Desdemonia

Ｔｈｅ Ｇａｍｅ Ｍａｓｔｅｒ D e s d e m o n i a 🅃🄷🄴 🅅🄸🄳🄴🄾 🄶🄰🄼🄴 🄳🄴🄼🄾🄽 "Is that... Boss Music?!" ❤ and 🔃

"I appreciate it." She leans back in the chair again and looks around the meeting room. "Its a little odd to me still that I feel like I can be myself more here than when I was alive."

Des smiles, but she leans in and leans on her arms. "-Not- that kind of hole- but if it were, I'd agree. Thanks for helping me reach this point. I'm really enjoying working here with the three of you."

"Actually, yea." She pushes herself back and forth in the chair, "People will do anything to be the best or be on the top of the charts. Though their failures come with a price, they still come back insisting on more power, more items, to be the best, the bigger the hole."

"I don't think they don't care, maybe something came up?" D looks at the door expectantly then back at Vox. "The launch went well, at least. So there is some good news. I'm not sure if the others would share my excitement in that." She tries giving him a reassuring smile.

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Des slides into a chair, slumping down into it with her fluffy black coat keeping her warm. She just stares at the table in a daze, waiting.

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Des nods and slowly closes the door, furrowing her brows. Really, was she so tired to forget that easy?There isn't any time wasted as she gets ready and leaves about ten minutes later, eyes slowly staring at the walls as she passes through the hall ways on her way to the meeting.

"I have no excuse. I woke up feeling like shit and I got distracted with trying to stay alive. I'll change and we can go. Give me like two minutes."

"Yea, yea. It could be worse. Want to come in? I'll make you coffee." She opens the door a bit wider. In the back, the queavies are snuggling up with each other on the couch, their faceted bug eyes staring right at him from across the room.

| Slowly opens the door, her hair a mess and she looks like she hasn't slept for days. | Hello...?- Huh, Vox?

I would imagine the smell of hot wires.

Well, depending on what it is, I'm sure you could just let someone else deal with it. |She shrugs and lightly leans against the desk.| I had to step away for a bit to clear my head. I got a bit frustrated with one of the bugs I was working on.

Hey, Vox. |D offers a wave.| Nothing in particular. I was just stopping by to see how you were doing. I'm going to be going out for a bite to eat, would you like anything?

| Out walking the queavies! |

| She's plugged in at her terminal, her eyes glazed over and staring at the ceiling. It's experimental, but she's trying to create a digital copy of herself. |

Does that hurt?

|Des fixes his hat and covers him with a blanket. Happy with the results, she nods once and then turns down any lights before heading back to her room, careful to close the door behind her quietly.|

Why do they call it an Adam's apple when Lucifer is the apple man?