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Hey guys! So I’ve been absent for good reason. I got bitten by the ‘reboot your blog’ bug and have been doing so. BUT it’s been done and there’s been a bit of character development on Bel Bel, so a few things changed and I now have a working tags page. Put simply, it’s where I’m at now. All pages have been deleted on vertrxg, so come on over to HERE if ya like.
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MAJORLY IMPORTANT NEWS/ NEW BLOG
Hey guys! So I’ve been absent for good reason. I got bitten by the ‘reboot your blog’ bug and have been doing so. BUT it’s been done and there’s been a bit of character development on Bel Bel, so a few things changed and I now have a working tags page. Put simply, it’s where I’m at now. All pages have been deleted on vertrxg, so come on over to HERE if ya like.
MAJORLY IMPORTANT NEWS/ NEW BLOG
Hey guys! So I've been absent for good reason. I got bitten by the 'reboot your blog' bug and have been doing so. BUT it's been done and there's been a bit of character development on Bel Bel, so a few things changed and I now have a working tags page. Put simply, it's where I'm at now. All pages have been deleted on vertrxg, so come on over to HERE if ya like.
He wasn't necessarily a fan of the dense forests around which his master resided. Of course, they had their advantages. He was more open to let his wings out when he was in them, as well as less liable to run into humans. It was one of very few pleasing things this age had to it, from Belial's view. The people were altogether too coarse or too prim, depending on where one happened to be at the time, and the natural way of society to divide into gutters and palaces still disgusted him. As a fallen angel of power he supposed he should have been more appreciative of it, but given his current situation he was understandably a bit fed up with the system. As it was, the fallen had ebony wings tucked to his back and away from the trees, hunting as had been commanded. One would think the German could find better things for him to do in London than search for food that could easily be bought, but Belial had to give Heinrich some sort of respect for the move. It was very clearly a power trip. Using him as a tracking hound was demoralizing, to say the least. With a wry huff of derision and partial amusement at the effort the man went through to embarrass him, Belial sniffed the air, blinking sharply in reaction to the oddest scent he'd picked up thus far.
She supposed that she did have some control issues, deep-seated or otherwise, especially when it came to mutants and what would happen to them. Sometimes, she cared far too much about such things, but then again, mutants being killed (if such a decision was ever made) is rather important and life-threatening for her. This Mutant Registration Act threatened both her life and her job; if she was ever revealed to be a mutant, she would lose all standing within her company that she had, whether the company was brought down to her through heritage or not. She would also lose all footing within the mutant politics, unable to defend much of anything with such a truth revealed. They would never believe a mutant over a normal Human, which made things all the more complicated. “I’ll do my damnest before I let things go the non-peaceful way and you know that. I’m not a soldier, and I’m certainly not a leader. If things went to such a thing as war, I would have to be one of the two…and considering that I’m not either of those, I will do my best to avoid having to become a leader…or a soldier.” She also didn’t like the idea of going to war with anyone. She just…she just didn’t want anyone hurt.
Well, he certainly couldn't fault her for having a lack of spirit. Essence was the very idea of the mutant fight, as she never failed to remind him with everything she did. "I can appreciate that, but Essence, even your damnedest can't save the world. You're trying to change people that don't want to be changed, and it's not going to work." Then again, she probably knew that. He supposed he was just adding commentary that she didn't need, and so the fallen angel's wings drooped, tips touching the floor, and he glanced her over. She was so young to be in this. He appeared it, but he'd been fighting a far less....pleasant...fight for much longer. Of course, she had another disadvantage. She was trying to keep sanity for the losing side in this, and they both knew it. He was on the winning team and discord was his element. This chaos, this hurt, was natural to him. He normally caused it. She was trying to fix a whole universe. With that in mind, he gave a soft sigh and offered a sympathetic glance, blue eyes lighter than they had been. No, he was no good with words like this. He was erratic and disturbed and violent, but that didn't stop him from being able to give her something in all of it. "If it helps at all, Essence, I think you'd make a wonderful leader."
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*waves in greeting* Hey, darlings! Just finished my work so I popped on here to do a few replies for ya and finish off those starters I owe.
“I can’t fix you; no one can.”
