[outside in the hallway... there's a bamf. and then a couple of people are pretty much thrown down into the middle of the hallway. the portal closes behind them.
first, the hooded wrath sits up. her hood falls back though, as she does... and reveals that wrath is a lady! or half of one, because the other half is a monster, but that's probably fine. she's literally split down the middle, one half of her face being normal face and the other half the lava beast. not that she's thinking about that right now. she groans, and crawls over a bit so she can flop down on top of sloth, mostly in his lap. she looks exhausted, but satisfied. slowly, she... pulls a juice box out of her sleeve. and then another. and hands one to sloth.
sloth is here with wrath half in his lap. the long, curly hair is now as grey as thunderheads with a golden-and-poppy corona nestled on top, but he's letting wrath use it like a makeshift pillow. he still has the long, sharp horn, but there's also a pair of small wings where his ears would be. his previously white skin is now ash grey, and his eyes are completely black except for the silvery pupils and irises. he has a bat-sleeved sweater over something that looks like a toga and thick, golden metal choker. the sweater has I L*VE HELL on the front, and the word BOOB written in tiny, neat handwriting inside of the V of the former phrase. there's a traced hand over the right breast area, and cute drawings of drooly sleeping faces, clouds, and sheep. it's all done in glittery gel pen. he also has a juice box he's drinking from.
pride (in both comics flavor and live action pb flavor) stands up slowly, holding a smaller figure in his arms. his hood has also fallen back to reveal he looks almost like a statue, with his metallic gold skin that's creeping up his jaw and towards his black scelera and gold iris eyes. a thorn crown grows angrily out of his skull, pulsing slightly, causing blood to streak down the sides of his head. his hands are particularly clawlike and disfigured, but that doesn't stop him from gently stroking the tiny figure in his arm's hair back. his expression is particularly sour, but that's actually the most normal thing about him, really. he settles off to the side, holding onto...
lust! who is here, even if she's still half-asleep and curled up against pride. probably the only reason she's even sitting upright is because of him, actually. she's not in her cloak but rather something more comfortable, little rainbow wings poking out from the top as her hair curls and gently moves on its own. there's a juice box probably nearby that wrath has created, but she's hardly interested, struggling to keep her eyes open but still somehow looking very relieved.
envy is here too! he's just like, sprawled out on the floor. the only sign he's conscious is the little slurp as he takes a sip from the juicebox straw stuck in his mouth. hey guess who gets off easy for one npc because you all already know what envy looks like!! anyway please peel him off the floor, thanks.
that seems to be all of the portalgoers. however, a considerably handsome man steps out of a shadowy portal nearby. he's wearing a formal butler uniform with every single piece of it in place, and the chain of a watch hanging from pocket to lapel. there's a juice box sticking out of the top of the other pocket of the swallow-tailed jacket. the only evidence of his skin being coal-black is his face, and the slit of skin between sleeves and gloves. all of his very long, dark hair has been pulled neatly into a low ponytail with a small bow aside from some shorter strands which hang in the front. and, of course, there are two familiar brown horns protruding from the top of his head, twisting as they curve backward, and a spade tail which swings politely and demurely low behind him. surprise, it's gluttony.
despair appears not too long after, though it seems like it might be begrudgingly. he remains close to wrath where she's half in sloth's lap, one large crystal wing curled partly over her. he's not particularly paying attention to any of the participants, living or dead, but he is at the very least still Here. with the hood off, it's more obvious that he looks something like this, with severe features, pure white hair, and the silver spikes of his crown growing from his head. there are blue tear track marks down his face and neck, glowing blue beneath the black crystal that's creeping up his neck; black starry liquid leaks from his starry eyes, and he's delicately prodding at his phone with one long, curved claw. how is he even using his hands at this point. the sleeve of his robe is pulled back enough to see his arms are also composed of the same black crystal as his clawed hands. he's just vibing.
and finally - greed enters the hallway last. wrath immediately throws a juice box at mach fuck at his face with a loud, annoyed sound, but he reaches up to grab it before it splatters across his face. there's a crackling noise as the juice inside turns to ice. hm. concern. but he's here and looks mostly okay, even if his face is deathly pale with thick blue veins and crackling skin. his eyes are even more shadowed than usual, sunken into his face and nearly just sockets as he continues to frown at the appearance of the others. but they're all accounted for, so that is good enough.
there's a little notification on your phones. seems like there's been an update.]
