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Mephistopheles ([info]feedsmycontempt) wrote in [info]utr_logs,
@ 2010-07-25 18:12:00

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Entry tags:ariel, mephisto

Who: Mephisto and Ariel
What: Going through new acquisitions, discussing their usual affairs
Where: Ariel's shop, London
When: Shortly after Ariel's return
Warnings: Beware, there's a bird in here! Otherwise, no.

Mephisto had acquired some new abilities since the last time Ariel had seen him, but it wasn't going to be a night of rubbing new toys in the other kid's face. Though he did bring something unusual in with him this time when he entered the shop that was readily apparent - a grackle, fully mature stood on his shoulder as he walked through the wall and directly to Ariel's side.
"I assure you, she's quite tame in my presence," He started, the bird staring directly at Ariel. "Brown eyes. And you're less pale than I imagined you." He gave a tiny, smug smile. "Have you gone through the stack in the back room I've given to you?"


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[info]feedsmycontempt
2010-07-26 01:11 am UTC (link)
"Powers, clearly. And yes, I use the mind of the bird to see through her eyes. I refuse to use telepathic powers for anything more." He unrolled another scroll while he paused to consider his words. Telepathy was an awful power, he thought, as was the ability to plant thoughts and notions into the human mind. It was outright underhanded, even by demonic standards.

"It seems like cheating." A smile twitched on his lips briefly.

"But of course," Mephisto said, as the bird turned to Ariel from her perch, "I'm a creature of habit. I only wanted sight, if only for a moment, if even secondhand." He went back to inspecting the scroll. "I want only one thing more, and perhaps I will find some small measure of contentedness."

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