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.

Comments

[impudentsongbird]

I am not 'freakishly' happy! I'm just the right amount of happy! I'm enough happy to loan some to anyone lacking in the happy!

[skeletonenigma]

[Don't mind him. He's just laughing.]

[scryinghope]

Your angel is now sulking in the back of the headspace, for the record. And I don't think you can count on any adorable kittens to stroke for the next little while.

[skeletonenigma]

Oh, just tell him I told you I wasn't worthy of Heaven. He'll be back out in no time.

[scryinghope]

He is somewhat overprotective, isn't he?

[skeletonenigma]

You'd think, if I was destined for Heaven anyway, that it wouldn't matter what I thought. But every time I so much as bring the subject up, he gets very patiently righteous.

[scryinghope]

Well, you are a very stubborn individual, and he is an Archangel.

[skeletonenigma]

I believe I'm encompassing the most important concepts of the Christian religion, personally. I'm living life to the fullest. What more does he want?

[scryinghope]

... Are you trying to make him start steaming like a kettle with the effort of not talking to you?

[skeletonenigma]

Oh good! It's working!

[scryinghope]

You have no idea. I didn't know it was possible for angels to turn that colour.

[skeletonenigma]

Just the right amount of happy, Gabe?

[scryinghope]

Well, it's certainly causing you no end of happy. So he's not wrong.

[skeletonenigma]

Have I become an emotional vampire now? I suppose that is a step up from being a living skeleton...

[scryinghope]

As long as you don't sparkle in the sunlight. I may have to mock you if you do.

[skeletonenigma]

Doesn't Lucifer sparkle in the sunlight?

[scryinghope]

That depends on whether Raphael has doused him in glitter or not.

[skeletonenigma]

I seem to recall something about throwing a handful of glitter at monsters in the Institute. Were you aiming for a specific result, Gabe?

[impudentsongbird]

If they managed to hit whichever version of Lucifer who was present in the face while he was spying, so much the better.

[skeletonenigma]

You're deigning to talk to me again? Excellent.

[impudentsongbird]

I decided there were better ways of curing you of your emotional vampirism.

[skeletonenigma]

Good. I'd hate to be robbed of your conversational eloquence.

[impudentsongbird]

I didn't have any conversation planned in the curing, actually.

[skeletonenigma]

What did you have planned?

[impudentsongbird]

[Skulduggery gets just a moment to see the sudden mischievous grin. And then he gets glomped by an angel.]