open rp

[passimclamoribus]

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OPEN RP

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I said that I would make this much cleaner and neater and now here we are.

Let me say thank you for stopping by and giving this journal a look over. This is a space to unwind and have a little bit of fun. If you want to thread something out, well then let's do just that. You can throw something my way and I'll just roll with what you give me. Or you can drop me a message if you want to plot something out.

Let's RP!

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[lamentapple]

[ That earns him a flat look. Does Alastor not realize that Charlie had to get it all from somewhere, and it definitely wasn't Lilith? Probably for the best he doesn't realize, the last thing Lucifer needs is Alastor thinking he's soft. That he's willing to go around, handing out help just because he feels like it, just like his daughter, because it's maybe not the right thing to do here in Hell, but it's what he wants to do. Yeah, no thanks. He knows Alastor doesn't think much of him, but better he thinks Lucifer's unimaginative than naive and easily manipulated.

So he just stretches out a little more comfortably and rolls his eyes. He's not here to convince Alastor that he's a good person or anything. No, that's all Charlie, he's just whatever's left of the dregs. ]

You can trust whatever you want. Or not trust it, no difference to me. And whatever you're thinking, I don't want it.

[ At least, not in the ways Alastor might offer it. Sure, he wants things. He wants Hell to be better. He wants his daughter safe and happy. He wants not to be lonely and depressed and miserable ninety percent of the time. Nothing Alastor would want to help with, or even would help with willingly without ulterior motive. He knows not to expect anything more from a sinner. ]

[passimclamoribus]

[ Meanwhile Alastor is standing there, fingers tapping on his cane. Thinking. Reflecting. And then something occurs to him - how Lucifer had departed that day. The look on the other's face... It had been what? Disappointment?

For what reason, Alastor wonders.

He steps forward. Closer and closer to the fallen angel. Taking a gamble? Perhaps. But you know what they say! No risk, no reward. ]

Somehow, sire, I don't believe that is quite true. I think my thoughts regarding you might actually matter, to a degree.