<strong>Name:Deva<br/>Location: Theatre<br/>Profession: Deva<br/>Taggin: Pesti</strong><br/><br/>Why did all the powers have this arrogance well or habit, well or tick or.. something! of using their real name, or anaphors of it? It made things tooo easy!<br/><br/>"Oooh! that explains it!.. the smell that is. I'm gonna call you Pesti ok, I'd call you Pasti but that'd make me hungry over time, you know, pasta, yum yum,  Soo what are you doing around hereee?"<br/><br/>Deva asked,tilting her head, adding, seemingly out of the blue,<br/><br/>"are there hammocks in hell?"<br/><br/>then, out of courtesy she returned to your questions<br/><br/>"well, no problems, I was just you know.. brooming around" showing off her broom "thinking about you know, demonic invasions, angelic invasions, also, bedbug invasions, but that's an unrelated story, if you ask me not much minor then the other options though, did you ever have bed bugs? terrible things, that's what you need a hammock for, let's hope there's never something like a hammockbug that'd be horrifying.."<br/><br/>she pondered shortly "oh and! play, yes, well, just made up stories, never could get overly absorbed into them, if it's not real it's not real fun I always say.." she looked the woman up and down closer, she imagined something like pestilence to look more..sickish. perhaps green. or blue. or an actual ilness like color, pale with red boils. Not that that would be any improvement to the current look.<br/>