What's up, bitches?

Okay so like, what do you people do out here? I got an invite to the Nazi party or something, which sounds so retro, but I don't have a single cute thing to wear. What's up with that!

Oh and someone tell me this place has a poodle parlour? I need to get Tinkerbell a manicure, like, yesterday.

...Feh. I have seen cities kept in bottles stand greater than this.

Who, then, has summoned me? A fortunate man, and unwise.

Come, warrior, sultan, thief. Best me in battle and you shall have your wish.

[ooc: Mazikeen is an Ifrit for the day - a free willed Jinn with control over fire. Draw first blood in a fight with her and she'll make your dreams come true >> ]

Amusing.

To think I imagined matters of genealogy forgotten long ago.

This... is not my face. It is a wound that reopens every time I speak.

Another curse? I have been cursed this way before, and there are debts still unrepaid. Come, if this is a curse. Present your faces to me and see what work I can make of them.


[ooc: Mazikeen lost all her scars today. This is a problem.]

[Voice post;]

[The sound of... humming. Soft and pleasant, and to the tune of 'onward christian soldiers']

Elaine Belloc? I have to go out, the city has replaced my clothes with.... things I cannot wear and still respect myself. You wear too much black, perhaps I can buy you a dress to match mine. Blue. Your father was fond of blue.

I will buy dinner while I'm out. We have baby sweetcorn, is there something else?


[ooc: Maternal Mazikeen, who had a relationship with Michael, not Lucifer.]

[Voice Post, cracked and accidental;]

Oh, Lilith's skirts aren't wide enough, brothers. Not for all of you to hide behind.

I'll bury you in your gods-fucked garden!


[OOC: Battle at Heaven's gate. Mazikeen is in Xanadu, taking on all comers. She doesn't (know she has) her Morningstar powers, but she's still a demon with a sword. Literally.]

They say it is for those of Hell to be entertained by human suffering.

You attend in packs to watch thousands die in icy waters, entertainment until you find yourselves in their place. Humanity takes pleasure in it's own pain.

In Hell, it was only ever business.

[Mazikeen has been awake since midnight, sitting up between red silk sheets and smoking a cigarette as she watches the young, blonde girl sleeping beside her, still oblivious to the length of chain linking both their wrists.]

[Voice Post]

Unwanted gifts...

The metal may not burn. She would.

Elaine Belloc has left the city.

...Good. She was too old to be so concerned with deluding herself. Let her remember responsibility; it was an old God who began with abandonment.

Lux is once again hiring, applications can be made in person.

Elle Driver, can you yet walk?


[ooc: elaine-mun is just on a month long hiatus, no panic.]

Mrr, quite a crowd. Soft, delicious, unprepared...

I was growing so bored of all my food coming in cans.

I cut them up and burned them.

Person Specification [bar staff | servers at Lux]

Required;
Non minor,
Willing to work night shifts,
Basic numeracy,

Preferred;
Experience of serving food or drink,
Experience of minor ritual,
A strong stomach.

( Elaine: Private | Warded] )

What you have taken was a gift.

Abuse it, and I will ensure those moments you spend alive each day are both painful and brief. This city will burn as swift as any kindling.

[Private to Elaine;]

Elaine Belloc, I would speak with you. Now.

Nightmare.

As promised.

The sun remained set in place and unseasonably hot for two full days. Note that I was not compelled to declare my innocence in the matter.

Now. Gabriel and Sandalphon are here?

Explain.

The fire will burn itself out, that is the nature of the element.

Not my care, but witness Angels shirking the blame while they stand idle. I am not alone in the ability to snuff this blaze with a thought, the desperate might remember so in their prayers for divine intervention. They watch, and do nothing. It was ever the way of heaven to leave you to your fate.




...Seven days, and seven. This tests my patience.