[OPEN]

[senseandcecilbility]

Who: 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.

Comments

[belfire]

[Yuuuup. He definitely should have just kept walking.]

I'm gonna have to pass. [he held his pastry box close to his chest, as if trying to ward off any potential exorcism by using it as a very flimsy, cream filled shield] I'm kinda allergic to exorcisms, y'know, in the fatal sense.

[senseandcecilbility]

So you have told me. [He points at the tiny warning on the sign.] Fortunately, we are offering promotion prices today.

[He is probably joking. Probably.]

[belfire]

[Kaz squinted suspiciously]

Kevvy, do you want me dead or something?

[It was really difficult to tell if Kevin was just trying his brand of humour or not...]

[senseandcecilbility]

[He ruffles his hair.]

That would upset Master William quite terribly. Besides, even if you are possessed, it seems that you are better at taking care of young master than other impure lowlifes who have approached him.

[That is supposed to be a praise.]

However, there is always a chance that you would survive the procedure. And wouldn't that be wonderful?

[belfire]

[Judging by the deeply apprehensive expression on Kaz's face, he didn't think it'd be wonderful at all. The chances of him surviving a Bel extraction were slim to none, and would most likely instead result in a very angry demon god rampaging about the place, him dead in a ditch somewhere, with Kevin flinging thunderbolts everywhere trying to smite it. It'd be chaos. His corpse would be buried in ipossible debt for collateral damage for eternity.

In short, rocks fall everyone dies. The end]

Impossible, more like. [he sighed and lowered his pastry box shield to pop the lid up. Mmm, yummy eclairs...] Besides, I think my exorcism is a little above your skill level. S'like... trying to disarm a nuke when you're not even a bomb expert, or whatever.

[Like, if even God couldn't successfully banish Bel, then Kaz doubted one of his angels would have any more luck. Doubted anyone else would be able to do it, unless they did what he had to for Amane- linking up directly to her mind via the COMP and uprooting the demonic presence that way - but no one except himself had a COMP so it wouldn't work anyways. Sigh. It was such a depressing thing to think about, being stuck with that mental freeloader for the rest of eternity. God seriously owed him]