Underworld

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THE UNDERWORLD

There are many names for it, and many purposes. To some, it's simple the land of the dead, good or bad. To others it's a place for sinners. Or the realm of monsters. Be it a firey pit, a barren wasteland, or a series of caves, it's not a place for mortals to tread on their own. Perhaps you're a denizen of this space. Or you've ended up at the gates and you can't quite recall how. Or you're on a quest to save a loved one. Or you're hapless fool who read the wrong latin passage allowed and now you're trapped. No matter how you got there, good luck getting out. ♆ Post a top level with your character and canon. Include any preferences you may have. If you're feeling bold, write a starter! ♆ Tag around, make your own world. ♆ Please mark any potentially triggering content

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[devilsheel]

[ His doubt was well placed. Chloe had to lean into him once her feet were on the ground again. She began patting her front pockets down to locate her keys, pulling on the key ring to tug them loose for him. ]

We can save the frisking for another day.

[ When they didn’t have important matters to tend to. When they weren’t acting like this was just another day on the job, only this time it included demons. ]

[turnanythingon]

Shame. I intended to be very thorough.

[ Some day they would get around to discussing just how many of their former cases involved demons, celestials, powerful artifacts, and other not-so-human elements. Or perhaps how many didn't when he was so sure they did.

He unlocked the car for her, and lingered far longer than necessary to make sure she got into the car without issue. Only once her door was shut did he move around to get behind the driver's seat. Making even more of a fuss than usual about how difficult it was to get behind the wheel after she'd been driving. ]

Between how you drive and how close you sit to the windscreen, I really do wonder if you're secretly an old woman and you've never told me.

[devilsheel]

Colour me surprised.

[ She rolled her eyes and couldn’t help it. They were back on the ol’ banter train; it was as if he’d never left and nothing had happened. Chloe had missed this, she’d missed it so much. She’d missed him. Lord, and that fussing...

Her seatbelt clicked in, her bag dumped at her feet. As long as he didn’t fuss too much with how she had her mirrors set up, this could be a smooth ride. ]

No wonder that charm and eye thing of yours never works on me—I’m too old to fall for that.