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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[skeletonenigma]

You are aware that a revolver is my weapon of choice, right?

[trickntreats]

Uh, yeah. I'm just kinda wondering, if you shoot me, does that mean you're shooting your boyfriend?

[Who is now sulking against Skulduggery's shoulder.]

[skeletonenigma]

I think I have Gabe's full agreement on the theory that the pair of you are easily different enough to constitute completely different people.

[trickntreats]

Oh, please. I'm way cooler than he is. I've got more wings, for one.

[skeletonenigma]

Compensating for something?

[trickntreats]

You know what? I think I like you. I've got good taste.

[skeletonenigma]

You never answered the question.

[trickntreats]

Bucko, I don't need to compensate for anything.

[impudentsongbird]

'Apart from cut and running on your family when they needed you the most, you mean?'

[trickntreats]

Keep talking like that, bro, and we're gonna have issues.

[skeletonenigma]

Then we have issues, because he has a point.

[scryinghope]

I have to step in here, because I'm fairly sure the passive-aggressive Archangel fumes of fury are starting to clog up Mun's brain. Shoo.

Except you, Skulduggery. Now where were we?

[skeletonenigma]

We were saying that I was the superior being, and as such, you would help me lock Valkyrie in the Sanctuary archives by stealing all the quills.

[scryinghope]

Obviously your memory is faulty. We were saying that I am the superior being, and I would grant you my help in locking Valkyrie in the Sanctuary archives and stealing all the quills.

[skeletonenigma]

What was the name again? Metatron?

[scryinghope]

No, Azrael.

[skeletonenigma]

Are you sure? I think it was Metatron.

[scryinghope]

I'm a mind-reader. I don't forget things. It was obviously Azrael.

[skeletonenigma]

You're a mind-reader who can't read my mind. For all intents and purposes, Descry, you're a mortal. It was Metatron.

[scryinghope]

What would you say if I'm lying to save your un-life?

[skeletonenigma]

And how would that be saving my un-life?

[scryinghope]

The fact that Metatron wants Words with you as to how your very existence has ruined his filing system. I'm keeping you out of his way, which I can't do if you go up and talk to him.

[skeletonenigma]

He does know that isn't my fault, doesn't he? I didn't go up and ask Tenebrae to ruin my life. Or Metatron's filing system.

[scryinghope]

Yes, but Tenebrae is not only still alive, when he dies he certainly won't be arriving in Heaven and thus Metatron will have no chance to speak to him instead.

[skeletonenigma]

So he's going to take his frustration out on me? I thought angels were somehow nobler than that.