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Meta is broken, for obviouzzz reasons. Beezie comes in and is confused. Meta cries and is sad and angry. Beezie is sad. Meta is sad. Beezie apologizes. And everything is peachy keen.
Session Start: Sun Oct 16 17:41:36 2005
* Ham1337-lurkity is now known as Beelzebub
Beelzebub: *flames in. lackofguiltishly. would be smoking a cigarette were typist evol.*
Metatron: *eyes widen -- promptly attempts to dive under the couch and -hide-*
Beelzebub: *...notices the failed attempt at hiding, yes* ...
Nemesis: ......*Blinks* .....*Points under the couch, just in case*
Metatron: ... *hiding, yeah. definitely hiding*
Beelzebub: *gives Nemesis a look-- somewhere between a glare and a 'WTF' sort of look--* ...Angel?
Metatron: *okay, pokes out from the under the couch and gives Beezie a hopelessly wounded look -- like a kicked puppy, but more pathetic* Beelzebub.
Beelzebub: *...yeah, wasn't expecting -that-. blinks* ...What dozzzzt thou think thou'rt doing?
Metatron: I'm not entirely sure I want to talk to you at the moment, that's all. *sits crosslegged on the floor and continues with the kicked puppy look*
Beelzebub: *opens his mouth to say something, then stops. repeats this a few times* ...What'zzz wrong?
Metatron: *glares up at Beezie* You. -Slept- with Lucifer. *totally sets some small section of the carpet on fire*
Beelzebub: ...
Beelzebub: *cool, collected, confused* ...Yezzz?
Metatron: *...wilts slightly* You -promised-.
Beelzebub: *softens a little* It wazzz not about thee, angel.
Metatron: *has started crying again, actually, although silently now, and will stare at the floor* How could you? *sure, that's dramatic, but it's exactly what he's wondering right at this moment*
Beelzebub: *sits beside him, um.* It wazzz not-- ...Angel. Angel. *puts an arm around him*
Metatron: I -- *tries again* Demon. *pushes him away, albeit gently*
Beelzebub: *...hurt. and shifts back a little, but stays close* ...I love thee. *flinches a bit, as that sounds so hollow*
Metatron: *looks at him, more sadly than hurt now -- and is still crying, but apparently hasn't noticed that* I love you, too. I just don't... it hurts, all right?
Beelzebub: *pauses-- doesn't know how to answer that, doesn't understand* Thou'rt-- *leans in to brush tears from Meta's cheeks*
Metatron: ...I'm hurt, yes. You promised to be faithful, and you weren't. *almost pulling off the "calm" thing, but... not quite, and the attentive demon will notice*
Beelzebub: *isn't stupid enough to miss that, yes* *rather quietly* I only love thee. There izzz no-
Metatron: *looks back down at the floor and watches the patch that he set on fire* Then -- then why? *more quietly* What did I do wrong?
Beelzebub: *does something he'd never done before-- demonmods and puts out the fire* Thou-- thou didzzzt nothing. It wazzzz needed of me.
Metatron: *makes a quiet, frustrated sound* Was it so needed that you would betray me? *just bursts into flame himself, then; apparently is experiencing the need to burn -something-, which is... completely foreign to him*
Beelzebub: *pauses, and is surprised, but only leans a bit closer* I would not. And I would not betray my Lord.
Metatron: *actually physically recoils* ...And yet I would Fall for you. *studies the carpet intently, resisting the temptation to set it on fire. again.*
Beelzebub: *grits his teeth, but forces self to calm a bit-- does not like being doubted* I would do anything for thee.
Metatron: I -- don't understand, I suppose. *...still crying* I don't understand why you would think it would be -all right- to do that.
Beelzebub: I don't-- Why doezzzz it hurt thee? *pauses* It wazzzz to help, and not to harm.
Metatron: *...looks at him, slightly in disbelief* -Why- does it hurt? It's... as though I'm not good enough. As though you can't be bothered to be faithful. It... just -- it hurts. Trust me. *not even going to get into why that definitely wasn't a very helpful thing for either Lucifer or Beezie to do*
Beelzebub: *is very obviously (we hope obviously) Not Kidding, and really does not understand* It wazzz not... it wazzz not about thee, was not-- He needed-- I do not... *yeah, will just trail off here, kthx*
Metatron: Do you honestly think he -needed- it? Wanted it, maybe, but -- needed? *glares, although the effect may be slightly diminished by the fact that he's still not stopped crying* Did you not stop for a moment to think about me?
Beelzebub: *very slight, very low growl* Thou dozzzzt not know Him; thou didzzzzt not see Him. Thy Side-- *regrets the tone of voice, the spite, as soon as it is said, but cannot stop* started thizzz. *...little pause* It wazzz not about thee.
Metatron: *flinches and shakes his head* I don't know. I don't... *shifts from angry to just -- blank* Please, just... *quietly* Tell me you're sorry. And mean it.
