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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[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.

[scryinghope]

Did I say frustration? All I said was that he wanted Words with you.

[skeletonenigma]

And yet, the implication of that must be bad enough for you to try and keep the two of us away from each other.

Or is this another attempt at stopping me from blackmailing you?

[scryinghope]

[But he didn't say bad for whom, did he, Skulduggery?]

Whyever would you think that?

[skeletonenigma]

Oh, I don't know. I think it's all in the word 'blackmail.'

[scryinghope]

The last time Metatron caught Larrikin in his office he tied him to the Pearly Gates with a scroll listing every moment he's ever been embarrassed in his life, free for any newcomer to read. Or for Saint Peter to read out when he was bored. Which, given it's Rover, is far more than you'd expect, and given it's Saint Peter, was more frequently than you'd think. I have good reason to be worried.

[skeletonenigma]

So we would basically be able to read your mind, then?

Where is Metatron's office, out of curiosity?

[scryinghope]

Seeing as I can't read yours to begin with, I object to the one-sidedness of this exchange.

In Heaven, obviously.