[OPEN] Childish anger intensifies

[stupidmammon]

Sender: Mammon
To: Everyone
Subject: Journal Text

[ Enjoy his cutesy comic sans like hand writing. ]



I. CAN'T. TAKE IT ANYMORE!

WHERE THE HELL IS ALL THE VALUABLES IN THIS PLACE?! NOT A CENT. NOT A GRIMM. NOT A SINGLE MORSEL OF MONETARY VALUE.

HOWS ANYONE SUPPOSE TO LIVE LIKE THIS?!



I feel like I'm losing my mind.

Comments

Sender: Satan

[angelbirth]

[ Wh--What does Mammon mean there's not a single Grimm? He literally tossed every single Grimm he poofed into this world with into Mammon's stupid Christmas stocking and for what? This stupid, ungrateful son of...! ]

Hey, Mammon. Where are you? My Christmas stocking was stuffed full of Grimm. I don't mind parting with it.

[ This isn't true at all, but if it means Mammon will tell him where he is so he can slam his journal into Mammon's face... ]

Sender: Ichiban Kasuga

[rpgminded]

Is it really that bad? I kinda like that you don't really have to think too much about money being here.

[stupidmammon]

Wait. Seriously?? How come I didn't even sense any grimm in your stocking?? Man I really hate how this place keeps messin' with me!

[stupidmammon]

Is it really that bad?
IS IT REALLY THAT BAD??

WHAT DO YOU MEAN IS IT REALLY THAT BAD?! OF COURSE IT'S BAD! I FEEL LIKE I'M GOIN' THROUGH WITHDRAWL HERE

[rpgminded]

[Bruh, what.]

Money withdrawal? Do you swim in a pool of it or something? We can get a lot of things here if we just work for them.

[stupidmammon]

Maaaaan I wish! If we're bein' honest here I'm broke half the time.

[rpgminded]

You know swimming in yen is probably painful anyway.

[Take it from a guy who takes out a wad of bills to slap people in the face at times.]

Well look at it this way then - you can't really go broke here. You can only go up! What did you use your money on?

[stupidmammon]

What you mean like back home? Mostly on myself, like new clothes, cool shades, demonus. But most of the time my money went straight to these evil witches.

[rpgminded]

Cool shades and new clothes I can understand, but what are demonus? By 'evil witches' did you mean you had evil stepmoms or something?

[stupidmammon]

Oh right, I forget you guys prolly ain't ever heard of it before. It's special alcohol in the devildom, but it only really affects demons. An' no, they're the real deal.

[angelbirth]

Maybe your senses would be working better if you practiced dreamotion.

[ But more importantly: ]

So? Do you want the Grimm or not? Where are you?

[rpgminded]

So clothes, booze and nice shades - yeah I can respect that. And your a demon, huh? As long as you're not the evil asshole type, then that's cool with me.

I'm Ichiban Kasuga, nice to meet Mammon-san.

[stupidmammon]

Practicin' dreamotion is such a pain in the ass though.[ SIIIIIIIGh ]

But yes pls~!! I'm in the livin' room! Hehee~ I knew you were my favorite brother for a reason~!

[stupidmammon]

What you mean like the creepy posessin' kind or the 'imma seduce ya til you crumble' kind? I ain't either so you ain't gotta worry but now I'm curious.

I'm The Great Mammon~, but just Mammon is fine too I guess.

[angelbirth]

[ Satan is rolling his eyes. Mammon never changes. Greedy 100% of the time, lazy 75% of the time. ]

How fortunate that it was me who ended up here with you.

[ From his research spot, Satan angrily slams his journal shut and stands up. It's a shame that the walk back to their treehouse is more than a few minutes away because that gives Satan plenty of time to think of the variety of ways he'd like to see Mammon suffer.

But worry not, Mammon. Satan does make it back home eventually, boiling on the inside, calm on the outside. Hopefully things stay that way because Satan would hate for his dreamotion energy to set fire to their home. ]

Mammon, you home?

[stupidmammon]

Saaataaaan~!

[ Mammon's head perks up from the couch in their livingroom. He gives him a big dumb grin as he sets his journal to the side. ]

[angelbirth]

[ If Mammon weren't his brother, and if Satan hadn't known him for his entire life, Satan would almost find him sweet. Satan swiftly crosses the room, his expression fairly neutral as if he's still deciding if he wants to yell at him or hit him. ]

Hey. So you really are hurting for Grimm, aren't you?

[ It's not like Mammon spent the Grimm anywhere, that's for sure. ]

[stupidmammon]

Absolutely! It feels like my whole soul is just slowly slippin' away ya know? Lil bits of Mammon all floatin' into the air!

Sender: Alastor

[lonelysmiles]

[Alastor is having a good laugh at your expense, Mammon. And he's gonna be a little shit-stirrer.]

You know, I heard rumors that the crystals that power things around here are quite rare and valuable...

[stupidmammon]

[ alastor nooo ]

Wait.

Are you bein' for real right now?

[lonelysmiles]

[Alastor yes.]

You haven't noticed people discussing those crystals? True, not many seem to discuss them, but there was some information not too long ago about them not being the same as the crystals found in the local mine.

[stupidmammon]

Wait, you ain't talkin' abut the crystals we hadta use for those dumb who people, are ya? Cause I already tried to take some of 'em home and Satan wouldn't let me.

[lonelysmiles]

No no no no! The ones that run appliances and other such things here! Surely you remember when they first appeared a few months back?

[stupidmammon]

[ . . . Something about this feels so fishy to him, but he can't risk not having something to gain here. ]

O-Oh yeah. Definitely. I totally remember that.

[lonelysmiles]

If you don't believe me, have a look: Last month, sent by what seems to be a former resident. The subject line is "Crystal Observations". And two months ago by the same author, "Crystal Research". You can't miss them.

[The best way to screw with someone? Use the absolute truth to prey on their weaknesses.]