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 Posted: Tue Oct 07, 2008 6:54 pm
This time he waited outside the home for the arrival of his mistress's candidate. Because the mistress was slightly irritated- not frightened, persay, but irritated- by dogs, she wanted the Grim to stay outside with Lucifuge. Having heard tales of the dog demon from Ira, the Prime Minister was looking forward to this as much as he looked forward to dancing attendance on Lilith.
Also, he was cold. His breath gave rise to steam, which blackened the very air for a few moments before receding entirely. Idly, he kicked the plants that stood in rows along the brick walkway. Would the woman not arrive soon? Was the dog being irreverent? Damnit. He was the Prime Minister, and would not be led on wild goose chases by an Unnamed--
He paused, took a deep breath, and calmed down enough to light a cigarette. It irritated Luxuria that he smoked on her property, but he did not mind at all. Her irritation caused delightful changes in the populace around her. Idly, he wondered if this Mandy would be the same... But it was doubtful. He anticipated having a lot of fun with this woman...
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Posted: Wed Oct 08, 2008 1:32 am
"Someone outside...." The demon's voice crawled through the quiet room like dark crushed velvet, but Mandy did not look up from her book. Not that it was a great book. Some yappering slutmuffin of a co-worker forcibly shoved the book on her saying it was sooo fantaaastic. It was some trashy smut novel, and the author barely knew what a comma was. "What...?" She asked blandly, not really interested in his answer.
"Someone. Outside." He ground out with a strong snarl. With his large size he didn't even have to get on his hind legs to peek out the window.
"It's probably just a Jehovah's witness..." Mandy began to turn the page and quickly threw it across the room, grunting. What a waste of her day off from work.
"He has horns..."
Mmm yeah that couldn't be good. Mandy got up from her couch sluggishly. Ohh she needed to lay off those Lay's. "What does he look like...?" She wouldn't peek outside and risk the man or... demon knowing she was at home.
"He.... tall... brooding... sinister...."
"Is he hott?"
The bear-like dog looked back at her with an almost human 'what the ********?' look.
".... Don't know..."
"Well I guess i' doesn't matter.... Stand watch for me I'll be right back!" She sped off to her bedroom and Grim couldn't even imagine what she was planning.
Several minutes later, Mandy came out in a tight graphic tee and low-rise jeans, though a pair of scissors were with her too. She took one pointy end and pierced it gently through the middle of her shirt and sliced up until she hit the hem of the collar and snipped it open. Leaning over, Mandy made a quick jiggle to push her bosoms up so they could pour out of her shirt more easily. "Ta-dah... Let's go get him!"
Unfortunately for Grim, her dainty battle cry had to be obeyed and he followed her to the door as she locked them out. She wasn't going to let this guy steal anything and Grim could certainly slip in and unlock it. Better safe than sorry!
"Can I help you?" She asked in a sickly sweet voice that lilted like a peaceful wave. She tried to ignore the huge bear that stood protectively in front of her.
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Posted: Wed Oct 08, 2008 3:52 am
He coughed and pinched the end of the cigarette to put it out. "Miss Young, I presume?" Oh yes, lots of fun, though now he contemplated if she wouldn't be a better Lust than Greed. Certainly better than the priss who was the former now, anyway, he said, eying her cleavage. Remembering his duties, though, he coughed into one gloved hand and moved his gaze to her eyes.
Carefully, he said, "My name is Lucifuge Rofocale," with a courteous little bow. "Of course I wouldn't presume to call upon the Weasel, would I?... I was wondering if you would like to go for a walk with me. It's not very far, should not take exceptionally long, and of course your Grim may come with us."
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Posted: Wed Oct 08, 2008 11:43 am
"You can call me Mandy, honey..." Her melodious laugh twittered sweetly through the air. She always practiced it in her bedroom when she was starting out in her misadventures as the Weasel. It seemed sad at the time, but hot damn had it worked miracles. Her tits helped a lot too. And she gave them an innocent jiggle for the audience.
But her good nature fled when this stranger nosed a bit too far in her life. Her smile froze and was quickly replaced by a ditzy frown. "A weasel? What weasel...?" She brushed his question aside and continued though most of her sweet act had shattered. "Are you a friend of Eddy's or something? Look, if you're selling something or a reporter looking for 'the latest scoop,' sorry you got the wrong girl... So either I call the police or have my doggy tear you in half and play with your entrails...." This guy did not settle well with her. She watched Grigsby lick his jowls at the bloody imagery.
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Posted: Wed Oct 08, 2008 12:28 pm
He smiled. "Edward Fauste, I suppose you mean. He was once my mistress's pupil. Don't worry, my dear, your secret is safe with me- after all, I don't want you spilling who I am, either." Casually, he offered her his hand. "Shall we?"
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Posted: Wed Oct 08, 2008 2:50 pm
Well, there was no more reason to act coy or play stupid. Her beautiful brown eyes cooled and her dainty flushed lips pulled into a tight line. "I don't trust you, just so you know..." She walked closer to this Mr. Rofocale, ignoring his hand completely, and followed him where ever he was to lead her. Mandy felt no true threat, she had Grigsby and she was no slouch herself. The young woman mussed with her hair absently, completely forgetting to tuck her bountiful mounds of bosom back into her shirt. If they brightened up a passerby's day, who was she to begrudge them comfort, especially if it was the man in which her life was precariously dangling.
