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Lucifer's like, "Hey, guess what, Meta? Definitely had sex with your boyfriend."
So Meta's like, "Wtf, man? Not on."
And Lucifer's like, "Yeah, whatevs. *leaves*"
And Famine's like, "I rock at this 'best friend' thing. Wow, go me."
And Meta's like, "... *cries*"
* Perilurks is now known as Metatron
Metatron: *la la la flamey flame... stuff with the ... crappy entrances*
Lucifer: *is there and looking .. emo. or something. :D*
Metatron: *look! Lucifer!* *approaches tentatively* ...er. Lucifer?
Lucifer: *turns and glares at Metatron* *very harshly* What.
Metatron: *flinches slightly* Are... are you all right? That is -- Michael... and Gabriel, do you know what's wrong with them? And... er, you don't look all that good yourself, um.
Lucifer: ... I-- ... *turns and just -looks- at him* You don't know what the Hell's been going on lately, do you?
Metatron: *blinks and attempts to plaster on a polite smile. fails* ...No, I don't. Nobody's been talking to me.
Lucifer: *dryly* Well. Let's see. Gabriel's in love with Michael, Michael discorporated Mephistopheles and took one of my enemies under his protection, Balthazar's left Hell, and I beat the crap out of Gabriel yesterday. *glares* Any questions?
Metatron: ...
Metatron: ... *blinks* I -- ... the -- no. Er. That is -- then... what will happen to you and Michael? *honestly concerned about this, augh*
Lucifer: *grits his teeth* I have no fucking clue. *mutters under his breath* Especially after last night.
Metatron: I'm sorry -- *blinks* ...Last night? *clueless angel ahoy, augh*
Lucifer: *shoots a sharp glance at him* You don't want to know.
Metatron: *frowns slightly* I don't -- what happened?
Lucifer: I-- ... *...mutters something about Beezie*
Metatron: ...What about Beelzebub? *has supersonic Beezie sense. which... tingled*
Lucifer: ... We fucked, all right? *too angry to keep it to himself, which -normally- he would. but this is far from normal.*
Metatron: ...
Metatron: ...
Metatron: *stares. um. can't quite form words*
Lucifer: ... *doesn't exactly meet his eyes, because for now, is a bit guilty*
Metatron: *...-stares-. yes* You -- *sits down heavily on the nearest couch, because there's definitely one nearby* *tries to say something, once again totally fails at coherent speech*
Lucifer: *this isn't awkward at all, no, of course not!*
Metatron: *hahaha, awkward?! surely you jest* *and -- expression shifts more to pleading* ...-Why-?
Lucifer: ... I don't know. *..well, does, but can't explain it*
Metatron: ...I -- *actually looks slightly dizzy* I don't... understand...
Lucifer: *harshly* Do you ever?
Metatron: *shakes his head and yes, let's stare at the ground now and not cry until Lucifer leaves, yes* No, not usually. I'm stupid like that.
Lucifer: *glares -- wtf, it should be -Meta- who's glaring* I'm glad we agree.
Metatron: I think everyone agrees that I'm an idiot, actually. Or they ought to. I -- I really... *unobtrusively SETS THE COUCH ON FIRE*
Lucifer: ...*doesn't have anything more to say. probably -can't- say anymore without making it worse.*
Metatron: *deepbreath* Would you mind terribly leaving me alone for now? Please? *...is still weirdly polite when broken*
Lucifer: *nods wordlessly and just leaves*
* Lucifer has left #desperatefans
* crouchingtigerlurkingtypist is now known as Famine
Metatron: *promptly bursts into tears and buries his face in a pillow*
Famine: *walks in and...oh, this is a great thing to see* *frowns and goes over to Meta* ...angel?
Metatron: *yes, shaking with tears* *takes a deep breath, manages to speak* Hello, Famine. *and back to crying*
Famine: *crouches next to the flaming couch, looking worried liekwhoa, and touches Meta's shoulder hesitantly* ...what happened?
Metatron: Beelzebub -- *clingpillow* I'msostupid. I'm -- so -stupid-.
Famine: *frown deepens* ...what happened?
