irony!verse

[ashes_ascending]

Dog eat dog? Fine. I can do that.  Though preferably without the sodding collar.

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[striped_wings]

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...do I even want to know?

[ashes_ascending]

Do you like pink?

((ooc: Welcome to the irony!verse XD. In which he's a fallen angel, demon, what-have-you. He won't know Malcolm.. which is saaaaad))

[striped_wings]

((That's ok, I figured I'd tag anyway. :D And we can fix!))

Pink? Uh... *thinks about nipples* Depends on the context.

[ashes_ascending]

*Would much rather be thinking about nipples himself*

Here. *He opens his black shirt at the neck revealing his 'employers' little gift * Doesn't exactly strike terror into your heart does it.

((ooc; Too right. And a sneak preview just for Malcolm!))

[striped_wings]

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...uh...

Well, the design's nice and simple at least...it could have been Hello Kitty...

*his wings are slightly tented with surprise*

Honestly with you I would have gone dark purple with copper or gold.

[ashes_ascending]

*Notes the wings with some interest* It's her favourite colour. I asked for black and she.. never mind.

I don't imagine for a second that you're in the market for a trade?

[striped_wings]

...trade?

[ashes_ascending]

Mmmh-you know. *Gestures with his fingers* Soul thing. Something you want? Need? Anything.

*Ineptitude, thy name is newly-fledged demon*

[striped_wings]

*blinks* Oh! Oh, no thanks, I don't deal in souls. *Taps chest* Lilim? Only roughly about half human? And my Dad's a frakking Raksha. I'm not sure how tradeable that would make my soul anyway.

I do have some lovely truffles, though.

[ashes_ascending]

*Smirk* Kaldoan. And mine seemed to be good enough... Bu-ut I can't force you.

*Resigned to writing the day off* Truffles sound good.

[striped_wings]

I can point you at Washington DC, if you want some gullible power-mad assholes. But no. I will drink with a demon, share bong hits with a demon and my chocolate, and occasionally fuck a demon with the proper temperament. But Ye Olde Bidness is not for me.

Besides, Incubi generally get lumped in with demons anyway.

[ashes_ascending]

Gullible. Right, good. *First thing tomorrow, then tree-duty* I have an adorable temperament, now hand over the chocolate and I'll pour you a tequila.

See? Narrow vision. Mortals just don't understand the subtle differences. *Shrug* Or the not-so-subtle ones.

[striped_wings]

Depends on the mortal. But I'm biased--I understand disdain for them is fashionable, but I've never managed it.

Adorable, huh? *soft chuckle as he fishes a packet of truffles from his bag*

[ashes_ascending]

Consider me newly-biased. Not that I've anything against them for being mortal, they're simply fair game.

*Reaches for the tequila, and he hasn't even drugged it*

[striped_wings]

Yeah, some of my relatives feel that way. I just can't do it. They're too much fun, and I'm just not mean enough for that sort of thing.

Of course, when they secretly want to be seduced, that's my crack. I mean, c'mon.

Oh hey wait. You're a demon. *glances around and leans in conspiratorially* I got some of that Chocolate of Ultimate Darkness stuff Miss Whateley made for the solstice.

[ashes_ascending]

Oh there are rules! Of course there are, its that temptation thing that I adore. The most stoic of Cardinals? Crumbles like a sack of potatoes given the right incentives. And one can always tell if they want to be seduced. *Clears his throat* One just forgets to inform them they're shagging a demon. It's hilarious when they find out.

Which they always do.

Chocolate of Ultimate Darkness?? That sounds like the now-proverbial Cookies of Evil or something...