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Post by mephistopheles on Sept 17, 2010 22:46:49 GMT -5
It had been a rather dull afternoon. Deals were dry, hunters were sparse in the area... nothing to give a rather bored demon lord some kind of amusement. This was why, on such a day as this, the rather eccentric demon known as Mephistopheles had decided to visit the source of sin in any worthwhile bustling town: the pool hall & bar. Dressed and styled more casually as this was a pool hall and not a fancy club or anything, Mephistopheles wandered in and looked around and took interest in one of the pool tables, taking a cue and an empty table, the demon lord set up and broke. With the looks and figure this body had; Meph admittedly thought, someone was bound to come over and be easy to lure into a deal or perhaps an alleyway for a bloody death; both of which always gave the demon some level of enjoyment. "You're going down, Number 3..." Meph said, leaning forward, aiming, and thrusting the cue out, sending another ball in and raising focus...
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Post by zophiel on Sept 20, 2010 16:56:49 GMT -5
Zophiel may not really act like it, but deep down he was really paranoid. After all, he had been living on earth since the pyramids went up. He got around. He was an angel. That was enough to get into some creatures’ sh*t lists. So even though he went where he pleased, and mostly did what he pleased, but he kept all kinds of symbols and sigils painted and hidden in his apartment. He even put a symbol on his back at kept him from being banished from his human host. After all, he wasn’t allowed back in heaven yet, so even if he got sent there by some random chance, he’d be killed. The mark on his back was a very new addition. His back was still sore from having it put on.
Could you blame him for his paranoia though? After all, a good portion of his grace was stuck up in heaven. He was barely able to protect himself, and he could get exhausted easily now. And as the saying goes, just because you’re paranoid doesn’t mean you’re wrong.
As paranoid as he truly was, he never let on. You could see him walking down the street like he was big man on campus. He’d occasionally wave or nod to people he passed, but not overly so. He wanted to appear normal, after all.
So what was the paranoid angel with an ego problem doing tonight? Nothing. He was out and about trying to find something to do. He was hoping for something a little bit human to do tonight. He didn’t want to run into any creatures or demons or angels or humans with knowledge of all the before mentioned. He just wanted to get a drink, play some pool or cards, have a little chat… maybe show off for a pretty woman.
Dressed in jeans, a faded red shirt, and his ever-present black jacket, Zophiel went looking for a good time tonight. He was prepared for just about anything. He had a Ziploc bang in one jacket pocket full of rock salt, a bottle of holy water in a normal looking plastic bottle, a deck of playing cards, a yo-yo, and a few other knick knacks. The rock salt and holy water were just a precaution. He doubted there’d be anything around he couldn’t just teleport to escape from. Not that he couldn’t fight, but he was weaker than other angels, as stated before, and he didn’t want to take any chances.
Zophiel rounded a corner and found a pool hall. He smirked, shoving his hands into his pockets and walking inside. He leaned back at the bar and turned his head to the bartended, “Beer. In a glass, lots of ice.” He’d normally drink something harder than this, but he’d wait for that. He wanted to start slow. His eyes swept the pool hall and landed on a girl playing pool all alone. His first instinct was to join her, but…
Not her. He had missed it until just now. The girl wasn’t human. She was a demon. He kept his eyes locked on her and took another swig from his beer. No doubt soon enough she’d notice him, or let him know she noticed him.
This would be an interesting night.
{OOC- 548 words, sorry for the wait! I got swamped with homework}
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Post by mephistopheles on Sept 22, 2010 5:02:59 GMT -5
Sending another shot in, Meph circled the table, lining up for the next shot. Just as she did, however, something caught the demon's senses and made her miss, resulting in the cue-ball spinning and failing to hit a single one of the remaining balls on the billiard table.
Still leaned forward over the table, Mephistopheles' eyes gazed strait forward and fixed squarely on a young man near the bartable. Or rather, it seemed, through him.
