Mephistopheles

They are con-artists and swindlers pretending that they are working for the greater good. They'll break your heart, steal your purse, and slit your throat before giving you a kiss goodbye. {Indie OC/Open to All} tracking: transientdisturbance M!A Status: NONE please read: RULES

[transientdisturbance-blog]

Due to a change in storylines and characters - Im going to set this blog to inactive. I'm moving the following characters to a new account:

Caer

Ezra

Hawke

and adding in the following characters:

Pantheras

Jack

Benjamin

Why? Mostly because I want to roleplay a darker sort of source material. The characters that i'm moving over to the other account and the ones I'm adding in are all established within the world that I'm placing them into (my sister's AU!Earth setting) but because of what's going to be happening as the underlying storyline, I feel better starting over. I'll link anyone to the new blog that wants it. 

[phylacteryandechoes-blog]

"How it works: you either hint me or tell me what you want for your birthday, no matter how flamboyant, because if not then you won’t have an excuse to complain if you don’t like your gift." He squeeze’s Ezra’s hand before setting up to walk at his usual brisk pace, side glancing Ez as he goes. "You better not be taking me somewhere like McDonald’s, you need to start eating decent food and the people in there are too loud. But you are paying…" He lets go of one long whistle, head cocking to the side. "My wallet appreciates that. Just don’t be a cheap bastard."

[transientdisturbance-blog]

"I haven't thought that far ahead yet," he admitted. "Give me a break, I just thought about what day my birthday should and on." He easily kept up with Frederick, after all, he was used to having to keep pace with others and if he felt like slowing down, he'd grab onto Frederick's arm or the back of his coat and force him to slow down. He wrinkled his nose at the thought of McDonalds. "There's a nice bistro down the street, that's where we're going," he said, casting a dark look at his friend. "I resent that you think I'd bring you somewhere cheap. You just broke my just mended heart."

[vetrfar-deactivated20140408]

Loki chuckled and let his arms drop back down to his sides. “You are more than welcome to try. I think you will find, however, that- as I said- my valuables are far too well hidden for one even so skilled as yourself would not be able to find them.” Indeed, his magic was a blessing in that. Loki kept a great many things stored away with his magic, all kept safely in a bit of space that was non-existent to any without the power to find it. “By the way, I do not believe I caught your name-?”

[transientdisturbance-blog]

"I'll bide my time. We'll see how long it takes for me to get what I want," he said pleasantly, as if he wasn't talking about robbing a man. He rocked back on his heels, the same tricky grin on his face. He held out his hand. "Hawke. Or, in case you have the misfortune to talk with my employer about me, then he'll call me Seven," he said. His full name was his own, He hadn't since his sister's death two centuries before. Names, to his kind, were special. They contained power. "I think I have to ask for your name before I give you one at random."

[vetrfar-deactivated20140408]

He slid his hands into his pockets, facing the man fully now, eyebrows raised in curiosity. “So, even after I have threatened you, you admit that you would attempt to steal from me again?” Daring, for a mortal. “I’ll tell you what.” He pulled his hands free of his pockets and held his arms stretched out at his sides. “If you can find some form of money on me, I will allow you to take it all,” he offered. 

[transientdisturbance-blog]

Hawke had confidence in himself, and if he got in too much trouble, Lena owed him a favor, and with her favor, he could get Ezra's ear, and from there, well, it was a system of favors set on barter and information. "If you didn't dress as well as you do, I'd think again before trying again but sometimes, the temptation is too much, and I have to try and eventually succeed," he said before he gave the other a long once over. "Now, sir, what do you take me for? I don't take charity. If you can't hold onto your valuables, whatever they are, then they're mine." 

[phylacteryandechoes-blog]

Normally Frederick had little patience and care for those who were spoiled, he didn’t took them into consideration and made a point to tear them apart from his sight as soon as possible. But misery likes company and Ezra had always been an entirely different case. Perhaps it was because he had witnessed his friend at his lower points, perhaps it was because just like his father her was drawn to deal makers, or maybe it was because for once, he Frederick felt like he had found someone who understood his case.

"Cocky platypus, trying to move things are your convenience. But no, it’s your birthday so you set the day, and the hour. And you can ask for a present, since I have not the slightest idea what I could gift someone like you. I could just throw you a princess themes party."

He wraps his arms tighter around Ez and turns his head to brush his lips against the man’s cheek. He was more than glad to see his friend had gotten better. “Hello, Ezra.”

[transientdisturbance-blog]

Ezra tightened his hold on Frederick and held onto him before his overall restless nature made him pull back. He did kiss the man's cheek though. "Fine. The eleventh of November. I like that. Eleven-Eleven. It'll work well, and it'll give you plenty of time to think of what to give me," he said, his hand resting on Frederick's shoulder before it slipped down so he could take his hand. 

"Come with me. You go to the restaurant to work on your puzzles, and I'm ordering food," he said. He probably wouldn't get used to going out and shopping for himself with his own money for...at least the foreseeable future. "And i'm paying."

[zuzzolek-deactivated20150812]

[phylacteryandechoes-blog]

He’s going to hold down the ‘you are just one big lanky child’ because we all know what happened last time. Look at Frederick, almost three centuries and he’s finally learning how to hold his tongue. “Another birthday? You people are going to leave me broke and on the street. Sure, sure, but I always spoil you, so don’t rest me merit.”

(Do we need to make you a list?)

"That’s sad. So now you get to keep it? And of course it’s important, don’t try to be spoiled then rest yourself importance, that’s not how it works. 

