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[-beelzebabe-.livejournal.com]

Date: Sep 21
Status: Public
Setting: Tadfield Manor Lobby



Generally demons don't do vacations. But Beelzebub was not On Vacation. Nope. No siree. The Prince of Hell did not DO vacations, it just wasn't demonic enough.

What he WAS here to do was to spy. And report back to hell. Possibly to keep an eye out for that flash bastard, Crawl-- something or other, he didn't know, he'd never really bothered with the names of demons lesser than himself.

What he DID know was that the place -- Tadfield Mansion, was it? -- was crawling with angels. And 'assorted supernatural manifestations'.

So, that morning, he did not walk into the Manor. Nor did he strut. Nor did he even saunter*. He simply manifested in the lobby in a enormous ball of fire.

Then he dinged the silver dingybell at the desk.

*Sauntering was Whats-his-name's specialty, he'd heard.

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[radishesncorks.livejournal.com]

At the phrase "Crumple-Horned Snorkacks", Luna perked up and listened attentively. Luna was delighted. This time the search was going swimmingly well - why, she hadn't been here more than 10 minutes and several clues had already presented themselves to her! She thought of where she could get "intezztinezzz of a sturgeon in heat, fried with the eye of a ceolocanth, and stewed for sixxx weekzzz in a pot of plain goat fat" - was a ceolocanth a relative of the coelacanth? Just how large did the pot of plain goat fat have to be?

Luna considered asking the man-shaped being if he would care to elaborate which celestial alignment he was talking about - afterall, if by chance the celestial alignment was happening right now it would be a pity to miss it, wouldn't it? - but decided that she'd wait till the man-shaped being and the man behind the desk finished their conversation. It was only polite. Besides, she might be able to glean more information that way.

[cosmicmegatron.livejournal.com]

"Er -- "

The Metatron really hadn't been expecting that. Crumple-Horned what-nows? And -- well, ask anyone, really. Sarcasm bounced off of him like a child off a trampoline.*

"I'm sorry, you... er..." His carefully-perfected look of scorn had dissolved completely with his confusion. "For the -- I'm sorry, I've no idea what you're talking about," he said, sounding worried about the entire affair. When the Voice of God (whose only talent was talking) didn't know what someone was talking about (which was more often than he'd like to admit), it concerned him.

*...Heathre's analogy.

[-beelzebabe-.livejournal.com]

"Oh for... Juzzzt shut up and give uzzz--" he glanced back at Luna, "Uzz as in ME -- a room."

He buzzed irritably and drummed his fingers on the desk.

[cosmicmegatron.livejournal.com]

The angel scowled. He couldn't very well refuse the request in neutral territory, could he? "All right, all right," he sighed, rubbing his temple with the heel of his palm tiredly. "A room."

He tossed a small room key, with a laminated tag attached stating the room number, in Beelzebub's general direction. "Go on, then."

[-beelzebabe-.livejournal.com]

Beelzebub picked up the key in two pointed, lethel-looking, blood red nails and smirked at the angel.

He then proceeded to sweep out of the room, past the pair of angels standing at the coffee table. He sneered at them in contempt, but they didn't seem to notice.*

*reference to Mikey and Raphy.

[cosmicmegatron.livejournal.com]

The Metatron took a deep breath, narrowly avoided blushing, and composed himself. Customers. Right.

He shook his hair out of his eyes and fixed Luna with the politest smile he could muster. "May I help you, ma'am?"

[radishesncorks.livejournal.com]

Luna stepped up to the desk and said, "Yes. I need one room for the time being."

She bit her lip and, leaning forward, whispered, "Uhm, is this a Wizard establishment? And do I need to pay first before getting my room? Because, you see, this is the first time I've gone anywhere without my dad."

Then in a normal voice, she said, "And they're Crumple-Horned Snorkacks. A bit like cows, really, with relation to the crumple-horned bit, only more twirly." She beamed up at the nice man at the desk.

[cosmicmegatron.livejournal.com]

"Oh -- a room. Of course," he said in relief. A room he could do -- oh. "Er, well, it's... not, strictly, but I'm under the impression that we do have a few wizards here. So..." The angel shrugged, then smiled. "And there's no need to pay, ma'am. Honestly."

He gestured briefly and held out a key similar to the one he had, er, given to Beelzebub. "Here you go."

"Crumple -- " He shook his head. "I'll take your word for it. Thank you, ma'am."

[radishesncorks.livejournal.com]

"Oh. Thanks." Luna took the key. She twiddled her fingers before leaning forward confidentially again.

"You don't really like each other, do you." It was a statement, not a question. There was a brief pause. "But you could probably tell me his name?" Luna asked, gesturing in the direction of the hallway leading to the rooms, or in other words, the direction in which the demon nice man-shaped being had stalked off in.

[cosmicmegatron.livejournal.com]

"You're wel --"

The Metatron flinched just slightly. "You... er, you could say that, yes," he admitted, studying the floor. "I -- I can tell you his name, though. Beelzebub." He followed the direction of her gesture with his gaze, almost unconsciously.

[radishesncorks.livejournal.com]

"Well, good luck then," Luna nodded, and Shrinking her luggage, she added, "Metatron."

Smiling to herself, she followed Beelzebub out of the room dreamily. Though the demon!man-shaped being was out of sight, she would probably run into him again, and she could ask him about the celestial alignment then. Till then, she had the intezztinezzz of a sturgeon in heat to find.