On guns and Gabriel
Phlegethon and Mephisto talk, more or less civilly. Over tea, no less. Log probably sticks quite happily to the PG-13 guideline, for once.
Mephisto: *yes, is drinking tea. As we discussed during the night of surreality last night*
Phlegethon: *wanders in and stuff, and -- oh, look, our /favourite/ demon* Demon.
Mephisto: *raises an eyebrow* Mortal. *small pause* Tea?
Phlegethon: I have a name, you realize. *...blank look* No. You have my gun, don't you?
Mephisto: I do. As do I. *takes a sip of tea* Yes, I do.
Phlegethon: Fine. *glares, which is predictable, but --* I want it back.
Mephisto: *very calmly* No.
Phlegethon: *as patiently as he can manage* And why not?
Mephisto: Because of how you've used it previously. *sips*
Phlegethon: I hadn't realized you objected to senseless violence.
Mephisto: When it's on my lover and /his/ lover, yes.
Phlegethon: The angel shot /me/. I didn't do a thing to him with the gun.
Mephisto: Nonetheless, I believe I shall keep it.
Phlegethon: What do you /want/ with it?
Mephisto: Nothing.
Phlegethon: Then give it /back/.
Mephisto: I shall rephrase. I want you not to have it.
Phlegethon: I'm not going to /hurt Gabriel/.
Mephisto: No.
Phlegethon: Give. Me. My. Fucking. Gun.
Mephisto: I have no reason to give it to you.
Phlegethon: You have no reason to /keep/ it.
Mephisto: I want to. *tiny smile*
Phlegethon: ...Bastard. Give it.
Mephisto: No.
Phlegethon: I can be polite if you want. /Please/ give me back my fucking gun.
Mephisto: I do not think you quite understand this. *looks him straight in the eye* I am /not/ giving you this gun. I don't care what you do or say. I am keeping it.
Phlegethon: */glares/ and is working up to fury here* Fucking /demon/. Don't know what he sees in you. *will sit down now, across from Meph*
Mephisto: *placidly* Neither do I.
Phlegethon: ...I just want my /gun/, is that /so much to ask/? *scowls Mephwards*
Mephisto: I do not want you to have it.
Phlegethon: Explain that to me in terms my simplistic mind can comprehend, please.
Mephisto: I distrust you. Is that satisfactory? *tea*
Phlegethon: What do you think I'm going to do with it? *does not like tea. tea is for pansies. such as yourself, Meph. so ha.*
Mephisto: More of the same, perhaps. *AHAHAHAHA Phleg. This is not the face of a pansy.*
Phlegethon: And why do you care? *did we perhaps mention glaring?*
Mephisto: Why should I not? *did we perhaps mention not caring? OOOH, BURN.*
Phlegethon: Demon, aren't you? Don't you go for pain and suffering and the drowning of adorable helpless baby animals? *zomg BURN'D ;__;*
Mephisto: Yes, I do. *gives him a sort of why-are-you-wasting-my-time-you-fool look*
Phlegethon: I fail to see the problem. *returns said look with a because-I-have-nothing-better-to-do-and-I-don't-like-your-/face/ look*
Mephisto: I fail to understand why this gun is so important. *looks mildly amused*
Phlegethon: It's important. Trust me. And I want it back. *Hadesii don't sulk, but if they /did/...*
Mephisto: I distrust you. Have you forgotten so soon? *still amused, yes*
Phlegethon: You don't need to trust me. *just annoyed, really*
Mephisto: *raises an eyebrow and reaches into his coat*
Phlegethon: Well? *watches warily, given the things demons probably carry around in their coats*
Mephisto: *pulls out a gun from an inside pocket-- demonmodded up, and though similar, not Phlegethon's* *lays it on the table*
Mephisto: Is this acceptable to you?
Phlegethon: *glances at it for a very brief moment, then looks back up, and this is disappointment more than anything else* No.
Mephisto: It will work just as well.
Phlegethon: I know that.
Mephisto: Then tell me why you need the other one so terribly.
Phlegethon: It's important to me.
Mephisto: I understand that.
Phlegethon: Not many things are. And I want it back.
Mephisto: *folds his arms across his chest and listens, even if he's finished talking*
Phlegethon: I've had it for a very long time. I've killed a lot of people with it. Gabriel killed /me/ using it.
Mephisto: *point-blank* If I can stand to lose my wings, you can lose your gun. Grow up.
Phlegethon: ... *good job, Meph, you caught him by surprise!* *.../blinks/* *and doesn't look particularly insulted, just rather stunned*
Mephisto: *is really just talented like that* *looks blankly at him*
Phlegethon: ... *sighs* Bastard.
Mephisto: Yes. You are not the first to say so.
Phlegethon: *picks up the notquitehis gun experimentally* *frowns* Why did you take it in the first place?
