Friday, Day, Fandom Town Jail
Angelus lay on the floor of his cell, staring up at the ceiling. He had his hands folded over his chest. One could say he looked like a corpse but, well... redundant.
"Angelus," Anakin snarled. "I'm pretty sure I made a promise to kill you."
"Ani," Angelus replied. He didn't get up. "I'm pretty sure I made a promise to turn you evil. 'course it turned out you didn't need my help."
"Pretty much blew your example right out the water," Anakin agreed easily. "Wouldn't have a problem going back there if you decide to be stupid and go after my people."
Anakin didn't have a lot of faith in jails holding people who weren't all that inclined on being held.
"Now why would I go and do a thing like that?" Angelus asked. He moved his hands down so that they were folded over his stomach. "Pretty sure you're not going to need my help in wounding and disappointing them."
"Oh, are we into the mind games portion of the day?" Anakin asked, leaning against the bars of the cell and looking bored. "Amateur."
Angelus rolled his eyes. "I'm not the one who chose to be good again. Wimp."
Anakin's eyes flashed. "What can I say? The Dark Side's dental plan was inadequate. And I hate listening to pompous assholes extolling their latest plans to take over the universe."
"Totally okay," Angelus said. He gave a sympathetic shrug. "Not everybody can hack true evil. There is absolutely nothing to be ashamed of."
"Yeah," Anakin said dryly. "That's what I'm ashamed of."
"Never said the list had to be limited," Angelus pointed out. "We could do hours on your height alone."
"Or your hair," Anakin snapped back.
"Least I didn't need to make up a scary voice to try to get people to impress me," Angelus pointed out. "You know, most people would wait for puberty to take care of that. Though in your case I can see why you made the exception."
"That was hardly my choice," Anakin said. "I'd be happy to drop you into a vat of lava and see what you sound like afterwards, though."
So helpful, that Anakin.
"And the making you taller was just how the boots fit."
"And the leg prosthetics," Anakin said a little icily. "Which also weren't my choice. I banged into doors for a while. It was hardly intimidating."
He shrugged. "Until I killed the people who snickered. I was a petty bastard."
Not a lot had changed.
"Ooo, well. Death to snickerers. Definitely evil," Angelus said, in an oh so helpfully comforting sort of fashion.
"You're hardly one to talk," Anakin said. "Biggest badass since whenever and you insisted on sticking around this island? Did you wear a 'please, come capture me' sign, too?"
"Well I could've waited for some annoying kid to show up with a positive DNA test and a stirring lesson about how the greatest good we can accomplish is being a quitter but I don't like repeating someone else's act."
Anakin's eyes narrowed. "You stay away from Luke." He gave Angelus a flash of teeth that could only generously be considered a smile. "There's no way you'd ever produce a kid that good anyway."
"Hey now," Angelus tilted his head to actually look at Anakin. "I bet soul boy has every chance to produce a kid as special as yours. If he wasn't shooting blanks, anyway."
Metal probably shouldn't creak like that. Anakin took a step back from the bars before he accidentally broke Angelus out of prison in a fit of temper.
"You planning on letting soul boy back out any time soon?" he asked.
"The words 'over my dead body' are so redundant in this situation, and yet..."
"Guess we'll have to kill you then," Anakin said, leaning against the back wall. "Rory'll just have to understand."
"Better women than you have tried."
Never let it be said that Angelus wasn't above petty insults.
"This was what I was so impressed with at 18?" Anakin raised an eyebrow. "I was an idiot."
"Feeling confident in your use of the word 'was' there, Ani?"
"Very," Anakin said, eyes narrowing. "And stop calling me Ani."
"We could segue on to jokes about the sun coming out tomorrow but - " he gestured towards himself " - vampire. I don't like you enough to give you the ammo. Or at all, long as we're on the subject."
"And here I was going to invite you to my Christmas party," Anakin said. "I'll cry sad, sad tears into my pillow. In my house. Not in a prison."
"With your mortal child."
"With my Jedi child," Anakin corrected sharply. "Don't mistake his compassion for weakness. He'll kick your ass."
"I'm sure he's just as badass as you are, Ani," Angelus said. He looked thoughtful. "Wonder if he's ever thought about following in his old man's footsteps..."
"Not once," Anakin replied, pride and fear--not that he'd admit that second part--mixing in his voice. "More than a few have asked."
"Of course," Angelus said. "After seeing what it did to you he swore to never ever think about it. Which is kinda like swearing not to think about pink crocodiles, but I'm sure good intentions count. They never steered you wrong after all."
"You stay away from him!" Anakin snarled. "He won't relive my mistakes."
Angelus grinned. "With you around, Ani, I'm sure I won't ever have to get near him."
It took Anakin a minute to get to the insult in that, but when he did, his eyes were thunderous. "Last time I killed a man in cold blood, it was for threatening my family. I'm okay with that being the standard I use."
"See, there's half your problem," Angelus said. "Real evil doesn't need a reason to kill. That's why it's, yanno, evil."
"I watched my daughter's planet explode as part of an interrogation tactic," Anakin said. "I'm well acquainted with evil. It's why I don't do it any more."
