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  • June 21
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•Name•
| Garin Jintamethorn |

•Gender•
| Male |

•Sexuality•
| Bisexual |

•Species•
| Antichrist |

•Account type•
| Duende Roleplay |

•Faceclaim•
| Adam Lambert |

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Garin.

Can you tell me why the hell are you blocking my front door?

*she nudged the Antichrist - or rather, a bleeding heap of Antichrist on her porch with her foot, unamused eye bright in curiosity, though; few could get him in this state*

*and then, her hand brushing on her necklace, her face paled as she saw it*

...What did you do to piss Lucifer off?
...It was...

*he could barely mouth words out of his mouth before hurling out congealed black goo, cough, spat, and tried again*

...He wanted...no more...no more Antichrist...And he...he...

...Help...


*bloody, shaking hands reached out for her; he didn't even think she'd save him, he didn't even know why he came here - but he had nowhere else to go, truly*
...You're asking for help. You?

*she almost looked amused as she crouched down, took his hand with one of hers, while the other raised his chin up to inspect his eyes - completely black, no gleam, yet they shone with incredible determination*

I could tell him where you are. Have him finish the job.

I can finish you off myself and he wouldn't mind, even. Why should I help you, Garin?
...

*she was right, and he had no strength to run away this time, only closed his eyes and braced for it*

*and then, it came to him*

...Help me...and I'll help you get rid of him...Lucifer. Get him to where he can't touch you...us again...

...You want freedom, Ophelia, I...
*another cough, another hurl, and he fell from her grasp, writhing on the floor* ...I can help you get it...Please...Please...
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Oh, Garin?

*Set gave the Antichrist a little smirk as he approached, too confident, too bold for anyone's liking but he didn't care, happy to disturb the normal status quo*

...I have a proposition for you.
...Prince Garin.

*lounging at an abandoned rooftop; this gave a good view of Velvet up ahead, tilting his head; few idiots tend to visit him, and those idiots tend to be really, really insane in one way or another*

If it's my hand for marriage you have to sign a form first. *leans back on his chair and reaches for his beer can*
Unfortunately it's not a marriage I seek Your Highness. *he grinned, crossing his arms and sighing, glancing out at the view and raising an eyebrow at it* 

You're obsessed, I see.

Anyways. You're searching for something and I have the answer for you~ You're wanting to cause chaos, just like I am, yes? I can aid you in that.