Mephisto: I thought it should not be left there.
Phlegethon: *sets it back down, still frowning* He shouldn't have used it to shoot himself.
Mephisto: *scoffs* What first gave you that idea?
Phlegethon: I think it's because he's a drama queen at heart. *grins suddenly*
Mephisto: *smiles back, wtf* He is.
Phlegethon: Can't just /kill/ himself. Possibly I shouldn't have given him the gun at all, but it's much easier to blame him.
Mephisto: It is easier to blame him. Them. *looks into his tea for a moment, reminiscing, then suddenly looks up again* But it is no one's fault but yours, is it. *may or may not be talking about Phlegethon specifically*
Phlegethon: *whether or not he's being talked about --* Of course. Many things are my fault, including the part where your angel, apparently, loves me. For which I should apologize. *doesn't /actually/ apologize, but...*
Mephisto: *emotionlessly* Thank you.
Phlegethon: There's nothing to thank me for. It has to hurt.
Mephisto: *blankly* Yes. It does.
Phlegethon: *ha, this isn't awkward* ...I am sorry. If I hadn't -- he shouldn't love me. There's nothing to love.
Mephisto: *still very blankly* You know how I feel, then.
Phlegethon: Possibly. *rests his chin in his hand* Idiot angel.
Mephisto: *smiles* Yes.
Phlegethon: *grins -- does this make sense? -- for a moment before looking solemn again* Anyway, I never thought he would --
Mephisto: Neither did I.
Phlegethon: *tilts his head and honestly isn't concerned, just curious* Are you all right?
Mephisto: *slight smile, and is being SO HONEST WTF* No.
Phlegethon: ...Ah. *pause* You shouldn't be, really.
Mephisto: I know.
Phlegethon: You shouldn't put up with me at all.
Mephisto: You make him happy.
Phlegethon: *laughs shortly* /God/ knows how or why.
Mephisto: If even He does.
Phlegethon: I'm not a -- /nice/ person. As I said, the drowning of adorable helpless baby animals. It doesn't make sense.
Mephisto: Then stop trying to make sense of it.
Phlegethon: I -- fine. *scowls at the tabletop*
Mephisto: *raises an eyebrow* Even that makes you angry?
Phlegethon: *looks up* I'm not angry. Confused.
Mephisto: Get used to it.
Phlegethon: *shrugs, resigned enough* I don't like it.
Mephisto: No one does, but it's all there is.
Phlegethon: I used to understand things. People.
Mephisto: People are simple.
Phlegethon: Obviously not as simple as I thought.
Mephisto: He isn't a person.
Phlegethon: *quirks an eyebrow* Then what is he?
Mephisto: *gives him a Patented Beezie Look™* He's an angel.
Phlegethon: What's the difference?
Mephisto: Everything.
Phlegethon: Oh, thank you. How helpful.
Mephisto: *rolls his eyes* Humans are all you've ever known. We came first, you realize.
Phlegethon: Care to /explain/ the difference?
Mephisto: We're simpler. We were created for one purpose. We were never supposed to do anything but serve.
Phlegethon: I see that didn't work out quite as planned.
Mephisto: Not precisely.
Phlegethon: And that makes him... less than a person?
Mephisto: By some definitions, I suppose. *sips tea* Some might say "separate". Angels and humans are far from the same sort of being.
Phlegethon: Clearly. *sets the gun spinning on the tabletop* And angels are even stranger than humans, if my experiences thus far are any indication.
Mephisto: *watches the gun not really warily, but guardedly* They are.
Phlegethon: Splendid. I should never have gotten myself into this.
Mephisto: Perhaps not.
Mephisto: *demonmods the gun so, when it stops, it points away from either of them*
Phlegethon: *shrugs* I made a mistake.
Mephisto: I am aware of this.
Phlegethon: Congratulations. Brilliant deduction. And all that.
Mephisto: You said it, not I.
Phlegethon: You're not going to give it back, are you? *smart :D*
Mephisto: No.
Phlegethon: I don't like you at all.
Mephisto: The feeling is assuredly mutual.
Phlegethon: You mean my sparkling personality and charm have failed me?
Mephisto: Miserably.
Phlegethon: Damn. Better luck next demon.
Mephisto: Find a particularly stupid one. Are you certain you don't want tea?
Phlegethon: *looks at Meph's tea suspiciously* Somehow I don't trust you enough to take tea from you.
Mephisto: You think I would try to poison or drug you?
Phlegethon: Well, why not?
Mephisto: I care about him too much to do that.
Phlegethon: Mm. I don't like tea anyway.
Mephisto: Suit yourself.
Phlegethon: I usually do. I'll take this until I can get mine back. *stands up, picking up said gun*
Mephisto: Enjoy it. You won't see the other again.
