PC: Charlie

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she tries scratching around the horns! ]

[productionhell]

[ happy bleating noises from razzle.... charlie giggles into her hand a bit ]

Well, I think it's safe to say he likes you, miss.

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I feel blessed.

[ With a warm smile. ]

Oh, I should introduce myself properly. My name is Euphausia.

[productionhell]

It's a pleasure to meet you, Euphausia. My name is Charlie. Is it alright if I call you Euphy?

[ razzle stretches out his belly. scratch it. scratch it!!! ]

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I don't mind. I know it is a long name. Many people back home simply call me Eupha.

[ belly??? okay. she scratches it. she can't not. ]

[productionhell]

Oh, your name is beautiful. I just like to give nicknames.

[ happy bleating noises from razzle. belly is scratched ]

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I see. [ That's sweet... ]

What kind of animal is Razzle, if you don't mind me asking?

[productionhell]

Well, he's not an animal. He's a demon. And he's... one of a kind.

[ she looks a little melancholy talking about this. razzle bleps harder. ]

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A demon...?

[ ???? ]

Oh, surely not. He seems very well-behaved!

[ Assuming "demon" is a pejorative and not like. a thing that it actually is. ]

[productionhell]

Oh, he is! [ he is charlie's special little guy ] But he's still a demon.

[ it is not ]

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... Like an actual demon?

[ ????? ]

[productionhell]

Yes. Like me.

[ she does have horns and a tail even if it is not reflected in my icons currently ]

Or... close enough, anyway. I hope that doesn't frighten you.

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I thought you were a clemar...

[ sometimes horns are just a normal thing that some people have. ]

What does that mean, exactly? To be a "demon"?

[productionhell]

A clemar? What's that?

[ she is so curious ]

Ah--- well... do you know about Hell? Or... Hades?

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A clemar is a person with horns. They're very common in Euchronia.

[ ... thinking ]

I've heard that some on the mainland believe that those with wicked hearts are condemned to some darker place when they die, although I don't know much more about it than that...

[productionhell]

Oh, I see! Is that your home?

[ well ]

You see, the darker place is real. The, er, bad place. And I'm from there. That's my home.

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Well, in a word--

[ but wait. bad place real? ] T, truly!?

... Did you do something bad?

[productionhell]

[ the bad place is real!! ]

I was born there. Truly.

[ she doesn't seem too put out by it?? ]

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I didn't think such a thing was possible. Or that if there were demons, that they would be...

... Well, I might have pictured something different?

[productionhell]

I know, I'm not really what people expect.

[ bit of a strained smile ]

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If I may ask... what is it like there?

[productionhell]

Well, it's.

[ she is struggling to word this ]

I mean... it's not... great.... there are some problems. [ what a fuckin understatement ]

But it's my home. I love it, flaws and all.

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I see... I suppose that is how people normally feel about home, isn't it?

[ her expression lightens a little, having found something relatable in this. ]

[productionhell]

Yeah, I think so. Even if it has flaws [ massive understatement alert ] it's still... your home.

What's your home like?

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[ her home... there is fondness in her expression as she thinks on it. ]

I come from the village of Eht Ria, on an island surrounded by tumultuous seas. There are beautiful beaches, lush forests, and most of all, kind and generous people. We live under the protection of our guardian deity, the Dragon God.