"So I assume we're going to get to the point of why you have graced me with your presence.... I haven't broken any demon laws or anything, have I? If people ask about Grigsby, I just tell them I feed him too much..." She heard Grim snort at the comment and she scratched his shoulders languidly, receiving a pretty growl from her companion.
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Posted: Wed Oct 08, 2008 8:47 pm
"You don't have to trust me."
He walked, pretending he hadn't been slightly offended by her refusal of his hand, in the direction of the Daemon shop. Halfway there, he turned on his heel and went in the opposite of the normal direction until he stood outside a pretty brownstone. Coming down the steps were two Asians, clearly siblings and not lovers. "Good afternoon, Lucifuge," said the woman. The man- recognizable as Mhin Tae-yul even when not wearing traditional Oriental clothing- simply regarded them both with an aloof stare as they passed.
The Prime Minister shrugged and unlocked the door of the house with a wave of his hand. "Come inside," he said, beckoning with a flicker of his fingers.
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Posted: Wed Oct 08, 2008 9:29 pm
She was quite curious to see them veering away from the usual shop, curious and a little wary. Still, she followed him, matching every stride side by side with Mr. Rofocale, not a fan of following behind anyone especially when they were literally more than a foot taller than she. Her neck was already tired from looking up at him. Jerk.
When the young woman greeted them, her eyes fell to the man beside her. Mandy knew him, if only briefly. Grigsby had terrorized him a bit when she had left him at Eddy's shop. But he kinda seemed in a pissy mood and she really didn't want to dampen it further.
"Nice..." She said, watching Lucifuge do his little magic trick. She let Grigsby trot in first to sniff the place out or whatever he always did and with a sharp smile, she followed right behind.
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Posted: Thu Oct 09, 2008 4:38 pm
"Thank you, Miss Young," He led her up a set of stairs to the back of the house, where he opened another door. This one, though, was not locked, and required no fancy tricks. "The mistress waits," Lucifuge said, gesturing with one arm inside the room. He stood a few steps inside it himself, holding the door courteously.
The mistress was an attractive brunette several years Mandy's senior, with delicate but unmemorable features who sat in a winged armchair in the back of the room. "Have a seat," she said imperially, her voice multitudes.
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Posted: Fri Oct 10, 2008 1:26 pm
"Aaalrighty..." Mandy cooed blandly, trying to make up for the butterflies that fluttered anxiously in her stomach. She didn't have her powers and though she had Grigsby, against two demons she really couldn't win. She didn't like this.
Grim stopped beside Lucifuge, unable to help Mandy anymore. He couldn't defend her against these two. Though he doubted he would need to. He hoped his b***h wouldn't open that sassy mouth of hers.
She tried not to stare down this woman, but she was kind of asking for it, just a little. Mandy's pretty face was a cold mask to match this 'mistress'.' "Actually-- ah... " She stopped that train of thought and just took a seat. Being obstinate for absolutely no reason was not a good idea right now, so she took a seat as instructed, straightening out her shirt and jeans. And oh lord! "Sorry..." She laughed at herself as she tucked her puppies back in. "They just kinda some out when they wanna..."
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Posted: Fri Oct 10, 2008 6:41 pm
"We understand," the mistress said, settling into her chair slowly as Lucifuge shut the door. "This conversation is between Us and you, darling. It doesn't leave the room, We promise. Do you do the same?" She gestured carelessly, indicating the room with a too-careful, all-encompassing wave of her hand.
Regardless of Mandy's answer, the woman continued. "We understand you were once a thief. Is this true?"
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Posted: Fri Oct 10, 2008 8:36 pm
We? Was she royalty? Was she and God tight or something? Maybe she was just a bit full of herself. Well whatever, it wasn't her place to judge. Mandy snuggled into her chair, crossing one leg over another as she leaned against the armrest.
"Sure..." She said complacently with a soft smile. As if she wanted people to know she consorted with these kinds of people. But most of her sweet grin turned into a perfect pout.
"Well... I--thief is such a petty word... I'm a... collector of things I want........... from other..... people...." Sooo yeah a thief. "I prefer the term super villain..."
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Posted: Fri Oct 10, 2008 8:42 pm
"From other people," echoed the mistress. "So... you would say you are, perhaps, greedy? Know We do not think badly of those who seek their desires. In fact..." She leaned forward, brown curls tumbling over her shoulders much like water over a fall. "We think it is one of your best qualities. Would you like to gain powers beyond those that were once your due, Mandy?"
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Posted: Fri Oct 10, 2008 8:53 pm
Hmmmm. Well she wasn't expecting this turn of events. "Why would you want to give me powers...? What's the catch?" Mandy stood up straight, watching this mistress with a wary eye. "I already sold my soul, I don't have much left..." Though, she couldn't deny it was a tempting offer, but at what price?
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Posted: Fri Oct 10, 2008 8:56 pm
"Because you are Greed," said the mistress simply. "The catch is, you must do as We say. We seek a goal, and to do so, We need the seven sins. You are Greed, so We need you to accomplish it. We do not require your soul... Just your service." She paused, twining a curl around her fingers.
"And, once this time is completed," she murmured with a catty smile, "You may never steal as the Weasel again. Another identity, that's fine. But never again under that name."
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