Angelus may have gritted his teeth there. Just a little. "A for effort, big guy."
"I always was an overachiever," Anakin said. "Jealous that my body count's higher? Petty, petty."
"All the more for your pesky soul to make you feel guilty about," Angelus said. "Besides, it's not quantity but quality."
"Can't there be both?" Anakin asked. "Exterminating the entire Jedi Order one at a time--there's some art in that."
He was going to be sick much, much later. Now he couldn't afford to show weakness.
"Hey, if you want to make the point that human beings and other souled types can be just as bad if not worse sick fucks than guys like me?" Angelus grinned. "Be my guest. I've been singing that song for years."
"Agreeing with you," Anakin said, then snorted. "On this, maybe. You don't hold a candle to Palpatine's kind of ingenuity. He'd been pulling the strings of the galaxy for decades before anyone figured out what his final plan was."
"I'm sure I have no idea what that feels like," Angelus drawled.
"You're not nearly smart enough," Anakin replied flatly. "You can't convince you planned for this to happen."
"No, because what I love doing is convincing people of my plans so that they can get in early to try to stop them," Angelus replied. "Seriously, were you always this stupid or did I get distracted by your whining?"
Anakin glared. "You'd hardly be the first to go down by some misplaced monologuing. So the jail thing is because, what? You're too cheap to spring for the hotel?"
"What part of 'not sharing my overall plans so you can stop me' am I just not making clear?"
"I'm not really buying the part where you're all that smart," Anakin said. "What's the point of having a plan if you can't cackle evilly at the fruition?"
Force knew that was the Emperor's favorite part.
"Screams of pain? Looks of betrayal on people's faces? Inner glow that comes from a job well done?"
"I got a lot of that second one," Anakin volunteered. "At least until the mask."
"I'll keep that in mind," Angelus said. "Lucky for me breathing's never been much of a problem."
"I wouldn't make that mistake twice," Anakin replied.
"Much though it would be funny."
"And my life revolves around amusing you," Anakin shot back.
"I would've chosen 'annoying' but yours works too."
"Hate to break it to you, but you don't really factor into what I think about on a daily basis," Anakin said.
"My unbeating heart is broken." Angelus settled back into his original position. "Always nice chatting with you, Ani. Say hi to Rory for me."
Anakin stopped dead. "You go near her and I'll take your head off at the shoulders," he hissed. "That's a promise."
He turned on his heel and stomped out.
"Promises promises," Angelus said. Then he resumed staring at the ceiling. Because that was a fascinating way to spend his time.
[NFI, OOC-AOK. Preplayed with sith_happened]
"Angelus," Anakin snarled. "I'm pretty sure I made a promise to kill you."
"Ani," Angelus replied. He didn't get up. "I'm pretty sure I made a promise to turn you evil. 'course it turned out you didn't need my help."
"Pretty much blew your example right out the water," Anakin agreed easily. "Wouldn't have a problem going back there if you decide to be stupid and go after my people."
Anakin didn't have a lot of faith in jails holding people who weren't all that inclined on being held.
"Now why would I go and do a thing like that?" Angelus asked. He moved his hands down so that they were folded over his stomach. "Pretty sure you're not going to need my help in wounding and disappointing them."
"Oh, are we into the mind games portion of the day?" Anakin asked, leaning against the bars of the cell and looking bored. "Amateur."
Angelus rolled his eyes. "I'm not the one who chose to be good again. Wimp."
Anakin's eyes flashed. "What can I say? The Dark Side's dental plan was inadequate. And I hate listening to pompous assholes extolling their latest plans to take over the universe."
"Totally okay," Angelus said. He gave a sympathetic shrug. "Not everybody can hack true evil. There is absolutely nothing to be ashamed of."
"Yeah," Anakin said dryly. "That's what I'm ashamed of."
"Never said the list had to be limited," Angelus pointed out. "We could do hours on your height alone."
"Or your hair," Anakin snapped back.
"Least I didn't need to make up a scary voice to try to get people to impress me," Angelus pointed out. "You know, most people would wait for puberty to take care of that. Though in your case I can see why you made the exception."
"That was hardly my choice," Anakin said. "I'd be happy to drop you into a vat of lava and see what you sound like afterwards, though."
So helpful, that Anakin.
"And the making you taller was just how the boots fit."
"And the leg prosthetics," Anakin said a little icily. "Which also weren't my choice. I banged into doors for a while. It was hardly intimidating."
He shrugged. "Until I killed the people who snickered. I was a petty bastard."
Not a lot had changed.
"Ooo, well. Death to snickerers. Definitely evil," Angelus said, in an oh so helpfully comforting sort of fashion.
"You're hardly one to talk," Anakin said. "Biggest badass since whenever and you insisted on sticking around this island? Did you wear a 'please, come capture me' sign, too?"
"Well I could've waited for some annoying kid to show up with a positive DNA test and a stirring lesson about how the greatest good we can accomplish is being a quitter but I don't like repeating someone else's act."
