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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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[arch_messenger]

This denizen of the bar has been rather annoyed since his encounter with another incarnation of Satan.
It hadn't gone well, which is to be expected, really.
As Michael reaches the bar, he freezes and closes his eyes in exasperation.

Great. Another one. At this rate he'll meet all seven, if that's the actual number.

He doesn't turn, just leans his elbows on the bar surface, and is aware.

[burning_evil]

Aha. Interesting. This looks like it could brighten up the day considerably.

He doesn't turn around. Just smiles quietly to himself and Michael will hear a voice in the vicinity of his right ear. It says,

'Boo.'

[arch_messenger]

Michael breathes in deeply, teeth grinding, then flicks a glance over his shoulder, face hard.

He’ll play along with the voice throwing.

“Scary,” deadpanned.

[burning_evil]

'Oh yes,' he agrees, in an amiable tone that is entirely faked.

'I'm renowned for it, didn't you know?'

[bright_burning]

There's someone else staring out of the observation window too, watching the explosions with a somewhat fascinated expression on her face.

She's probably noticed him, even if she hasn't said anything yet.

[burning_evil]

He smirks. Hasn't seen her in a while, so she deserves a proper welcome.

He smokes his cigarette down to the butt, and then flicks it a her. Hi, Fire.

[bright_burning]

It bounces neatly off of her hand, not leaving a mark, and she turns around to raise her eyebrows at him.

"That's no way to treat a lady, you know."

[burning_evil]

'I know.'

When has he ever treated her well?

'But you're not a lady.'

[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.

[puckishly]

"Well, well, how long has it been."

[burning_evil]

'Mr. Goodfellow.'

Excellent.

'Far longer than it should have been, obviously.' He uses his foot to push a chair towards Puck. 'Have a seat, why don't you?'

[puckishly]

Puck smiles, stepping lightly forward and dropping into the seat in question.

"I've been simply pining in your absence, you know," he says. "However have you been keeping yourself?"

[burning_evil]

'I can imagine,' he murmurs, with a smile of his own.

'Oh, with this and that.' A vague gesture. 'You know how it is. So many people. so much fun to be had.'

[song_tra_bong]

Oh good Lord.

Not that she expects the thought will make him vanish in a puff of smoke, but every little bit helps.

Given that no vanishment has occurred, she sets about ignoring him and heads over to the bar for a drink. It may not be holy water, but tequila's much more soothing.

[burning_evil]

He bursts out into a laugh, almost involuntarily.

'Oh, good try Ms. Bell,' says the voice by her ear, congratulating her.

'No one's tried that approach for ages.'

At least a week.

[song_tra_bong]

She freezes, glass halfway to her mouth, and a shudder crawls down her spine.

"Wasn't expecting it to work," she mutters, jaw clenching.

She knows he'll hear her. He always does.

[burning_evil]

'I should hope not,' he says, brightly. 'I didn't have you down as the ignorant type.'

But she could still prove him wrong.