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Post by William Meeran on Nov 6, 2008 22:19:13 GMT -1
William was taken aback that he guessed far closer to where he was from than the Kelpie woman had. It caused him to be silent for a moment. Who was this ...guy. He was still having a hard time pinpointing gender, the androgyny was disturbing him, again his anachronism was showing. He was also from a time where boys were boys and girls were girls, there was no in-between.
Throne room?, William's cold breeze of a voice tossed a few strands of the fallen's streaked hair. "Where is that?" he asked. He found it strangely comforting that this fallen was so eager to give him information. Well, in a way. It was clear that he was allied with Lucifer and not Satan, that was strange as well, there was a split among the fallen, would it prove the same among the demons and lesser devils and other hell creatures that walked the earth?
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Post by Azazel on Nov 10, 2008 2:11:54 GMT -1
Azazel smirked.
"Now why would I tell you where that is? After all, it was, up until recent, Lucifer's, and may be his again," Azazel said, finishing his drink and asking for a shot of tequila. It was harder to get drunk when you were a Fallen. Azazel barely had a buzz 3 whiskeys later.
"It would be an awful breach of security to advertise such a thing," Azazel said, sounding somewhat sarcastic, and turned and smirked at the ghost boy before turning back around and downing the shot of tequila, pushing the glass back across the bar. He was done drinking for now. He'd hit the poison again later.
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Post by William Meeran on Nov 11, 2008 1:10:51 GMT -1
You bring up a fair point, could you at least tell me your name then, kind stranger he replied. He figured he'd gotten enough out of the guy for one night and would go and tell Autumn what he found out. Besides, being in this particular fallen's prescence was unnerving him more and more. He could barely look him in the face without getting chills down his spine. And he didn't like that this person, who he thought was a guy, but still wasn't sure, could affect him in this strange almost surreal way.
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Post by Azazel on Nov 12, 2008 5:01:49 GMT -1
Azazel chuckled lightly, almost like a dark, low ringing of bells.
"Azazel, tell whomever you intend to you spoke with Azazel," Azazel said, before turning a looking straight at the boy-ghost, straight in those ghostly eyes that he was certain the boy wasn't used to people being able to focus on so accurately.
He drank down another shot of tequila. The ghostling was from another time, but so was Azazel and he had acclimated well-enough. But he guessed, when most of the time people barely realized you were there, it was hard to understand the actions, cultures, of the time, so very changed from the world just over 100 years ago when the boy had died, if his guess was correct. It did leave him wondering why the ghost was here, and not, well, in Heaven. Not that Azazel could really talk about refusing Heaven.
"And you? Your name, ghostling? And why on earth are you still meandering around on this plane of existence?" Azazel asked. His curiosity could get the better of him, but rarely in bad ways. Thankfully.
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Post by William Meeran on Nov 12, 2008 21:08:45 GMT -1
Those eyes meeting his was enough to make him glad he wasn't human anymore. He looked away and floated over to the other side of the fallen angel to escape that gaze of his. Azazel, he hadn't heard such a name before mentioned in his bible studies class, or in his after life research haunting the world. But he made a note of it just the same.
William didn't know why he was still here. He didn't want to know, it frightened him more than anything else in the world and perhaps that was why he was still here. "I'm William" he replied, leaving the other part of his question left unanswered.
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Post by Azazel on Nov 12, 2008 21:51:42 GMT -1
"William," Azazel said, letting the name roll off of his tongue like silk, "A nice classic name. Well, classic nowadays. Classic, technically, would be something closer to Sophocles."
Azazel turned, grinning at the ghost boy. It was true. After all, wasn't ancient Rome and Greece more classic than what was considered "classic" today? William, Adam, Joseph.
He caught the boy's avoidance of answering his second question. Did he not like to think about it? Why might one be stuck here? Azazel wondered that himself. Did he have some unfinished business? Denying he was dead? Surely not, the boy seemed to know he was dead.
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Post by William Meeran on Nov 13, 2008 22:59:11 GMT -1
William did not like how the fallen angel said his name. He didn't like it one bit. It was a smooth caress and it made the boy feel slightly funny. As a ghost he was immune to most carnal feelings that he would have felt as a human, but when it came to dealing with non-humans, they had that other-ness about them that seemed to tap into certain ghostly frequencies, William would much rather have left alone.
"Sophocles?" he asked, unfamiliar with the name.
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Post by Azazel on Nov 14, 2008 3:41:36 GMT -1
Azazel grinned almost evilly at the ever so faint reaction of the ghost boy to the way he said his name. Well, Azazel was the angel of lust, fallen albeit, but the angel of lust. The streaked haired man could have an effect on even the most straight man, if he wanted. It was entertaining to say the least.
"Yes, Sophocles. An ancient Greek philosopher and playwrite. Right good lay, too, if I remember correctly," Azazel said, grinning sensually. He knew that would get under the boy's skin, having grown up in such a conservative environment as the boy had.
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Post by William Meeran on Nov 14, 2008 19:05:20 GMT -1
William's eyes widened. To speak so improperly about private matters of men and women, it was degrading. He may have been a couple of centuries out of his time, but he knew what 'lay' meant in that context, "Well, I didn't think they allowed women to write in Ancient Greece" he replied, voice just a bit uneasy. A tiny part of him told him that Sophocles was a man, and that this fallen angel had sodomized him. But he liked believing that the playwright and philosopher was a woman.
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Post by Azazel on Nov 14, 2008 20:19:20 GMT -1
"Oh they were allowed to write, if they were high enough up in the social structure to be educated. But Sophocles was a man, my dear ghostling," Azazel said, an evil grin playing on his lips. Oh, this was fun. Azazel knew he was being mean to the poor boy, but it was too easy to pass up. He was also quite confident he had just shattered any poorly structured sense of illusion of Sophocles being a female that the boy had had.
"Torturing your Bible-pushing morals, am I?" Azazel teased. He was formerly an angel of God, and this was too fun.
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