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[ibrakeforgoats]

Having received a dressing down from his own inferior--or so he thinks, though said inferior doesn't seem to consider himself as such--the Devil is down and out in New Orleans. He's staying in the restrooms, since he doesn't know who's staying where and doesn't want to invade anyone else's territory. (Maybe Crowley had something, about his timidness, there.)

He wanders around his small area of the park before growing bored. Maybe he'll end up in your area . . . .

((Open RP. The Devil is lonely and not involved in any plots! Come play?))