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There seemed to be this naughty amusement in her eyes that delighted Tristan’s smile. At least that’s how Tristan read it.

"Thanks. I will. But, who is your sister? Or you for that matter?"

mistressmernick

Kader examined the portrait of defiance that stood before her, taking in her-- and her siblings'-- fine work. This one was rather intriguing. At least as intriguing as a painting could be while still in progress.

"The one to whom I was referring is Moira." The goddess paused, the thought of a grin pulling at her lips. "Kader," she began, simply. "Mernick," she continued, imperiously.

#Tristan

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Tristan didn’t realize someone was watching him. He looked up and couldn’t help but slightly grin at the touch of snide in her facial expression. Her words were even better.

"No. Actually it’s quite graphic. I like something that leaves a little more to the imagination. But, I was considering reorganizing it in the children’s section in hopes it riles up some conservative parent some day when their kid takes it home and asks for an explanation."

mistressmernick

Kader was not oft caught by surprise-- to be entirely truthful, she was never caught by surprise-- but Tristan's youthful mischievousness reminded her too much of her siblings not to grin almost incredulously.

"I am sure my darling sister will be quite perturbed to find it out of order upon her next inventory, though I hardly mind. Do as you please."

#tristan

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"A beautiful day like this shouldn’t be wasted inside."

mistressmernick

"You, of all beings, should know there will be more. Though, no day is wasted on my watch."

#ira

notdeathexactly:

"No…" Red tinged Moira’s cheeks. She didn’t know why she even tried. "I’m requesting an invitation to go out." She kept herself from adding "I don’t need more orders, thank you." She shifted a little on her feet. “Because I don’t go out. I was agreeing with you.” A sigh escaped her lips. “Forget it. I need to do inventory on the rare books anyway.”

"Go out?" Kader questioned her sister with an uncharacteristic trepidation. She was beginning to think none of her siblings could handle their duties any longer-- perhaps they were bored or tired. "Then why don't you go out? Go somewhere. Have the twins show you around." Kader suggested, her cadence not far from monotony. "Oh yes, I'm sure if you leave for a moment a book will wander off."

#Moira

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“Rough eon?” he echoes across the bar. “Nothing’s ever lived long enough to bother me across my whole damned existence.” Alaric turns on his stool then, just far enough to smile and lean forward to address the Mernick present. It’s a lie they both know. Alaric has many ‘eternal’ headaches.

”You would know best of my tally though, wouldn’t you love?”

Kader. Of course it is. To his credit at least, Alaric recognized her quickly. She was the ever present calm keeping things level and as they should be. She was also the perpetual thorn in his side. After all, Alaric wanted to tip the scales drastically in his favor. Damned shame that all he did, her idle little fingers put right again.

Whiskey in hand, the demon makes his way to her side. Needless to say he’s none too gentle in making room for himself at the stool next to her. “I’ll confess I’m a small bit surprised to see you flitting about amongst the rabble.”

A bemused grin pulls the flesh of Kader's immortal cheek taught at the Demon's retort. She corrects her posture atop the stool and turns her head only slightly to allow a flash of the amusement to flit across her face as he leans forward. If nothing else, Alaric knew well how to keep up appearances-- even in the company of a Mernick.

"And much more."

A glimmer of recognition flitted across the demon's features and Kader could be no more certain of his quiet disdain for her had he told her outright. No being on earth was nearly as adept at keeping things level as Kader, though she'd be out a job if there were one.

Kader watches-- as she is want to do-- as Alaric makes a crowd of himself and claims the stool beside her. Idle fingers coil around a thick glass of nothing in particular. Alcohol is hardly worth Kader's time.

"I find a certain pleasure in watching the portraits I've painted develop into masterpieces. We are all allowed a bit of narcissism, are we not?" she muses over the glass before taking a short drink.

#alaric

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Heron shrugged amicably and placed the book on a stack near him. “Well, you’re right, considering where we are. What I meant was: am I in your way? Do you need something?”

mistressmernick

Nonplussed, Kader eyed the Angel and the literature he had placed on the shelf. "Hardly," she began, cerulean irises taking not of the exact angle at which his lips quirked. "It is near impossible for anyone to find themselves in my way. Without my prior knowledge, of course."

#heron

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He looks up from the random tome he’d picked up as the person unknown entered his line of vision. “Can I help you?” he asks with a curious brow raised — most people tended not to go out of their way just to say hello to Heron.

mistressmernick

Kader nearly drifted around the rows, making it seem as though she were keeping herself occupied in this corporal moment. A rather snide grin graced her otherwise impassive features as she leaned against the stack near Heron. "One might think I should be asking you that."

