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[each-your-own.livejournal.com]

{A very handsome and suave looking man steps onto the Plane, and looks entirely unimpressed by his surroundings, oddly enough}

Is this supposed to be punishment? I hope not, since that would mean that you're getting soft, you old bastard. I don't think anyone would appreciate that. Especially your worshipers that are afraid of your wrath.

{He looks up at the sky anyways, and in his head, recites the names of the different cosmos that he sees. They aren't the names that humans have come up with, of course, but since he and his brother created most of them, well, he figures he's entitled to name them whatever he damn well pleases. Like that one? That's the John Milton nebula, just as thanks for penning Paradise Lost.}

It could have at least been a little more imaginative. I'm disappointed, honestly. No fire, no pitchforks, not even an unpleasant thing in sight. Well, except that bar, but most people would definitely consider that a positive thing.

{But he nods anyways}

It seems like I'm not alone, though. I wonder if that's supposed to be a worrisome thing, or if this is just part of "your plan" too. It's no Hell, it's just a minor inconvenience, but I'm not going to hang around. I'm tired of all this "destiny" nonsense, and I'm not planning to fit into your plan anymore.

{With a chuckle} Really, I thought at least you would know that.

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[mercwamouth]

[Scribbles on a note pad]

AND I THOUGHT I LIKED TO HEAR MY OWN VOICE.

[each-your-own.livejournal.com]

{Unamused}

[mercwamouth]

ITS AN EXPERIMENT. THE TWINS DID IT.

[galeforcehero.livejournal.com]

[Dorothy's dribbling a basketball, looking just slightly bored.]

It's not punishment, it's an experiment. Or so they tell me. Honestly, I don't think it really matters.

[each-your-own.livejournal.com]

{Chuckles, dryly}

[galeforcehero.livejournal.com]

Dunno. "The Twins", I guess, and there's a woman, I think. But I can't be sure.

[Sooooomething about this guy makes Dorothy a little... nervous. She's certainly reluctant to make eye contact, but she's determined to be as polite as possible!]

You're not stuck here, just you know. You can come and go as you please, and time won't pass in your world while you're here. So it can be pretty convenient, in some situations. It's not bad, this place.

[shinypaws.livejournal.com]

[Just...sort of staring. Because she feels something there, something akin to Yami, and yet wholly different.]

[each-your-own.livejournal.com]

{He looks back, nodding to her. He knows right away that she's a God, but he doesn't know which one. There are too many.}

[shinypaws.livejournal.com]

[It takes Ammy a moment to respond.]

Indeed, I am. And you are something...well, akin to one, I should think. An odd scent indeed, and yet all at once familiar.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[addressing the sky like there's someone else is odd. Talking about the sky's worshippers is.... relatively un-odd, assuming that the person talking is assuming the sky is a god. Mention of fire and pitchforks seeks a bit Christian, which is odd, because the Master always thought Christians were less... you know, prone to chatting up sky gods. Unless they're talking to God God, which is plausible. Most Christians don't call God 'you old bastard' in the Master's experience, though.]

If you're looking for a God, they seem to prefer wolf form around here.

[each-your-own.livejournal.com]

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[looks at him, and then sighs (theatrically)]

Are you another from Crowley's universe? Quick, give me an approximate metaphorical carbon dating on Sol 3, known as Earth.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[Oooooooooh shit.]

[This would be one (1) fallen angel, completely stock-still, eyes wide behind the sunglasses, with a look of absolute shock/terror/horror on his face.]

[each-your-own.livejournal.com]

{Slightly amused}

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[Crowley is...still looking quite petrified.]

[He's also trying to decide whether it would be best to drop from the Plane, acknowledge Lucifer, or just...kinda stand there quietly and try not to have a coronary.]

[He opts for the third.]

[soimpressive.livejournal.com]

If you're talking to who I think you are, this is a whole different plan.

[each-your-own.livejournal.com]

[soimpressive.livejournal.com]

Wasn't in mine either. Ten months in, look at me. You may have to pencil it in.

[oilyhands.livejournal.com]

[Pollution's a little surprised, but mostly entertained]

This isn't Hell. I've been told it has nothing to do with either side.

[each-your-own.livejournal.com]

[oilyhands.livejournal.com]

There are angels, or maybe just the one. I'm can't say if he'd try to slay you or not.

[contract_star]

[Wat.] Ah...I apologize if I sound forward, but would you happen to be an angel? Or a demon?

[each-your-own.livejournal.com]

[allstrings.livejournal.com]

[Smirk] Y'know, usually when someone starts talking to the sky, it's a sign that he's crazy. Or a priest, but that's probably about the same thing.

[each-your-own.livejournal.com]