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[godsayshi]

*ladies and gentlemen, I give you: Meta is dumb.

oh, and also? he's dead*...so, anyone who cares to walk into the mansion's main room will find a bloodsoaked angel with his face blown essentially to smithereens, surrounded by a pool of -- you guessed it! -- blood

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[spheresconfound]

*stares*

Typist: Any plans on getting him back?... Michael's eager to talk to God on his behalf.

[godsayshi]

*dead, actually!*

Typist: Well, Dili says that if both Beezie and Michael asked for Lucifer to fix Meta, he would.

[prinzzofhell]

Typist: Getting Beezie to realise that this might be a good idea will probably be more difficult than it should. He's rather stupid when he's angry.

[prinzzofhell]

Typist: ... *gives up on pronouns*

[godsayshi]

Typist: ...if Mikey suggests it in Beezie's vicinity? :O

[prinzzofhell]

Typist: ...You mean the Michael who discorporated Beezie?

[godsayshi]

Typist: ...I hate angels and demons. XD Auuugh. Any way to get Beezie to see sense?

[prinzzofhell]

Typist: ...If Lucifer brings it up to him? Er. ...Famine? Er. Maybe after the organs.

[godsayshi]

Typist: Well, if Lucifer won't, Famine might work...? ...organs, yay. I keep typoing that as "oranges."

[prinzzofhell]

Typist: Famine might be a good bet. ...and well, I keep forgetting Beezie's gender, so.

[godsayshi]

Typist: Okay. :D You should probably talk to Maja about that, of course.

...so do I. So does Meta.

[spheresconfound]

*sighs and kneels next to the body, not caring a bit about the blood on his knees* *examines it carefully, making careful note of its state, the its position, exactly where the damage is, etc. etc.; is patron of justice and the police, after all*

Typist: Gotcha. Expect me in chat in about an hour.

[godsayshi]

Typist: That'd be so totally great if I were going to be there. Er.