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Closed ♪ You think you know about me

Who: Mephisto Pheles (

meinwaifu) & various.
What: Mephisto laughing at people who are just trying to do their jobs... basically.
When: Throughout February
Where: The Altar of Volkra (Wyver), The Simwe Institute (Olympia)
Warning(s): None

Individual starters below! If you're interested in threading with Mephisto, I have a top-level on the Intro log, or you can hit me up on plurk at

randomsnarfle!

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[shit this guy knew what they were doing. Well, it wasn't as if Shura hadn't spied in on a few ceremonies before. She's vaguely familiar with the ritual they were supposed to do now, just enough that should could probably BS her way through it.]

You're being impatient. But very well, if you insist. I'll collect the knife and the texts, you'll gather the rest.

[She hurries to pass him, intending to pass him, wave him off to collect the rest of the... things. She could slip an extra knife in her cloak without drawing much attention to it if she could just shake this guy for a few minutes...]

...that won't be necessary. Everything has already been prepared.

[He gestures to the altar in front of then, where indeed, the supplies are all laid out... since the actual priest who was to assist her had already been here and completed it himself! But Shura doesn't know that -- and he's counting on her not knowing about the specifics of the ritual either, in case anything does happen to be missing.]

[...like the knife she needs. But the blood has already been drawn from a dragon, so there was no real reason for it to be here, right? It's sitting right there in a big silver goblet, waiting to be drank.]

[fuk

She casts a glance to the altar. Some... blood, crap, what was she supposed to do with that. Incense. A scroll. A few odds and ends that were probably important. Shura moves to the altar, running her fingers over the edge of the table. Some of this stuff was probably valuable, but it wasn't what she needed.]

Did you set this up, brother?

[THE SHEER WILLPOWER IT TAKES NOT TO LAUGH WHEN SHE CALLS HIM BROTHER]

[But okay, really, he's not sure how long he can keep this up. If she turns around, she'll be able to see Mephisto there, looking like he's about to bust-up laughing and definitely not dressed up like a priest, even if the cloak might give that impression from behind.]

[But for now? For now, he's gonna see how far he can get her to go. Because while he may not known this ritual, he knows what they do with the dragon blood--]

I did, yes. Would you do the honors of taking the first drink?

[Maybe if he wasn't so busy trying not to laugh, he would notice the way she reaches for the scroll and just

throws it at his face ]

Idiot!

[ Of course, as soon as she does it, she catches a glimpse of who's under the cowl... ]

You--

[FUCKIN' CACKLES-- even as the scroll is thrown in his face.]

Hahahah! I can't believe how easy that was! Now just what sort of game are you playing right now, dressed up like that? Don't tell me they've converted you!

[This bastard... But maybe, this could work in her favor.]

Tch, I should ask you the same.

[Since she doesn't have to explain why she was apparently so mad about the scroll, she'll just lean down to grab it.]

There's something I need to grab. If someone comes in cover for me, will ya?

[He owes her. This is the least he can do.]

[He figured she thought he was joking about the blood-- but ah, if she's not going to explain anything, he won't either.]

Oh, what's this? Are you so hurting for silver that you've resorted to common thievery? How tragic!

Well, it ain't like I'm cut for bodyguardin'.

[Nothing is too low for Shura when she has to ensure that she has a roof over her head. But it's not desperation that drove her to this--she's just willing to do a job.]

I'll be right back.

[She has no intention of giving him the chance to argue before she pivots on her heel and moves to march herself to the supply room. She'd grab it, hopefully get through the ceremony okay, and bail. Shoot, if he was really useful, maybe she'd consider splitting the profits with him.

Nah, that's a lie.]

[He snickers at that but won't comment, shooting a look over his shoulder before disappearing in a poof!]

[...and reappearing as a plain black crow. With a little pink bow tied on one of his legs because #aesthetic is important. He flutters over behind Shura, looking for a nice spot to perch in the hallway once she's reached the supply room.]

[He's not going to say anything, but he's totally playing lookout for her.]

[Maybe cutting a joke at her own expense was worth it, since he seems to be suddenly much more compliant.

At least it isn't difficult to find the supply room, and the dagger's there where the harried priest left it. How irresponsible! It could be a trick, but a quick examination proves that this is likely the same knife. It's easy enough to slip hide that away in the pocket of the inner robes she had snagged, and then make her way out before beating a retreat.]

I trust you haven't misbehaved, brother?

[Everything looked okay on returning...]

[SHE CALLED HIM BROTHER AGAIN this is hilarious to him for some reason. Especially since he's just gonna go ahead and stay a bird for now.]

[He flutters up from where he's been perched and lands on her shoulder whether she wants him there or not. dealwithit.gif]

Certainly better behaved than you. [You know, seeing as she threw something at him earlier and is stealing from priests, smh] There are people in the alter room now. I do hope you have a plan for sneaking back out of here -- I'm not sure I'm feeling generous enough to help with that.

[...a-also it'd be slightly out of range for how far he can teleport and he'd rather she not know exactly how useless he is with regards to that.]

[ l i s t e n mephisto, you're one to talk]

Better behaved? Thas' a laugh.

[Was this him trying to work with her on this stupid mission, or was he going to just watch and see her fumble? It's impossible to tell, but Shura won't try to shrug his bird self off of her shoulder.]

Crap on me, and yer dead.

[That's her only warning, readjusting her hood before she makes her way back to the altar. The ceremony isn't hard--a blessing for a young man who was about to duel another dude for honor or somesuch. Shura wasn't feeling particularly hopeful for the scrawny young man in front of her, but maybe the other guy was worse. The only hard part was going to be drinking the blood. And it's not that it's dragon's blood--she just doesn't want to drink any blood. Gross. So she's prepared for a foul taste, but not for the burning. She almost chokes--not enough to give it away to the ceremony's participants, but Mephisto can probably tell from his vantage point that she's almost choking on the liquid. Saying that's she's forcing the blood down is an understatement... this burns and tastes atrocious, and there's still a few mouthfuls left--]

[Definitely here to watch and see her fumble. She only asked him to be a lookout -- if she wanted any more help from him, she'd have to ask for it!]

[Now, whether he'd actually help? That's probably still up for debate.]

[But damn if the sight of her practically gagging on the blood doesn't almost make him laugh and give away his disguise! ...not that anyone would think for even a moment that a laughing bird is actually a man, but hey, you never know.]

[He's not going to be any help with this, waiting for her to drink it down and the ceremony to end before snickering by her ear.]

I certainly hope they're paying you well to be going to all this trouble... was it that bad?

[She can't see the grin on his face, but it sure carries in his voice.]

[Mephisto's help usually isn't all that it's cracked up to be. Not that it's usually cracked up at all. Not the point. But still, after chugging that blood and having to deal with all of the bull she had to in order to procure the knife, she's in a Mood. Which is why she thinks Mephisto really ought to keep his beak shut.]

Whaddya think, bird brain? We're gettin' outta here now--that's the way to the left. Stick around if ya wanna, but I ain't gettin' caught.

[She sounds awfully confident. It's possible that she had mapped out her escape early on, but even so...]

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