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Who: John, Lucifer, Open
When: Day 67
Where: In and around Bell Pointe
What: John and Lucifer arrive in Bell Pointe on a mission. Unfortunately for them, their mission isn't going to go as smoothly as they planned.
OOC Note: If you'd like to encounter one or the other specifically, just note in the subject of the comment which one you'd like your character to encounter. Otherwise, I'll just pick at random.
"Told you I'd get us here, didn't I?"
Although he didn't look over, John could practically hear the eyebrow rise. Course, maybe it was just the dry, unimpressed tone in the Morningstar's voice. "And where is here, Magician?"
He shrugged, and after a moment's pause, took a long drag on his cigarette to forestall the need to answer immediately. Million bloody pound question, wasn't it? If he had known the answer, well, he would have at least informed Lucifer prior to their departure. Gods knew he never bothered with preparations.
"Where we need to be," he answered finally. "You want a map, mate, that'll cost you extra." When in doubt, misdirection with infuriating nonsense, that was the ticket. Said so right in the Dealing with Devils for Dummies handbook.
"I suspect I've not the requisite beer goggles with which to read such a masterpiece," came Lucifer's bland retort.
Leave it to the Devil to pick at a sore subject. "Yeah, yeah, Mum. Sorry to disappoint your tender sensibilities."
"Three hours, Magician." The no-nonsense tone meant business, and John made an irreverent show of blowing smoke through his nose as he flicked a hand in a get on with it, squire gesture. "I will meet you here."
John nodded, inhaling another lungful of smoke. Bluster and bullshit aside, there was something prickling up the back of his neck, churning up an uneasiness in his gut. "Take it easy, eh?" A sideways glance took in the way the Morningstar's lips thinned at the warning. "Something's dodgy 'bout this place."
"I expected nothing less."
And if John was expecting Lucifer to say goodbye, or in some way acknowledge him, he was sorely mistaken. Without another word, the former angel walked off into the fog, hands tucked into the pockets of his poncy overcoat. Like he didn’t have a care in the world. Like it hadn’t been his bleeding idea to embark on this cock-up in the first place.
“Right, then. Off we go.” Choosing left instead of right at random, John set off in the opposite direction, gait a leisurely stroll of carelessness. They’d find what they’d come for, in and out before anyone was the wiser.
He hoped.
When: Day 67
Where: In and around Bell Pointe
What: John and Lucifer arrive in Bell Pointe on a mission. Unfortunately for them, their mission isn't going to go as smoothly as they planned.
OOC Note: If you'd like to encounter one or the other specifically, just note in the subject of the comment which one you'd like your character to encounter. Otherwise, I'll just pick at random.
"Told you I'd get us here, didn't I?"
Although he didn't look over, John could practically hear the eyebrow rise. Course, maybe it was just the dry, unimpressed tone in the Morningstar's voice. "And where is here, Magician?"
He shrugged, and after a moment's pause, took a long drag on his cigarette to forestall the need to answer immediately. Million bloody pound question, wasn't it? If he had known the answer, well, he would have at least informed Lucifer prior to their departure. Gods knew he never bothered with preparations.
"Where we need to be," he answered finally. "You want a map, mate, that'll cost you extra." When in doubt, misdirection with infuriating nonsense, that was the ticket. Said so right in the Dealing with Devils for Dummies handbook.
"I suspect I've not the requisite beer goggles with which to read such a masterpiece," came Lucifer's bland retort.
Leave it to the Devil to pick at a sore subject. "Yeah, yeah, Mum. Sorry to disappoint your tender sensibilities."
"Three hours, Magician." The no-nonsense tone meant business, and John made an irreverent show of blowing smoke through his nose as he flicked a hand in a get on with it, squire gesture. "I will meet you here."
John nodded, inhaling another lungful of smoke. Bluster and bullshit aside, there was something prickling up the back of his neck, churning up an uneasiness in his gut. "Take it easy, eh?" A sideways glance took in the way the Morningstar's lips thinned at the warning. "Something's dodgy 'bout this place."
"I expected nothing less."
And if John was expecting Lucifer to say goodbye, or in some way acknowledge him, he was sorely mistaken. Without another word, the former angel walked off into the fog, hands tucked into the pockets of his poncy overcoat. Like he didn’t have a care in the world. Like it hadn’t been his bleeding idea to embark on this cock-up in the first place.
“Right, then. Off we go.” Choosing left instead of right at random, John set off in the opposite direction, gait a leisurely stroll of carelessness. They’d find what they’d come for, in and out before anyone was the wiser.
He hoped.