#heron

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Of course he’d end up here again. Though he was on a new world record of restraining himself in indulging in alcohol. It let him focus on things. On setting the careful little pieces in place. Alaric downs the whiskey like water and hums low. Mostly he’s been trying to forget the scent of angel that still burns with saccharine warmth. No amount of succubus or incubus company could remedy his plight. Maybe a brief bout of alcoholism would.

“Oi,” he half-barks out, “Get me another.”

mistressmernick

Balance. It was the purpose of her existence and what she so diligently worked for, while simultaneously being the thing so many mortals tended to lack-- especially those tottering home from their alcoholic daliances. Kader saw through them as she walked passed, their lives derivative of so many others before them. History repeats because the gods have run out of ideas, Kader snickered to herself, inwardly.

Pushing open the door, she strode to the bartop and perched herself on a stool, content to let the drone of activity caress her ever-active mind. Prague 6's Head Demon had other plans, it seemed, as his voice cut through the air like a seismic tremor.

"Rough eon?" Kader crooned in his direction.

#alaric

miscreantmernick

"Why thank you, Kader. That is actually the most useless comment I’ve heard today, and a 17-year-old made a point to remind me the new 50 Shades trailer came out."

"Presumably."

mistressmernick

"Oh, but of course. I live to inundate you with useless information. It is my greatest joy in this life, after all."

"Being the operative word, yes."

#arthur

notdeathexactly

She kept saying eternity, perhaps hoping Moira didn’t already picture all the ways this world could go wrong and end them all. She shook the thought out of her head gently, focused on Kader’s eyes, not as calm as she expected. “May I request it then?” Sometimes it seemed to her that half of her family never stopped partying and the other never stopped working. Their focus was balance after all.

mistressmernick

Kader's brow showed little sign of the furrow that lie in wait. Occasionally, Kader could not be sure she was speaking to her siblings when they acted in such opposition to the characters she had come to know. Though Moira always seemed to have her days-- today appeared to be one. "Are you requesting you rethink your life choices, or are you requesting I tell you to do so?"

#moira

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He laughed and clasped his hands together, “Oh but I do.” Critiqued his works, perhaps, or indulged in the bitter veneer of his soul. The two could be synonymous given the proper endeavor. The vampire’s steely eyes rose to Kader’s expectantly, but settled to marvel in the vacancy them. “Books are much more than objects. Occasionally you’ll read one only to be filled with an evangelical zeal, and the world becomes shattered thereafter. Wouldn’t you agree? You’ve lived for centuries, and yet these fantastical worlds-” he held up the yellow pages held together with a weary binding, “-invented by humans makes them alike you, Goddess..”

mistressmernick

"Nothing," she answered, eyes as untenanted and uninterested in talks of literature as before. The Vampire's timbre mirrored the drone of all those milling about, though in the reflection were minute variances Kader had not the desire to distinguish. A snide scowl accompanied her gelid gaze as he spoke. Davey Brunn. What an awful name to have been given, she thought, minding her manners and making no mention of his history-- or that of his lineage. "They are objects," she began, lifting her chin imperiously. "No one is like me, for they have no free will-- only the idea of it." Kader's assertion took on the tone of her more acerbic siblings, for the moment, though she knew they would hardly mind.

#davey

miscreantmernick

"So I talk into Elsewhere this morning and I’m greeted with the horrendous view of a six feet tall Christmas tree."

"Someone’s gonna die for this."

mistressmernick

"Be a bit more observant-- it is nearing seven feet."

"No, someone will die for presumably unrelated reasons."

#arthur

notdeathexactly

"I am generally accustomed to it, yes. But the world spins forward. Are you extending an invitation or just urging me to rethink my life choices?"

mistressmernick

"Neither." Kader assured mainly herself. "I do not have a habit of inviting anyone to do anything, nor do I request that you rethink your choices. You have an eternity to do that all on your own."

#moira

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Maurus’s grip on the spine tightened. He forced himself to relax. After a moment, he smirked. “That would be rude. Don’t you think I should take it out to dinner first?”

mistressmernick

The Vampire replied with enough wit to keep Kader's attention from waning further-- for the moment, at least. "Why?" she questioned, furrowing her brows slightly. "So you may inundate it with charm and alcohol?"