Owner	Pose
Daimon Hellstrom	Living with Daimon Hellstrom has its upsides and its downsides. One of the downsides is how rude he is. It's not especially awful -- usually -- but it's just part and parcel of who he is.     Case in point: Daimon knocks on Jennifer's door, rap-rap, and then says, "Kale, I'm coming in." He doesn't wait for her to respond before opening the door.
Jennifer Kale	Thankfully, Jennifer doesn't make it a habit to lounge around without clothes on! She's in a pair of sweatpants that looks like she stole them from an ex, the waistband rolled a few times just to get the hems off the ground and make it fit around her hips, and tanktop that stops a few inches shy of her navel. There's also a pair of gator slippers on her feet. She IS still a swamp girl, after all. Having been lounging on the bed with a book and some music, she sits up when Daimon comes striding into the room, amusement touching her eyes and lips even as she halts the music. "Must be kinda important if you're just bustin' in, I guess? What's up?"
Daimon Hellstrom	When Jennifer comments on Daimon 'just busting in,' his expression seems confused for a second, as if this is just how he enters rooms. "Not really," he says. He himself is wearing a black t-shirt and black jeans. Demon-spawn casual.     "I need to head down into Hell to check on some seals and make sure they're still keeping back some bad shit. I should be gone for a few hours." He seems like he's about to turn and leave, then pauses. "If you want to come and see what eternal damnation looks like, you're welcome to tag along."
Jennifer Kale	Chuckling, Jenn just smiles at him, "Usually, people wait for the all clear before entering a room if they're going to bother to knock. Not that it's terribly important for me personally, just.. note for the future." Then she's rolling up to her feet and setting the book on the nightstand. "Cool, give me a minute to toss on something else? Last thing I need is to get sulfur and brimstone all over my favorite slippers." She grabs up a pair of shorts and a pair of socks, along with some boots that look like they've already been to Hell and back. It takes her less than a minute to get changed, catching up with him along the way. "Okay. So. Fair warning. A lot of the demons don't really like me and want me dead but... it's a family thing. Hellphyr's sort of trapped in my Tome and his minions are really pissy with me for keeping him there."
Daimon Hellstrom	Daimon doesn't actually leave the room so Jennifer can change. He just leans in the doorway and folds his arms, waiting. He's at least looking at the floor, rather than at her. If anything, he seems more annoyed at having to wait a minute than curious to see her changing.     "Well. You'll be with me, which comes with no small amount of protection," Daimon says, still looking at the floor. He doesn't bother getting into the politeness of barging in vs. not barging in.     "The things down there know not to mess with me. And the things that DO mess with me quickly become examples to the others."
Jennifer Kale	"I'm just givin' you a heads up. Ancient evil with an ancient grudge... loooooooooots of minions that like to try'n get a piece of me," Jennifer chuckles as she falls into step with him, thumbs hooking through the beltloops on her shorts. "Still totally game to go down an' check out if things are any different than th' last time I was there." Flashing a grin at him, she offers, "See, this is why it's nice to have friends that know the whole you. Don't have to to go to Hell alone." Jennifer glances at him and lifts a shrug, "And hey, if you want, I'm happy to help bolster the seals, too."
Daimon Hellstrom	"Well, hopefully they're all still intact," Daimon says, as he leads Jennifer down the halls of his mansion. "The issue is mostly that a year passes here, but it's a whole geological era down there. Lots of stuff can happen in what equals out to tens of millions of years." Daimon lets out a little snort.     He leads Jennifer into one of the rooms where he keeps some of his artifacts -- there seems to be a little altar created, and with her familiarity with things magic, it's clear that this room is meant as a transportation spot. Probably one with only the one potential destination.     "Step back a second," Daimon says, and then reaches into thin air -- and when his hand closes, suddenly he's grasping a trident, the weapon wreathed in hellfire. "Hellfire won't burn your clothes, but it'll feel like you need skin grafts on your soul." With the trident in hand, Daimon moves toward the altar, drawing shapes in the air with it until a glowing red portal opens. "Anyway, you know the drill -- keep your hands and feet inside the ride, don't eat anything, check yourself for ticks... blah, blah."
