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Due to a series of rather unfortunate events I will not be roleplaying on Tumblr for quite a while. I’ll be on hiatus until I get a laptop again, and possibly a little after that. But if anyone wishes to continue roleplaying through Skype, I would be more than happy to do so. So if you’re interested message me for my Skype.
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[ ☀ ] She smiled, looking both ways. “Hmm… Well, we could go right. Like you said, it’s our best bet,” she nodded, “If only we could remember the damn name! You have to write it down this time, or take a picture, or something.” Baby laughed. “Gods, we’re old enough, right? You’d think we’d remember.” She started walking with him, pressed close in the chilly spring night, happier than hell to be on his arm. She loved when they got to go out like this. It was all just so rare for them to do so, even after all these years, so she hoarded each night in her memory like a gem and kept it shiny and fresh forever.
“Well, after so many millennia, memory is bound to turn to shit,” he chuckled. “I’ll make a special note of it this time.” As they started walking he pulled her in tight, pressing a kiss to her hair. He hummed as they went, glad to be out of hell for once, with Baby at his side. An evening with her was exactly what he needed to relax- it was always easy to have a good time with the beautiful Trickster. “How’s your French, anyway?” he asked after a moment. “I’m not pointing at the menu again.”
[ ☀ ] Baby chuckled in return, nodding her head. When he pulled her close she hummed, and she beamed when he kissed her head. Her arm held tight around his waist and her head rest on his shoulder, the two walking in sync like they’d practiced it. It was just something that came with centuries of being together. She let her eyes close as they walked, trusting him to guide her as they moved. When he spoke, she chuckled, lifting her head to look at him. “Mon français est très bien, je vous remercie beaucoup,” Baby said, sticking his tongue out at him, “You’d think after all these years you’d take the time to learn.”
Azazel rolled his eyes- little show off, he thought fondly. He didn’t know exactly what the French meant, but he could guess that it was something sassy, and he knocked his head lightly against hers. "Todo el mundo sabe español es el mejor lenguaje," he retorted. "I do a lot of work in the Americas- English, Spanish, and Portuguese are about all I need, aside from all the dead languages already crammed in my head. Hell, I know more Inuit than French." He shrugged, chuckling. "The language just never appealed. If you ask me it sounds like someone talking through a mouthful of mashed potatoes."
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Strike a Deal
“I suppose you’re right. I truly should introduce myself. I am Xavia, of Asgard. And I’ve come seeking you because I need your help. And you need mine. I cannot take over Asgard on my own. But with you, I imagine that it shall be a piece of cake.” She smirked, “Anything else you’d like to know?”
He sighed, shaking his head. “Look, honey, you can’t just throw yourself at someone and expect them to deal. Telling me your name is Xavia don’t tell me nothing but your name is Xavia. Why don’t you tell me about yourself, and why you wanna take over this place to begin with.”
“Well, as stated before, I am Asgardian. I came from the serving class. It was a terrible place. I was forced to hide my magic and practice in secret. I fled here to Midgard after an..accident, I suppose you could say. And now, I seek to help those like me. I wish to change the way Asgard treats those who keep it running so smoothly. And change shan’t come under Asgard’s current ruler. No, if I wish to make any changes, I must rule Asgard myself.”
Azazel chuckled, eyeing the girl with a smirk. "Such noble intentions you got there, Xena, Warrior Princess. In fact, I'm doubtful that you understand just who it is you're talking to, what it is you're asking for. Are you sure willing to help damn all humans to fiery, painful death just to fix your precious little Asgard?" He held his hand up, fingers poised to snap, and asked. "If you're sure you can sleep at night after helping to unleash Lucifer himself on the world, just say yes, and we'll strike up a contract in my office."
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"I haven't lost it, I just can't find it; there's a difference."
"Go to hell and take your friends with you."
"Okay, now you're starting to scare me."
"Those knickers are not mine."
"You're not exactly catching me at my best."
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[ ☀ ] She smiled, looking both ways. “Hmm… Well, we could go right. Like you said, it’s our best bet,” she nodded, “If only we could remember the damn name! You have to write it down this time, or take a picture, or something.” Baby laughed. “Gods, we’re old enough, right? You’d think we’d remember.” She started walking with him, pressed close in the chilly spring night, happier than hell to be on his arm. She loved when they got to go out like this. It was all just so rare for them to do so, even after all these years, so she hoarded each night in her memory like a gem and kept it shiny and fresh forever.
“Well, after so many millennia, memory is bound to turn to shit,” he chuckled. “I’ll make a special note of it this time.” As they started walking he pulled her in tight, pressing a kiss to her hair. He hummed as they went, glad to be out of hell for once, with Baby at his side. An evening with here was exactly what he needed to relax- it was always easy to have a good time with the beautiful Trickster. “How’s your French, anyway?” he asked after a moment. “I’m not pointing at the menu again.”
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“Yes.” Lucifer smiled with Sam’s lips. “Sam is holding me well.”
He disliked the tone Azazel used. But this seemed to be a flaw every demon had. It came with being born from hate and fear.
“This is all thanks to your efforts, my son. I wanted you to know that.”
Azazel grinned, shrugging. “I won’t say it was nothing, but it was all worth it. Seeing you out makes it worth dealing with slack-jawed buffoons for the past few millennia.” He chuckled, shaking his head.
“So, what’s your first order of business, now that you’re out and wearing your Sunday best?”
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