She had to be kidding. Had to be. He blinked in shock for a second but concealed it well, eyes darkening. “Exactly what the hell are you trying to say with that?” It was more obtuse than he normally was but he couldn’t be blamed. He should have seen this coming, really. He knew it was too good to be true. The idea that someone would just forgive every flaw he had- the addiction, the cruelty, the bad personality- had stunned him. It made perfect sense now and he damned his business sense for not picking up on it earlier. This had all been far too easy. Evidently that hadn’t meant it was supposed to happen, like he’d imagined. No, the universe wasn’t being easy on him for once. This was hands-down the harshest trick it had ever played, and Essence had been the one to play it. Trust wasn’t won from a fallen angel, and not from him. And she had absolutely played it. His voice raised sharply, blue eyes flaring crimson and ebony wings arching dangerously. “WHAT? What did I do wrong to you? WHY this time?"
Send "I can't fix you; no one can." for my character's reaction.
⋉♔⋊ ┉ The stare the bartender gave her made her gain goosebumps on her arms and a unsettling feeling. But that wasn’t uncommon. Most men around this year gave her such a feeling. The gaze that traced down her curves was one she wanted. The alcoholic tone was one she she welcomed. She knew this bartender more then she wanted to, and the bulge on his side was obvious to be a pistol of some sort. What type? She did not know, nor did she want to know the model of such. Tapping her fingers against the top of the bar she hummed slightly. In thought really then to anything else. His tone was rather interesting but stomach turning to her to be in all honestly. "Why yes you are rather right my dear." Her smile still stayed on her features as she shifted some on the stool. All and all she was uncomfortable for doing this. But yet she was still going to lure the fly in the widow’s web. Looking at the bartender she gave him a curt nod. How many times has she gone to this same bar. Paid the bartender to drug her target’s drink so it would kick in at the right time to drag him back to her car. But he did not know this did he? That he should be more afraid of the snake then the wolves. Because the snake is more venomous and has been more skilled at it. Plus, she is a silver tongue and they are not.
There was something about her, something odd, that seemed to catch his eye. Most women that were in this habit, and particularly around this time of year, carried themselves with all the confidence of a flame. One gust of wind or offer and they flickered, unsure. This one was solid, strong; a woman of iron. He was quite sure that nothing he could have said, had he turned her down, could have broken her. She would have taken the loss without a shrug and moved on with the utmost intent. The slight shifting that she did may have been a sign of discomfort or it might not have been. The manner in which she tapped on the bar and how she seemed to know the bartender was so fluid and cool that he couldn't imagine otherwise. This, of course, would have made some men disinterested. It had the opposite effect on him. It didn't mean that he found her any more intriguing than as a one-time bed partner, sure, but it did mean that he deemed her the slightest bit better than most one-times he could find. "So then. You're out at a bad time of night, if I may say so. There's going to be a special event in a few minutes. Unless you're waiting for it, sweetheart?" He didn't underestimate the idea. The bartender returned to offer the aforementioned drink and Ludwig took it with a brilliant smile.
Of course, leave it to him to be stuck finding the tome. It wasn't that the fallen angel had anything against libraries, no; it was very simply the fact that he had been looking forward to a day of his normal work in Hell. Not the kind that forced him to the surface world and to hide his wings on that other plane of existence invisible to human eyes. With that said, he tucked the appendages closely to his back regardless. They couldn't be seen, no, but accidentally hitting someone with the massive double pair wings would do him no good.
The woman will sigh, looking over at the male she has become rather fond of, in ways she isn’t quite willing to admit to anyone but them yet. Slender fingers will shuffle through the paperwork as she speaks, giving him a disapproving look. “Just because I dislike it doesn’t mean I won’t do it if it furthers my cause or one I support. Besides, we both know that I can properly lead a mob whereas someone else would do so incorrectly or in the less than appropriate way.” Not to say she was going to go leading any mobs but things were getting rather…difficult with mutant politics.
He knew that expression on her face. The blonde was, from his experience, far too interested in things beyond her control. He had to admire her inspiration, but the fallen didn't think it was something he would ever do. Of course, there wasn't much that he couldn't control. So he supposed it was just a character flaw. "So what you're saying is that your freedom 'fighting' is losing support and you're worried you'll have to resort to leading the minds of the people. Is that about right?" Belial gave a heavy sigh, tilting his head in confusion. "Essence, you should have known it would come down to this. I don't like it either, but I know better than you ever could what lurks in the human psyche. You won't be able to convince these people that it's very simply the right thing. Take it from someone who's entire existence depends upon making them do the wrong thing. One is much easier than the other. This peaceful political form of it won't work one day. It doesn't take the Lord of Lies to see that."
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