Phlegethon: We'll see. Enjoy your tea. *aaand turns and leaves*
Mephisto: Thank you. Good evening.
Mephisto: *yes, is drinking tea. As we discussed during the night of surreality last night*
Phlegethon: *wanders in and stuff, and -- oh, look, our /favourite/ demon* Demon.
Mephisto: *raises an eyebrow* Mortal. *small pause* Tea?
Phlegethon: I have a name, you realize. *...blank look* No. You have my gun, don't you?
Mephisto: I do. As do I. *takes a sip of tea* Yes, I do.
Phlegethon: Fine. *glares, which is predictable, but --* I want it back.
Mephisto: *very calmly* No.
Phlegethon: *as patiently as he can manage* And why not?
Mephisto: Because of how you've used it previously. *sips*
Phlegethon: I hadn't realized you objected to senseless violence.
Mephisto: When it's on my lover and /his/ lover, yes.
Phlegethon: The angel shot /me/. I didn't do a thing to him with the gun.
Mephisto: Nonetheless, I believe I shall keep it.
Phlegethon: What do you /want/ with it?
Mephisto: Nothing.
Phlegethon: Then give it /back/.
Mephisto: I shall rephrase. I want you not to have it.
Phlegethon: I'm not going to /hurt Gabriel/.
Mephisto: No.
Phlegethon: Give. Me. My. Fucking. Gun.
Mephisto: I have no reason to give it to you.
Phlegethon: You have no reason to /keep/ it.
Mephisto: I want to. *tiny smile*
Phlegethon: ...Bastard. Give it.
Mephisto: No.
Phlegethon: I can be polite if you want. /Please/ give me back my fucking gun.
Mephisto: I do not think you quite understand this. *looks him straight in the eye* I am /not/ giving you this gun. I don't care what you do or say. I am keeping it.
Phlegethon: */glares/ and is working up to fury here* Fucking /demon/. Don't know what he sees in you. *will sit down now, across from Meph*
Mephisto: *placidly* Neither do I.
Phlegethon: ...I just want my /gun/, is that /so much to ask/? *scowls Mephwards*
Mephisto: I do not want you to have it.
Phlegethon: Explain that to me in terms my simplistic mind can comprehend, please.
Mephisto: I distrust you. Is that satisfactory? *tea*
Phlegethon: What do you think I'm going to do with it? *does not like tea. tea is for pansies. such as yourself, Meph. so ha.*
Mephisto: More of the same, perhaps. *AHAHAHAHA Phleg. This is not the face of a pansy.*
Phlegethon: And why do you care? *did we perhaps mention glaring?*
Mephisto: Why should I not? *did we perhaps mention not caring? OOOH, BURN.*
Phlegethon: Demon, aren't you? Don't you go for pain and suffering and the drowning of adorable helpless baby animals? *zomg BURN'D ;__;*
Mephisto: Yes, I do. *gives him a sort of why-are-you-wasting-my-time-you-fool look*
Phlegethon: I fail to see the problem. *returns said look with a because-I-have-nothing-better-to-do-and-I-don't-like-your-/face/ look*
Mephisto: I fail to understand why this gun is so important. *looks mildly amused*
Phlegethon: It's important. Trust me. And I want it back. *Hadesii don't sulk, but if they /did/...*
Mephisto: I distrust you. Have you forgotten so soon? *still amused, yes*
Phlegethon: You don't need to trust me. *just annoyed, really*
Mephisto: *raises an eyebrow and reaches into his coat*
Phlegethon: Well? *watches warily, given the things demons probably carry around in their coats*
Mephisto: *pulls out a gun from an inside pocket-- demonmodded up, and though similar, not Phlegethon's* *lays it on the table*
Mephisto: Is this acceptable to you?
Phlegethon: *glances at it for a very brief moment, then looks back up, and this is disappointment more than anything else* No.
Mephisto: It will work just as well.
Phlegethon: I know that.
Mephisto: Then tell me why you need the other one so terribly.
Phlegethon: It's important to me.
Mephisto: I understand that.
Phlegethon: Not many things are. And I want it back.
Mephisto: *folds his arms across his chest and listens, even if he's finished talking*
Phlegethon: I've had it for a very long time. I've killed a lot of people with it. Gabriel killed /me/ using it.
Mephisto: *point-blank* If I can stand to lose my wings, you can lose your gun. Grow up.
Phlegethon: ... *good job, Meph, you caught him by surprise!* *.../blinks/* *and doesn't look particularly insulted, just rather stunned*
Mephisto: *is really just talented like that* *looks blankly at him*
Phlegethon: ... *sighs* Bastard.
Mephisto: Yes. You are not the first to say so.
Phlegethon: *picks up the notquitehis gun experimentally* *frowns* Why did you take it in the first place?
Mephisto: I thought it should not be left there.
