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[notsolomon]

Who: William Twining/notsolomon & you
When: OOC 3/13, IC: 6/6
Where: His and Kevin's apartment/the shopping district
What: For people who either want to celebrate his birthday or touch base with him after the last event. Or whatever your heart desires.
Rating/Warning: None



I: Apartment

[So today was his birthday. William had been so preoccupied that he had forgotten about the date until Kevin had reminded him. When he woke up that morning, William found that his feelings about the day were rather complicated. Especially since his last birthday had seen a complete upheaval in one of the very foundation stones of his life.

That had been when he'd learned that Kevin wasn't who he had appeared to be. That Kevin wasn't the Kevin he'd known since childhood, but someone who had taken the original's place, like a cuckoo bird invading a nest. And there had been countless other deceptions tied into that, Kevin's being an Angel among them.

It had all worked out in the end and for the better, as their relationship was now much stronger. But the date was firmly etched into his mind, more bittersweet than something to celebrate.

Of course, William wasn't one to let himself dwell on such things and he quickly gained his bearings and decided to get prepared for the day. He couldn't go to London this year, but William was going to enjoy the day and all it brought with it, regardless of any negative associations.

Throughout the day he texts different friends, inviting them over for cake and snacks, because there's only so much he can eat on his own.]

II. Shopping District

[He's saved enough money that he can treat himself, so William's been hitting different stores all day. He's mainly thinking of buying some books and a few video games, though mostly he's been window shopping here and there.

Despite having been in the city for a while, William still finds a bit of modern technology or some alien merchandise that surprises him. And he's staring at one particular thing now, whatever it is, one eyebrow raised.]

Whatever it is, they shouldn't advertise it with such an absurd slogan.

III Wildcard

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Comments

[playboyknight]

[He relaxes against whatever he's sitting on.]

When you've got it, you should flaunt it. That's my philosophy.

[notsolomon]

I suppose so. Though you seem to be in a constant state of flaunting it. You must have an excess.

[That's how it worked, right?]

[playboyknight]

I'm a gift from the Goddess Herself to all of humanity. I'm only doing what would please Her most and make Her proud of what She gave to the world.

[He appears and sounds completely serious in regard to what he's saying.]

[notsolomon]

...she sure gave them something alright. It says a lot about her tastes in any case.

[A lot. Were all deities this crazy about their chosen ones? Then again, he should know form long memory and experience, that yes, yes they are.]

[playboyknight]

Is that a hint of jealousy I hear in your voice, William? [He can't help but laugh a little.] I can't help that I was chosen to save the world, it's not as if I wanted it. I only gracefully accept it because I wish to please the Goddess above.

[He's got other reasons besides that, yet he doesn't want William to know those.]

[notsolomon]

Who would be jealous? That sort of nonsense is a big hassle. Dealing with Hell and Heaven are bad enough, thank you very much.

[He just wanted to be Prime Minister, which merely required the interest of other humans.]

[playboyknight]

Oh? Have you had dealings with them? Do tell.

[He's really interested in hearing what William had to say.]

[notsolomon]

[It's not something he keeps secret, though the booze does make him feel more talkative than usual.]

My ancestor is King Solomon of Israel and he has passed onto me 72 demonic contracts and some unfortunate baggage.

[He also passed on his soul, but that wasn't necessary info.]

[playboyknight]

[He's even more interested now after hearing that and thankfully William is so talkative.]

A king who deals with demons? And here I thought a jester dealing with the Lord of Darkness himself was bad.

[notsolomon]

A jester? In someways Solomon might as well have been.

But he was given a ring of Wisdom by God, but chose to follow Lucifer instead. And these bonds remain even after death.

[He tells enough people as is, since it's not that weird here and it's a bit of a relief to to talk about it. It's always been a secret back home, an unfortunate complication to work around in his ordinary school day.]

[playboyknight]

Ah I see. As for what I said, yes a jester named Dhoulmagus. He wanted power so badly that he stole an ancient sceptre which had the Lord of Darkness' soul sealed inside of it. You can see why that backfired.

[He really doesn't care how much William talks about himself, Angelo is interested and is glad he's not talking about himself.]

[notsolomon]

How stupid of him. Possession is no laughing matter.

[It's rather grotesque actually.]

I have even met Angels. Though they are more difficult to deal with.

[playboyknight]

No it is not, which is why he got killed by my companions and I. He deserved it honestly.

[Angelo may be sounding heartless, but he does not hold remorse for the murderer of his surrogate father.]

Is that so? I've always wanted to meet one myself.

[notsolomon]

[Well that's not something he'll touch any further, since he knows that killing and fighting are complicated matters.]

They are very... controlling. And it's not fun to have their hands around your throat.

[playboyknight]

[That catches Angelo by surprise, but he's also intrigued.]

Should I ask why one had its hands around your throat?

[notsolomon]

Because killing me would bring me to heaven, which would be convenient for them. There is a an election going on in Hell right now and I have a vote because of Solomon. Heaven would very much like me to not cast it.

[It never stops sounding absurd, no matter how much he talks about it.]

[playboyknight]

[What. Angelo just quirks an eyebrow and is utterly baffled.]

That... is the most absurd thing I've ever heard.

[notsolomon]

It is utterly baffling. The most baffling thing. I can barely keep track of what the Whigs and Tories are doing back home. Why should I have to care about some election in hell.

[Really Angelo, you cannot be more confused by his life than William is.]

[playboyknight]

[He's only shaking his head at William right now.]

Since when did politics matter to hell in the first place?

[notsolomon]

I do not know either. It's not what you think of when you hear the word, Hell. But Lucifer is entering into his time of Sleep. Demons and Angels and the like maintain their long life spans by entering centuries long periods of Sleep. And it is apparently the ruler of Hell's turn. So they need a temporary leader. Each fact has a candidate, but they need someone to choose them.

For some stupid reason, it's me. Really when I have more important things.

[Like, much as he disapproved of such things, it seemed like Hell would have been much better of choosing the successor based on Prigmoture. Normally you risked putting a complete dud with no merit in charge, but Camio, Lucifer's actual biological son was hardly any sort of incompetent.]

[playboyknight]

I thought my world was strange, William. Yours takes the cake in terms of strangeness so much more compared to mine.

[Because while he had your typical medieval setting, there were mechanical monsters and other odd things about his world. Also very odd people in general.]

[notsolomon]

Well most people can avoid every knowing anything about the supernatural where I am from. I actually denied they existed for a while there, even after meeting my first demon.

[Sometimes he wondered if changing his mind had been a mistake though. Things had been simple back then.]

What is your world like?

[playboyknight]

Knights. Castles. Princesses. Monsters. That sort of place. Oh, and the church rules all along with the aristocracy.

[The way he's describing his world makes it sound boring, but there's a lot more to it than that. He's just too lazy to say more.]

[notsolomon]

Well that sounds a bit stereotypical then. And the last part doesn't sound too different from back home.

[Same really. Stupid church.]

[playboyknight]

Ah something in common we have then.

[It's also an unfortunate common ground.]