2 summons | voice - BUISNESS DISTRICT

[deal_withthe]

[Well, first thing that comes across the feed when it starts is little more than a few muffled voices, whoever is holding the phone covering the speaker until they finish. It's a harsh sound even through the interference, almost commanding, but it's gone when Belial turns his attention to the phone proper.]All right, ladies and gentlemen, I'll try

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[immortalstudies]

VIDEO

And then what do you plan to do once you've found them?

[deal_withthe]

VOICE

[Huh, well you sure look familiar. Huey can't see it, but Belial has to look his image over before he answers.]

I plan to make the self-important fucks do what they should have done when we arrived here- send the rest of us back where we come from.

[Yeah, and then he has to pause again. He has met this man before, back in Icarus. So he and Vulpes weren't the only ones the goddess lost her grip on. It's a cheering thought.] It was Laforet, wasn't it?

[immortalstudies]

[That causes him a pause for a heartbeat. Exactly a heartbeat before you can see his lips curve up into a smile that is genuine, but genuine with fascination and cold interest and nothing else.]

That is correct.

[And he doesn't say anything else. The temptation's really too great. He wants to know what the other will say, how he'll be greeted by this strange fellow who obviously knows something about him. Whether he's from his own world or another, this has potential.]

[deal_withthe]

[That's....not quite recognition. But that's fixed easily enough, because half a moment later Belial switches on the video feed on his end as well, eyeing the man with too dark eyes.]

Huey Laforet. [He has to repeat for emphasis, watch for any reaction the man might have at hearing the full name. Another familiar face is fantastic, another potential ally, and from what he remembers of their brief talks before, of the man's past brush with other demons....] Come now, I can't be that unmemorable, can I?

[immortalstudies]

[He looks the other man over, nothing but mildly amused curiosity on his own face. This isn't what he had expected when he answered to the announcement, but he likes this even better. It's interesting.]

Refresh my memory. Where have we met before?

[deal_withthe]

[....or maybe he just won't be getting any recognition at all. That's....a little odd, to say the least, and his stare turns almost critical for a moment. But he hides the minor disappointment behind a nonchalant shrug. Well, damn.]

Suppose it doesn't much matter now. But I'm sure we'll become become reacquainted very soon.

[immortalstudies]

I'd love that, Mr...?

I suppose that means you know me from more than just the papers?

[deal_withthe]

Belinger. [That was the same name he gave last time, too, wasn't it? Not that it made a difference now what he used. But he smirks, civil enough, though the question is waved away for one of his own.] Tell me, is there anything you think you'd be able to lend us a hand with?

[immortalstudies]

Mr Bellinger. Shouldn't you know that already if you know who I am?

[Yeah, he likes this guy. ♥]

[deal_withthe]

[Oh, just wait till you get to meet him in person, bro. ♥]

I'm afraid I didn't have the chance to get as well acquainted with you as I would have liked.

[immortalstudies]

Tell me what you do know, then. Humour me.

[deal_withthe]

I know that you've encountered at least one other of my kind in the past.

[immortalstudies]

And what would that be, your kind?

[Oh, he's intrigued. ♥]

[deal_withthe]

[He pauses for a moment, debating on whether or not the question is really worth answering, but....]

You should come to the station, if you ever have the chance to. I think we can talk more easily in person.

[read: no way in hell he's going into detail over a public line thank you very much. :|]

[immortalstudies]

Should I feel flattered or threatened to receive a personal invitation, Mr Bellinger?

[He'll go. You know he'll go.]

And what should I tell the guards so they won't shoot me on sight?

[deal_withthe]

Telling you now would spoil the surprise, wouldn't it? [Oh, he's pretty sure he'll take up the invite. And that smile says as much.] And you don't have to worry about that. I'll let the men know to let you by.