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[Jan. 10th, 2012|09:06 pm]
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Who: Ash and Scootaloo
What: Kickin' it at an amusement park.
Where: Busch Gardens, In Williamsburg Virginia.
Warning: Pfft, unless some random naked dude streaks in the park, nothing.

Girls just wanna have fun. )
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[Dec. 14th, 2011|11:32 pm]

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Who: Open to anyone who wants to party. Multiple threads welcome.
What: Faith's birthday
Where: Some seedy bar that's near a strip club probably
When: Tonight
Warnings: Cursing, drinking and god knows what else

You only turn 31 or 24 once. )
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[Apr. 27th, 2011|10:43 pm]
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WHO: Ash and Isabela
WHAT: Meetings
WHERE: Nassau Harbor, Bahamas
WARNINGS: Flirting is always possible with Isabela.

Well ships may come and ships may go )
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[Apr. 12th, 2011|09:28 pm]
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Who: Veno and Ash
What: He's new, she's helpful.
Where: Judenburg, Austria
When: Tuesday night
Warnings: Surprisingly little.

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[Feb. 27th, 2011|01:49 pm]

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Who: Ash and Raziel
What: Discussing crap and being spooky cute.
Where: Uruk
When: Sunday
Warnings: Possible.

His discussion with Ariel was a mental struggle to keep himself from letting the darker side of him reply to the alchemist, but Raziel did not let on. It was with great trepidation that he needed to approach the discussion of what had to be done with his beloved, as well. Of all the touchy subjects, her brother was one, for both of them. While Asmodeus was something of his tutor in the early days, he'd become more than that - a pain in his ass, and a nemesis in many ways. In fact, despite the fact that Asmodey had taught Raziel a great many things about the world that he had never known, there was no other being in existence, past or present, that Raziel was hellbent on being nothing like.

And he couldn't trust the demon for any reason, and never had. However, Ash was Asmodey's Achilles' heel. He knew that she could ask anything of the fiery-haired devil, and he would do it for her, no questions asked.

He had been walking in the desert for an hour, and returned with a clear mind, walking into the great hall of the temple, hands behind him. "Astarte?" He called, "I've returned. May we discuss things?"
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[Feb. 3rd, 2011|12:41 am]
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WHO: Gabriel and Astaroth
WHAT: Meeting
WHERE: A random street in Jerusalem
WARNINGS: Gabe's potty mouth, probably not much else

Yerushalaim chel zahav )
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[Dec. 27th, 2010|09:05 pm]

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Who: Ariel and Astaroth.
What: Chatting.
When: Monday night.
Where: Nemo's Rare Books.
Warnings: Swearing, but that's about it.

Mutual acquaintances. )
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[Dec. 15th, 2010|09:16 pm]

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Who: Astaroth and Zepar.
What: Meeting up for the first time in a long time.
When: Wednesday afternoon.
Where: Random coffee shop in London.
Warnings: Probably!

Goddess and an angel in a coffee shop. )
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[Dec. 9th, 2010|08:26 pm]
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Who: Snark twins ahoy! and later, Astaroth.
What: Just another day in the shop, or is it?
Where: the book store, as usual.
When: Morning-ish.
Warnings: Oh, the usual antiquated obscenities.

For what it was worth, Mephisto hadn't had a boring day as a human. Quiet ones, yes, and certainly there were lulls between things to fascinate him, but just as soon as he thought he'd got the hang of things, his body threw him a curveball, and sent him reeling into fascination and bafflement once more.

Today, it seemed, would be one of those days. He woke up and promptly realized that he felt drained of all life, of all energy and desire, and that his digestive system was completely out of sorts. Which was why, when he walked into the shop, he was even more pallid than usual, and he didn't seem to carry himself with the same amount of grandeur and regal posturing that he generally did. He did, however, have his second journal with him, and a smile on his face as he walked in, quickly silencing the bell above the door with a swift movement of his hand thrusting up to lightly hold the bell as he closed the door behind him.

"I believe I'm ill," stated the fallen angel, matter-of-fact, and possibly more smugly than one would usually say it. It was as if the cat had caught a bird and was boasting about it.
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