The sense of discomfort and wrath filled the demon's mind as the aura and vibes were all-too-familiar. It was one of God's stupid little lapdogs; an angel, and one after a moment of staring, the demon recognized to be one known as Zophiel.
What was he doing here, anyway? The demon lord wanted to find out. Placing the pool cue on the table and leaning over it with her hands, the demon eyed Zophiel and did a quick backward jerk with her head to beckon him over.
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Post by zophiel on Sept 23, 2010 17:01:53 GMT -5
Zophiel didn’t like this one bit. Not only had the demon noticed him, she was beckoning him over as well. He knew that she knew what he was. It wasn’t like these two couldn’t tell on the spot what the other was. They were like a cobra and a mongoose… but which was which?Zophiel shrugged. If the demon wanted him dead, then he’d probably be dead by now. So he lifted his glass and strolled over to the pool table. This demon looked familiar, but he wasn’t sure from where. He didn’t want to come off like this but… they really did all look alike, to some extent. No, not the human body, but the actual creature hiding inside. Zophiel hoped it wasn’t someone he knew personally. Most of those demons would gut him and shove his yo-yo down his throat only AFTER he was close to bleeding to death. Yes, that was one thing with Zophiel that was different from demons and other angels. If his host died, so would he. Granted, he could heal a lot better than most creatures going bump in the night, but he wasn’t as immortal as his brothers and sisters. It really just effin’ sucked.
Zophiel leaned over the pool table and raised his eyes to the demon. If she wasn’t currently possessed, he might seriously think about it… no, who was he kidding? No one could replace or live up to his memory of Amisi. It was so strong in him that he hadn’t even touched another female in all his years on earth. Okay, so there was that one girl… but she kissed him first, and that’s as far as it went.
“Interested in a game?” he grinned, standing again and taking a swig from his glass.
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Post by mephistopheles on Oct 4, 2010 4:25:17 GMT -5
As the angel approached, clearly getting the message from the demon, Mephistopheles' smile grew wider and watched him as he seemed to just... see through her. Few outside of Hell had seen the demon's true appearance, and those that did tended to see it long after in their worst nightmares.
As he asked if she was interested in a game, Meph nodded. "It's like you read my mind." The demon answered, gathering the balls that had already gone in, and motioning he grab up a pool cue as well. "Don't worry, I doubt anyone's gonna pay attention to either of us so I'm sure we can chat as... freely... as you'd like." Meph's host tilted her head in curiosity as she looked him over again. "Zoph... that you? ..Gotta say, you were taller last time." She remarked, moving around the table and lining the balls together.
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Post by zophiel on Oct 9, 2010 13:06:20 GMT -5
Zophiel was a little slow tonight. This demon knew him. There was a long list of demons who knew his name, but few who’d recognize him so easily. He had to think quickly. He could tell the demon wasn’t actually a female. Too bad for the poor girl. The feeling being close to this demon was familiar too. Alcohol and thinking didn’t mix.
Then it dawned on him. One of the few demons he knew that wouldn’t have tried to kill him on sight. Duh, as the humans say, “Meph… wow. You’re more… curvy than I remember.”
Zophiel focused n that comment for a moment, about him being taller last time. It was true. Every couple of decades he had to switch bodies. Not because the human was dying or anything, he took good care of his hosts. No, it was partly due to boredom, and partly due to just wanting to let them go. He took enough of their time from them, now they could go be human. Have babies and white picket fences. I mean, come on, it was kind of obvious that Zophiel’s current body wasn’t from Egypt. He was too pale and too ginger.
“So, what are we playing? Eight ball?”
The scene might have seemed relaxed, but you have to remember, this is an angel and a demon in a pool hall. As friendly as their chatter might have been, the air was thick with tension. Zophiel didn’t like tension. Maybe a few games would lift the moods of the two.
