On the whole apocalyse thing

[nicodemus]

The Apocalypse. [ Oh please. This is no Apocalypse, but Nicodemus can certainly fulfill people's expectations if they wanted. ]

What better a time than when those who are entrenched with the belief that the end is neigh, than to promote and fuel such thoughts? [ A shrug and smirk. ] Who am I to criticize them in their beliefs, or to change their states of mind?

[ Except he dun curr about that. He just wants to kill people, so why not when they're in the mindset for it? ] The despair of hope and relinquish to the inevitable, my dear. Truly both are powers to be reckoned with.

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[quicktoanger]

"Yeah, and it'll suck for you when nothing happens and nobody gives a crap in a week. Another Y2K. Terrifying."

[nicodemus]

Dresden, please. As I recall I nearly started one the first time we met. Perhaps to your limited knowledge I have done so again already. [ Or perhaps he's just trolling you. Either way. ]

The day is still early yet. [ And he has experience in these sorts of things, you know? ]

[quicktoanger]

"And as I recall, you got your ass kicked my a single mortal and limped away with your tail between your legs, without your shroud or your plague. Excuse me if I don't take it seriously."

[nicodemus]

And as I recall you still picked up the coin. [ We cannot forget that little detail now can we? So who was it that really won? Assuming that his true motive was truly to make an apocalypse, he would have lost, and perhaps he did lose that and the shroud in the long run. But in the end he got the undivided attention of an individual whom he wanted to taint with Lasciel. ]

As well as getting rid of one of the knight of the cross. [ A vicious smile at that. Shiro remember Harry? Died to protect you and all that. ]

[quicktoanger]

"His choice. Not that I'd expect you to get it."

And the vicious grin is met with a smug one.

"And as for the coin, how well did that work out for you on that boat?"

[nicodemus]

A foolish one. [ What is compassion or caring for others? Nicodemus knows nothing of these things. But it still doesn't matter, because now there was only one Knight left, only one sword in play. His expression goes sour still at that statement. ]

A mild set back. [ Lasciel would have to answer to that. He makes no mention of his surprise about the subject either. He gives a noncommittal wave of his hand. ] You've a taste for power, Dresden. That much we both recognize. You may have thrown away the coin, but there is always some desire to take up another form of power.

[ The winter mantle for example. ]

[theartofboom]

Or, you could take the easy route, Nick.

[She is referring, of course, to the obvious: fire.]

[nicodemus]

A mass purge via flame? [ He smirks and shakes his head. Well it's certainly old aged, but he's never really had a problem with that. He prefers plagues himself, but fire would be quicker, deadlier as well. ]

And I assume you'd like to take up the job for such an occasion?

[theartofboom]

Now why would I go and do a thing like that for a creep like you?

[She replies with an even more wicked smirk]

Why, I don't even know what this world's done to warrant Worldfire.

[failedreintegration]

Apocalypse.

[his tone is flat] They actually believed that.

[nicodemus]

Such a common belief that it has a rigorous following, yes. You could even say that some are zealots towards the end of all creation.

[failedreintegration]

And do they say that humans will be doing this?

[really humans? really?]

I mean that's not to say that things don't have expiration dates but as if they could conceive of when...

[talentsgirl]

[She is SO not supposed to be talking to you.]

[nicodemus]

[ Don't worry Molly. He will keep this conversation between the two of them. Harry will never know! ] You are his apprentice, are you not?

[talentsgirl]

[Molly is tempted to veil and run away. Even through this strange world, the sense of evil is palatable.]

And you would be the chief Nicklehead?

[Guess who also got lessons in sass?]

[nicodemus]

Ah yes. I see the ill-timed quips have been taught as well. You truly are his apprentice. A pity, you could be so much more with all that talent. [ He is totally eying you now like a piece of meat, Molly. He might even begin to pace around you, a hushed whisper breaking through the silence. ]

You may call me Nicodemus, my dear. Mind your manners with your elders, would you? And you are Molly Carpenter. Your father is...or should I say was a Knight of the Cross. [ A cruel smile at that. ]

[talentsgirl]

You forgot your evil laugh. [She said, terrified. But, you know, SHE KNOWS he can't hurt her here. So reminding him of his responsibilities as the bad guy is key here. Key. Or else he might note that this is the last place she wants to be, and can't have that.]

And I'm not your anything. And yeah, that's right. My dad's retired. [An angry and determined glint enters her eyes, eyes she carefully keeps from meeting his. And that grounds her for a moment.] Safe. Alive. And happy.

[webweaver]

And here I thought you'd simply been thwarted again, Anduriel.

[nicodemus]

You speak to me about being thwarted, Lasciel? I do hope you remember what your purpose was when I handed you over to Harry Dresden.

[ And how displeased he is about that business. ]

[webweaver]

You aren't the Morning Star, brother dearest. Don't presume you command me.

[She might be a little bitter about that Harry Dresden thing.]