PCS WITH BEEL

[immortalpoet]

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[immortalpoet]

[He opens his mouth, seems to reconsider something, before making a disgruntled noise. Silent again, before he says:]

Do you really think this can be done on your lonesome?

[gluttoning]

...

[He carefully slides his empty plate to the side.]

Vergilius, I'm the Avatar of Gluttony. Nobody can stop my hunger, not even the prince of the Devildom. All I can do is keep it at bay.

I've had thousands of years to try and learn. I can't always do it on my own.

But I know when to ask for help.

[immortalpoet]

.....

[A roll of his shoulders back, a glance upwards.]

I suppose that's confirmation enough. Make sure you do.

[gluttoning]

Mn.

I have people like you keeping me in check. That's more than I've ever had outside of my family.

...

Thank you.

[immortalpoet]

Eh.

[...]






[Yeah, he doesn't know what to say to this.]

[gluttoning]

[He chuckles a little, but moves on from the topic]

What is it you do back in your City, Vergilius? I don't think you've ever told me.

[immortalpoet]

I'm a Fixer. Basically someone who can be hired to do a number of jobs. Namely violent ones.

[Fixers aren't out there saving people's cats. At least, not the high up ones.]

[gluttoning]

Like a mercenary, huh? Or do you work for a bigger organization?

[immortalpoet]

More of the former, but several Fixers are hired by groups for their work. I even work for a company, myself, at this time.

[gluttoning]

Is it something you train to do? If people are looking to hire a lot of you, it must be a service people are really desiring, even if it's brutal.

[immortalpoet]

Yes, of course. You apply to be a Fixer through an Association. It's a horrific profession, but the better your grade, the better jobs you get, and you can basically get yourself a comfortable life with good money, even a place to live.