*A few hours after having woken up in a freezer of the morgue, Azazel had taken hold of a nice blanket and hospital scrub pants. He holds the blanket close around himself and fiddles with the odd communication device before it flickers on with video feed. It must be some kind of communication device. Wireless. Impressive. Years ahead of Azazel's
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Have a small child staring at you in complete amazement and admiration.]
Even with the crazy-ass accent you've got going on, you are so awesome.
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...Ah thank you.
*Azazel didn't know how to take it. Especially, from looked to be, a human.*
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[Because that is the important thing here!]
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Yes. I have killed many people with it.
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You have to be on my side, okay? [There's a pause, and she tips her head to the side, curious.]
You better stab the jackasses that you kill with your tail and not strangle them with it.
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*Were there sides established here already? No. What was he doing? He was talking to a human child, of all things!*
...You're not scared of me?
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[She sobers up then, and looks a little offended that he'd ask.]
I know I can kick your ass, so there's nothing to be afraid of.
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You're quite the brave for a human.
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So if you're not human, does that make you some kind of demon or something? You talk too nice to be like one of the monsters out of my comic books.
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Some call me that, yes. The correct term is mutant.
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If I were you? I'd be telling everyone I'm the Devil, and I'd fuck their shit up if they didn't do what I wanted them to. You could even make deals with people where they think they're giving up their soul for crap you can't really give them!
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I prefer the name Azazel, anyways.
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[She shrugs, and points to herself.]
I'm Mindy.
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Have you seen any other mutants, with strange powers here, Mindy? *Maybe she had seen his comrades.*
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