I happen to be legitimate, just so you know. You should get your money back, it look ridiculous on you. Mustard is not your color. “

Well then, Frederick is going to sniff before he steps forward and finally wraps his arms around Ez. “My suit is impeccable, just like everything I owe. Now cuddle me.”

[transientdisturbance-blog]

People learn very quickly when talking to Ezra that regardless of form, time period, or intention, underneath it all, he really is spoiled. He's a devil-may-care asshole with his heart on his sleeve and love for a very select few, and he was currently very insulted that his sweater was called mustard. He was told that it was marigold from the lady that said that he had to have it. 

"I've decided that my birthday is midway through November on the date of easiest convenience to you," he said because he got the birthday part right, he just forgot that people were born on one select date, at a select time, and they stayed the same year to year. 

He deigned to answer Frederick and held still as the man stepped forward and wrapped his arms around him. Point to Ezra, Frederick touched him first. But still, the once-devil wrapped his arms around Frederick and leaned in to nuzzle against the side of his throat, passersby be damned. "Hello, Frederick," he said finally, and really, what he was saying: I missed you. Terribly sorry it took me so long to put myself back together. But you're still a bossy git.

[transientdisturbance-blog]

before people get really confused at Ez and Freddie's relationship, I'll just say this:

Back in the hay-day, Freddie submitted one of those cuddle buddy applications to Ezra.

Neither seem to realize that it's not a serious contract.

This ladies and gentleman is what happens when you have a forced-immortal (freddie) and a non-human deal-maker (Ezra) and neither really understand social norms.

[transientdisturbance-blog]

theunspeakablething - just ran into an android in the bad part of town.

At least, it was the bad part of town for humans. Androids - it was a whole 'nother story. Not quite able to donate blood willingly or by force, and there was no american made werewolf to come crashing down from the moors and to invade the city, and he wasn't there on official business from Lucien, nor was he avoiding Trace and quite simply:

he didn't have a GPS, and he was lost.

[vetrfar-deactivated20140408]

Loki glanced back and forth, looking for the source of annoyance for this man. It was with some confusion, then, when he realized the stranger was, indeed, speaking to him. He chuckled lightly. “Thought to steal from me, did you?” he asked. He leaned in a little, raising a hand so that he might speak conspiratorially to the stranger. “I keep my valuables hidden quite well. Too bad for you, hm?” Loki straightened. “Or perhaps it is for the best. I’d have had your hand if you had stolen from me, stranger.”

[transientdisturbance-blog]

Loki? An annoynce? No, Hawke would never say that. He may think it very loud, but never say it. He was fast on his feet and had generations of bad blood between his kind and the rest of the world, so when Loki thought to warn him, as well as compliment him for his aforementioned luck, Hawke just grinned. "You wouldn't be the first to try and take my hand from my wrist, or other vital body parts, and i'll try again next time. I think I could spot you in a crowd as easily as an american spots Big Ben."

[phylacteryandechoes-blog]

"I thought this was my half of the year? I happen to be very busy you know, with celebrations coming and trying to figure out when it’s too soon and when it’s too early to get the Christmas decorations out. I always thought you where the type to be miserable with the cold, barley sticking your nose out of the bed and grumbling like an angry cat.” 

No matter what he says, yes, he’ll stick to this time division because the good thing about being the boss was that you chose when to work and when not to, yet you still got paid. 

"You got your heart back? Where was it supposed to be? Did you pissed someone off? As for ‘successfully’, I mean somewhere along the lines of having all your body parts complete."

Very polite wince.

"Terrible sweater."

[transientdisturbance-blog]

"It's my half because I said say," came the sharp retort of a man that, though he'd spent most of his years as either a slave or a servant, was really quite bossy. "And I'm miserable in the cold, but it's still my time of the year because it is my birthday and the holiday of presents and I deserve to be spoiled," he said.

(Who was the one that wanted Ez to come back? Really?) 

"I believe my heart was in a box. Or perhaps it was in my chest but just stopped. I was never sure and it's not important and..." he looked down at his sweater. "Bastard. I paid good money for this sweater, and it's warm."

He crossed his arms over his chest. "I take back what I said about your suit."

[telefilmaddictedforever]

[phylacteryandechoes-blog]

"As it happens, my schedule is tighter than yours. Half of the year I’ll operate on your schedule, half of the year you’ll operate on mine –it’s only fair. 

Now tell me, how’s my favorite platypus doing? Have you managed to successfully stay out of trouble? ”

[transientdisturbance-blog]

"Right now, it's my half of the year, so now you're operating on my schedule," he said. "Fall and Winter are my months, and you - sprightly spring chicken that you are, can have the spring and summer months."

One day, Frederick would hit him, and Ezra would laugh, and no one would understand. 

"Define 'successfully'. I've got my heart back, bloody beating annoyance that it is, and while not human, I sicken like them, but still stuck without dying. I think you and I need to start a club: Those fucked over by the lack of mortality, but I've given up my morality, and you still cling to it."

A moment's pause.

"Nice suit."

[transientdisturbance-blog]

twistedbytheabyss doesn't even have a wallet to steal.

"Well, that's rude, Guv, can't you warn a guy before you dress that well without having a penny on you?" Hawke wondered not for the thousandth time, as he stopped next to the stranger. He was fairly polite for a vagabond gypsy pickpocket, though, he was also fairly insulted that he'd turned up empty again.

[transientdisturbance-blog]

"Frederick, one of these days - you'll come around when I want you to and not when you want to. You should be operating on my schedule not me operating on yours."

[fairygodmomther]

"Every king needs an heir"

[irenegreece-world-blog]

perfect