Anybody open for a one-on-one roleplay with your friendly neighbourhood pothead? I'm open to any and all ideas! (15+, mature themes)

Vē'Êtherñøth cackles at that.

"And yet, here you are: talking to me. That's reason enough, no?" she replies, smirking at Albethore.

"Hey, Albus Dumblewhore. I notice you've given up trying to get me off of you. Why? It's no fun anymore." she adds, jumping off, shooting up to her usual height.

Vē'Êtherñøth pouts.

"So you stopped caring to make me stop? That's mean…" she replies. She hops back onto his spine, this time half growing into him. She matches her limbs to his: elbows to elbows, hands to hands, knees to knees… basically becoming Albethore. Literally.

"Nothing!" she says, cackling. "Just, you know, being me! On the bright side, at least you have a spiky demon attached to you!"

"Ooh, is the host emerging?" she asks, giggling. "How do you feel about being immortal on top of having two demons?"

"Immortal. I accidentally took a strand of your soul trying to find a strand of Albus Dumblewhore's soul. And it was a time strand. Removing that effectively reset your age to 0, without hurting you. That's permanent. Have fun with both of us!" she says, cackling and fully merging with Albethore's form alone.

"Too late, I'm already here to stay!" the words echo inside of the host's head now, instead of out loud.

"Hah! I'm here for Albewhore, not you! You're just as gross as you find me!" she replies, snickering.

"Well, it doesn't seem like it! He seems to be different from you, seing as how you're talking and he isn't!" she states. "Also, that doesn't matter to one as old and powerful as me. That's how Albewhore can host me: I'm powerful enough to give him some power to host me. That's what was happening earlier before you interrupted!"

"Yeah. Albewhore is my host now. What are you going to say to that?" she replies, snickering again.

"Yes. It's very possible." she giggles, trying her best not to burst out laughing so she doesn't give everyone a headache. Although… could she give everyone a headache by mentally laughing? She decides against figuring that out for now.

"You forget, your host is immune to death now." she says. "Also, you're still being hosted by him. You're also hosting me."

"Okay. So, I imagine you're powerful enough for me to seperate my physical form from yours, and still keep you alive indefinitely." she grins, her physical form resolving and her ethereal form staying with Albethore. "Let's go have some fun, shall we?"

She turns and starts running, her form shifting and becoming more aerodynamic. She links with Albethore's form, forcing him to move with her while allowing her to stay seperate from him.

"So, we're going to set some people on fire. A lot of people. Preferably one bone at a time, just because why not!" she says, the winds trying to steal her words but failing.

"Very, very carefully!" she says, turning and grinning at Albethore. "And don't worry! We'll kill some people in ways you like as well! You know, flaying them alive, etc etc."