Metatron: *stops crying for a moment* To -- to use Lucifer's words, they -fucked-, all right? Lucifer -- and... Beelzebub... *...so, crying*
Famine: ...*hi, this is a totally in shock Horseman* ...*stares* ...Lucifer and Beelzebub...? *bites his lip and squeezes Meta's shoulder* ...I...angel, I'm sorry...
Metatron: *nods miserably* I don't know what I did -- I don't -- understand... why he would... *looks up at Famine and -- need I say that he's looking totally shattered here?* *bites his lip* ...hug? Please?
Famine: *and this is a Horseman whose best friend just completely broke and whose mind just did a 180 because...hi, how much time has he spent building Beezie/Meta up and convincing Meta that Beezie does love him?* *nods wordlessly and leans forward, just hugging tightly because what else can he do?*
Metatron: *...way too much time. and now look at this! ;_;* *...clings and cries into Famine's shirt and really isn't going to stop anytime in the next, oh, century* ...I don't know what I did wrong... *this is really kind of pathetic*
Famine: *augh, yes. this is quite breaking.* *still hugging tightly, and will be as long as necessary* ...you did nothing wrong, angel.
Metatron: *I'm sorry, Famine, really I am. really. ...sort of.* *well, still clinging, so that works nicely, doesn't it?* Then -- then why... why would he do this t-to me...? *whimpercling, yes*
Famine: *...well, the typist here isn't, really, so. >>;;* *yes, yes it does, and...this'll be going on for a while* ...I don't know, angel. It...there has to be a reason. You've done nothing, that much I can promise.
Metatron: *...the typist sort of is, but actually not really* *...it really will. Meta's not letting go for anything* Why -- why would he w-want to hurt me l-like this, when... when I... *dissolves into tears again, yes*
Famine: *...well, typist is sort of sorry for Famine, but...really not for Gabs at all* *will just keep hugging as long as is necessary, then* *bites his lip and...yes, hugging tightly* ...I don't know, angel. I don't know.
Metatron: *...clingclingcrycryyesthisisrepetitive,whatdoyouwantfromhim?* N-neither do I, I -- I just... it hurts, Famine. It -- *criiiies* -- hurts so much.
Famine: *just...hugging tightly because really can do nothing else* ...I...I'm so sorry. *can really say nothing else and...this is really breaking*
Metatron: *yeah, well, the fact that someone is there helps, actually* 's not your fault, just... *takes a shaky breath* Thank you -- *and clings*
Asklepios: Metatron, could I perhaps heal your heart break?
Asklepios: You seem immensely troubled
Metatron: *...yes, is immensely troubled, you could say that*
Famine: *that's good, and helps a lot* ...no, it's my typist's. I know, but...I still wish there was more I could do. *hugs tightly and oddlooks Asklepios*
Asklepios: *raises eyebrow in wonderment at Famine* I could help you Meta, I think.
Metatron: *AUGH CLING MAKE THE SCARY SKETCHY PEOPLE GO AWAY FAMINE BEST FRIEND HEALAGE PLZ* You're... doing enough, I promise.
Famine: *...so, will be clinging a bit tighter and ignoring the sketchy people* I'm glad to hear it. *still tighthugging, yes*
Metatron: *yes, that's good. methinks the angel really isn't all that up to the whole... "facing the world" thing right at this particular moment* That is -- I... at least... Idon'thavetobealone.
Famine: *awwww, poor Meta. ...sentiment coming from both the typist and the puppet, though...in a not-so-typistly-way from the puppet* *nods* You won't have to be. I'm here as long as you need me.
Metatron: *...clingy cling and the clinger's cling. still crying. this is really really pathetic, -actually-.* So -- I -- thank you. I'm s-sorry I'm so... I just... *failure at articulacy*
Famine: *well, it's understandable, too...* *will, in fact, say that* It's understandable, angel. Don't worry about it.
Metatron: *yeah, I guess. still, it's depressing to watch* 'm sorry -- *has been crying on Famine, angelmods his shirt dry again and promptly returns to crying into it* So stupid.
Famine: *you're telling -him-* *slight sad smile and...still hugging tightly* It's all right. And no, you aren't.
