Mingle for the oldies

[bb_wolf]

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.]

Comments

[cloakand_danger]

[A smirk at that.] Immortality but not maturity, hm? Seems about right from my experience.

...If it's not rude to ask, in what way, exactly, are you a part of it? I can tell you aren't human now that we're face to face, but I can't get a read beyond that.

[onlyanapple]

Precisely. In fact, I've found the older you are, the more likely you are to act like a common yob.

[He's done more than his fair share of it, too. He doesn't seem to mind Yuan's question, giving a shrug. ]

Demon. Of the fallen angel variety. Not interested in devouring your soul, destroying the universe, etc. Just putting that one out there right now.

[cloakand_danger]

Hm. Demons at home are just a variety of darkness-aligned monster, nothing to do with angels at all. And we don't have such a thing as a 'fallen angel' - it's not like any of us were what we pretended to be in the first place. [There's no point in pretending otherwise here, or now that Cruxis itself has fallen.

He pauses, then offers Crowley a sardonic smirk and a raised eyebrow.] ...You may as well stop me if you've heard this before. I don't have any idea how much you actually know about me.

[onlyanapple]

Hm. If I recall, your place is rather a mess with the whole angel thing anyway. Most of them are right bastards, if I recall correctly.

[Sure, HIS angels are too, but in different ways.]

But I don't mind hearing it again. It'd probably make it a lot easier for you, in the long run. Suppose I give enough of a shit about you to give you that much leniency.

[cloakand_danger]

Most of them are little better than mindless automatons, honestly. [And who made them that way, hm?

He pauses, lets silence fall, looks around. He's not here to talk about his past, or his feelings about having someone he barely knows care about his feelings.]

...Not a bad little place you have here. Did the Atroma set it up and assign you to it like the ships, or did you put it together yourself?

[onlyanapple]

Still, working for that one big pain in the arse, right?


I did it all myself. We picked up the Iskaulit after...well, it's a long story. Let's say we just collectively inherited it on our adventures. I saw the space and decided I'd like to have a bar. And lo, I made one.

[cloakand_danger]

Past-tense, now. He's been dead for about a year. [His tone is a bit terse on that one - his feelings about Mithos' death are surprisingly mixed.]

So you did. Pretty impressive, considering what I've seen of the available resources thus far.

[onlyanapple]

Huh, how about that. Good news can be a thing.

[The demon waggles his fingers a little. ]

Helps when you can make a lot of things exist just by thinking about it. The booze is always the trickier thing. Got to find that on planets and waystations.

[cloakand_danger]

[That will get Crowley an odd look.] ...What do you mean, you can 'make things exist'?

[onlyanapple]

[Crowley shifts his hand, making a complicated gesture. With a pop, an empty glass suddenly comes into existence. ]

Like that. I can manipulate reality to suit myself.

[cloakand_danger]

That's... [a terrifying amount of power for one person to have] certainly useful. ...But you can't do the same with alcohol?

[onlyanapple]

[He'd be terrifying if he wasn't bone idle and terrible at his job. ]

Nope. I can back home, but not here. Atroma must see it as funny.

[cloakand_danger]

Atroma...

[He scowls unhappily.] I still feel like I don't know anything about our captors. Not even where to start looking. Do you know, is there anyone connected to them who we've ever been able to confront face-to-face and have a conversation with?

[onlyanapple]

Nope. On occasion, Diamond and Beau, our hosts? They'll speak to us. But I've never seen them answer any helpful questions- only dodged it like brilliant politicians or something.

[He shrugs.]

But being under the thumb of all-seeing-all-knowing-arseholes isn't exactly a new thing for me, so.

[cloakand_danger]

Do you mean the castle? I haven't heard anything about who ran that place, either.

[onlyanapple]

Well, no and yes. The castle was...something else. I'm talking more about home. My home.

[cloakand_danger]

[He hesitates - this seems like it might be edging toward sensitive territory. But after all, Crowley was asking him about Mithos earlier, and there are fewer subjects more sensitive for Yuan, so he pushes forward anyway.]

...I'm afraid I still don't understand. Is this something to do with demons, then?

[onlyanapple]

[It's easy enough to talk to Yuan, thanks to his own familiarity. Sure, Yuan doesn't remember him, but that hardly changes thing. Lots of people don't remember him.]

Pretty much. We're not supposed to have free will, you see. Supposed to follow the Boss, no matter what.

[cloakand_danger]

Ah.

[What to say to that? It hits much too close to home, dredging up old guilts Yuan would rather leave buried.]

'Supposed to'. But it wasn't something completely unimaginable to do otherwise? [That, at least, would be better than the angels at home, creatures of no free will without even enough mind left to consider the possibility of being anything else.] Even if it would cost your life to actually do it...

[onlyanapple]

Hard to say, really. Most of the demons and angels I know keep following orders no matter what anyway. It's just me and another angel who figured out the almost-free-will thing. I think we have that largely thanks to living on Earth for over six millennia. You learn a lot, watching humanity.

[cloakand_danger]

That's...something, at least.

...But you said your superiors could see everything you did? That would make defiance tricky. I wouldn't have gotten anywhere at all if I'd had to deal with something like that.

[onlyanapple]

Sure, sometimes they didn't bother watching me, but when they wanted to- well, there they were. It was rather irritating, truth be told. Luckily their influence doesn't come here.