other hand went to her thigh, fingertips brushing the hem of her skirt. "How long has it been for you?" he asked, lips pressing to the shell of her ear as he breathed her in. "Not Mary, but you. Like this. In control of yourself." He gripped her thigh tighter. "How often do you get to just let loose like this?"

@boointhenight

Where My Demons Hide || Cozzy

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Did Jack ever know what he was doing or was it all some sort of subconscious thing? He didn’t know which drove him more insane. If Jack was just absentmindedly doing these things that made his skin crawl in a way that made him feel like he needed to bite something, or if Jack was doing it on purpose. Either way that noise went through his head like an ice pick.

Oz’s eyes trailed to Jack’s lips, unable to look away from the shine left behind by the ice, or the way his tongue ran over them. Something gnawed away at his stomach, drilling behind his ribs. A buzzing deep in his chest that hurts but almost in a way where he doesn’t want it to stop?

So fucking stupid.

Jack touched his collar and Oz rolled his eyes. “And you’re cute when you give me agita.” He rested his hand against Jack’s shoulder. "So I guess we're both always fuckin' adorable."

Jack's confidence maybe shouldn't be so convincing, but Oz didn't want to be annoying and keep acting worried about it all night long. “Damn right you are,” Oz grinned. “Okay. If you win, I win,” he repeated. It felt weird to know someone probably had your back. It felt even weirder to know he had someone’s back. But some of that weirdness felt a little more normal since it was Jack. Just like all his oddities and strange habits and interests, they all felt a little more normal--a little more acceptable--around Jack.

Their bones ached under their skin, like his skeleton wanted to burst free, as he looked at Jack. His grip shifted on the other's shoulder but he didn't let go. They almost wanted to pull him closer, but that last shred of self control and self respect kept him from doing so.

“I suppose there are worse business partners to be stuck with.”

@the-pumpkin-king-lament

Afterlife of the Party || Jaz

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Oswald watched the interaction, an almost playful banter that he knew was fueled by disdain. It was almost amusing to watch Fisk freak out at Drakken's suggestion.

And then the whole ship rattled.

Drakken caught himself on the console, Fisk collapsed, and Oswald lurched, trying to catch himself on a railing, losing his grip on both the gun and the luggage. Both went sliding across the floor--thankfully out of the way of Fisk. He watched the weapon slide under a shelf. The bag didn't go as far.

With the ship stable, Oswald turned to watch the distant spectacle. "Holy shit," he muttered, watching the silent blast sending pristine pieces of marble and linoleum floating throughout space.

"That sucks," he said a little louder so Fisk could hear. "You were almost still on that thing."

Oswald's eyes drifted to Drakken, though. They were also almost on that thing. If Oswald hadn't been messing around, they probably wouldn't have had any of this happening. They would've been off somewhere having a much calmer, more their speed adventure.

The whole time Drakken had been focused on trying to get Oswald his stuff back. On keeping him safe. And all of that was brought on by Oswald's own stupid decisions.

He walked over to the doctor, standing beside him to watch the wreckage. After a moment of hesitation--and seeing that Fisk's attention was also on his destroyed ship--he took the timelord's hand.

"Thank you," he murmured. "It's, um... It's nice to know someone's got my back."

@dr-drckken

A Worst Case Scenario || Blue Bug [Trope Extravaganza]

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"Alright?" Oz said incredulously. "And you're not special either. Your mind is no more important than mine or any other pathetic fuck on this rock."

He couldn't really argue that he didn't have any say in how the spell was cast. He didn't know it would alter their minds, his goal was just to get the petition to pass. If that's how it ended up working, then sure.

And for the same amount of time that the board felt they lost that level of autonomy, so did Oswald. The payoff--or consequence-- of the spell. The demon got full control inside the casino. Oswald--until the day the spell was broken--didn't even know what the inside of his own casino looked like up and running.

He knew better than most how annoying it was to have your mind fucked with, but he wouldn't say any of this.

"You're going after me?" Oswald confirmed with a grin. "Fine. Come at me. Take me off the fuckin' map, see how well that goes for you and all your grand plans. At least it'll give me something to look forward to in my unexpected unemployment, huh?"

@dr-drckken

New Enemy Unlocked || Blue Bug

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"And how do we get the right blackmail?" Oz replied. He had--of course--compiled plenty of blackmail in the past. This was different, though. Or it at least felt different. "Plenty of the Board members seem like most of their secrets are out in the open."