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Post by mephistopheles on Oct 14, 2010 15:10:50 GMT -5
Mephistopheles' smile spread to a grin as Zophiel identified the demon by name. "The one and only." Meph answered, glancing down at herself for a moment when Zophiel remarked on the demon's current host body. "And yeah, A lot of people have been saying that lately..."Running her hands through her hair, Meph brushed it behind her shoulders and nodded regarding the 8-ball question and stared intently at Zophiel again, her eyes briefly changing color and gesturing to the balls. "Ladies first.""So what brings you down here? Heaven get too dull for you?" The demon asked. Meph's jealousy towards Angels had always been apparent. Lucifer's promise that they would be able to claim Heaven as their own had failed horribly all those years ago, and Meph had remained on Earth for most of that ever since. "I'd have thought you'd be teasing me about how Lucifer's plan to get us to Heaven and kick those winged stiff's asses completely failed."
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Post by zophiel on Nov 8, 2010 16:32:28 GMT -5
"You want the honest truth?" Zophiel smirked, "Heaven is anything but dull these days. I'm actually safer on earth for now." The angel twirled his cue in one hand, watching "her" prepare to make the first move.
Funny how he was really lying, all in all. True, if it were up to him, he would be on earth instead of heaven right now, but he conveniently left out the bit about being banished from heaven... for now.
"Why would I make fun of you for that fiasco?" Zophiel tilted his head slightly, "Angels wanted to win that fight just as much as the demons did. If those Winchesters hadn't intervened, we might have our paradise right now."
He rested the cue across his shoulders, watching, trying to decide what to say next. A game was rather boring without some conversation mixed in, after all.
"Surprised you haven't heard about my recent activities." he said, waiting to see what "she'd" say next.
{really sorry about this, I actually replied to this once but... when i looked today it was gone, so I had to rig this up!}
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Post by mephistopheles on Nov 9, 2010 17:09:24 GMT -5
"Really, now?" Meph asked, perking up a little. "Why would I want dull? How little you know me, Zoph." The demon said with a smirk. Noticing he was missing the remark earlier she decided to break. Moving over and taking aim, the demon struck the cue ball and broke the triangle. The balls scattered about, a striped one landed in a pocket.
"The Winchesters..." The demon mused, her expression briefly unreadable as she leaned back up, brushing her hair back again. "They've been SO annoying to the grand scheme of things. Big Bro Azazel gets blown away, his killer gets to settle down and have a Brady Bunch-sized family... Lucifer gets ousted by his own destined vessel... yeah, not a good day for us either..." Meph paused for a moment, then smiled again. "But hey, gotta think on the bright side of things! Worry too much, you get grays or wrinkles under your eyes. Everything'll bounce back, and it's already getting fun again... more or less, anyway."
As Zoph talked about his recent activities, Meph scoffed "Why would I? In between a few damned souls, a tumble in the sack with limber thing in New York... she was legal, last I checked... and thinking about the fun times to be had with the new generation of Winchesters... I'm swamped!" The demon said. "But humor me. What's been happening on your end?"
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Post by zophiel on Nov 10, 2010 23:48:02 GMT -5
Oh dear. Perhaps he said too much. He couldn’t really tell this demon he was stuck on earth now, could he? Let’s see… tell the demon you’ve been banished to earth and have few powers? That would lead to death in a fiery red ball of doom.
See, the funny thing about angels, is if they put their minds to it, they could out-lie a demon any night. The key to lying was to just twist the truth.
“Well, to be quite frank, I haven’t really been upstairs in a long time. A very long time. Remember the pyramids? Ya, I was last in heaven right before that.” Zophiel chuckled, “I got in big trouble and got banished to earth.”
Zophiel noticed the balls go in. She got stripes. Not that it mattered either way. A game was a game, didn’t matter which billiards he had to hit. Just like red and white with checkers, really.
Come to think of it… we’re angels and demons just like that? All pawns for the Father?
“So I’ve been stuck here a while. Seen a lot of crap, done a lot of crap, trying to get back to heaven, bla bla bla. Typical fallen hero story these humans seem to enjoy so much.”[/color]
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