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[outside in the hallway... there's a bamf. and then a couple of people are pretty much thrown down into the middle of the hallway. the portal closes behind them.
first, the hooded wrath sits up. her hood falls back though, as she does... and reveals that wrath is a lady! or half of one, because the other half is a monster, but that's probably fine. she's literally split down the middle, one half of her face being normal face and the other half the lava beast. not that she's thinking about that right now. she groans, and crawls over a bit so she can flop down on top of sloth, mostly in his lap. she looks exhausted, but satisfied. slowly, she... pulls a juice box out of her sleeve. and then another. and hands one to sloth.
sloth is here with wrath half in his lap. the long, curly hair is now as grey as thunderheads with a golden-and-poppy corona nestled on top, but he's letting wrath use it like a makeshift pillow. he still has the long, sharp horn, but there's also a pair of small wings where his ears would be. his previously white skin is now ash grey, and his eyes are completely black except for the silvery pupils and irises. he has a bat-sleeved sweater over something that looks like a toga and thick, golden metal choker. the sweater has I L*VE HELL on the front, and the word BOOB written in tiny, neat handwriting inside of the V of the former phrase. there's a traced hand over the right breast area, and cute drawings of drooly sleeping faces, clouds, and sheep. it's all done in glittery gel pen. he also has a juice box he's drinking from.
pride (in both comics flavor and live action pb flavor) stands up slowly, holding a smaller figure in his arms. his hood has also fallen back to reveal he looks almost like a statue, with his metallic gold skin that's creeping up his jaw and towards his black scelera and gold iris eyes. a thorn crown grows angrily out of his skull, pulsing slightly, causing blood to streak down the sides of his head. his hands are particularly clawlike and disfigured, but that doesn't stop him from gently stroking the tiny figure in his arm's hair back. his expression is particularly sour, but that's actually the most normal thing about him, really. he settles off to the side, holding onto...
lust! who is here, even if she's still half-asleep and curled up against pride. probably the only reason she's even sitting upright is because of him, actually. she's not in her cloak but rather something more comfortable, little rainbow wings poking out from the top as her hair curls and gently moves on its own. there's a juice box probably nearby that wrath has created, but she's hardly interested, struggling to keep her eyes open but still somehow looking very relieved.
envy is here too! he's just like, sprawled out on the floor. the only sign he's conscious is the little slurp as he takes a sip from the juicebox straw stuck in his mouth. hey guess who gets off easy for one npc because you all already know what envy looks like!! anyway please peel him off the floor, thanks.
that seems to be all of the portalgoers. however, a considerably handsome man steps out of a shadowy portal nearby. he's wearing a formal butler uniform with every single piece of it in place, and the chain of a watch hanging from pocket to lapel. there's a juice box sticking out of the top of the other pocket of the swallow-tailed jacket. the only evidence of his skin being coal-black is his face, and the slit of skin between sleeves and gloves. all of his very long, dark hair has been pulled neatly into a low ponytail with a small bow aside from some shorter strands which hang in the front. and, of course, there are two familiar brown horns protruding from the top of his head, twisting as they curve backward, and a spade tail which swings politely and demurely low behind him. surprise, it's gluttony.
despair appears not too long after, though it seems like it might be begrudgingly. he remains close to wrath where she's half in sloth's lap, one large crystal wing curled partly over her. he's not particularly paying attention to any of the participants, living or dead, but he is at the very least still Here. with the hood off, it's more obvious that he looks something like this, with severe features, pure white hair, and the silver spikes of his crown growing from his head. there are blue tear track marks down his face and neck, glowing blue beneath the black crystal that's creeping up his neck; black starry liquid leaks from his starry eyes, and he's delicately prodding at his phone with one long, curved claw. how is he even using his hands at this point. the sleeve of his robe is pulled back enough to see his arms are also composed of the same black crystal as his clawed hands. he's just vibing.
and finally - greed enters the hallway last. wrath immediately throws a juice box at mach fuck at his face with a loud, annoyed sound, but he reaches up to grab it before it splatters across his face. there's a crackling noise as the juice inside turns to ice. hm. concern. but he's here and looks mostly okay, even if his face is deathly pale with thick blue veins and crackling skin. his eyes are even more shadowed than usual, sunken into his face and nearly just sockets as he continues to frown at the appearance of the others. but they're all accounted for, so that is good enough.
there's a little notification on your phones. seems like there's been an update.]
Hewwo... If you'd like to crash into the NPCs, please specify which in your subject line or in your post itself! It can be multiple, if you'd like.