Not Made in China

Greetings, foolish mortals. I am Balaath. Demon of Hell now imprisoned in a damned jar for all eternity. I was sold by April Rigby to some pathetic meatsack named Deadpool. I dislike my existence greatly now. (OC RP sideblog. The main blog is idontsayabracadabra ))

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*chuckles* Don't suppose you'd tell me their names?

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Any shows you're particularly fond of?

A few.

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So what exactly do you do all day? I can't imagine there being many recreational activities available to someone who's stuck in a jar.

...Obviously. I do almost nothing. Watch television occasionally perhaps but that's the end of it.

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#Oh look it’s Balaath

RUDE. You…you…slag!

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You were about to call me a jerk then run away and cry, weren’t you?

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...No...

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#Oh look it's Balaath

RUDE. You...you...slag!

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Well then nice to meet you Balaath. I just wished it could have been under better circumstances.

I'm sure.

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…Hello.

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…I’m talking to a jar. It’s official, I’m cracked. That’s the only explanation.

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Yes, yes it is. You're absolutely mental, off your head and bonkers. Insane. Go seek help at once you danger to the public.

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So you got a name?

Balaath.

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Well that's a crappy thing to do. It's not like you can control who you develop feelings for.

...Quite.

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Clever one, isn’t he? Yes, hello. I’m not a jar, I’m just in it. 

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…You gotta be fuckin’ kidding me.  You’re mist.

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No, I’m Balaath. You’re thinking of my sister, Myst.

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What’s a Balaath?

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I'm a Bala--...No, Father dammit, /I'm/ Balaath.

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Clever one, isn’t he? Yes, hello. I’m not a jar, I’m just in it. 

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…You gotta be fuckin’ kidding me.  You’re mist.

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No, I'm Balaath. You're thinking of my sister, Myst.

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[A whistle comes out of the small jar and the mist inside swirls into several colours.] Oi! Down here. On the counter. If I could I’d wave but well, see for yourself.

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*stares, not believing what he’s seeing*

Holy shit, is that jar talking or what?

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Clever one, isn't he? Yes, hello. I'm not a jar, I'm just in it. 

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*frowns* Okay, I know I wasn’t imagining things that time.  Who’s talkin’?!

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…[She sighs, lifting the book and lets the jar hop forward.]

My, uh, friend person. He’s not exactly himself.

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Balderdash! I feel fine. Who’s this? Why is he here? The store should be closed by now. Does Magnus know? [He gasps dramatically.] Are you seducing young men, Mrs. Robinson?! You only got engaged you wanton mistress of the night!

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Who the fuck are you—where the fuck are you?! *looks around, snarling*

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[A whistle comes out of the small jar and the mist inside swirls into several colours.] Oi! Down here. On the counter. If I could I'd wave but well, see for yourself.

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*frowns* Okay, I know I wasn’t imagining things that time.  Who’s talkin’?!

[idontsayabracadabra]

…[She sighs, lifting the book and lets the jar hop forward.]

My, uh, friend person. He’s not exactly himself.

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Balderdash! I feel fine. Who's this? Why is he here? The store should be closed by now. Does Magnus know? [He gasps dramatically.] Are you seducing young men, Mrs. Robinson?! You only got engaged you wanton mistress of the night!

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GOOD LORD THERE’S A TWINK IN THE ESTABLISHMENT. 

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Quiet, you!

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Who said that?

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[She slams a book down on the top of a jar and leans her elbows on it.] No one…?

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Good lord he's even prettier than I am when I'm out and about. I thought you only attracted old men and chaps so deep in the closet they're finding Christmas presents.

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GOOD LORD THERE'S A TWINK IN THE ESTABLISHMENT. 

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...Hello.