Seel har Parasiel (
dreamsallotted) wrote in
hadriel2017-07-02 08:27 pm
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Dirty Laundry [video]
[Seel's at the speakeasy, a glass of something very alcohol next to him, having run out of booze at home. It's obvious he's been there for a while as the mound of ash and spent cigarette butts is piled high. There's nothing quite like having to kill your best friend to really hammer home just how much your life sucks. This time at least, Seel's spreading the wealth. Be thankful he doesn't have dirt on the rest of you.
His words aren't exactly properly enunciated after that much alcohol, but at least cloud of smoke around him was dissipating into the rest of the speakeasy.]
I hear Pell's been here a while. You all probably think of him as a nice, upstanding member of your delinquent little society you've built here. I'm here to set the record straight. Nice people don't knock up their one night stands and then try to hide and pay off their dirty little secret. Your marriage is the most disgusting affront I've ever seen and your consort is a manipulative, conniving bitch. Cause that's what happens when you knock up gold digging rock stars. You marry them and they make your life hell and glue diamonds to their nails.
And then to top it all off you invite Cal to become Tigron with you? That's right, ladies and gentlemen. Pell's King of the World. And apparently Calanthe too--because all you need to do to get promoted is to become a lunatic, and a murderer. That's exactly who I would want to be in charge of things.
Oh, and Pell? While he thought you were dead, your beloved was knocking boots with Terzian. You know, the stone hard killer who liked to eat people and collected vats of blood? Their child looks exactly like him.
The rest of you? Pell has a fetish for blondes. Anyone thinking about bleaching their hair? Don't.
Anyone have any more cigarettes?
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His words aren't exactly properly enunciated after that much alcohol, but at least cloud of smoke around him was dissipating into the rest of the speakeasy.]
I hear Pell's been here a while. You all probably think of him as a nice, upstanding member of your delinquent little society you've built here. I'm here to set the record straight. Nice people don't knock up their one night stands and then try to hide and pay off their dirty little secret. Your marriage is the most disgusting affront I've ever seen and your consort is a manipulative, conniving bitch. Cause that's what happens when you knock up gold digging rock stars. You marry them and they make your life hell and glue diamonds to their nails.
And then to top it all off you invite Cal to become Tigron with you? That's right, ladies and gentlemen. Pell's King of the World. And apparently Calanthe too--because all you need to do to get promoted is to become a lunatic, and a murderer. That's exactly who I would want to be in charge of things.
Oh, and Pell? While he thought you were dead, your beloved was knocking boots with Terzian. You know, the stone hard killer who liked to eat people and collected vats of blood? Their child looks exactly like him.
The rest of you? Pell has a fetish for blondes. Anyone thinking about bleaching their hair? Don't.
Anyone have any more cigarettes?
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[ Which is really all the more reason to stay close to his people, and Seel's one of them, he'd make them stronger, but. No. Pell can't right now. He sighs. ]
Did you get to talk to them?
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The Null? Yeah. They don't care about us. They'll kill us if they have to.
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I don't like them.
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I don't know if Hope could resurrect them again.
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Do you want me to stay tonight? Make sure Seel doesn't try to come back?
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That sounds great, Jo, thank you. Stay as long as you like, we certainly have the room.
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I do have my apartment. [But Amos has been gone and suddenly it seems so empty.]
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I know you do. It just gets quiet here... you'd be welcome.
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I'll think about staying longer, but I'll sleep on the couch tonight.
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You'll take a room, or Flick would have my head. I'll make sure there are clean sheets, alright?
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I regret letting you meet my mom. [Not that Jo had much of a choice, but still.]
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What did you learn?
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How to scold you properly, for one.
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I trained just as hard to learn to use my abilities as you did to use weapons, Jo.
...but I may have just had a lesson with knives, if you ever wanted to test me.
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Maybe some day.