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Calliope Sedant is what goes bump in the night. ([info]the_redlady) wrote in [info]utr_logs,
@ 2009-10-15 00:58:00

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Entry tags:calliope sedant, mephisto

Who: Calliope Sedant and Mephisto.
What: Pretty vampire and misplaced demon chit-chat.
When: Shortly after Mephisto's arrival.
Where: Wherever Mephisto decides.
Warnings: Honestly? Yeah, but I don't know what. Yes.



Calliope had just enough time to put on her boots and grab her briefcase before she felt the tug of Mephisto's summoning. She closed her eyes as she was taken, trying not to move too much so he would have an easier time of things. She didn't know what he could possibly need that she could help with, but what he wanted, she'd supply.



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[info]feedsmycontempt
2009-10-15 08:36 am UTC (link)
Mephisto eased out of the room, slowly dragging his nails down the walls of the hallway as he walked to the front of the house, leaving large, gaping clawmarks in his wake. "I do not spoil you, Calliope. You're helping me gain my strength. Soon, I'll be doing the work all on my own. Come along." He could feel the presence of the half-wit's alter in the living room, and he snorted, walking over to it and knocking it all down with a brush of his arm. "I ask for no allegiance." He growled, and took the alter cloth. "But this is nice, I'll use it to line my jacket. Now, this next one," He said, facing Calliope as he tucked the cloth into an inner pocket of his coat, "is the so-called leader of this silly little coven. If you'll be so kind as to let me borrow your instruments, I think he'll be more appreciative of it than if I were to claw him to ribbons."

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