Thinking about taking up the fallen angel again... Dear sweet God why?

[webweaver]

So, you are ready to take up my coin? This has been a long time in coming, my host. I trust you will not place me under the same restrictions the wizard placed on my shadow.

[There is a click of something like claws, or many chitinous legs]

A partnership that exercises our full talents will be most beneficial, after all. Especially if you insist upon seeking out my brothers and sisters. Even those from... other realities. And I look forward to speaking with Anduriel. He and I are due for a very long talk.

But until you do, I am, as I always have been and will always be,

Lasciel

Comments

[faerygodmother]

Harry has always been a delightful pupil. So much fun.

[webweaver]

Did you find the wizard so? My shadow would have done better to simply beat him about the head until he succumbed.

[rules_winter]

Oh quite, I find the obstinate humans so enjoyable to play with. He would have made a lovely addition to my pets.

Mmm, your shadow grew in very interesting ways, my dear.

[webweaver]

It was a shadow. Imperfections are to be expected.

Though I did not expect her to have been that flawed.

[faerygodmother]

I find I love imperfect things. They're so much more captivating. Do you not appreciate the child of your will?

[webweaver]

She. Chose.

[The words carry a hint of anger, the full anger of a being that has been since creation, with all the fury and experience of that lifetime behind it.]

[faerygodmother]

Ahh.

[And there is a look of intent interest, and dawning delighted comprehension]

[webweaver]

[Lasciel's lips thin, and she gives the Leanansidhe a considering, studying look.]

It is in our nature to hate those who choose. My brothers and sisters taught me that lesson well.

[faerygodmother]

It must be confusing, to hate something that is for the most part, yourself. What you might have been had your Father made different decisions.

[swordofhope]

Demon.

Trying to control even the mundane? Wish I were surprised.

[webweaver]

You of all people should know that we can only take what is freely given to us, Sir Knight.

[swordofhope]

All the more reason to say to the mundane that this is a very bad idea.

[webweaver]

How fortunate that my host is strong willed enough to withstand a poor knight's pleas.

Tell me, sir knight, do you believe we are demons, or just aliens as you think of Michael and my estranged brothers?

[swordofhope]

I know you and your kind bring pain, and hurt innocent people. "Willing" host or not.

It doesn't matter what you are called.

[webweaver]

"Innocent people". Is that how you console yourself, to think that you were an innocent seduced by Rosanna.

And I object. It matters quite a lot what we are called. Names have power, after all.

[swordofhope]

Not consoling. That is over, and that is done.

To you, da. But you could be figment of my imagination. Very bad figment, but still. I can call you whatever.

[webweaver]

[She just stares at him for a moment, then laughs, the sound rich and full of life, of genuine humour.]

What a choice for the Sword you are, Sanya. Michael must be desperate.

... because there is always a need for more denarian love?

[hellhounded]

[He'll just be over here. Hoping Lasciel gets sent to the worst possible world with no one to work with. Grudges? No way!]

Partnership, huh?

But I already play enough Dresden Files characters...

[webweaver]

A concept you are no doubt familiar with, Hellhound.

b-but. DENARIANS. i feel your pain though.

[hellhounded]

Sure. But these aren't partnerships.

I already have Thomas, Lara, and Ebenezar. Lasciel is pushing the brink of my sanity.

[webweaver]

Are they not? Are you to enlighten me with your vast experience of partnerships.

kincaid, lea, michael, nicodemus, etc. it's a tough life, man. but someone's gotta do it.

[hellhounded]

You'll get it when you come back here whining about getting your throat cut in some 'plot.'

!!! Have I ever bugged your Nicodemus on LJ?

[webweaver]

The cambion is young, and my host is less impressed with his powers of persuasion that she is with my own.

i believe you have! aaaaaaaaages ago on dear_mun. readthelist.

[hellhounded]

So you're sure you're going to be the first to control a player?

that was you?! Aaaaaaaaaaall the love

[webweaver]

Of course not. This is a partnership, after all.

yep! aaaah, thank you. (i still think a lara/nicodemus teamup would be badass because of you.)

[hellhounded]

Hm.

[Arms fold, eyebrow goes up. He's stuck on whether to walk off or stick it out in case anything useful ever comes up. Less said to Fallen, the better.]

<3 It would be scary as hell. And awesome. But mostly scary.

[webweaver]

[She smiles, and the edge of a laugh flits through her voice.]

I see you agree, scion.

goddamn terrifying. let's just add cowl in there and call it the series-ending trilogy.

[hellhounded]

I'm not agreeing. Not disagreeing, either.

I am not sure who I am more afraid of now: Cowl or Bob now that he knows about the Internet.

[webweaver]

So you'd rather stay and say nothing? How much like the angels.

......... truth. dffsxgfsh

[hellhounded]

[Well, that's a new one. But he just flashes a little teeth and rolls his shoulder in a shrug. Better to walk away.

PEACE OUT, CRAZY CUBSCOUT. Good luck with your incorporeal coin-bound existence. Give the other Denarians a hug with a bullet for him if you ever meet them again.]

[buildingproblem]

Some days I think I should have just left you in a Mr. Pibb machine, where no one would ever be bothered by you again.

[webweaver]

If you were the kind of man who would do such a thing, you would not have been offered the coin in the first place.

[buildingproblem]

You'd have to talk to Lash to find out the sort of man I am.

[webweaver]

Lash?

A flawed name for a flawed shadow. How fitting.

[buildingproblem]

She did exactly what you claim to have done. She made a choice for herself.