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maskormenacelogs2016-12-07 11:00 am
pummelgranite) wrote in maskormenacelogs2016-12-07 11:00 am
[ Two morningstars and a destroyer walk into a club. And, after a very successful debut, get routed to the VIP booth. There was a little business to discuss. Vendors to vet, designers' portfolios to paw through. But mostly they had come to get shitfaced and laid.
Which is why Persephone is stumbling back from the ladies room with a girl she certainly didn't leave with- a dapper little twig of a person with a short feathery halo of platinum hair (and just enough roots). Did Persephone forget that Lucifer was literally at the table and picked up another one on the way back? That seems to be the case. ]
Hhey. This is- uhm- Mariiii-
[ "Meredith?" she adds, or suggests, clearly a bit out of her depth. ]
Meredith. Yeah, this is Meredith.
Which is why Persephone is stumbling back from the ladies room with a girl she certainly didn't leave with- a dapper little twig of a person with a short feathery halo of platinum hair (and just enough roots). Did Persephone forget that Lucifer was literally at the table and picked up another one on the way back? That seems to be the case. ]
Hhey. This is- uhm- Mariiii-
[ "Meredith?" she adds, or suggests, clearly a bit out of her depth. ]
Meredith. Yeah, this is Meredith.
Edited 2016-12-07 19:31 (UTC)
[ So here is the scene: it is on top of one of the few actually tall buildings in downtown Maurtia. The street lights and noise are far bellow, leaving the roof unlit and quiet. But the moon is bright, and the night is clear enough that the moonlight looks like a dusting of snow. The cold autumn air is still. The whole scene is almost like a held breath-
That is, of course, until a curtain of purple sparkles begins raining down, and a couple of well dressed assholes stumble out. Asshole #1 is clutching a bottle of SoCo and swaying a bit as she looks around. ]
This one? This one up here? N yer ssure.
That is, of course, until a curtain of purple sparkles begins raining down, and a couple of well dressed assholes stumble out. Asshole #1 is clutching a bottle of SoCo and swaying a bit as she looks around. ]
This one? This one up here? N yer ssure.
Merri! [Inanna slouches forward across the table to offer her a handshake. Of course he would be a friendly sort of drunk. And, at some point between Persephone leaving the table and coming back, he's decided the starry-eyed look is much better for a night out. The morning and evening stars shine brightly in his gaze, only made slightly less intimidating with the brightness of his smile.]
I'm Inanna. And you...ooou... Are you gonna sit with us?
I'm Inanna. And you...ooou... Are you gonna sit with us?
[ Persephone is twirling the girl's hair through her fingers gently. She seems unsure. ]
You should. You will, yeah?
[ Meredith looks over and Luci and looks VERY unsure ]
You should. You will, yeah?
[ Meredith looks over and Luci and looks VERY unsure ]
[Inanna, ever helpful, scoots over in the booth to make room for the newcomer.]
I promise we don't bite. ...I mean. Not n'less you want us to.
I promise we don't bite. ...I mean. Not n'less you want us to.
[Asshole #2 is busy squinting around the rooftop and up at the sky as if trying to get his bearings.] It's...ss. Yes?
[He pauses, frowns, and blinks to replace his eyes with stars—better vision this way. But not better memory. He stumbles where he stands and turns to frown in confusion at Persephone.] What was I lookin' for?
[He pauses, frowns, and blinks to replace his eyes with stars—better vision this way. But not better memory. He stumbles where he stands and turns to frown in confusion at Persephone.] What was I lookin' for?
[You were looking for this asshole, remember. Probably you got a description something like "scowly asshole with a white streak in his hair, has never skipped leg day in his fucking life, likes to wear leather jackets." This guy is wearing leather and could definitely crush someone's skull with his thighs, but his shitty death hair is currently under what looks like an opaque motorcycle helmet, painted in bright red, the faint glow of night vision lenses the only indication of a face under the mask.
He's also crouched near the edge of the roof, a bag of gear next to him, a sniper rifle in his hands, aimed somewhere below. For about a millisecond, anyway. He's up before your feet touch the ground, pistol in one hand, pointed at Inanna -- don't ask why he chose him as the target -- looking entirely ready to jump right of the roof if need be.]
Wrong roof, asshole. This one's taken.
He's also crouched near the edge of the roof, a bag of gear next to him, a sniper rifle in his hands, aimed somewhere below. For about a millisecond, anyway. He's up before your feet touch the ground, pistol in one hand, pointed at Inanna -- don't ask why he chose him as the target -- looking entirely ready to jump right of the roof if need be.]
Wrong roof, asshole. This one's taken.
What, nooo.
[ She seems just super unworried about the gun, but does squint a bit at him. ]
Nnoh. No helmets. Oh my god. That is a. That's a bad look. Mask was cool. Do mask.
[ She seems just super unworried about the gun, but does squint a bit at him. ]
Nnoh. No helmets. Oh my god. That is a. That's a bad look. Mask was cool. Do mask.
