1 || night || video/teneka || that old black magic

[pokesandprods]

[Someone is more than happy to be here, considering his circumstances.  Alastair would be humming if anyone could actually hear it.]

Well.  I'm not in Kansas anymore.

[He scrutinizes the PORTAL, smiling blithely into the video feed.  The fact that he can't speak doesn't appear to bother him.  Telepathy between high-level demons is fairly standard,

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teneka;

[gracereturning]

You can't be here.

teneka;

[pokesandprods]

[That chuckling in your head? Unnerving, isn't it?]

Oh...Ohhhhhh, and are you going to make me leave? Not a very good hostess, are you?

teneka;

[gracereturning]

We've met before, Alastair. I won't allow you to come into this world and destroy the lives built here by those you choose to torment.

[ Welcome to The Steely Tone of An Overprotective Angel; written and copyrighted by Anna. Blah blah blah. She is not happy. ]

teneka;

[pokesandprods]

[Get over it, toots.]

Believe me, sweetheart, I remember you. You let me know when you've found a way to flashdance me out of here.

[Look at that smile! You know you missed it.]

[ teneka ]

[scythedown]

[ So she didn't expect to hear his voice again. ]

So what were you expecting.

[ Cause she knows where he's going to end up. ]

[ teneka ]

[pokesandprods]

Something like oblivion, but not anything similar to...ah...Extreme Home Makeover. This is a bit more interior desecration than I bargained for.

[He was supposed to be dead.

He's not.

What a fine humor he's in today!]

[ teneka ]

[scythedown]

[ He's right. He's not supposed to be here, supposed to be in Purgatory and not some so-called dream city where death isn't permanent. ]

Be glad it's not the oblivion you should be in. But I'm sure you'll be changing your room to your liking soon enough.

[ teneka ]

[pokesandprods]

Oh, I can even change the drapes? Paisley is hellish, but it really isn't my thing.