Jennifer Kale	"That would be th' hope, yeah. But I've learned not to trust 'hope'. It's nice, but it lies a lot. Like that one friend who's really sweet but will stab you in th' back quicker'n you can blink. Don't even mean to do it, they're just too dumb for this world," Jennifer lifts a small shrug and glances sidelong at him, grinning. "Pretty sure it feels th' same for Hellphyr, trapped in th' Tome." She follows him to the special room, glancing around and taking in the magical energies, then giving a nod and taking a big step back from him. The trident gets a curious look, but she doesn't linger on it too long, "I'm aware... but thanks for th' heads up." Then he's opening the portal and she gives a chuckle for the 'rules', nodding, "Gotcha." Jenn will wait for him to either step through or motion her through before going into the portal.
Daimon Hellstrom	Daimon walks in first, without ceremony. It's probably considered poor form to open strange portals to Hell and then demand the OTHER person go through first.     On the other side, the skies are red, and the heat is worse than New Mexico in August. Daimon's appearance has changed. He's shirtless, wearing demon-hide leather trousers and boots, his red eyes glowing -- as is the pentagram on his chest. The landscape is a vast plane of mountains and quarries, with no civilization within sight. There's no sun or moon in the sky, no way to tell what time of day or night it might be.
Jennifer Kale	Jennifer heads through after him, her appearance not changing as she steps through into Hell, though she takes a moment to look over the changes his appearance takes on. "Now I'm curious.. is th' shirt destroyed, or does it reappear when you go back to th' house?" Taking in the ambience, she glances sidelong to him, "Love th' heat, missin' th' humidity. So dry. Mountains are nice, though. Can't say I've ever really been to where there's mountains."
Daimon Hellstrom	Daimon offers a crooked little half-grin. "Oh, I'll look just like I did once we go back. This place really brings out the demon in me." Whether or not he's kidding about that is anyone's guess.     "The mountains are a great view. There are probably a few million damned souls trying to climb them now -- too small to see. They'll never reach the summit. Even if they don't fall -- which they WILL -- they'll just keep climbing forever." Daimon points his trident down what appears to be a path into a valley. "Unfortunately, Kale, we're walking. Hope you brought your comfortable shoes."
Jennifer Kale	Snorting out a small laugh, Jennifer shakes her head and grins at him, "That was terrible. Great, but also terrible." She glances towards the mountains again, then lets out a laugh, "Sisyphus Mountains, got it." Then she's glancing down at the work hiking boots and chuckling, "Yeah, pretty sure I got th' good ones on... these boots been through th' swamp with me an' are still kickin'." She tucks her hands into her pockets and nods at him with a smile, "Lead on, MacDuff."
Daimon Hellstrom	"Sisyphus everything, really," Daimon says. "Most of the souls here, they don't get the hot poker treatment. If anything, they'd beg for something that's as clear-cut a punishment as that. They just... toil. Endlessly. Without a payoff, without anything to let them know that what they're doing is worth anything. Imagine walking this path we're on for millions of years and never reaching any destination."     Daimon seems amused by the idea, if anything. Maybe he wasn't lying about this place making his demonic side flare up.     "Pretty sure there's no UV radiation, at least, so you don't have to worry about sunburn," he says as he starts down the path.
Jennifer Kale	"I mean... that's just life, really. Albeit, generally with an end. Not always, though." Jennifer lifts a shrug as they walk along the path, glancing this way and that to see what else she can see. She'll look to Daimon with a faint smile, "Most people, anyways. They'll work an' work an' work... what do they ever get to show for it? What's th' payoff?" She quirks a smile at him and offers, "To be fair, I haven't ever worried 'bout UV radiation. I'm way more likely to die from somethin' else." Jennifer nudges his shoulder lightly and smiles at him, "So this is your second home, huh?"
Daimon Hellstrom	"Not quite a villa in Spain, is it?" Daimon says with a little smirk. He doesn't object to the shoulder nudge, but doesn't return it, either. He feels... more solid, here, than he does in the earthly realm. Like the strength in him, the formidability, has been jacked up exponentially.     "I think of it less as a home and more of an inheritance. Usually, a burden. Such as today -- making sure that seals older than human history are still in place." He lets out a very mild scoff. "It's not really an ideal vacation spot unless you like falling asleep to anguished screams."