Oz furrowed his brow, thinking about that. A charm or a cursed object. It could work. Magic got him into this mess, it would certainly help. And it might even get the trail off him further, make the board look in the direction of a sorcerer and not at him.

But it wasn't a sorcerer. It was Jack.

"Would they be able to trace it back to you? I-- You've already done a lot and are doing a lot for me, I don't want you gettin' in anymore trouble for me." Oz crossed his arms, thinking on it more, "You've got your show and your auction, I don't want the wrong kind of eyes on you--I don't want to screw us both out of business, y'know?"

@the-pumpkin-king-lament

Afterlife of the Party || Jaz

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He was in... too bad a headspace for a pretty stranger to be so-- well, they weren't flirting, were they? They were just sort of existing and feeding compliments to Oz like nobody's business.

"I may have heard your name a time or two," Oz grinned knowingly. He knew he was a sorcerer, and a famous one. And that was about it. But hey, he'd love to get to know other things about him.

"Oswald," he introduced in return. "People call me Oz. Could give you my last name, but you've never heard of me regardless. I must say I feel pretty lucky to have such a celebrity at my little establishment." This was better than stressing. Flirting was usually better than stressing.

@oh-heartlessman

The House has Gone Bust || Open

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Cel was a master of wielding herself around all these pathetic little worms that sat at the tables. He felt their blood pressure spike, the way they took a second glance as she went by.

He watched her take the drink, the way her throat moved as she swallowed.

"I'm so glad you like it," he said with a low voice and a smirk. Ozzy stepped closer, putting a hand on the side of her neck, thumb stroking over her Adam's apple. He had always been rather bad with impulse control, and seeing her swallow just made him all too curious to touch.

"Oswald has... certain rules they prefer for me to follow when in control," he murmured, moving a little closer. "But I'm pretty sure that's because they don't like not knowing who they've been with. Or that people don't know what they're getting into. But he knows Mary, he knows you. He's been with her, and you certainly know what you're getting into." Ozzy leaned in closer. "So I feel like that covers our bases. And if not, well... I won't tell if you don't."

@boointhenight

Where My Demons Hide || Cozzy

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"Oh, yeah, that'll do it," he chuckled. But his mind locked in. There was a Gate here? Where? Not that he wanted to go back, but if he could draw on power from it... This place got a lot more interesting. He knew from Oswald's research that it would be a good town to go to but he never saw anything about that.

He needed to know more about this. Maybe he could get Oswald to ask Cel's human about it all in a much more casual way. Like he just wanted to learn more about the town or something. Oswald gave off nerd energy sometimes, he liked to learn shit, that could work.

For now, Ozzy tucked that information away. He couldn't spend his whole night obsessing over it, that would ruin the fun. And look at all the fun he had right before him.

He grinned, motioning. "Right this way," Ozzy began leading her past tables, enjoying all the greed that wafted his way as he went. He gave some patrons encouraging shoulder pats or a commiserating frown. Playing the part of perfect host up to his office door, which he opened and held for Cel.

Once inside, he went to grab a bottle off a small shelf, holding it out to her. "This is one of my favorites. Sometimes I swear it almost gives me a buzz," he smiled. Of course, it gave Oswald a terrible hangover, but Ozzy didn't care about that. He helped them get over it pretty quick every time. "Let me know what you think."

@boointhenight

Where My Demons Hide || Cozzy

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Oz rolled his eyes, cracking a smile. “If you’re sure,” he said, not seeing everything that was behind that smile but knowing there was more there. It was enough to make those feelings in his guts subside. There was something deeper going on inside that head that they’re pretty sure Jack wants people to think is empty.

Poor Scarecrow, doing his best to keep his guts from spilling out, despite feeling just as hollow with them inside. If only Oz was great and powerful, maybe he could grant him some sort of peace.

“Yeah,” he nodded along, forcing that confidence as well. “Until—yeah, I don’t…” he chuckled. “I don’t think blackmailing them is gonna work. They’re already pretty pissed at me for the whole manipulation thing. I dunno if blackmail is gonna work. It could be worth a try, though. I’d need something good on them.” They drummed their fingers on the glass, thinking it over. “Plenty of people talk in a nightclub. I’m sure we’ll hear something soon enough.”

Oz gave Jack a smile, raising his glass to him. “We've been through worse, right?" Maybe they hadn't together, but they'd both been through shit, he knew that much. Nobody with a normal and happy upbringing ended up the way they both did.

@the-pumpkin-king-lament

Afterlife of the Party || Jaz