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thefuriousmagician · 5 years
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theheadlessgroom · 6 years
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As he followed Mortimer out of the building, Randall wondered just what Prismo was doing there: Of course, Mortimer had already mentioned some sort of business meeting, but why there of all places, he wanted to know.
Brow furrowed, he glanced up to Mortimer, asking, “You don’t think Prismo is Pele’s...?”
He then stopped himself, frowned, and shook his head, saying, “Nah.” If she was, that news would get around, wouldn’t it? Prismo struck him as a relatively big-name dealer, so him having offspring would get others attention, he’d think...
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devilshenanigans-fm · 4 years
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Mini About 04
Things to know about Dealer Prismo:
was banished from Hell on account of illegal use of human souls
as a result was entrusted to a human cleanser (Elissa Laurent) and forced to become one
Later on developed feelings for Elissa and her towards him
she ended up dying later on,,,
stricken with grief, he became a dealer and legally deals human souls
keeps a soul, an Egore Von Bite’s, in his possession at all times
uses it for comfort and a means to hold on to Elissa’s memory with a vice grip
has been in the mortal realm since the late 1700′s
had a real difficult upbringing
never had parents and was accepted into multiple foster homes
eventually joined a gang who dealt with human souls illegally, thus his reason for being banished
one of the highest ranking dealers in the world
happens to be an extremely good business partner
known for selling some of the more ideal souls for consumption or magic resource
((soul laws are SUPER weird so uh. might explain later))
pretty amazing at chess and gambling
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Mortimer nodded, replying, “Yes. All I need to do is get it back from Prismo.” He snapped his fingers, easily summoning said dealer in. Prismo frowned at the devil, before glancing to Hattie. He immediately realized what was going on; he snarled at Hattie angrily in response. Mortimer unfolded a wing, easily making a barrier between the two.
The older Hatbox Ghost smiled smugly at Prismo. Had he been younger and more unruly, and possessed a working tongue, he would probably have blown a raspberry at the lesser 'Dealer’, though his sense of decorum prevented him from doing so.
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thefuriousmagician · 5 years
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thefuriousmagician · 6 years
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Please help i’m falling into the Phantom of the Opera and now I want to make a Prismo and Elissa tPofO au now
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thefuriousmagician · 6 years
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thefuriousmagician · 6 years
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Some sketches I did this week.
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thefuriousmagician · 6 years
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Prismo is very fancy boi. Then again, one needs to be well composed to get people to sell their being to a demon.
@theheadlessgroom this boi is threatening Randall with fashion XD
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thefuriousmagician · 6 years
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How dare???
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thefuriousmagician · 5 years
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oh my GOD this was amazing
(Totally saving this for a Prismo playlist)
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thefuriousmagician · 5 years
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theheadlessgroom · 6 years
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Mortimer hummed, "I doubt it... I could still sense her soul and I doubt a dealer would go for anything less than a soul... knowing how Prismo acts..." He smiled with a soft chuckle at Randall's somewhat irrational, anxious thoughts. He responded to his worries, "And I don't believe they'll come for me... They're good people... They were just afraid..." He lifted his head slightly, asking, "Wouldn't you be...? If a large demon wielding a scythe came through the wall to end your mother's life?"
“If I had seen you that day,” Randall admitted softly, “I don’t like to think I would’ve shot at you…but I think I would’ve tried to stop you…begged you to spare her, if only for a little longer…”
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Egore glared at him with a small laugh from Prismo. The dealer hummed, “Well, I can summon Satan if you want me to?” Egore groaned, “Oh god, don’t. I don’t like acting all respectful and junk.”
“And why would you act respectful, Egore? Our world’s Lord Lucifer isn’t worthy of much praise, and I highly doubt that one is.”
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theheadlessgroom · 6 years
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Mortimer frowned at what Randall said, simply listening to the ghost carefully like he was listening to a lecture. He looked at his hands, clearly thinking before sighing, “I’m sorry. I’m very sorry that your mortality was like that.” He offered him a sad smile, “At least you didn’t need to learn too late. I learned my fair share far later than I would’ve liked. A Dealer you’ve interacted with certainly needs to learn much more. So I suppose... earlier is better than later in this case as well.”
“I figured you knew Prismo…” he muttered-he still wasn’t entirely sure how he felt about that particular demon, still wondering if he should be angry at him for what he’d done to Egore, or if he should sympathize with him for his love for Elissa…
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theheadlessgroom · 6 years
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Prismo twitched his ears at him, eyes sparking angrily. "Fine. I'll wait then," he said somewhat forcefully. The Dealer turned, sitting in one of the chairs with a grumpy glare. "I just want it back, is that too much to ask?" -Prismo
Sitting down on the bed, he replied, “I know you do. And I know Egore gave it to you himself without argument, but…I dunno, something doesn’t sit right with me about it. I don’t know what it is…but I don’t like it.”
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