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[bestoffer]

Really. I'm surprised it took this long, was beginning to think you'd tapped out on this whole affair.

Since we don't have much space here, I'll be blunt-- I want you to take us somewhere. Anywhere, really. Don't look so surprised, you can only go some many places in the known universe, and I need some fresh air. Besides, you and me? We could be a team, you know. I'm the brains, you as the fingers, it'd be perfect. Characters at these games need guidance, a firm hand. I could provide. You and I both know I'm not strictly malevolent. 

You see? It could be fun.

And if you choose that leather-jacket wearing rat instead, I will make his life a waking Hell inside your head, do we understand each other?

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[mr_comatose]

If you so much as think a malicious thought towards him the only place you'll be going is nonexistence.

[bestoffer]

Don't be the jealous type! If you were here you'd have first priority.

[placeintheworld]

I like that terminology. "Make his life a waking hell inside your head." It implies - "I will kill two birds with one stone."

[bestoffer]

See, efficiency is key with these things.

[placeintheworld]

I like a man with that kind of an eye to detail. It says he'll dot the eyes and cross the t's. More writers need guys like that.

[bestoffer]

You'd think, right? Sadly, I think we're a dying breed.

That's what this place needs. Lawyers. All anal-retentive to a fault, and most of them'll be mine after a few short years.

[placeintheworld]

..Be yours? Sorry I didn't sign up for that when I took the bar exam.

[Except...it's crowley and multiversal nexus or not he probably can tell Lindsey's already sold his soul.]

[bestoffer]

Might as well have, if you didn't peddle yourself to pass you'd have ended up downstairs just the same. Some business about crying orphans, not my lot, I tend to think--

Oh. Now that's interesting. Tell me, what'd you trade it in for?

[placeintheworld]

[Long, long pause.]

...Trade it?

I'm sorry. [All smiles.] You've lost me.

[bestoffer]

[He looks impatient, tosses his head to the side with a trace of venom.]

Your soul, Pinocchio. Best watch that, or your nose might get even longer. Unfortunate, that'd be.

[placeintheworld]

[Oh. That. There's a momentary pause.]

I worked -

[this is awkward. If the guy knows then he's got to have pull right? ...Screw it. He's never not had a professional death wish.]

For a law firm bent on promoting the apocalypse for a collection of clients.

[bestoffer]

Aaah. Interesting.

[purses his lips]

Now, be a good boy and spill the beans. Who did you answer to?

[placeintheworld]

[This is interesting. How well known are the wolf, ram, and hart? The rumors around the firm were and are that they exist in multiple dimensions. Everyone knows them.

Lindsey is not so sure. Still. Easier to play that card.]

Wolfram and Hart? I worked for the senior partners. [It's amazing how he can slip into that lawyer mode, reaching into his pocket for a business card that's not there before dropping his hand.]

sorry, finals orz

[bestoffer]

See, I don't know anybody by that name in my universe. But that's what this place is, a nexus point. At least, assuming such things are possible, and I'm not inclined to doubt my own eyes and ears. Or rather, the meatsuit's.

What was their lot on getting the apocalypse to mosey along?

TOTALLY OKAY. Thank you for the comment!

[placeintheworld]

[Lindsey snorts]

Facilitation for the powers that be.

[rebellious]

Guidance exists only for those who require it. Foisting such upon the unwitting or the unwilling is...

Unbecoming, I would say.

this one's early S8

[bestoffer]

That's a new tune for you.

Got your ducks all back in a row, I see?

ooh mr crowley ooh

[rebellious]

I do not possess any waterfowl at present moment.