[Inanna's squinting at the gun the same way one might squint at an exceptionally yappy small dog.]
's he think that's really....it's gonna work??
's he think that's really....it's gonna work??
Then we all bite.
[ She says, directly into the girls neck. ]
[ She says, directly into the girls neck. ]
hangover breakfast; (open to hell family) (but family is a loose term??)
heckblazer
2016-12-09 05:26 am (UTC)(link)
[ Unless there was a gun to his head (either a figurative or real one would do), John wouldn't admit to giving a shit about the girl he managed, or her posse.
For once in his life, he had declined going out for drinks with someone. Nothing against Persephone, he was as fond of her as ever, but being around that many young types, gods or no, made him feel acutely out of place. Plus, she'd brought bloody frigging Lucifer with her.
Not that it stopped them all from showing up on his doorstep last night, each of them fall-down drunk at an ungodly hour. He'd only chuckled, and ushered them onto couches, chairs and piles of cushions so they could pass out comfortably, then proceeded to not sleep a wink himself. Be damned if his flatmates complained.
The sun starts creeping up over the horizon in a dark, bruised orange glow when he finally decides "fuck it" and saunters to the kitchen. There is exactly one meal that John knows how to make with any competence, and there's at least enough company at the present moment to do it.
When the damned ankle-biters wake up, it will be to the scents of bacon and eggs sizzling in a pan, toast warming, black tea steeping, and beans cooking on the stove. John has his back to the opening of the door, chopping a tomato and humming something to himself. ]
God save th-- ow. [ He momentarily abandons his task to attend to where he's nicked his thumb with the knife, running it under the sink. ]
For once in his life, he had declined going out for drinks with someone. Nothing against Persephone, he was as fond of her as ever, but being around that many young types, gods or no, made him feel acutely out of place. Plus, she'd brought bloody frigging Lucifer with her.
Not that it stopped them all from showing up on his doorstep last night, each of them fall-down drunk at an ungodly hour. He'd only chuckled, and ushered them onto couches, chairs and piles of cushions so they could pass out comfortably, then proceeded to not sleep a wink himself. Be damned if his flatmates complained.
The sun starts creeping up over the horizon in a dark, bruised orange glow when he finally decides "fuck it" and saunters to the kitchen. There is exactly one meal that John knows how to make with any competence, and there's at least enough company at the present moment to do it.
When the damned ankle-biters wake up, it will be to the scents of bacon and eggs sizzling in a pan, toast warming, black tea steeping, and beans cooking on the stove. John has his back to the opening of the door, chopping a tomato and humming something to himself. ]
God save th-- ow. [ He momentarily abandons his task to attend to where he's nicked his thumb with the knife, running it under the sink. ]
Edited 2016-12-09 05:40 (UTC)
[He'd roll his eyes if you could see it. But you can't. Because he has this fucking helmet on.]
Really ready for fashion advice from the 5th member of The Bangles and her boyfriend, knockoff Prince. Thing is, I'm kind of fucking working here, so maybe find yourself another roof for your 80s cosplay night, okay?
Really ready for fashion advice from the 5th member of The Bangles and her boyfriend, knockoff Prince. Thing is, I'm kind of fucking working here, so maybe find yourself another roof for your 80s cosplay night, okay?
Edited 2016-12-09 05:34 (UTC)
[Finally Inanna seems to notice the girl's uncertainty about this whole situation. ]
Hm... 's she really ready for this much...us. Looks kinda like a...like a scared puppy.
Hm... 's she really ready for this much...us. Looks kinda like a...like a scared puppy.
eyy, fuck you. Prince loves 'nanna. They held hands once.
[ She takes a swig of SoCo. ]
Holy shit, that gun is huge.
[ She takes a swig of SoCo. ]
Holy shit, that gun is huge.
Edited 2016-12-09 05:35 (UTC)
I gotta picture of that.
[He fumbles around for his pocket, not quite managing to get his hand into it before Persephone reminds him about the gun first.]
Oh. Yeah. Why's it need to be so big?
[He fumbles around for his pocket, not quite managing to get his hand into it before Persephone reminds him about the gun first.]
Oh. Yeah. Why's it need to be so big?
End of life crisis.
Were you gonna shoot a guy? You were totally gonna shoot a guy.
Were you gonna shoot a guy? You were totally gonna shoot a guy.
You heard him.
[ Poor thing isn't sure if she's relieved or heartbroken. ]
Come see me later.
[ Poor thing isn't sure if she's relieved or heartbroken. ]
Come see me later.
Why'd y'want me to find a guy who's gonna shoot a guy? How'd you meet him again??
Or me.
[Just in case she's interested, naturally.]
[Just in case she's interested, naturally.]
This isn't yer roof. Roofs don't just belong to people.
Edited 2016-12-09 06:35 (UTC)
Maybe he'll be less cranky if he has a drink too.
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