BtVS: Alternate Lives

Who: Lucie & Azrael, TBC in tags
Where: Hell
When: Monday evening (Dec. 14th, backdated)

With his tie at half-mast, the shirt collar unbutton, his suit coat drapped across the back of the chair, Azrael looked more rumpled than usual. It was probably due to the fact that the fallen angel was lieing to his boss, someone who's side he'd been at for millenia, slept next to for millenia, and in some twisted way, loved for millenia. But Azrael could not, would not, let Lucie go through with this plan to release all four of the Horsemen. Humanity had it's flaws...but that's exactly what made them human, he thought as he watched Clarity Myles on Lucie's large screen television.

Lucie came in from making a few deals on earth and checking in on how the circles were doing. She walked into the throne room, and looked at Azrael.

The fallen angel changed the channel, pretending as if he had been checking on Priscilla and Thanatos. Priscilla's...destruction, was a little more widespread and noticable than Thantos', which was honestly to be expected given the differences in their nature. His usual stoic expression was in place, his voice monotone, "...Everything is proceeding as planned."

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Who: Azreal OT: Lucie & Willow
Where: Avarice
When: Friday evening (Nov. 20)

The fallen angel felt...out of place in this club. Despite actually dressing for the occasion in more than his usual suit, tie, and trench coat, Avarice was by far, not his scene. Give him a bar or an English pub that played blues any day. At any rate, Azrael was dressed in a lightweight dark gray sweater, dark jeans, and boots, standing next to Lucie who was, of course, dressed to the nines.

Who: Lucie OT Azrael
What: Telling Azrael about her meeting
Where: Lucie’s bedroom in hell
When: After her meeting Willow

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Who: Azrael & Pierce Japhrimel OT: Luci & the Four
Where: Random coffeeshop
When: Saturday evening
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He sat at one of the little tables outside the coffeeshop, a cup of your standard brew sat in front of him, steaming and untouched since he ordered it. Azrael didn't exactly blend in, but the fallen angel really didn't see the need. It wasn't his job as Lucifer's Right Hand to blend in. It was his job to assist and protect.

Azrael waited until an attractive young man sat at his table and anyone who knew Tierce Japhrimel would almost say that this man who sat down would be a dead ringer for the exiled dragon. Indeed, in all physical details Pierce Japhrimel was identical to his brother. However, as said before, anyone who knew Tierce would know for a fact that Pierce could not be his brother for his clothing appearance was the complete opposite: His face was devoid of any make-up or piercings and appeared fresh faced, unassuming. Not a thread of dark clothing adorned his body. In fact, Pierce's clothing was as unassuming as the rest of him: Plain t-shirt, plain dark jeans, and plain black boots. If it wasn't for the dragon's hair, no one would notice him in a crowd.

The fallen angel pushed the mug of coffee toward the dragon and merely said, "Drink this." Pierce lifted a brow in reaction, "And what's this?"

"Assurances that you'll tell the Truth." Pierce laughed in reply, "Oh, someone hasn't done his homework." Azrael tilted his head, "Your clan, specifically, are notorious for skirting and manipulating the Truth. Drink the coffee or your audience with Lucifer ends now." Amusement was still plain on Pierce's face, but he complied, lifting the mug of java to his lips and downed the contents.

"Happy?" The dragon asked as he replaced the mug on the table. The fallen angel made no verbal reply. He simply stood and took a step back, leaving the previously occupied chair available for his master.

Who: Lucie, Azrael, and Helen Holt
Where: The Tree of Knowledge bookstore
When: Sunday evening

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Who: Azrael & Lucie
Where: The warehouse district
When: Sunday evening

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Who: Azrael, Lucie & introducing Pierce Japhrimel
Where: Jolt!Coffee
When: Thursday afternoon

If Tierce's girlfriend, Sin, were to walk into Jolt!Coffee that afternoon, she'd be pleasantly surprised to find him there. Although upon further inspection, she'd come to realize that young man with neon red hair and the same golden eyes as Tierce was not in fact, Tierce at all. Pierce Japhrimel did not sport the same piercings and dark makeup as his twin brother wore. Not to mention, the two siblings fashion styles completely clashed; Where Tierce wore dark clothes with wacky graphics on them, Pierce wore simple t-shirts, jeans, and work boots. Something else that was different between the two brothers; Tierce's expression would never hold the wondering gleam of what would a person taste like. Pierce's golden eyes slid back and forth as he observed the humans passing to and fro, amusement on his face as he sipped idly at his coffee.

Lucie had taken a break from paperwork to come topside to mingle among the mortals and maybe collect a few souls if the opportunity presented itself. She sat at a corner table in a Chanel business suit and matching sleek black stiletto pumps, sipping a French vanilla latte.

Azrael, one of the Fallen and Lucifer's second-in-command, strode up to the coffeeshop dressed in a suit and tan overcoat. He looked a little haggard, but that was the body he was possessing. The joke was, the accountant was actually a devout Catholic, although the joke was more for Lucie's benefit than anyone else. Azrael could care less who he rode topside. Without an introduction, the fallen angel sat across from Pierce. "You wanted a meeting?"

The dragon boy's attention snapped to the demon's like a cat's. Pierce's amusement died, his head tilting a bit, golden eyes narrowing. "Yes, I wanted a meeting. With your master, not an underling."

Lucie was sitting a few tables away watching them. There weren't many deal proposals that came her way and Azrael was always made to check them out first, before Lucie even came topside. This one had approached them a week ago, and had caught her interest, which was why she was here, well that and she didn't want Azrael coming home injured or worse.

The fallen angel smiled a rare smile, and scooted his chair closer to the table, leaning across it. His expression was completely devoid of emotion along with his gaze as he simply stated, "You meet with me first or you don't see Lucifer at all."

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