ᴀᴜᴅɪᴏ/ᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ | too bad, so sad

[sylphystia]

Who: Dezel and you
Broadcast: Yes
Action: Crowley's bar or the Huntress, whichever you prefer.
When: Now

[audio]

[Someone is definitely growling. You'd think he was a dog, but then he seems to form words. Every consonant sounds like a knife against stone.]

I'm staying away from the planet for a while. If anyone needs me—

[He hesitates.]

—too bad. [And he hangs up.]


[action]

[Despite his grumpy broadcast, Dezel can be found in certain places. One of them is Crowley's bar. He's invisible, but that doesn't stop him from cleaning glasses and making tiny, pretentious food. If you can't see him, it's like some invisible Christmas elf keeps leaving tarts everywhere.

Alternatively, he can be seen (or not seen) sulking in the Huntress' cargo bay, sitting on some boxes beside a window. In his lap is a fuzzy happy little slug that he strokes with due diligence.]

[ooc: If you're meeting Dezel in person and haven't done so, please fill out his seraph permissions!]

Comments

[sylphystia]

[He pauses in his stirring, then resumes with a little more violence than before.]

We've fought before. [A pause.] I was in a group, but we barely won. [Zaveid had been ridiculously strong. That was why Dezel coveted that gun, and why he used it when the Shepherd couldn't do anything to save Rose.]

Don't get me wrong-- he's obnoxious, too. [He stops stirring, checking the texture of the gelato. It's perfect, and since Crowley is hanging out there, Dezel is nice enough to spoon some into a bowl and slide it over.]

[onlyanapple]

Wonderful. And will he be trouble for you here, on the ships? I mean, is he planning on coming after you, or suchlike.

[He'll take a spoon and try some, making an approving noise and offering a thumbs-up. ]

Delicious as always. You're a true artist, Dezel. I'm glad I snagged you before Nami found you.

[sylphystia]

Only coming after me in the sense that he likes to pop up and act like we're comrades. [His snort of derision says what he thinks about that.

It is nice to have someone's approval. He already knew he could cook well, but he's the gruff kind of guy who doesn't welcome compliments.]

There's no need to butter me up. I like doing this. [There's a slight emphasis on like, easy to miss.]

Is that the owner of the other bar?

[onlyanapple]

Well, that is horrifically annoying. No one wants that.

I have noticed.

[He nods.]

Yeah. It used to be Varric, but after he left she took over. She actually worked both bars, for a while. I don't think she slept for like...three months.

[sylphystia]

[Dezel grumbles quietly to himself. Yeah, he really isn't big on making friends. This is something that they ostensibly have in common.]

She worked at both? Isn't that bad for business?

[Working at both means she could be dishonest, but maybe that's not such a big deal up here. Who would be stupid enough to cheat a demon, even a nice one like Crowley? ... Yeah.]

[onlyanapple]

Not at all, because I'll let you in on a little secret only the staff know. Me and Varric? We fixed the books, charged the shame, made sure the profits were equal.

[He gives a grin.]

Everything is down the middle. We share like that. No point making an actual rival business in the middle of space after all.

[sylphystia]

[Wow. That sounds like a great way to con the entire galaxy. It reminds him of the Sparrowfeathers-- though they were honest in their merchant work-- and he smirks wryly.]

Sounds like a decent arrangement.

[He begins spooning the gelato into tiny cups made of chocolate.]

[onlyanapple]

Precisely. No one rally got hurt by it, but it made us a nice, tidy profit, and gave them something to gossip about.

[You've got to have SOME sort of entertainment while you're stuck floating around in space. ]

[sylphystia]

You like being gossiped about?

[... Is there any kind of attention that Crowley doesn't like?

[onlyanapple]

Of course I do. Any publicity is good publicity.

[Except when people say he's a good guy. Those people can go fuck themselves.]