Beelzebub: *leans back heavily against the couch and just looks at Meta for a moment*
Metatron: *drags his gaze to meet Beezie's, biting his lip* ...You can't?
Beelzebub: ...Angel.
Metatron: *tries to take a deep breath to stop his tears, almost succeeds, but still not quite* Yes?
Beelzebub: *meets Meta's eyes, his gaze softening, the flame lessening* ...Thou'rt in such pain... *quickly looks down* Thou dozzzt truly think me capable-- *gives up and slides away from Meta finally*
Metatron: *reaches for him instinctively and grabs hold of his wrist, actually looking slightly frightened* Are -- you leaving?
Beelzebub: *stops immediately, but does not look up, not even at the hand on his wrist* *quietly, dully* -- I said I would do anything for thee.
Metatron: *stares at him in confusion* I don't -- what do you mean? *...is not equipped to handle this right now*
Beelzebub: *if he can't leave, whee, then is going to be a big, strong, scary demon and CURL UP A BIT* ...I mean nothing.
Metatron: *looks at Beezie helplessly -- is slightly lost, honestly* ...Nothing? Beelzebub -- you mean everything, if you ask me.
Beelzebub: *looks up at him and the fire is back in his eyes* I would hurt thee so?
Metatron: *shakes his head* That doesn't mean you don't mean anything. It means -- you made a mistake. I just... want you to apologize.
Beelzebub: *sort of spits the words out* Thou'rt -crying-, angel. Becauzzzz of me. Dozzzzt thou not think I would be sorry? Doezzzzt thou truly need to azzzk--
Metatron: *eyes widen* I -- *looks guilty -- this is so wrong* I'm... sorry.
Beelzebub: *...yeah, so, now feels bad at the guilt* Azzzz am I.
Metatron: *swallows, hard, and... crumples slightly, back to crying* Thank you.
Beelzebub: *looks at him, taking a moment to register the crying, and moves into to try again to wrap arms around him*
Metatron: *lets him, this time, and -- okay, clings, and -- still crying, but... let's call it therapeutic*
Beelzebub: *doesn't trust himself to ay anything helpful, and so does not say anything, and just holds*
Metatron: I -- have to go now... *doesn't let go, though*
Beelzebub: I... I love thee, angel. I-- ...I love thee.
Metatron: *very very reluctantly lets go and smiles shakily at Beezie* I love you. *...flames away*
Session Close: Sun Oct 16 19:59:36 2005
Session Start: Sun Oct 16 17:41:36 2005
* Ham1337-lurkity is now known as Beelzebub
Beelzebub: *flames in. lackofguiltishly. would be smoking a cigarette were typist evol.*
Metatron: *eyes widen -- promptly attempts to dive under the couch and -hide-*
Beelzebub: *...notices the failed attempt at hiding, yes* ...
Nemesis: ......*Blinks* .....*Points under the couch, just in case*
Metatron: ... *hiding, yeah. definitely hiding*
Beelzebub: *gives Nemesis a look-- somewhere between a glare and a 'WTF' sort of look--* ...Angel?
Metatron: *okay, pokes out from the under the couch and gives Beezie a hopelessly wounded look -- like a kicked puppy, but more pathetic* Beelzebub.
Beelzebub: *...yeah, wasn't expecting -that-. blinks* ...What dozzzzt thou think thou'rt doing?
Metatron: I'm not entirely sure I want to talk to you at the moment, that's all. *sits crosslegged on the floor and continues with the kicked puppy look*
Beelzebub: *opens his mouth to say something, then stops. repeats this a few times* ...What'zzz wrong?
Metatron: *glares up at Beezie* You. -Slept- with Lucifer. *totally sets some small section of the carpet on fire*
Beelzebub: ...
Beelzebub: *cool, collected, confused* ...Yezzz?
Metatron: *...wilts slightly* You -promised-.
Beelzebub: *softens a little* It wazzz not about thee, angel.
Metatron: *has started crying again, actually, although silently now, and will stare at the floor* How could you? *sure, that's dramatic, but it's exactly what he's wondering right at this moment*
Beelzebub: *sits beside him, um.* It wazzz not-- ...Angel. Angel. *puts an arm around him*
Metatron: I -- *tries again* Demon. *pushes him away, albeit gently*
Beelzebub: *...hurt. and shifts back a little, but stays close* ...I love thee. *flinches a bit, as that sounds so hollow*
Metatron: *looks at him, more sadly than hurt now -- and is still crying, but apparently hasn't noticed that* I love you, too. I just don't... it hurts, all right?
