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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
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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
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[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.]
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[...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.]
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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...]
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[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.]
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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--]
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[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.]
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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...]