Anakin's eyes narrowed. "You stay away from Luke." He gave Angelus a flash of teeth that could only generously be considered a smile. "There's no way you'd ever produce a kid that good anyway."
"Hey now," Angelus tilted his head to actually look at Anakin. "I bet soul boy has every chance to produce a kid as special as yours. If he wasn't shooting blanks, anyway."
Metal probably shouldn't creak like that. Anakin took a step back from the bars before he accidentally broke Angelus out of prison in a fit of temper.
"You planning on letting soul boy back out any time soon?" he asked.
"The words 'over my dead body' are so redundant in this situation, and yet..."
"Guess we'll have to kill you then," Anakin said, leaning against the back wall. "Rory'll just have to understand."
"Better women than you have tried."
Never let it be said that Angelus wasn't above petty insults.
"This was what I was so impressed with at 18?" Anakin raised an eyebrow. "I was an idiot."
"Feeling confident in your use of the word 'was' there, Ani?"
"Very," Anakin said, eyes narrowing. "And stop calling me Ani."
"We could segue on to jokes about the sun coming out tomorrow but - " he gestured towards himself " - vampire. I don't like you enough to give you the ammo. Or at all, long as we're on the subject."
"And here I was going to invite you to my Christmas party," Anakin said. "I'll cry sad, sad tears into my pillow. In my house. Not in a prison."
"With your mortal child."
"With my Jedi child," Anakin corrected sharply. "Don't mistake his compassion for weakness. He'll kick your ass."
"I'm sure he's just as badass as you are, Ani," Angelus said. He looked thoughtful. "Wonder if he's ever thought about following in his old man's footsteps..."
"Not once," Anakin replied, pride and fear--not that he'd admit that second part--mixing in his voice. "More than a few have asked."
"Of course," Angelus said. "After seeing what it did to you he swore to never ever think about it. Which is kinda like swearing not to think about pink crocodiles, but I'm sure good intentions count. They never steered you wrong after all."
"You stay away from him!" Anakin snarled. "He won't relive my mistakes."
Angelus grinned. "With you around, Ani, I'm sure I won't ever have to get near him."
It took Anakin a minute to get to the insult in that, but when he did, his eyes were thunderous. "Last time I killed a man in cold blood, it was for threatening my family. I'm okay with that being the standard I use."
"See, there's half your problem," Angelus said. "Real evil doesn't need a reason to kill. That's why it's, yanno, evil."
"I watched my daughter's planet explode as part of an interrogation tactic," Anakin said. "I'm well acquainted with evil. It's why I don't do it any more."
Angelus may have gritted his teeth there. Just a little. "A for effort, big guy."
"I always was an overachiever," Anakin said. "Jealous that my body count's higher? Petty, petty."
"All the more for your pesky soul to make you feel guilty about," Angelus said. "Besides, it's not quantity but quality."
"Can't there be both?" Anakin asked. "Exterminating the entire Jedi Order one at a time--there's some art in that."
He was going to be sick much, much later. Now he couldn't afford to show weakness.
"Hey, if you want to make the point that human beings and other souled types can be just as bad if not worse sick fucks than guys like me?" Angelus grinned. "Be my guest. I've been singing that song for years."
"Agreeing with you," Anakin said, then snorted. "On this, maybe. You don't hold a candle to Palpatine's kind of ingenuity. He'd been pulling the strings of the galaxy for decades before anyone figured out what his final plan was."
"I'm sure I have no idea what that feels like," Angelus drawled.
"You're not nearly smart enough," Anakin replied flatly. "You can't convince you planned for this to happen."
"No, because what I love doing is convincing people of my plans so that they can get in early to try to stop them," Angelus replied. "Seriously, were you always this stupid or did I get distracted by your whining?"
Anakin glared. "You'd hardly be the first to go down by some misplaced monologuing. So the jail thing is because, what? You're too cheap to spring for the hotel?"
"What part of 'not sharing my overall plans so you can stop me' am I just not making clear?"
"I'm not really buying the part where you're all that smart," Anakin said. "What's the point of having a plan if you can't cackle evilly at the fruition?"
Force knew that was the Emperor's favorite part.
"Screams of pain? Looks of betrayal on people's faces? Inner glow that comes from a job well done?"
"I got a lot of that second one," Anakin volunteered. "At least until the mask."
"I'll keep that in mind," Angelus said. "Lucky for me breathing's never been much of a problem."
"I wouldn't make that mistake twice," Anakin replied.
"Much though it would be funny."
"And my life revolves around amusing you," Anakin shot back.
"I would've chosen 'annoying' but yours works too."
"Hate to break it to you, but you don't really factor into what I think about on a daily basis," Anakin said.
"My unbeating heart is broken." Angelus settled back into his original position. "Always nice chatting with you, Ani. Say hi to Rory for me."
Anakin stopped dead. "You go near her and I'll take your head off at the shoulders," he hissed. "That's a promise."
He turned on his heel and stomped out.
"Promises promises," Angelus said. Then he resumed staring at the ceiling. Because that was a fascinating way to spend his time.
[NFI, OOC-AOK. Preplayed with sith_happened]