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neutral_omens2006-06-24 07:08 pm
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Date: June 20, 2000
Setting: Lobby, Bar
Status: Semi-private (Ellie, Beelzebub, Belial)
Summary: One of Ellie's worst fears is realized, but help is at hand.
It was, of course, inevitable. There were so many high-powered, high-profile beings present or arriving or leaving the Manor at any given time; and while this meant that Ellie, with her null aura from any other demon's point of view, could easily be overlooked and passed by...it also meant that sooner or later, one of Hell's agents (apart from the incompetent Ligur) would see and recognize her for what she was. The only questions were who, and when.
Just her luck, she later reflected, that it would have to be the slimiest sycophantic freak Hell's upper eschelons had to offer.
She certainly wasn't looking for trouble on that particular day. Her mind was somewhere else entirely as she descended the western staircase and started across the lobby toward the restaurant. Several places, in fact--part of it was mulling over Hermes' ongoing, slightly worrisome behavior, another part was fretting about Aziraphale and Crowley and the awkwardness whenever she'd been in the same place with both of them recently, and the rest was wondering just how long it was going to take the Snob to get back to her with some answers. She had half a mind to go and pester him about it, but (she admitted only very privately and very reluctantly) she was a little scared of what he might have learned. She honestly wasn't sure what to hope for. So she let it be, for the moment.)
And then there was John, who represented a whole category of problems and anxieties on his own. He'd been acting so....flaky on and off since his precipitous deperature and sudden return. She was trying not to worry about him, but it was difficult when he was tied to a greater or lesser degree into most of the other situations she had on her mind. Impossible stubborn disaster-prone clod of a human...
Deep in thought, she was almost completely oblivious to her surroundings as she walked past the front desk, arms folded, head slightly bowed.
Setting: Lobby, Bar
Status: Semi-private (Ellie, Beelzebub, Belial)
Summary: One of Ellie's worst fears is realized, but help is at hand.
It was, of course, inevitable. There were so many high-powered, high-profile beings present or arriving or leaving the Manor at any given time; and while this meant that Ellie, with her null aura from any other demon's point of view, could easily be overlooked and passed by...it also meant that sooner or later, one of Hell's agents (apart from the incompetent Ligur) would see and recognize her for what she was. The only questions were who, and when.
Just her luck, she later reflected, that it would have to be the slimiest sycophantic freak Hell's upper eschelons had to offer.
She certainly wasn't looking for trouble on that particular day. Her mind was somewhere else entirely as she descended the western staircase and started across the lobby toward the restaurant. Several places, in fact--part of it was mulling over Hermes' ongoing, slightly worrisome behavior, another part was fretting about Aziraphale and Crowley and the awkwardness whenever she'd been in the same place with both of them recently, and the rest was wondering just how long it was going to take the Snob to get back to her with some answers. She had half a mind to go and pester him about it, but (she admitted only very privately and very reluctantly) she was a little scared of what he might have learned. She honestly wasn't sure what to hope for. So she let it be, for the moment.)
And then there was John, who represented a whole category of problems and anxieties on his own. He'd been acting so....flaky on and off since his precipitous deperature and sudden return. She was trying not to worry about him, but it was difficult when he was tied to a greater or lesser degree into most of the other situations she had on her mind. Impossible stubborn disaster-prone clod of a human...
Deep in thought, she was almost completely oblivious to her surroundings as she walked past the front desk, arms folded, head slightly bowed.
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He slid in behind the bar and leaned on the counter, dark eyes flicking across her lovely body with a playful suggestiveness. Any being would have to be blind not to notice her. It had been a very valid reason he had avoided commanding full guardianship of the succubi--not a one of them he had trusted to not leave him lost in their wiles after an encounter that left them even a whit dissatisfied. Even Lucifer treaded their realm with a light foot. Sex was powerful, especially in a place that had no morals to hold it back.
Belial licked his lips and tore his eyes away from her, smiling wryly down at his hands. Beelzebub had just leched at her not minutes ago and he was making an oogling ass of himself already. "Myself. I think I'll start with an Archdruid. I haven't had one in decades."
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