sort-of voice-test for a sort-of oc.

[scryinghope]

Please don't.

Yes, I know that won't stop you. I don't even need to be in your head to know that. I also happen to know that a little bit of pleading will at least make you feel guilty while you put me through all the things you're planning.

You see? It worked. At least now I can suffer with the petty vindictiveness of knowing that a fictional character made you feel bad. I'm like that on occasion.

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[scryinghope]

Wrested from an Archangel, or wrested by an Archangel?

[skeletonenigma]

Take your pick. Aren't multiple-choice word associations fun?

[scryinghope]

I pick wrested by, myself.

Larrikin would like to ask how many times, by the way. He's sort-of sitting just behind me with a mental bag of popcorn.

[skeletonenigma]

If he's actually watched any of it...

[scryinghope]

He says: 'Of course I did. I need to get my jollies somehow.'

[skeletonenigma]

Refresh my memory. How did you react that time Dexter accidentally walked in on you?

[scryinghope]

'As I recall, I invited him to join us.' Excuse me, I think I need to reacquaint myself with the mental bleach.

[skeletonenigma]

You'll forgive me, Larrikin, if I refrain from inviting you.

[scryinghope]

Gabe's giving him that steady Archangely 'I'm the one who dictates when you go back to Heaven' look, so I don't think he's expecting to be asked.

He is giggling into his peanuts, though.

[skeletonenigma]

Peanuts? Whatever happened to the popcorn?

[scryinghope]

I believe it's called 'an update in the headcanon continuum'.

[skeletonenigma]

I see. What's the reason for this particular update? It wouldn't have anything to do with peanut galleries, would it?

[scryinghope]

To be fair, he did need something to throw at the metaphysical screen when you lot were being idiots.

[skeletonenigma]

He could always have looked away from the metaphysical screen.

[scryinghope]

I suggested that once. Then he kept asking me what was happening and trying to throw peanuts anyway. It was amusing even when he kept accidentally bonking angels on the head, but then he started hitting me.

[skeletonenigma]

What I'm gathering from this is that Heaven is so unspeakably boring that no one has anything better to do than watch what's going on down on Earth with a giant bag of peanuts while playing 'Bonk the angel.'

[scryinghope]

There are no words for how inaccurate that assumption is.

It was a never-ending bowl of peanuts.

[skeletonenigma]

Did I draw the long straw without realising it?

[scryinghope]

Not at all. This way, we get to mock you incessantly without having to actually go through all the pain and suffering involved in being involved.

[skeletonenigma]

You can't read my mind, and no doubt the utter inanity of your existence as a dead person has addled your memory, so let me make this perfectly clear - do you remember the last time I've ever been bored, Descry?

[scryinghope]

Well, if you want some excitement you could always go and spar with Uriel.

[skeletonenigma]

I didn't say excited. I said bored. Do you remember the last time I've ever been bored, Descry?

[scryinghope]

I'm offering you Heavenly ways of not being bored, since that seems to concern you so much about arriving there.

But you could always try bonking your angel.

[He says this with a perfectly straight face, which is hard when Larrikin is laughing himself sick in the background of mun's headspace.]

[skeletonenigma]

That would certainly pass the time, but my angel does still have Heavenly duties, what with being an Archangel and all. I think I prefer monopolizing his time down here.

[scryinghope]

Probably just as well. I'm fairly sure the Hashmallim would have conniptions otherwise.