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[gettingofftrack]

*the first thing anyone's going to notice is the crackling sound of flames filling the air; the second thing will be, a few seconds later, the sound's source making itself evident by the rather large column of orange flame that's materialized out of nowhere in particular -- this will slowly resolve itself into the shape of a young man, still molded

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[angel_afire]

Drama queen. *grins* Hey, Tommy Boy.

[gettingofftrack]

It's in my blood. I can't help it. *tries to look exasperated and doesn't really succeed* Hi, Seraphina. How are you?

[angel_afire]

Well, mine too, sort of, but you don't see me creating infernos just for the hell of it. Pun not really intended, but it works. And really well, for the most part, except I still have to kill my uncle. You?

[gettingofftrack]

That's why I exist. To create the infernos that you're missing out on. *bright grin* *...and a headtilt* Kill your uncle? Which one? I've been learning to swordfight from Uncle Michael, actually. *is far too thrilled about this*

[whichsideamion]

*beams and offers him a rabbit -- it is, in fact, the baibee one, mottled gold and black, and named after one of his fathers* I would have brought the duck, but Satan's mad at him. *^___^ -- yes, we have skewed ideas of proper greetings*

[gettingofftrack]

*...takes it, then, with a grin and a sekkrit "eee fuzzy ^___^"* Uncle Lucifer, or are you being yourself? Er, again?

[whichsideamion]

My duck. *giggles* One of them, anyway. *nods to the bunny* That's the Metatron. He's Michael and Gabriel's baby.

[gettingofftrack]

You actually named your duck after Uncle Lucifer? *...blinks, stares, then laughs* I have to tell my father that.

[eventhegoodguys]

*and he gets a low, sweeping, rather overly theatrical bow* Welcome, then, Thomas Morningstar. I certainly hope your stay has been as all but thoroughly pleasant as mine has.

[gettingofftrack]

*...can't help looking amused, but -- he gets a smile* If your stay's been pleasant, I guess I can hold out hope for mine. It's a virtue and everything. Hope, not pleasantness.

[eventhegoodguys]

"Pleasant" is far too weak a word to describe the majority of my stay, alas, but there isn't time enough in the world to use all of the superlatives I'd like to. *grins* Ah, but it should be, no? And forgive me, but I believe I've forgotten to introduce myself. Joseph. *and another bow, yes*

[gettingofftrack]

*oh, brightens a little* Joseph, Joseph -- *snaps his fingers, though he really obviously knew all along* My brother talks about you all the damn time.

[keepthesparks]

*beams, rather brightly and obviously flirtatiously, and her wings are out, yes, yes* That's an interesting name. I'm Joanna of Cedar Hills and it's very nice to meet you.

[gettingofftrack]

*grins, sure, and there's still that charm there* The interesting part is my father's fault. I'm sure it's nice to meet you too.

[keepthesparks]

Really? * -- and further beaming* I'm sure it will be. I'll do whatever I can to make it nice.

[gettingofftrack]

Really. Named after Lucifer. *-- awww, keeps the faint grin, and gestures slightly at her wings* You're an angel? You don't feel like one.

[notthefurryone]

*...looks halfway between amused and impressed* Well. There's something you don't see every day. *offers a hand, then* Hi. Spike Hawke-Next.

[gettingofftrack]

*will take his hand and shake it with a grin that's not really as sheepish as it's trying to be* I get it from my fathers.

[notthefurryone]

*grins* I used to be a lot happier to hear other people say "fathers", but here it's incredibly common. Not that it still isn't a great thing, but. Dare I ask after yours?

[gettingofftrack]

Mine aren't as common, so maybe I still have a chance of impressing you. *another grin* The Voice of God and the Lord of the Flies.