Late on the 12th

[creepyoldguy]

[This is a fairly rare never before seen sight for anyone. Beetlejuice is fresh from the shower, looking utterly livid, his hair a dark shade of red. He's currently trying to get some sort of horrifying stain out of his jacket, in between giving utterly hateful looks to the mirror.]

When I get my hands on the person responsible for this compulsion, I'll make Hell look like a picnic on the boardwalk.

[That's really all the demon has to say for the moment.]

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[az_shrimp_horny]

She rolled her eyes, "Dude, so maybe they nerfed some of you guys, but they gave people like me powers when we didn't have any. If they wanted us to be completely powerless they would've done that."

[creepyoldguy]

“Nah, they want you to feel indebted to them. And anything they gave us they can take away.”

Beetlejuice shrugged.

“I’ve been around for a thousand years or so. I’ve seen shit.”

[az_shrimp_horny]

She shook her head, "You know what, dude? You believe whatever the fuck you want to believe. As long as you don't hurt anyone or trash the place? It makes no difference to me."

[creepyoldguy]

His shoulders slumped for the briefest of seconds.

“Yeah, well excuse the lack of trust-cartwheels over being summoned, de-powered, and cursed.”

[az_shrimp_horny]

She shrugged, smirking. "Hey, man, I'm not asking for cartwheels. I was pissed when I got here, too. For real. You do you. Just don't hurt anyone."