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[sorryitasedyou]

Who: Human!Darcy sorryitasedyou or Angel!Erica seizurings and YOU!
Where:Various
When: Angels/Demons event
Rating: PG for language? Will bump up if needed
Summary: Erica and Darcy wandering around the mansion (catch-all)

The Story:



Darcy:


Darcy is getting more and more confused as the weekend progesses, doing her best to avoid people with wings. Whether or not they do the same remains to be seen. She can be found wandering around the mansion, most of the time with earbuds in or her nose buried in a book trying to pretend that a ton of people didn't just sprout wings.

Erica:


Erica is beyond annoyed. Being an angel carried its own responsibilities, but that meant she had to care about other people and their issues. She has taken to perching on ledges and finding the roof increasingly more appealing than she had before. She doesn't have to deal with people if they aren't around to bug her about stupid things like miracles and guidance.

[ooc: Hit me up with who you want, where, and when. Prose or action both okay.]

Comments

[sorryitasedyou]

[She barely bites back the 'grandpa' comment, since they were shooting for a truce and all that... Although that temptation is definitely there.]

Well, I did go to school for Political Science and I've been dealing with Jane for about three years. I can be ridiculously rational.

[It was more a matter of principal half the time. She's totally not even gonna touch on the past encounters. She wants this to work.]

So... Should we shake on it? Make it official?

[possiblymad]

[He would probably laugh or roll his eyes. It's when books start flying that he gets irritated, not to worry Darcy.]

And ridiculously irrational. [He raises an eyebrow, daring her to contest that.] But we can all be irrational, can we not?

[Her offer to shake brings an amused smile back to his lips.]

A binding verbal contract sealed by a physical gesture? Why not? [He sets his glass down and offers out his hand to her.]

[sorryitasedyou]

[She's itching to respond to that, but if they're gonna do this truce... Then... U G H FINE. She can be a bigger person and NOT talk about how he instigated it.]

That we can.

[She takes his hand, giving it a firm shake. A thing she never thought she'd be doing in a million years... But circumstances were different here.]

Alright - deal is sealed.

[And she didn't have to sell her soul to do it... As far as she knew.]

So, did you use the closet to get this quality stuff?

[She holds up her glass in reference.]

[possiblymad]

[He looks momentarily confused as his eyes meet the glass. Right, he was masquerading as a Norse God. He kept forgetting that part. Loki, the God of Tricks and Mischief. It was a fun title and a splendid cover. Better than Loki the Demon. It was a disguise that had lasted for several millennia. He'd even built up his own reputation amongst the other Norse deities in that time.]

Of course. The closet. It was very helpful, though it took several tries. Is it to your liking?

[sorryitasedyou]

Yeah, it's great.

[Hmm.... Well that's interesting... She sees that confusion, taking a moment to process it.]

So I'm gonna go out on a limb here with the whole sparkly green text and bad-ass bottle of booze that you got your magic back?