Metatron: I -- must have... misjudged him or... or -- I don't know. *definitely still clinging just as tightly, hi*
Famine: *is not about to point out the whole "hi, demon, completely different set of morals" thing, but...definitely thinking it, and not too happy with Beezie at the moment either* I don't know either. *definitely still hugging as...this is Angsty*
Metatron: *yeah, but. ;__; wibble, Meta doesn't get it. adultery bad omg commandments!* *takes a deep breath in an attempt to stop crying -- no, that didn't work* It's-- it -was- the one thing... I could always be sure of... *...you think? just a tad*
Famine: *of course, and knows it definitely wouldn't help, so is very much not going to say it* *as gently as possible* It doesn't mean he no longer loves you. *...yeeeah. tiny bit.*
Metatron: *Meta's stupid. oh, wait, we've already established that. repeatedly* ...It doesn't? *whoa, whoa* Then -- why -- *...and by "tiny bit" we mean...*
Famine: *yeah, we have. still doesn't think it, though. wtf?* ...I can't pretend to understand his motives, clearly. But...don't lose faith in what you have, angel. It's...understandable that you're upset, but...it'll be all right. *...a whoooole lot*
Metatron: *...Famine, you have too much faith in your best friend. he's an idiot. no, really, trust me* I -- all right. *nods slowly, a bit dazedly* I... have to go now. *totally doesn't want to go and be alone, augh*
Famine: *...really does. it's kind of silly.* *frowns slightly and tightens the hug briefly before letting go* All right. Will you be all right?...
Metatron: *well... he's a good -friend-, at least, I mean... stuff. yeah* *clingcling -- reluctantly lets go and bites his lip* I... don't... um. ...probably not.
Famine: *...well, tries* *bites his lip as well and looks worriedliekwhoa, duh* ...I'm sorry. If there's anything I can do...*sighs* ...Take care of yourself, please.
Metatron: *...yeah* *nods, eyes wide* I know. Thank you, honestly. I'll -- do my best. *sad little smile and flames away*
Session Close: Sun Oct 16 13:58:58 2005
So Meta's like, "Wtf, man? Not on."
And Lucifer's like, "Yeah, whatevs. *leaves*"
And Famine's like, "I rock at this 'best friend' thing. Wow, go me."
And Meta's like, "... *cries*"
* Perilurks is now known as Metatron
Metatron: *la la la flamey flame... stuff with the ... crappy entrances*
Lucifer: *is there and looking .. emo. or something. :D*
Metatron: *look! Lucifer!* *approaches tentatively* ...er. Lucifer?
Lucifer: *turns and glares at Metatron* *very harshly* What.
Metatron: *flinches slightly* Are... are you all right? That is -- Michael... and Gabriel, do you know what's wrong with them? And... er, you don't look all that good yourself, um.
Lucifer: ... I-- ... *turns and just -looks- at him* You don't know what the Hell's been going on lately, do you?
Metatron: *blinks and attempts to plaster on a polite smile. fails* ...No, I don't. Nobody's been talking to me.
Lucifer: *dryly* Well. Let's see. Gabriel's in love with Michael, Michael discorporated Mephistopheles and took one of my enemies under his protection, Balthazar's left Hell, and I beat the crap out of Gabriel yesterday. *glares* Any questions?
Metatron: ...
Metatron: ... *blinks* I -- ... the -- no. Er. That is -- then... what will happen to you and Michael? *honestly concerned about this, augh*
Lucifer: *grits his teeth* I have no fucking clue. *mutters under his breath* Especially after last night.
Metatron: I'm sorry -- *blinks* ...Last night? *clueless angel ahoy, augh*
Lucifer: *shoots a sharp glance at him* You don't want to know.
Metatron: *frowns slightly* I don't -- what happened?
Lucifer: I-- ... *...mutters something about Beezie*
Metatron: ...What about Beelzebub? *has supersonic Beezie sense. which... tingled*
Lucifer: ... We fucked, all right? *too angry to keep it to himself, which -normally- he would. but this is far from normal.*
Metatron: ...
Metatron: ...
