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vitaelamorte) wrote in entranceworks2016-05-21 12:32 am
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[It is Michigan.]
Okay. So actual Hell. [Which raises a shitload of new questions that Eliot's trying valiantly not to be painfully predictable by asking right off the bat. Still, his eyes never leave the stranger.] Mm, makes about as much sense as anything. We're all out of towners here. What does that make you, an upper management level demon?
[Being uniquely positioned in the magical community, he has a passing familiarity with demonic entities. Enough to know they exist and that there are those that can take on human form.]
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But no matter. An no, if only because I decided to take an early retirement. [He smiles.] Lucifer Morningstar. Perhaps, you've heard of me?
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Just a little.
[A moment of silence to let that sink in. His mouth starts to form the opening chorus line of "oh my god, sound the crazy person alarm, what was in this wine?" But something seems to occur to him at the last second. A weary sort of resignation settles in.
Why even bother? The universe, she is a strange beast. He drains the last of his glass, and by the time he sets it down seems to have accepted this state of affairs.]
This actually shouldn't surprise me. [Sin like a motherfucker your entire life, end up sitting next to Satan in a bar. If that's not karma, what is?] I'm Eliot. I always thought you'd be blonder. Blond hair, blue eyes, an Aryan race kind of thing.
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Well, don't be too hard on yourself. Everyone is at least a little surprised. At least, the do when they immediately believe me, which doesn't happen as nearly as often as it should. [He lets out one bark of laughter, looking down into his drink.] Ah yes. I get that a lot. But no, overly presumptuous humans were the ones that decided that ridiculous combination was superior for whatever reason. I think tall, dark and very, very handsome suits me much better.
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[Sardonic eyebrow lift, here we come. He's willing to keep an open mind--and by keep an open mind, he means stop swimming against the current of this whole insane situation. Thanks for your patience, Satan.]
Sorry. About the human... thing.
[The apology comes belatedly as he figures he probably falls into the category of "presumptuous human" along with the seven billion other members of his ilk. But let it not be said Eliot can't appreciate good looks wrapped up in a charming package, whether that package be a schizophrenic off his meds or the soul-devouring Lord of Hell himself. He gives the man a once-over with his eyes, subtle but not shy.]
No argument here. [Oh wait.] ... Is sodomy still in vogue as a mortal sin?
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[He leans his cheek into his hand as he peers over with a smile.]
Besides, I wouldn't have retired to Earth if I didn't at least somewhat enjoy your company. You lot can be as intriguing as you are frustrating.
[He spins his glass between his fingers.]
Oh, do tell. Of all the things you could have mentioned, why ask about that one? Interested in slipping it in someone's back door, are we?
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[Mustering all the neutrality of Switzerland, Eliot looks back at the man and vaguely wonders if his self-preservation instinct is going to kick in anytime soon, or if it similarly retired to Florida.
Should he answer that...? No, no, he probably shouldn't, he really shou--]
For the record, I'm versatile.
[Forget it. He's Eliot, and Eliot doesn't do the repressed sexuality thing. He has more to be ashamed about--and done worse to earn himself a one-way ticket down south--tha that.]
And you started it, I was only agreeing with you. You know how it is, you pay a guy a compliment and suddenly it's all Leviticus 18. Your dad tends to frown on that sort of thing, generally speaking. [Funnily enough, so does Eliot's.] I was just curious if you were going to smite me for saying so before I've had my next cocktail.
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[He smiles widely, showing his teeth.]
What a coincidence, so am I. I'm sure that comes as quite the shock.
[He rolls his eyes.]
First of all, I punish people who actually deserve it, and where you park your 'goods' does not have anything to do with your wickedness, in my honest opinion. I have far more important things to worry about than that, and frankly, everyone needs to get laid more often in as many ways as possible. It's by far a much better way to live than walking around with a stick up your ass instead, don't you agree?
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[Eliot's face is trained not to show strong feelings (his outfits are loud enough sometimes without adding real emotions to the mix), so shock on him looks watered down into something that could be called bemused interest, whether by the alcohol or the carefully coiffed guise of disregard he wears so well.
But the perplexity is there, under the surface. Mostly because his bullshit radar is getting mixed signals here and he's not sure what to make of it.
... It doesn't hurt that the self-proclaimed ruler (sorry, retired ruler) of that fiery pit Sunday school children all know and piss themselves thinking about is unfairly attractive and apparently swings both ways.]
The Devil is a switch hitter? I suddenly regret not paying more attention to bible study. [He smiles. Was that an invitation to check him out more thoroughly? Well, Eliot heard it as one. Wait, had there been a question in there? He'd gotten... distracted...] I do agree. Absolutely. One hundred percent.
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[That actually makes him laugh, his smile widening.]
The Devil does whatever he damn well likes, of course. Or whoever, as the case may be. [:)] Oh, and that bit wouldn't have been in your lesson plans anyway, I'm afraid. If it had been, it would likely have been much more interesting.
[He lifts his drink in toast.]
Then I think we might get along just fine.
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[All right, Lucifer, whoever or whatever you are, you win. Eliot officially likes you and not because it's the alcohol talking, which is typically the case in these situations.
Glass in hand, he extends his arm to clink it against the other man's. There, now that's a proper toast.]
To being interesting.
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[As he casually winks at him, raising his glass as well and clinking it against his.]
Let's hope it lasts.
[Most humans get boring, alright. It's hard to keep up with him.]
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But this guy vaults the hurdle like it ain't no thing. Clearly someone's taken advantage of that line before--several times, probably.]
Plenty of people could claim that reason. You'll have to prove no one can get up to as much licentiousness with a bottle of scotch on a Saturday night than the retired ruler of the underworld, or I'll consider calling bullshit.
[Care for some, company, in other words?
Having the gauntlet thrown back at him doesn't phase Eliot; he takes it with a raised chin and a look that says challenge accepted. His entire life is a production in not be boring, he'll do everything short of walking through hellfire to prove it. (Actually, he probably would walk through hellfire just for the credit if it didn't ruin his shoes. They're expensive.)]
I haven't gotten any complaints so far. You're welcome to put me to the test--fair's fair.
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Well, well, well. Look at you.
[It's rare for anyone to be so bold right back in any way other than fawning, but he'll certainly take it.]
Fair's fair, indeed. Perhaps we'll pick up a third or a fourth on the way back to my room, make a party out of it.
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[Look, he dresses well and has good cheekbones, he's allowed to put a little vanity on display while he flirts with... um. Well. He's still undecided on just who or what he's dealing with here, but a little ambiguity never hurt anyone. Right?
That's... definitely untrue, but Eliot tends to play fast and loose with his good health at the best of times, so he doesn't hesitate to make a sound of assessment while he tips back the last of what he's drinking.]
Party? Sold. That's an itinerary I can work with.