Who: Damien and the Horsepersons Where: Sunset Tower Hotel When: Evening What: Meeting and planning Rating: TBD Status: Incomplete
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The time had come. It was here. A bit early than he'd originally thought, but it was here. The Apocalypse had finally arrived. And not a small one plotted by your average demon. Oh no, this was The Big One, believed by many to happen in the alleged End Times, as they put it. Fire-and-brimstone preachers lived for this sort of thing.
Of course now that it was actually taking place, they were likely pissing in their pants instead. Damien, meanwhile, found it.. exhilarating and interesting. This was a high-paced train ride, and he wanted to ride it until the end. He wasn't sure what he'd be doing to help them, just that he had to. It was his fate. His destiny. He knew better than to fight that.
But when he got up on the elevator on his floor, he stopped at the end of his hall. On each side of his door were two motorcycles, four in all. He also sensed a presence. Something familiar, like.. supernatural. It was huge. He sighed, opening his door as he stepped inside. And then he saw them in various parts of his residence. Two men, a woman, and a skeletal figure in a robe. He asked jokingly, "Umm.. hi. Mind if you all tell me who you are? And please don't say you're selling vacuums. I'm not buying."