Metatron: *stares. um. can't quite form words*
Lucifer: ... *doesn't exactly meet his eyes, because for now, is a bit guilty*
Metatron: *...-stares-. yes* You -- *sits down heavily on the nearest couch, because there's definitely one nearby* *tries to say something, once again totally fails at coherent speech*
Lucifer: *this isn't awkward at all, no, of course not!*
Metatron: *hahaha, awkward?! surely you jest* *and -- expression shifts more to pleading* ...-Why-?
Lucifer: ... I don't know. *..well, does, but can't explain it*
Metatron: ...I -- *actually looks slightly dizzy* I don't... understand...
Lucifer: *harshly* Do you ever?
Metatron: *shakes his head and yes, let's stare at the ground now and not cry until Lucifer leaves, yes* No, not usually. I'm stupid like that.
Lucifer: *glares -- wtf, it should be -Meta- who's glaring* I'm glad we agree.
Metatron: I think everyone agrees that I'm an idiot, actually. Or they ought to. I -- I really... *unobtrusively SETS THE COUCH ON FIRE*
Lucifer: ...*doesn't have anything more to say. probably -can't- say anymore without making it worse.*
Metatron: *deepbreath* Would you mind terribly leaving me alone for now? Please? *...is still weirdly polite when broken*
Lucifer: *nods wordlessly and just leaves*
* Lucifer has left #desperatefans
* crouchingtigerlurkingtypist is now known as Famine
Metatron: *promptly bursts into tears and buries his face in a pillow*
Famine: *walks in and...oh, this is a great thing to see* *frowns and goes over to Meta* ...angel?
Metatron: *yes, shaking with tears* *takes a deep breath, manages to speak* Hello, Famine. *and back to crying*
Famine: *crouches next to the flaming couch, looking worried liekwhoa, and touches Meta's shoulder hesitantly* ...what happened?
Metatron: Beelzebub -- *clingpillow* I'msostupid. I'm -- so -stupid-.
Famine: *frown deepens* ...what happened?
Metatron: *stops crying for a moment* To -- to use Lucifer's words, they -fucked-, all right? Lucifer -- and... Beelzebub... *...so, crying*
Famine: ...*hi, this is a totally in shock Horseman* ...*stares* ...Lucifer and Beelzebub...? *bites his lip and squeezes Meta's shoulder* ...I...angel, I'm sorry...
Metatron: *nods miserably* I don't know what I did -- I don't -- understand... why he would... *looks up at Famine and -- need I say that he's looking totally shattered here?* *bites his lip* ...hug? Please?
Famine: *and this is a Horseman whose best friend just completely broke and whose mind just did a 180 because...hi, how much time has he spent building Beezie/Meta up and convincing Meta that Beezie does love him?* *nods wordlessly and leans forward, just hugging tightly because what else can he do?*
Metatron: *...way too much time. and now look at this! ;_;* *...clings and cries into Famine's shirt and really isn't going to stop anytime in the next, oh, century* ...I don't know what I did wrong... *this is really kind of pathetic*
Famine: *augh, yes. this is quite breaking.* *still hugging tightly, and will be as long as necessary* ...you did nothing wrong, angel.
Metatron: *I'm sorry, Famine, really I am. really. ...sort of.* *well, still clinging, so that works nicely, doesn't it?* Then -- then why... why would he do this t-to me...? *whimpercling, yes*
Famine: *...well, the typist here isn't, really, so. >>;;* *yes, yes it does, and...this'll be going on for a while* ...I don't know, angel. It...there has to be a reason. You've done nothing, that much I can promise.
Metatron: *...the typist sort of is, but actually not really* *...it really will. Meta's not letting go for anything* Why -- why would he w-want to hurt me l-like this, when... when I... *dissolves into tears again, yes*
Famine: *...well, typist is sort of sorry for Famine, but...really not for Gabs at all* *will just keep hugging as long as is necessary, then* *bites his lip and...yes, hugging tightly* ...I don't know, angel. I don't know.
Metatron: *...clingclingcrycryyesthisisrepetitive,whatdoyouwantfromhim?* N-neither do I, I -- I just... it hurts, Famine. It -- *criiiies* -- hurts so much.