Phlegethon: *sets it back down, still frowning* He shouldn't have used it to shoot himself.
Mephisto: *scoffs* What first gave you that idea?
Phlegethon: I think it's because he's a drama queen at heart. *grins suddenly*
Mephisto: *smiles back, wtf* He is.
Phlegethon: Can't just /kill/ himself. Possibly I shouldn't have given him the gun at all, but it's much easier to blame him.
Mephisto: It is easier to blame him. Them. *looks into his tea for a moment, reminiscing, then suddenly looks up again* But it is no one's fault but yours, is it. *may or may not be talking about Phlegethon specifically*
Phlegethon: *whether or not he's being talked about --* Of course. Many things are my fault, including the part where your angel, apparently, loves me. For which I should apologize. *doesn't /actually/ apologize, but...*
Mephisto: *emotionlessly* Thank you.
Phlegethon: There's nothing to thank me for. It has to hurt.
Mephisto: *blankly* Yes. It does.
Phlegethon: *ha, this isn't awkward* ...I am sorry. If I hadn't -- he shouldn't love me. There's nothing to love.
Mephisto: *still very blankly* You know how I feel, then.
Phlegethon: Possibly. *rests his chin in his hand* Idiot angel.
Mephisto: *smiles* Yes.
Phlegethon: *grins -- does this make sense? -- for a moment before looking solemn again* Anyway, I never thought he would --
Mephisto: Neither did I.
Phlegethon: *tilts his head and honestly isn't concerned, just curious* Are you all right?
Mephisto: *slight smile, and is being SO HONEST WTF* No.
Phlegethon: ...Ah. *pause* You shouldn't be, really.
Mephisto: I know.
Phlegethon: You shouldn't put up with me at all.
Mephisto: You make him happy.
Phlegethon: *laughs shortly* /God/ knows how or why.
Mephisto: If even He does.
Phlegethon: I'm not a -- /nice/ person. As I said, the drowning of adorable helpless baby animals. It doesn't make sense.
Mephisto: Then stop trying to make sense of it.
Phlegethon: I -- fine. *scowls at the tabletop*
Mephisto: *raises an eyebrow* Even that makes you angry?
Phlegethon: *looks up* I'm not angry. Confused.
Mephisto: Get used to it.
Phlegethon: *shrugs, resigned enough* I don't like it.
Mephisto: No one does, but it's all there is.
Phlegethon: I used to understand things. People.
Mephisto: People are simple.
Phlegethon: Obviously not as simple as I thought.
Mephisto: He isn't a person.
Phlegethon: *quirks an eyebrow* Then what is he?
Mephisto: *gives him a Patented Beezie Look™* He's an angel.
Phlegethon: What's the difference?
Mephisto: Everything.
Phlegethon: Oh, thank you. How helpful.
Mephisto: *rolls his eyes* Humans are all you've ever known. We came first, you realize.
Phlegethon: Care to /explain/ the difference?
Mephisto: We're simpler. We were created for one purpose. We were never supposed to do anything but serve.
Phlegethon: I see that didn't work out quite as planned.
Mephisto: Not precisely.
Phlegethon: And that makes him... less than a person?
Mephisto: By some definitions, I suppose. *sips tea* Some might say "separate". Angels and humans are far from the same sort of being.
Phlegethon: Clearly. *sets the gun spinning on the tabletop* And angels are even stranger than humans, if my experiences thus far are any indication.
Mephisto: *watches the gun not really warily, but guardedly* They are.
Phlegethon: Splendid. I should never have gotten myself into this.
Mephisto: Perhaps not.
Mephisto: *demonmods the gun so, when it stops, it points away from either of them*
Phlegethon: *shrugs* I made a mistake.
Mephisto: I am aware of this.
Phlegethon: Congratulations. Brilliant deduction. And all that.
Mephisto: You said it, not I.
Phlegethon: You're not going to give it back, are you? *smart :D*
Mephisto: No.
Phlegethon: I don't like you at all.
Mephisto: The feeling is assuredly mutual.
Phlegethon: You mean my sparkling personality and charm have failed me?
Mephisto: Miserably.
Phlegethon: Damn. Better luck next demon.
Mephisto: Find a particularly stupid one. Are you certain you don't want tea?
Phlegethon: *looks at Meph's tea suspiciously* Somehow I don't trust you enough to take tea from you.
Mephisto: You think I would try to poison or drug you?
Phlegethon: Well, why not?
Mephisto: I care about him too much to do that.
Phlegethon: Mm. I don't like tea anyway.
Mephisto: Suit yourself.
Phlegethon: I usually do. I'll take this until I can get mine back. *stands up, picking up said gun*
Mephisto: Enjoy it. You won't see the other again.
Phlegethon: We'll see. Enjoy your tea. *aaand turns and leaves*
Mephisto: Thank you. Good evening.