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]

It was a combination of them, really. A combination of colours which spelled out 'welcome home Descry'.

Now apparently people argue over who gets to paint the welcome banners.

[skeletonenigma]

What was Heaven like before Larrikin got there?

[scryinghope]

It was about the same, actually. Except that Metatron didn't have a running rivalry with persons unknown trying to sneak into his office and steal all his quills.

[skeletonenigma]

Let me guess. Rover wanted the quills because he was trying to paint turkey pictures and needed something for the tails.

[scryinghope]

However did you guess?

[skeletonenigma]

I'm very good at guessing.

[scryinghope]

For the record: It wasn't my fault.

[skeletonenigma]

I guessed that too.

[scryinghope]

Because naturally I didn't make the suggestion as a joke knowing, with complete certainty, that he would follow up on the idea.

[skeletonenigma]

You do realise how hollow that claim sounds coming from a mind-reader, don't you?

[scryinghope]

Just don't tell Metatron. He's vicious when he's vengeance-pranking. I think he's making up for lost time.

[skeletonenigma]

Metatron, is it?

[scryinghope]

I'd like to point out that, having died, I have some sense of your thought processes, and if you don't want them to be advertised to every corner of Heaven, you'd restrain that thought you're having.

[skeletonenigma]

This is based on the mistaken assumption that I would mind. Wouldn't everyone in Heaven be able to see them anyway? Or are you just special?

[scryinghope]

Of course I'm special. But while people in Heaven have some sense of others' states, it's true, they generally don't have any need or ability to pry too deeply.

And you do have a degree in specialised angel-bonking.

[skeletonenigma]

You're not the least bit worried about Gabe's reaction to all this?

[scryinghope]

I'm hoping Rafe will distract him long enough to--

You just had to pray to him, didn't you?

[skeletonenigma]

I don't know what you're talking about. Is a prayer more than just a thought?

[scryinghope]

When it comes to a skeleton soulbonded to an angel? No.

[skeletonenigma]

Are you going to start accusing me of having thoughts, Descry?

[scryinghope]

Possessing? Of course not. Directing? Quite possibly.

[skeletonenigma]

As you said, we're soulbonded. My possessing a thought is quite often the same as directing it. Hello, Gabe.

[impudentsongbird]

Hello. I'd just like you to know that I'm feeling somewhat hen-pecked right now.

[skeletonenigma]

Are you? I can't imagine why. Is there any chance you could put Larrikin, and therefore Descry, on a leash?

[impudentsongbird]

I can try, but they'd only use it as more ammunition. I think it's true what they say about quiet ones. Rover is terrible, but Descry only encourages him. I think the novelty of not having to hide what he can do has gone to his head.