Return of Angel-boy

[beyourarmy]

[Arm bleeding from a long cut, slightly beat up, Setsuna looks furious at first, definitely lecturing someone, but he stops mid-tirade, confused.]

-you....

What the hell? Oh, come on! I was home for FIVE minutes! Maybe ten. I had Sara with me and everything! You couldn't just leave me there a little longer? I'm this close to finishing God off!

[Inspects the gash on his arm, then frowns.] Wait. Does this mean - I went home, I was sixteen again, came back here in the same clothes, same injury, same body.

Am I sixteen AGAIN? Ungh! Stupid City! Should've just left me there.

[Seeing the device, he grabs it, his wings extend for flight, then he ends the feed in disgust.]



[ooc: So Setsuna was canon updated by almost nothing, and returns during this curse.]

Comments

[beyourarmy]

I still want to meet him!

[itsjustafruit]

That's easily arranged. He's hopeless with a computer, but even he can manage the network.

[beyourarmy]

It's pretty simple. Even I figured out some of the network. Other stuff like filters I might need more help with, though.

[itsjustafruit]

I like to curse my filters and I'm not sharing all of my trade secrets.

[beyourarmy]

Curse them? So if anyone tries to hack them...something bad happens to them?

Why would you go that far? I'm not asking you to share, anyway. I was just realizing I kinda suck at them. [And he doesn't bother using them much, either.]

[itsjustafruit]

[GRIN] Exactly.

Why wouldn't I go that far? Shouldn't you face consequences for hacking a demon's private exchanges? I'd be letting the side down if I didn't have something nasty waiting on the other side of a filter. [Not that he uses them often because he takes his vacationing seriously.]

[beyourarmy]

So, if I ever learn how to hack, I'm not touching your filters. You can keep your secrets!

[itsjustafruit]

That has to be one of the more clever decisions you've made.

[beyourarmy]

Not gonna argue there. I don't make many of those, but I'm definitely not so curious as to risk a curse from a demon.

[itsjustafruit]

Now that we've talked about me and my associate, and I know we are very interesting, you can tell me why you're bleeding.

[beyourarmy]

Huh? Why does that matter?

I just cut myself.

[itsjustafruit]

Because I want to know. What did you cut yourself on?

[beyourarmy]

On my sword. I did it myself to cover up knocking out my girlfriend. Tried to make it look like she died. It worked for a bit.

[itsjustafruit]

That makes exactly no sense. I don't know whether to congratulate you or call some angel to smite you.

[beyourarmy]

Even if it doesn't make sense, it worked. That's all that matters, that it bought me time.

And I wish any angel called here luck in smiting me. They'd have a pretty tough time of it.

[itsjustafruit]

Look at me and ask yourself whether that would trouble me or whether I might find a way to set up bleachers and a concession stand.

[beyourarmy]

You would try to capitalize off of something like that, wouldn't you?

...would you share some of the profit?

[itsjustafruit]

Avarice, well done!

10 percent.

[beyourarmy]

Good enough for me.

I might be willing to do this in that case.

[itsjustafruit]

Done! Pick your battlefield.

[beyourarmy]

There's a meadow not too far from the Drowning Pool. If you find someone interested, let me know.

[itsjustafruit]

[Crowley will send some cursed angels-for-a-day, but will Setsuna be there after his little meeting with Karl? Tsk tsk.]

[beyourarmy]

[Unfortunately, no. He'll be passed out, somewhere in Karl's home.]

[itsjustafruit]

[Crowley will expect Setsuna to make it up to him. Mostly on general principles, since he'll actually be off getting drunk with his own personal angel.]

[beyourarmy]

[He's the kind of person he'll think he should make it up to Crowley, too.]