Like a Dungeon Dragon (Hellfire)

Standing at the door, she didn't bother to knock. Who was she to even knock to be greeted? The door should open up to her; even her raven could feel her sense of superiority rubbing off of it. His eyes narrowed making his purple bags wrinkle more; before he can release an obnoxious 'kaw' from its ajar beak, a low hissing sound emitted from his mistress pursed lips, "Patience, my pet; be patient and the door shall upon up to you. I'm sure even our buggy friend knows hospitality."

All the pent up energy for a boisterous yellow was released in a low frustrated coo as he ruffled his feathers before flapping hard to switch shoulders. It's neck stretched in curiosity then disgust as it practically sneered once hearing the thumps of heavily filled burlap sack and creaking squeaks of old wood. Yellow serpentine eyes blinked unamused, but a chuckled shook her chest once at the idea of the obese sack to fall through the floor with his heavy wobbles.

The worn door wiggled up with a shove revealing a dirty bag of bugs that made even the grotesque voodoo dolls jealous. For something without eyes, even the black gapping holes on his 'face' seemed to move, whille observing and recognizing her. The Fey resisted frome scrunching her nose at his smell, the sight of his stains, and his snake like tongue when he spoke, "Ooh? Last time I checked, I was the only green witch you know. Surely you haven't replaced me with another."

With one step forward, she crossed the threshold with Diablo gliding in ahead of her. Her eyes didn't even scan around his abode; she new it was 'quaint', 'wretched', and overall nothing she would soil her robes by sitting on it. As usual, she perfered to stand. Turning around fluidly, she gave a small smile at him, "Well of-course, darkness can't just stay away, and seeing how there are still...devious minds around like yourself, humor and infoorm me of the worlds' on-goings."

Her thinly arches brows rosed with a hum as she waited, and if he knew her well, he wouldn't disappoint or tried to make a patient woman out of her. While she chattered with Oogie, Diablo had other motives. Flapping around from perch to perch, his eyes narrowed about. He didn't see a hair, horn, foot, or tail of those filthy heathens, Oogie's henchmen.

He wouldn't land on the floor in their presence even if his life depended on it. They wouldn't hesitate to yank his feather free, and his mistress didn't give him any orders to NOT gouge any eyes out today. With those fiends out of sight, he somewhate relaxed until a cockroach was spotted crawling on the floor.

Flapping down, he landed next to it and followed in amusement before pecking it down until it stilled.

Her skin nearly rippled into scales at the audacity that he could be comparing her to the mediocre crones of this meek graveyard of a world; for a moment the pupils of her eyes sharpened, but retreated back calmly. With her chin arched highly, she proudly hummed back at him. She highly doubted he could consider her fun on the account he hardly last long enough to see her...be loose and let her hair down in the fury of her fiery passion.

She blinked flatly and his unnecessary repetition; the long her lags, it became harder to hold unto her 'lady-like' qualities. Her eyes widened, which could be translated as alarm and shock, since she surely was at her new-found tolerance level. Of-course she knew darkness and the heartless was about; HELL, she was up and running, the Mistress of all Evil, the bastard child of Darkness, and seed of Evil in a feminine body. Then she blinked at the sound of her old assembly.

Hm? The Hellfire Council Her brows could arch any higher. Blinking slowly, she gaze diverted to her familiar who gawked back at her. The bird's eyes narrowed even more and became even more motivated to bounce and fluttered about in the manor to find any trinket to snag, bugs to peck, and anything fragile to tip over from its perch. The idea of what he was talking about seemed so ludacris that she had to chuckle; it was absolutely laughable.

"Hellfire Council, what Hellfire Council? Surely you aren't missing a few earwigs or roaches in there Oogie. That's very...," her laughter faltered; she spoke to soon. Damn the blasted devil, he was devouring a beetle in front of her without any sense of decency. Naturally her nose just wrinkled in distaste with a roll of her eyes, "unlike you."

Her lips parted enough with her chuckle to show her teeth, "So what in the worlds are you talking about? Don't tell me you manage to get off this rat hole and somehow reached...Jafar, found Ursula, sway Hook, convince Hades, and so on and so forth."

A long painted nail tapped and traced around the green orb on her staff, "It would be a miracle enough if they join your campaign; seeing how...some can get wrapped up in their own endeavors."

His ooown lot, those very words were enough to make her giggle or gag at the amusing and wretched thought. Yet he never mentioned how many. What could she expect from a gambler who took her place or thought he was suitable for such responsibility. If he had large numbers surely a proud bug like himself with gloat and boast about it, and if he had a bad hand perhaps he would keep quite or speak even loudly to birth fuel and life to a fooling lie. Either way, there was hardly much to be impressed about it.

"Looks can be fooling Oogie; many would look at you and not see such a commodity to the rise of darkness or any invader of a world. So perhaps...you need to look over this lot of yours. Now how only like yourself ever managed to meet them?" With the question at hand Diablo fluttered up on one of the houses' beams above Oogie's head. If he was able to traverse worlds, surely the smartest thing to do was to seek her out. It wouldn't be bright for an abnormal sight of a hefty bag of bugs to be wobbling around the snowy cobblestone of Traverse Town or bouncing in the sunlight of Twilight Town.

"From the looks of this world, it hardly changed let alone have influences of many visitors or your own; as rumors has it, Jack Skellington is still the proud Pumpkin King as if there's nothing to be weary of. Even the heartless here are somewhat silent."

She resisted from the left corner of her lip twist in a smirk. Jack Skellington was still a thorn in his back. She let him recover the ego wound, then she gave a light nod of the head. With a gentle wave of her hand, Diablo soared down to her shoulders as she made her way to the exit, "Vey well, I should be on my way; I shall return and hopefully this will all turn out how you hoped it be. But be reminded as long as Jack is still around as well as the key; there will still be a little problem. Be sure to handle that, The One True...Pumpkin King. May those you found serve you well, you're making a commendable effort. Do not fail."

"I'll return, and when in doubt, send a shadow." Turn on her heals, her cloak whipped as her strong long stride gait carried her quickly. She could feel Diablo turn on her shoulder to give the bag of bug a hissing warning before the pair was devoured by green flames.