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senseandcecilbility and YOU
When: A couple of days after the interlude
Where: Somewhere close to Thistle Do Nicely, Shopping District
What: Capitalism
Rating/Warning: Nothing so far.

[With visitors constantly ruining young master’s furniture, Kevin has decided he should make some extra cash during his lunch hour...Well, from a strictly biblical standpoint, certain things are not for sale, but Master William’s needs come first. Besides, it’s not like heaven would reprimand him for this tiny little trespass.

Yeah, right.

And so if you walk a couple blocks away from Thistle Do Nicely, you may find a very faithful butler -white kid gloves and all - sitting by what looks very much like a lemonade stand, but claims to be selling something else entirely: ]

Will Perform Exorcism on your Beloved One for Ten Credits.

[It is such a nice, well-calligraphed sign. You may even miss the tiny warnings in the corner:

-No reimbursement for trauma, maiming, coma, death or public nudity.
-In case of death, will perform funeral for five credits.

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[Here, here, one pale hand is already free and working on the other glove.]

Into your soul, sir. It is easier if I am allowed to touch it.

[A perfectly safe procedure. Yeah.]

[Darin is taking a VERY shaky step back. Naturally just to give them some space. Not suspicious at all.]

[Nor is it suspicious when his voice straight up jumps about three octaves.]

TOUCH IT?! SHOULDN'T YOU TAKE ME OUT TO DINNER OR SOMETHING FIRST?!

[ahem]

L-L-Look...look, we're both businessmen, right? Right? Then I haven't officially requested your services...! And I don't think I have the credits or anything...and I mean...your time is totally valuable! I'd hate to be a charity case, you know??

There should be a contract!

[Yes because everyone knows demons loathe contracts. In no way is this more suspicious.]

A contract?

[In no way suspicious at all. Honestly, contracts! Kevin leans forward immediately, thoughts of profit suddenly pushed aside for old habits. With an almost predatory look on his face, he touches the young man's cheek. His hand is smooth and gentle, but perhaps a little warm. Is it getting warmer?

Yes, let's take a look at this poor sod's soul...]

[Darin jolts...]

[And what Kevin sees is...well, it's definitely something. Darin's soul is there, perfectly human, perfectly intact...except for the extra half of a soul, for lack of a better word, completely melded to it. And this soul is definitely not human. In fact, the power emanating from just half of this soul is outright terrifying. It's that of an Archfiend. The most powerful Archfiend, Diomuhr. And it is literally chomping at the bit to get loose. Darin's soul almost...constricts on reflex. If Kevin probes deeper, he'll see exactly what Diomuhr was all about: The end of Darin's world. He was split and reborn into two human children...Darin and his brother Dromas, and it wants nothing more than to be whole again. To be whole and tear as much of creation apart as it can.]

[But then there's Darin...an innocent man chained with a fate he does not want, searching for a place he desperately wants to belong to. His brother, his family, all gone and here he is stuck with a power he can't even begin to understand, let alone use. In fact, he lives in constant fear of it.]

[...Oh dear. The poor thing. Kevin bites his lower lip and pokes deeper, which means literally inserting his finger right through Darin's forehead, right into his soul. Never fear, brave warrior. It doesn't hurt. It is just very weird.

The main question Kevin is trying to answer is: is Diomuhr from hell? Can he fry it? Gosh, what better manner to find out than flooding Darin with 100% divine presence? Enjoy the Light, little human.]

Edited 2016-06-05 01:26 (UTC)

[Diomuhr is most definitely from someplace very similar to Hell in Darin's universe and Kevin should feel the intense rage coming from that half a soul at the prospect of someone wielding Celestial power poking around his vessel. Unfortunately...Diomuhr can't be extracted without killing Darin outright. Their souls are far too melded together. It's practically symbiotic. They're inextricably bound by fate at this point.]

[Darin might be panicking intensely, but he doesn't dare move. But perhaps the saddest part? Darin feels ashamed. Ashamed because his greatest secret, his greatest fear is being shown to this stranger. And even though the Light may be warm, there's chills running down his spine.]

[Kevin might even be able to see the disappointment he feels in now being unable to face Dromas, his resurrected brother who was willingly unleashing his power on their homeworld before Darin arrived here.]

