Application for the Devil.

[ibrakeforgoats]

With a slight pop! and a brief shot of flame, a tallish figure appears. It soon becomes evident that he has small black horns, cloven hooves, and a bit of a paunch.

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[ibrakeforgoats]

"Mmm. I like the sound of it, really."

It's definitely not based on Walpurgis Night. No, he's much too creative for that.

[ibrakeforgoats]

"Well, as an honest man," the Devil says, "I must admit that I often feel and act, er, 'genial,' as you say."

[swordandchalice]

"No, no...." Setsuna starts insisting as he shows up, unable to keep himself away. Come on.... How could he?

"I'll call you a devil, but not THE Devil. And...if we're getting Devils and Satans around here, does that mean we're gonna end up with a God or two as well?" The question is necessary, as Setsuna's not fond of the concept.

[ibrakeforgoats]

"Excuse me?" the Devil asks. "How am I not the real Devil? I promise you, I'm the only one. There can't be more. It wouldn't make sense.

"And don't call me Satan. Ugh."

He rather doesn't want to think about the God question.

[swordandchalice]

Setsuna doesn't want to think too much about God showing up either, he so doesn't bother to ask anytihng about it again.

Instead, he focuses on, "Oh, I'm not saying you're not the real Devil, but you're not the only one I know. This causes a bit of a problem, you see. Granted, I don't go around addressing him as Devil."

Setsuna appears to ponder over the matter for a moment, but then his lips curl up and he impishly decides, "Although, if you dislike Satan that much, it's highly tempting to call you Sat-chan."

[ibrakeforgoats]

The Devil doesn't know why "Sat-chan" sounds so threatening. But oh, it does.

"Your Highness works," he says. "Or variants, you know."

He really, really doesn't like being reminded of his past, and he's never found another name that suits him.

[salt_and_burn]

Dean can't really help but show up when he hears someone introducing himself as the Devil, but he finds himself somewhat at a loss for words when he arrives. Horns and hooves? What the hell?

Finally, at a distance, he ventures to ask, "What's so annoying about vampires?"

[ibrakeforgoats]

What the hell indeed.

"Oh, nothing too bad, I suppose. And some of them are all right, of course. But so many take their stereotype so seriously, they're no fun to be around. No sense of humor, most vampires."

[salt_and_burn]

Dean takes a few seconds to think the answer over. He isn't surprised to hear that vampires don't have a sense of humor--most evil things don't; one of the many reasons he hates them--but there's still the whole Devil thing going on here, and he doesn't know what to make of it.

"So, uh, you... You're the Devil? Master of hell, and all that?" he asks.

((Sorry, reposted for tense screw-up.))

[ibrakeforgoats]

"Of course. Who else would I be?"

A small point of what appears to be a barbed tail slips out from behind his suit before it disappears again, rather suddenly.

(('Sall good!))

[nellielovett]

Oh dear oh dear. Just when Mrs Lovett had finally decided that she was not, in fact, in Hell.

She regards the new arrival very, very anxiously from behind a shrub.

"Mr Devil, sir? You're not -- where did you -- you're not in charge here, are you?"

Oh, to be sure, they've all said the Mouse is sort of in charge of things, but if this is really the Devil ... one had better ask.

[ibrakeforgoats]

The Devil looks horrified. "Oh, no. I'm not in power here. I wouldn't subject anyone to this sort of pain."

He likes playing tricks, and he doesn't mind occasionally torturing a soul here and there, but psychological warfare, the sort that a strange place like this creates, just isn't his thing.

[nellielovett]

"...oh."

Well, that wasn't any kind of answer she was expecting.

"That's very goo-- er. Very gentlemanly of you I'm sure," she says cautiously, still not venturing out from behind the shrub. "May I ask what you're doing here then, sir?"

[ibrakeforgoats]

"Actually, that's a question I'd like to know the answer to myself. I was just out for a walk and I was suddenly confronted by a . . . strange . . . cat and a two dimensional mouse."

He thinks for a bit.

"I'm not a gentleman, you know," he says, "but would you like help out of that shrub?"

[average_adam]

Adam doesn't run to the entrance plaza when he hears the name. No, he walks calmly at a steady pace because he would have known if, well, let's just say that he knows what he should be feeling and he isn't.

Entering, the young man looks at the newest arrival. Horns and hooves? Then he Looks, as if he can read the devil's entire story in an instant across the back of his skull. He raises an eyebrow.

"Hi."

[ibrakeforgoats]

"Somebody's trying something they oughtn't be," he says, and turns around to see the young blond man.

"Hello," the Devil says, tugging absently on a horn. His head feels odd.

((Adam! GO! Cheers! . . . Sorry. No more from me.))

[average_adam]

((I sent in Adam because Crowley won't be nearly so understanding. XD))

"Seems that way," he replies calmly. "I'm Adam."

[ibrakeforgoats]

((Oh jeez. I wouldn't want to see how that conversation'd go.))

Mildly: "That's an interesting name." He waits a bit, then offers, "You can call me the Devil."

He holds his hand out.