[Once again, the Goetia had managed to slipped his hired entourage that evening. Honestly, how could they loose a nine foot owl demon? Though to be fair... those long legs of his made it a challenge for certain members of the DMC crew to keep up with his overly eager childlike enthusiasm as he darted from attraction to attraction. Thankfully there was no real exchange of money and employing their services was just a ruse for having them spend time with him. So much for that plan as he found himself alone amongst the sea of carnival goers.
Doubling back, Stolas decided to retrace his steps to hopefully find the unfortunate soul who was on babysitting duty when suddenly a familiar laugh caught his attention. No... it couldn't be. Abandoning his plan, Stolas followed the sound towards the row of festival games. He had to see, he had to be sure- There through the crowd of moving bodies, he saw those large black and white ram horns causing the prince to stop dead in his tracks.
Blitzø.
There was a slight twisting pain in his chest as he awkwardly stared holes into the back of the imp's head. Was this another trick? He had seen his visage in the haunted manor earlier that day and their words were far from kind. If this was truly Blitzø in the flesh, it was coming on three months since the prince had seen him. How they left things after Ozzie's still weight heavy on his mind... What should he say?
Frozen with indecision, the Goetic Prince stood still like a statue until a fae who wasn't paying attention to their surroundings bumped into the owl. Caught off guard, Stolas staggered forward almost crashing straight into the much smaller hellborn, but he caught himself at the last second. Not looking like his usual self, a giant feather plague doctor stood before Blitzø.]
... H-hello, Blitz...
[Even if he didn't look recognizable, that voice sure was.]
3 ☆ Enter Daddy Hoot Hoot
Doubling back, Stolas decided to retrace his steps to hopefully find the unfortunate soul who was on babysitting duty when suddenly a familiar laugh caught his attention. No... it couldn't be. Abandoning his plan, Stolas followed the sound towards the row of festival games. He had to see, he had to be sure- There through the crowd of moving bodies, he saw those large black and white ram horns causing the prince to stop dead in his tracks.
Blitzø.
There was a slight twisting pain in his chest as he awkwardly stared holes into the back of the imp's head. Was this another trick? He had seen his visage in the haunted manor earlier that day and their words were far from kind. If this was truly Blitzø in the flesh, it was coming on three months since the prince had seen him. How they left things after Ozzie's still weight heavy on his mind... What should he say?
Frozen with indecision, the Goetic Prince stood still like a statue until a fae who wasn't paying attention to their surroundings bumped into the owl. Caught off guard, Stolas staggered forward almost crashing straight into the much smaller hellborn, but he caught himself at the last second. Not looking like his usual self, a giant feather plague doctor stood before Blitzø.]
... H-hello, Blitz...
[Even if he didn't look recognizable, that voice sure was.]