Communion of the Cursed [Private/Lillian] [Vanyel/Calypso]

Ah, "A Restaurant". The finest cuisine in all of the good ole' US of A. In all honesty, it wasn't really that bad. It was pretty good and had some good choices. He ate like a king when he came! Or, at least...a very wealthy janitor. Meh, who cared? He got food in his stomach, and that was really all he cared about right now. So, standing up for a moment to stretch before sitting back down, Vanyel took a drink from his glass and leaned back in his chair.

There was something nagging at his senses. Something familiar.

'Ok, what the fuck is that? Startin' to piss me off how familiar it is, but I can't figure out why.'

Maybe it was just some cunt who held a grudge against him -- like a lot of people -- or maybe it was just random guy he met in Shadow Fall and he forgot about, just like...a lot of people. Picking up the glass and downing the rest of his drink, he slammed it down -- surprisingly not breaking it -- and started walking in the direction of the familiarity, which was to the door. They were just coming in. Well, now he could figure out what it was and pay for his meal

Taking a bit of time to focus more on his senses and probe them, there were a few things that he picked out, only one of which ended up pissing him off more: they were stronger than him. That definitely wasn't what he remembered. Grumbling to himself, at least there was one thing that he did recognize that started to narrow the options down. That was the energy of the Seal of Eris -- and, by extension, Mana -- that he could sense from her.

Well, turning the corner made the lightbulb go off -- well, more accurately, the lightbulb just fucking exploded.

She sure as hell looked different, but as he got closer, he recognized the demonic energy and the Seal of Eris -- more, specifically, the energy from the Child of Eris that she had.

Holy shit, it was the crybaby with a lot of eyes! Sure as fuck didn't remember her name, just the retarded amount of eyes that she had back then. She had eyes for days. With that thought, Vanyel said the only thing that came to mind as he grinned, waving to her.

"Yo, Girlycard! Holy shit, finally figured out why the fuck you felt so familiar!"

Quickly turning to the main counter and putting down a $50 bill, he turned back to her.

"So, fuck happened to the eyes? Did ya finally realize how fuckin' stupid that shit was and got rid of 'em?"

Fuck yeah, he knew it.

'Vanyel is Always Right Foundation, here we fuckin' go.'

With a wide grin, Vanyel gave a wink to his fellow Eris sibling, he gave a brief nod in response as he began talking, only for his grin to fade halfway through.

"Hell yeah it's me, sista'~! Ya really wanna tell me that I look different? I haven't changed at all, the fuck? Don't start tellin' me I look old, I'm 26, god damn it!"

His grin turned to a scowl real damn quick at her name. Calypso. Huh, so that was her name. Eh, Girlycard was close enough. Eyes for days gave her that right. Next thing you know, she'd have fuckin' Vagina Dentata. That was not something he wanted to imagine.

Annnnnnnnnnnnnd, she still had the eyes.

"God damn it, that's still really fuckin' creepy."

Welp, she definitely was Girlycard now. Eh, at least she wasn't covered with them at all times. He could work with this. He sat down across from her in the booth, leaning back as far as he was able to and resting his arms behind his head.

"Just kinda...existin', I guess. Haven't really been doin' much outside o' Seal o' Eris shit. Don't really have a lot to do nowadays, 'side from takin' long walks at night and... killin' rapist vampire priests, or leprechauns, I guess. Never actually did it, but it sounds like a helluva time. Whatta 'bout you? Ya ain't the timid crybaby you were when I first met ya. Hell happened there, huh?"

Now this was a change that he could get behind!

Couldn't really put his finger on the what and why, but he knew he definitely was liking the difference between then and now. So, in response to her request, all he gave was a brief chuckle and a wide-ass grin. Damn right he aged beautifully. The whole...one year of aging he did. Surely, even the most experienced detectives would have a hard time figuring out what changed.

His grin quickly faded at the notion of what had happened to her in the past year or so being so eloquently labeled as 'everything'. That was annoying. He wanted to hear what happened, not just a fucking cop-out like that. So, bringing his hands above the table, Vanyel began to slowly clap, waiting a minute before propping his head on the table with his hand.

"Riveting storytelling, Dungeon Master Asthavon. Your prose shall be remembered as even greater than even George R. R. Martin himself! Well, at least before Season 8, apparently."

Rolling his eyes, he leaned back in his chair as he continued.

"I want all the juicy details, idiot. Ya say 'everythin' happened to ya in the past year, and you're not even gonna tell me? That's a fuckin' letdown."

Putting the chair back on four legs, he tapped his fingers against the side of his face, unable to sit still.

"Eh. Probably just a dessert or somethin'. Ain't too hungry right now, so a dessert and a water'll do fine. I ain't the pink fuck that eats entire worlds when he gets his drug fruit."

Well, there was a plot twist. Another thing that had been subject to that change Calypso had gone through, something that he didn't really know how to react to, was her sudden change in tone, despite the kind smile that she gave off, it was still pretty damn eerie for her to be talkin' like that. But, he figured that he should probably respect her wishes. He'd probably get punched into the stratosphere if he didn't. Or, at least subjected to some Eldritch horror that she could probably come up with her powers.

"Uh...alright."

Shrugging as he rested his head on his palm again, he briefly turned to the waiter, rolling his eyes dismissively.

"Just a small cheesecake."

"Um, sir, what kind of cheesecake would you li--"

"Don't care. Pick one, throw a fuckin' dart at a board or somethin', I 'unno."

Stretching and leaning back as the waiter simply nodded his head and walked away, he turned back to Calypso.

"Well, that happened. Since ya don't wanna talk about 'everything' that happened to you, whaddya wanna talk about now? Floor's yours, Cal."

There wasn't much he could really do outside of letting her bring up whatever she wanted to talk about since the last year was apparently off-limits. Annoying, but whatever, he could still work with it. The waiter soon came back with the drinks, setting down two glasses of water, one for each of them, and the drink for Calypso. Without so much as giving him a glance, Vanyel gave the young man a thumbs up, before then gesturing him to go away.

"Well?"

'Course she'd go with the most obvious thing to pick from, the fuckin' restaurant's name. He chuckled quietly as he shrugged again, nodding in response. A warm, genuine smile was plastered on his features. A leg slid over the other, adjusting his seating once more, chuckling again at the dig at the restaurant.

"Yeah, it does. Got some pretty alright food, though. Guy, or girl, who made it had shit taste in name, but a pretty alright taste and talent in food."

His smile started to fade a bit at the mention of quality time with her mom. Mana fuckin' Asthavon, Queen of Demons and head honcho of Shadow Fall. Oh, as well as the Danava of Madness and Chaos. All those things together made a really damn dangerous combo. Her impression wasn't half bad, though, he gave it a 7/10, but an A for effort. Scoffing, he made a brief gesture toward her.

"You sure as hell look the part, "s'ugah". But, uh...life's been kinda drab for me, for a while now. Mostly just been livin' life. Feels weird to be doin' that. Might plan a trip to Norway at some point, been kinda wantin' to see if the place has changed any since I was there last."