Edited 2016-06-05 06:41 (UTC)

[See, that is precisely why he hates demons. Humans make horrible choices on their own. They really don't need anyone to make their lives even worse. Besides, it seems that this fellow did nothing to deserve such complicated fate.

Now, the problem with those old style angels is that they are not very good at respecting human's privacy. Why should they? Kevin acknowledges Darin's shame and, suspending his probing just a little, wraps his long arms around the miserable creature in a comforting embrace.]

Well, sir. About that funeral promotion...

[Darin stiffens at the embrace. God...how long had it been? How long had it been since someone had just...hugged him? Told him everything was okay? Told him that he was okay?]

[He closes his eyes and just...lets himself enjoy a hug for a change. Something simple. Something warm. Something...normal.]

[Those last words almost don't register. Like someone trying to whisper over the wind.]

["Funeral...?"]

['Funeral?!']

[Darin hurriedly pulls away, pushing the stranger lightly away to arms' length, then taking a step or two back himself.]

F...Funeral??

What are--

[He sighs and runs his hands over his face. He was busted. Whatever this strange man did...he knew. He probably knew even more that he knew himself. Either way...he had to drop the front. Say what you will about Darin...but at least he can man up to the truth when faced with it.]

Look...whatever you did...? I don't...I don't know what it was but...well, you know. You know whatever it is I am and...

[He sighs.]

I'm different. I'm not...entirely human. But that doesn't matter. That shouldn't matter. I'm not going to just...roll over and die because of...whatever reason. I've got a life to live and I've got things to do and I...I'm not going to give up here. Whatever I am? It doesn't make me who I am.

Edited 2016-06-07 02:59 (UTC)

[He pokes at Darin's forehead, no memory readings or shining light this time. Just random touching by a nosy angel.]

That is quite fair and noble, sir. However, whoever you are may chance if that demon has its way.

[Alas, that is the whole point of demonic possession.]

So I advise you to reconsider the funeral. It is only five credits, after all.

Yeah...I get your concern. Trust me. That's why I've spent every day of my life making sure my power is in check. I don't strain myself. I don't push my limitations. I just live as a normal man.

Besides, I've got too much to do in life to just throw it all away. And heaven or wherever I end up doesn't sound all that appealing.

But sir, we have beautiful weather, mathematics and the music is simply breathtaking!

[Alas, hell always gets the best cooks. ]

[Now, a more tactful and respectful person would politely decline. Maybe he would find a way to disengage and be on his merry way.]

[Darin is not a tactful person. He's got a chip on his shoulder about Celestials and Archfiends and he also has no qualms about making it known. He's also had his greatest secret revealed to a perfect stranger. He's not in a tactful mood.]

Heaven sounds like a load, if you ask me.

[Classy.]

[Now, young man, as doomed as you are, you just don't go about offending Kevin's home and family like that.]

Sir, if you do not leave in ten seconds, I will punish you.

[He starts counting, sounding very serious indeed:]

Ten, nine, eight, five...

Uh...hey there, friend...

You...ah...you skipped a few numbers.

You know? My friends seven and six? Those guys?

They're feeling a bit left out.

You should start over.

[Backing away.]

[He leans forward and deadpans:]

...Three.

[And he jumps back and yelps!]

FOUR!! YOU FORGOT FOUR!!

AS IN FOUR-GIVENESS!!! ISN'T THAT IMPORTANT?!?!

Edited 2016-07-03 06:04 (UTC)

[Sorry, little human. Forgiveness is another angel's department.

And he has been so patient.]

ONE.

[Kevin jumps over the stand, hands ready to grab an infidel. Turns out the dorkish butler is quite nimble. ]

[And Darin takes one leap backward and lands about ten feet away. For a giant meathead, Darin's pretty nimble too. He's already reaching around his back for his dao when he stops himself.]

[He throws his arms up in front of him.]

Okay, okay! I get it! I'm sorry! I'm sure Heaven is awesome! I bet it's got like...bars that are open twenty four seven and everyone gets a puppy!

[He stops and frowns and points his gloved finger at him.]

That took you forever!

...Besides, heaven doesn't have bars.

[He sounds kind of disappointed, really. As for the puppies, what is the point of spoiling the surprising?]

Edited 2016-07-16 00:17 (UTC)

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