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Mingle for the oldies

Who: Anyone who is immortal, inordinately long lived or just likes hanging out with old people?
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Málum on the Iskaulit
When: End of November

Broadcast: Text
[The broadcast is simple.]

Málum. Tonight. Immortal or near enough meet up. Buy your own.

Action: Málum

[Bigby is there, drinking whiskey and smoking cheap, horrible and stinky cigarettes. The rest of you can do what you want.]

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[She takes a drink appreciatively.]

Well, then... Where to start?

First of all, introductions, I suppose. I currently use another name, due. To various circumstances, but my name used to be Amaterasu. You've probably heard the name.

[There is, indeed, a flash of recognition across his face. ]

Back in Paradisa, the kidnapping place I was before here, we had an Amaterasu there. She was a big magical wolf-thing.

[She pouts, a bit irritated.]

A jackal, actually. A yakan, to be precise, but you don't look to be the kind who needs nor wants a primer in the basic symbolism of Chinese Buddhism... So, a jackal is good enough, though I was mistaken for a fox frequently as well. The misconception got bad enough that even once I incarnated, I was so often mistaken for a fox that I just stopped minding it.

Anyway, I'm amazed if you knew another facet. I was pretty sure after me, she would be totally done with the idea of things like wakemitama and facets and incarnation.

After a few centuries, you just stop correcting people because it genuinely makes life easier, doesn't it?

[Anything to have less of a headache, honestly. He elans back with a thoughtful hum. ]

Could be another facet. This was was definitely a wolf. She had some strange magical drawing power? I didn't quite get it. Still, from what I understand, there are multiple versions of just about everyone in the multiverse.

It really does... And foxes are cuter than jackals, anyway, so I don't really mind the mistake. The one you knew was probably given that shape by some misconception or another... The forms we get are shaped by belief, and it does some strange things... Though, there was definitely no wolf incarnation when I was around. The real one must have made that one after my time.

How much do you know about Shinto legends?

How about that. Our forms are more...well, optional. We just happen to inhabit human skins to keep ourselves corporeal- and able to, you know, interact with mortals and the like. Interesting yours goes another way.

[And he means that, this kind of thing fascinates him. ]

A little, not a lot though, I'm afraid. There's spirits, right? Of things like mountains and rain and so on.

And what are you?

[that's her real aim in the conversation, honestly.]

Well... That is a vast oversimplification and ridiculously inaccurate to call us spirits, but it is good enough for the conversation.

Amaterasu, you see, is the very sun itself.

A demon. Specifically, the Serpent of Eden.

[He seems happy to share. It's no real big secret, after all. ]

Right, sorry. Not really spoken to one of you before, the wolf one notwithstanding.

That would explain the fiery markings on her.

[Her eyebrows shoot way up, interrupting her own story when she hears his identity.]

The tempter of Christian lore?

The one and only.

[He flashes her a sharp-toothed grin]

Though we don't like it being called lore. It suggests we're not real.

Yes, well, as a meeting of gods and demons, I think my intent is clear enough.

Always worth making sure~

Though I feel my story is now overshadowed... I may be evil, but I don't think anything I've done can beat the amount of harm you've caused. I mean, when you get right down to it, in your version of events, doesn't that make you responsible for basically everything?

Hey now, I didn't know He'd go so off the rails about the bloody apple. And humanity is very good at fucking themselves over. I have to do hardly anything for them to ruin their own lives.

Perhaps they would have anyway, but you still did it. You can't get away with killing just because someone would have died eventually anyway, after all. Even if humans are that fragile.

[Crowley folds his arms with a soft, annoyed huff. She may have touched a nerve there. ]

Yes, well, I have not intention of doing that to them. Besides, I was only doing my job.

That's an even poorer excuse than mine.

And yet it's the truth. Had to answer to the boss and all.

Do you not have free will?

[He waggles his hand in a so-so gesture. ]

I'm not technically supposed to- back then I certainly had hardly anything like it. But I've lived around humans long enough to figure out how to make a certain kind of free will, all of my own.

... Okay, I'll bite. How do you fake free will?

[That sounds way more interesting than continuing her story.]

It's not exactly fake. It just...requires a little more effort than the kind that comes naturally to mortals. I learned from watching them, really. Applying it, and so on.

[Oh, he's noticed. ]

And you haven't finished your story, FYI.

Yes, well... I feel a bit overshadowed now. A mere eighty thousand livesdoesn't hold a candle to what you're responsible for, after all. Ahh, now I understand what it means to be a frog in a well... Or a fox in a well, I suppose.

Try not to be blinded by the pure brightness of my infamy.

I imagine it would be more of a bugger to be a fox in a well than a frog. Least a frog can breathe underwater.

[The point >>>>> Crowley. ]

Perhaps, but foxes are cuter, so that's what really matters, isn't it?

No, no, as fellow demons, I can't help but be in awe.

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