Famine: *just...hugging tightly because really can do nothing else* ...I...I'm so sorry. *can really say nothing else and...this is really breaking*
Metatron: *yeah, well, the fact that someone is there helps, actually* 's not your fault, just... *takes a shaky breath* Thank you -- *and clings*
Asklepios: Metatron, could I perhaps heal your heart break?
Asklepios: You seem immensely troubled
Metatron: *...yes, is immensely troubled, you could say that*
Famine: *that's good, and helps a lot* ...no, it's my typist's. I know, but...I still wish there was more I could do. *hugs tightly and oddlooks Asklepios*
Asklepios: *raises eyebrow in wonderment at Famine* I could help you Meta, I think.
Metatron: *AUGH CLING MAKE THE SCARY SKETCHY PEOPLE GO AWAY FAMINE BEST FRIEND HEALAGE PLZ* You're... doing enough, I promise.
Famine: *...so, will be clinging a bit tighter and ignoring the sketchy people* I'm glad to hear it. *still tighthugging, yes*
Metatron: *yes, that's good. methinks the angel really isn't all that up to the whole... "facing the world" thing right at this particular moment* That is -- I... at least... Idon'thavetobealone.
Famine: *awwww, poor Meta. ...sentiment coming from both the typist and the puppet, though...in a not-so-typistly-way from the puppet* *nods* You won't have to be. I'm here as long as you need me.
Metatron: *...clingy cling and the clinger's cling. still crying. this is really really pathetic, -actually-.* So -- I -- thank you. I'm s-sorry I'm so... I just... *failure at articulacy*
Famine: *well, it's understandable, too...* *will, in fact, say that* It's understandable, angel. Don't worry about it.
Metatron: *yeah, I guess. still, it's depressing to watch* 'm sorry -- *has been crying on Famine, angelmods his shirt dry again and promptly returns to crying into it* So stupid.
Famine: *you're telling -him-* *slight sad smile and...still hugging tightly* It's all right. And no, you aren't.
Metatron: I -- must have... misjudged him or... or -- I don't know. *definitely still clinging just as tightly, hi*
Famine: *is not about to point out the whole "hi, demon, completely different set of morals" thing, but...definitely thinking it, and not too happy with Beezie at the moment either* I don't know either. *definitely still hugging as...this is Angsty*
Metatron: *yeah, but. ;__; wibble, Meta doesn't get it. adultery bad omg commandments!* *takes a deep breath in an attempt to stop crying -- no, that didn't work* It's-- it -was- the one thing... I could always be sure of... *...you think? just a tad*
Famine: *of course, and knows it definitely wouldn't help, so is very much not going to say it* *as gently as possible* It doesn't mean he no longer loves you. *...yeeeah. tiny bit.*
Metatron: *Meta's stupid. oh, wait, we've already established that. repeatedly* ...It doesn't? *whoa, whoa* Then -- why -- *...and by "tiny bit" we mean...*
Famine: *yeah, we have. still doesn't think it, though. wtf?* ...I can't pretend to understand his motives, clearly. But...don't lose faith in what you have, angel. It's...understandable that you're upset, but...it'll be all right. *...a whoooole lot*
Metatron: *...Famine, you have too much faith in your best friend. he's an idiot. no, really, trust me* I -- all right. *nods slowly, a bit dazedly* I... have to go now. *totally doesn't want to go and be alone, augh*
Famine: *...really does. it's kind of silly.* *frowns slightly and tightens the hug briefly before letting go* All right. Will you be all right?...
Metatron: *well... he's a good -friend-, at least, I mean... stuff. yeah* *clingcling -- reluctantly lets go and bites his lip* I... don't... um. ...probably not.
Famine: *...well, tries* *bites his lip as well and looks worriedliekwhoa, duh* ...I'm sorry. If there's anything I can do...*sighs* ...Take care of yourself, please.
Metatron: *...yeah* *nods, eyes wide* I know. Thank you, honestly. I'll -- do my best. *sad little smile and flames away*
Session Close: Sun Oct 16 13:58:58 2005