Beelzebub: *pauses-- doesn't know how to answer that, doesn't understand* Thou'rt-- *leans in to brush tears from Meta's cheeks*
Metatron: ...I'm hurt, yes. You promised to be faithful, and you weren't. *almost pulling off the "calm" thing, but... not quite, and the attentive demon will notice*
Beelzebub: *isn't stupid enough to miss that, yes* *rather quietly* I only love thee. There izzz no-
Metatron: *looks back down at the floor and watches the patch that he set on fire* Then -- then why? *more quietly* What did I do wrong?
Beelzebub: *does something he'd never done before-- demonmods and puts out the fire* Thou-- thou didzzzt nothing. It wazzzz needed of me.
Metatron: *makes a quiet, frustrated sound* Was it so needed that you would betray me? *just bursts into flame himself, then; apparently is experiencing the need to burn -something-, which is... completely foreign to him*
Beelzebub: *pauses, and is surprised, but only leans a bit closer* I would not. And I would not betray my Lord.
Metatron: *actually physically recoils* ...And yet I would Fall for you. *studies the carpet intently, resisting the temptation to set it on fire. again.*
Beelzebub: *grits his teeth, but forces self to calm a bit-- does not like being doubted* I would do anything for thee.
Metatron: I -- don't understand, I suppose. *...still crying* I don't understand why you would think it would be -all right- to do that.
Beelzebub: I don't-- Why doezzzz it hurt thee? *pauses* It wazzzz to help, and not to harm.
Metatron: *...looks at him, slightly in disbelief* -Why- does it hurt? It's... as though I'm not good enough. As though you can't be bothered to be faithful. It... just -- it hurts. Trust me. *not even going to get into why that definitely wasn't a very helpful thing for either Lucifer or Beezie to do*
Beelzebub: *is very obviously (we hope obviously) Not Kidding, and really does not understand* It wazzz not... it wazzz not about thee, was not-- He needed-- I do not... *yeah, will just trail off here, kthx*
Metatron: Do you honestly think he -needed- it? Wanted it, maybe, but -- needed? *glares, although the effect may be slightly diminished by the fact that he's still not stopped crying* Did you not stop for a moment to think about me?
Beelzebub: *very slight, very low growl* Thou dozzzzt not know Him; thou didzzzzt not see Him. Thy Side-- *regrets the tone of voice, the spite, as soon as it is said, but cannot stop* started thizzz. *...little pause* It wazzz not about thee.
Metatron: *flinches and shakes his head* I don't know. I don't... *shifts from angry to just -- blank* Please, just... *quietly* Tell me you're sorry. And mean it.
Beelzebub: *leans back heavily against the couch and just looks at Meta for a moment*
Metatron: *drags his gaze to meet Beezie's, biting his lip* ...You can't?
Beelzebub: ...Angel.
Metatron: *tries to take a deep breath to stop his tears, almost succeeds, but still not quite* Yes?
Beelzebub: *meets Meta's eyes, his gaze softening, the flame lessening* ...Thou'rt in such pain... *quickly looks down* Thou dozzzt truly think me capable-- *gives up and slides away from Meta finally*
Metatron: *reaches for him instinctively and grabs hold of his wrist, actually looking slightly frightened* Are -- you leaving?
Beelzebub: *stops immediately, but does not look up, not even at the hand on his wrist* *quietly, dully* -- I said I would do anything for thee.
Metatron: *stares at him in confusion* I don't -- what do you mean? *...is not equipped to handle this right now*
Beelzebub: *if he can't leave, whee, then is going to be a big, strong, scary demon and CURL UP A BIT* ...I mean nothing.
Metatron: *looks at Beezie helplessly -- is slightly lost, honestly* ...Nothing? Beelzebub -- you mean everything, if you ask me.
Beelzebub: *looks up at him and the fire is back in his eyes* I would hurt thee so?
Metatron: *shakes his head* That doesn't mean you don't mean anything. It means -- you made a mistake. I just... want you to apologize.
Beelzebub: *sort of spits the words out* Thou'rt -crying-, angel. Becauzzzz of me. Dozzzzt thou not think I would be sorry? Doezzzzt thou truly need to azzzk--
Metatron: *eyes widen* I -- *looks guilty -- this is so wrong* I'm... sorry.
Beelzebub: *...yeah, so, now feels bad at the guilt* Azzzz am I.
Metatron: *swallows, hard, and... crumples slightly, back to crying* Thank you.
Beelzebub: *looks at him, taking a moment to register the crying, and moves into to try again to wrap arms around him*
Metatron: *lets him, this time, and -- okay, clings, and -- still crying, but... let's call it therapeutic*
Beelzebub: *doesn't trust himself to ay anything helpful, and so does not say anything, and just holds*
Metatron: I -- have to go now... *doesn't let go, though*
Beelzebub: I... I love thee, angel. I-- ...I love thee.
Metatron: *very very reluctantly lets go and smiles shakily at Beezie* I love you. *...flames away*
Session Close: Sun Oct 16 19:59:36 2005