Dulce/Lust —> Invidia @"hyperhurricane"
Vidia waited for herself to calm down completely before she turned to look at her father. It took a little longer of course, because those had been pent up tears she'd been keeping for a while now. Between the choice of having a permanently dead father or a reincarnated form of himself, she'd have to choose the latter even if it meant he couldn't meet her for longer than she'd want. She felt rather comforted by his presence now enough to calm her when he gave her a nuzzle.
Vidia took another glance towards Dulce before turning to Asmodeus, still rubbing her eyes from her earlier fit. "My name.. my name's Invidia," she said in a low voice. She looked up at him curiously, "What.. do you exactly mean by.. being the incarnation of Lust though? Are there others?" she asked inquisitively. She'd had played with the idea about being a demon of a Sin but.. they actually exist?
Jace —> Seth @"LaFaucheuseRouge"
As Seneca and Allan had begun to delve into interesting and meaningful conversation, Seth had slowly but surely begun to fall asleep, partially due to his own tendency to space out, and partially due to the comforting warmth of the tea he had just drank. He did not have time to ponder how, exactly, he was even able to fall asleep when he was already dreaming- but so it happened, and as he slept, he found himself transported to another portion of this elaborate and chaotic shared dream...
He stood in the doorway of a horribly decimated room, the only piece of furniture still intact being a small wooden table, atop which sat a glass cover with a glowing red rose beneath it. He watched as a petal gently fell from the rose, and looked over with pitying eyes at a dark figure brooding deeper in the room. It must be hard, he thought, to be so incredibly lonely...
He suddenly felt a small tug on his dress- he was now, as it happens, wearing a simple blue frock with a white apron tied around his waist, making it look rather small and giving him a rather decent figure from the front. He looked down, and saw a small, candlestick-shaped mushroom standing at his feet. Beside this mushroom stood another, this one with a clock face on its front. Both of them were wearing expressions of knowing concern, but they tugged along at Seth's dress, pulling him out of the doorway.
"Now, now, fair one," the candlestick-mushroom said, in a surprisingly thick French accent. "Let us let zee master be for now. 'Ee 'as 'ad a trying day...Perhaps!" The mushroom perked up. "Perhaps, we could give you a tour of the castle, no?"
The clock-faced mushroom pulled the other mushroom aside, grumbling a few moments, before it reluctantly relented. "I suppose a tour wouldn't hurt," it muttered, looking away.
And so the two happy little fungi totted Seth around at their figurative heels, bringing him down to a glorious dining room where they and several other varieties of fungi sang about plates and food and being their guests, which was all very amusing to Seth, if not utterly perplexing. He wondered how the mysterious shady character brooding in the rose room was doing. He might enjoy a spectacle of this sort....
