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[burning_evil]

Bah. Sundays. Boring. Hence, one incarnation of Satan, inna bar. He's smoking as usual and for once, isn't surveying the denizens of Bar. He's staring out of the observation window instead with a blank expression.

Could mean anything.

[OOC: Need to slowtime for one hour, say sorry. Will be back after that! Back!]

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[waylostandfound]

Nathan's run into a few devils and demons already. He still doesn't see any difference in them as opposed to the very real evil of Linderman back in his world.

Both know how to pull strings, and tempt people.

Hence Nathan was also watching the stars exploding outside with a mixed expression.

[burning_evil]

Satan has his head resting back in his chair, shades on, eyeing...well, everything. Nathan gets scanned and he smiles to himself. Conversation may just liven this day up somewhat.

'I, personally, think it'd be nice if it did something different for once,' he says, in an idle Irish drawl and with a casual gesture at the exploding stars.

[waylostandfound]

Nathan casually glanced back at the speaker, "Hmm? Yeah, be a change at any rate."

[burning_evil]

'Maybe we should break the window and see what happens.'

Well, why not? It'd be a change.

[waylostandfound]

Nathan eyed him, "You're kidding, right? That supposed to be your idea of a joke?"

[burning_evil]

'No.'

He moves a finger and a crack appears in the glass. As he moves his hand upwards, the crack follows.

...its only an illusion. Satan enjoys the bar too much to try and destroy it.

'How much pressure do you think it'll take before it breaks?' he asks, in a conversational tone.

[waylostandfound]

Nathan watched for a split second.

Jesus... if it goes. How many people would die in here? And a perverse part of his mind pointed out how many less were here than in half of New York. The half that will vaporized within a week or two now.

He just calmly replied, "Stop. Don't."

[burning_evil]

'You don't think its a good idea?'

Shame. He sighs and drops his hand. The 'crack' disappears.

'I thought it would liven the day up nicely, Mr. Petrelli. Ah well.'

[waylostandfound]

Nathan just shook his head with a stern expression. Hardening the already chiseled-like features.

"Fail to see how mass murder would liven up any day. How do you know my name?" Might have met his brother, but he doubted it.

"What are you?" Since he had some idea that who wouldn't entirely cover it.

[burning_evil]

'I have a lot of names,' he says, casually. 'Whereas you people only have one or two.'

There's a small pause.

'I used to be an angel. A long time ago.'

[waylostandfound]

Yeah, sounded like a few others he ran into around here. But not a deity.

"Used to be? Let me guess, had a falling out since then?" Nathan carefully asked, his eyes watchful.

[burning_evil]

'Mmm, something like that.'

He laughs, a touch sarcastically.

'They were so touchy about that whole raising an army in Heaven thing. Still, it all worked out for the best in the end.'

This way turned out to be much more fun.

[waylostandfound]

Nathan nodded, "Ran into a woman who claimed to be the devil too. That's your story then?"

[burning_evil]

'Claimed?'

How rude!

'Was it the geisha? If so, she was telling you the truth. And I can assure you, its no story.' He pulls his shades down his nose a little, so he can regard Nathan over the top of them with a cold blue gaze. 'Sceptiscm is so human. So...small.'

[waylostandfound]

"That was the impression I was left with, and no, never met any geisha around here."

Nathan remarked and folded his arms in front of him, "I'm being a realist. Already know your kind exists, not much different from the human versions though."

[burning_evil]

'Human versions of...me?'

He actually looks confused, because no.

'Explain that.'