Monday Evening (after sunset)

[flash-serpent.livejournal.com]

That Kiki brat is in the shop, being annoying and chipper. A little of that goes a long way. He takes a sack of scones to the park and tosses them to the ducks for an evening snack.

((for notsouledyet, but after him, open to others))

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[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

After talking with Beka, Angelus went in search of Crowley. Finding him by the ducks made the search a whole lot simpler.

"You know," he said, without any other preamble, "there's a little thing called honor among demons. Not that it exists, but common courtesy never kills."

[flash-serpent.livejournal.com]

Quite right, pet. Manners are the backbone of civilization. Won't you join me?

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

Angelus remained standing. "What are you doing to Tara and Bel? No, wait, forgot I left my give a damn in my other pants. Those two are mine. Back off. I don't need some evil-come-lately screwing up perfectly good art in progress."

[kikidelivers.livejournal.com]

[flash-serpent.livejournal.com]

[Lighting a cigarette, he listens to Angelus and then smiles] Your art in progress, eh? Well, pet, I'll tell you what...Tara is suffering from something I have only incidental involvement with. I'm sure it'll pass...or she'll slice her wrists. Either way, she's hellbound.

Belthazor, dear boy that he is, his whole problem is poor manners and an inability to take criticism. You, on the other hand, I thought had impeccable manners. And yet, you do not sit. Pity, that.

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"Problems with Bel go through me," Angelus said. "You're new in town so you get a one strike grace period. But now you're being told, in very small words so you can understand: he is mine. I now do not add a warning like 'Fuck with him again and I'll...' because you will not fuck with him again. Am I making myself clear?"

[flash-serpent.livejournal.com]

Oh, pet. I know he's yours. He knows he's yours. And he was none too happy to hear me tell him all I knew about him. Poor little halfbreed, so sensitive about his heritage and responsibilities. In denial, he is, with that little flesh puppet he calls a soulmate.

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"Let's back up to the part where you knew he was mine and yet you touched him anyway," Angelus said. "Because that has me back on rudeness. You know, I don't know what so-called evil schemes you're up to with your angel and your ducks, but if I did I'd extend a little courtesy. Not smear my hands over the wet paint on your canvas. So why, I cannot help but wonder, would you ache so badly to try to annoy me?"

[flash-serpent.livejournal.com]

Perhaps because you are a petulant chiild, just like your kept boy. If he had left when I asked him to, I wouldn't have had to escort him out of the Shop. And that comes back to manners, pet. I requested, he set his hand on fire. Supremely uncouth.

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

Angelus smirked. "Sounds pretty funny to me."

[flash-serpent.livejournal.com]

Under other circumstances, I'm certain it would have been quite amusing. As it was, he wanted to be angry...and I always encourage that. He's good at it...the wrath.

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"As sins go, not a bad one," Angelus said. "Passion always does lead to such interesting times. Still, forcing it on him? Poor show. Real evil doesn't need parlor tricks."

[flash-serpent.livejournal.com]

I don't force, pet. I offer. I offer, and they run with it. Except for her...that woman last night...remarkable [He takes a drag, lost in reverie.]

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"Tara?"

[flash-serpent.livejournal.com]

CJ. Really, remarkable. Just what I needed. Tara, poor little bird that she is. So broken. Tsktsktsk...she's falling apart at the seams.

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"And what do you want to do to her?"

[flash-serpent.livejournal.com]

To Tara? Not a thing, Angelus. What's done is done. I have a job, I do it, then I have plenty of time to teach ducks to howl. [He leans back, takes a drag, and speaks as he exhales.] Of course, Tara did my job for me. She should have kept bloody well to herself. Can't watch angels do those things with one another and stay sane, you can't.

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"Last I heard," Angelus said, "you guys can't do those things with each other. At least not true angels, anyway."

[flash-serpent.livejournal.com]

[He sneers, suddenly angry] You impudent prick...you have no idea what I can do. Why don't you go run off to your mommy and dip your wick. I'm done with your insane jealousy. [He flicks his cigarette across the ground and stands.] All you halfbreeds make me sick. [He sniffs] Dead flesh and a demon inside. Revolting.


((you're stronger than Bel...do you take the bait?))

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

[ooc: Must go to bed. Slowplay? I really want to hit that one plot point before the scene ends]

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"Aww," Angelus made a mock pouty face, "that'd so hurt my feelings if you were important enough for me to give a shit about."

[flash-serpent.livejournal.com]

((totally...whenever, fh is my crack.))

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

((Ditto, though if you think we can get them there within four posts I can hang out for that))

[flash-serpent.livejournal.com]

kk, 4 or less

[flash-serpent.livejournal.com]

And if gave half a fuck about you, I might put some effort into it. Pet. Just because I can, doesn't mean I do. And besides, what is Tara to you, Angelus? Other than the one person who thinks you're a snuggly little puppy? [He moves closer]