2010-08-20 (PreU) The Third Chair

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The Third Chair

Summary: Senior Diablo resumes his quest to fill the seats of the new Council by spending some time with everyone's favorite former bookstore clerk.

Who: Devi, Faust, Senior_Diablo
When: August 08, 2010
Where: The Twisted Street(#1833R)

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The Twisted Street(#1833R)

The Twisted street stretches on and on in two opposite directions, though in a straight line it does not stay. Forever is the street a black and white color, and even your own body and clothing begin to lose their flare and become a dull grey if you stay outside for too long. The sky above this part of the street is dark and grey, and rarely does the sun shine through. Newspapers from various times and places roll across the street, which isn't properly maintained and has multiple cracks in its forever running surface. Never does the wind stop blowing softly here. Pieces of buildings warp in and out of existence at times, all except one. A lone restaurant sits amidst the madness, alone and untouched by the darkness, a beam of light from the grey clouds occasionally touches its surface.

From here do all the worlds, times, and lives of Twisted connect, on a never ending road that has no beginning or end. A simple five minute walk could bring you to another world, another place, another time. One can also get lost if they stray too far from the road, though rumors of Street wanderers spread eternally; those who have learned to stroll through the maddening insanity beyond the road. Wander where you will, but stick to the path lest you never return to it.

Devi is found leaning backwards over a spare bench, her pigtails brushing the grass (above?) below her. She reaches out and pulls from nowhere a bottle of poop cola. Unscrewing and taking a swig (Proper to her point of view, mind you), she recaps and turns it upside down (Right side up?) to press it into the grass.

Suddenly in a puff of black smoke arrives Diablo, this time in his most vile form - the red skined cheerleader. With a bit more glee in (her?) eyes than usual she leans down to get into Devi's face. "Just hangin' out? Waitin' for the big game? Hopin' that big hunky football player's just gonna show up outta nowheres and take you in those big arms of his and..." We'll stop here, after all Devi might be punching (him?) in the face by now. Any questions asked at this point will likely be answered by a huge shit-eating(TM) grin. At least until the typist poses something else.

the tall figure had his face pressed in a old looking book walking aimlessly. He had been spending his time doing a great bit of researching once aquireing a weapon, see one razor-stick being used as a walking stick as he read. Hearing the cheerleader's voice he looked up from the book, having not even realized he was near anyone at all. "..." He said nothing, nothing needed to be said. That was just creepy.

Devi opens her closed eyes as she smells the smell of old, her eyes narrowing instantly as Diablo comes as a.... huuhhh, Cheerleader. A finger swiftly plops one earbud out of her ear and she stares at Diablo. "Hi again, Margret, did ya miss me?" She didn't hear his former comment or yes, she would be hitting him. "What do you want, sweet cheeks?" She grins, his robe that she won surround her frame. She arches an eyebrow as she turns to look at Faust. "Old and dead, god, you two need a new scent.." In the distance a very handsome Black man in white pants is clinging to his white horse running wild.

Senior Diablo frowns, that should have gotten a better response. A little irked he shifts back into his regular form and simply raises an eyebrow at her. "Oh yesss. Yes of coursssse.... like a maggot misses the corpse it's just fallen out of." His smile creeps over his lips again as he gazes briefly at Faust before returning his attention back to Devi. "Lounging away again? Wasting your time mocking the random passerbys or is this just another exciting moment in your non-stop rollercoaster that is your life?"

Faust just looked over at the random black man. Yeah this place was still strange. He didnt respond to what she said outside of sniffing his sleeve again. Nope he still didnt smell whatever it was, and he showered a few days ago...

Devi rolls off the bench and the entire area feels like it's been rattled. She grins at Diablo, "Why not? I'm not killing anyone, isnt' that a plus?"

Senior Diablo's eyes gaze lazily over the area as Devi adjusts herself. "But it's so BOOOOOOOOREing. I'll never understand the mortal facination to do absolutely NOTHING for hours on end." His eyes narrow at the handsom mascot in the distance just before his horse crashes into a wall from not being ridden properly yet the man does a tripple summersault onto a motorcycle and rides away. Under his breath he mutters, "...it's as if this world is sometimes TRYING to prove me wrong at every turn." Diablo blinks as if he was surprised he'd said that aloud and once more returns his attention towards the girl. "It's occured to me that you need a better outlet for your time. I've come to offer you a position to make something worthwhile out of your time, or at the least make your moments of idle lounging more intresting..." He doesn't reguard Faust at all. He's come to speak to Devi after all. His introduction to the man will have to wait.

Devi raises her eyebrows and manages to scrunch them together. She grins for a moment and says in the most 50's/Meet the Beavers voice and says, "Golly Gee, Dad, do you want me to mow the lawn or something?" She drops back into her normal speech. "Havn't you already won? Havn't I done enough for you? What else do you want from me..." She sits on the bench and looks up at Diablo expctantly.

Senior Diablo's form shifts that to the appropraite era, completely with heavy black glasses and a pipe. Infact, he almost could pass for... no, no. Then he'd be shot by passing Subgenius. Besides his skin is red and he has small horns on his temples. "Well, bucko... your mother and I. We think it's high time we tell you about the birds and the bees." God, he's even pointing at her with the pipe now as he speaks. "Y'see, Jane. When Birds get to be a certain age..." His form seems to explode into darkness leaving only a pair of cat like eyes and teeth exposed in a horrible, nightmare inducing grin, "...we eat them." His form disolves back into it's normal form and the demon smoothes the shoulders of a formal buisness suit? Right, Devi stole his robe at some point. When? Wouldn't you like to know. "Seriously, though. Theatrics aside, I'd like you to help maintain the balance. I've come to ask if you'd like to serve on the new Council for Twisted. Seems we have more than a few seats to fill now and I'd rather have people on them with enough brains to know their asses from a hole in the ground." Diablo glances over at Faust and smiles wickedly. Why? Because he can.

It was at the Mention of the birds and bees that the doctor wrinkled his nose and decided he should go on about his wandering nodding once to Devi he started to trodge back off the direction he had been heading.

Devi nods slightly. "Ok, I get that. You know what? I'm not going to fight you, or give you a hard time, Diablo. I know that you wouldn't have asked me unless you belived in me and I'm not going to give you Shit about it. Ok." She nods again, wiggles her eyebrow and starts sucking on a lollipop. She nods in responce to Faust as he wanders off.

Senior Diablo slouches and throws himself lazily onto the bench beside Devi. "Well... where's the fun in that?" He sighs heavily and snatches a glass of wine out of the air, drinking heavily. "I swear, I get precious little entertainment these days and I was enjoying our little 'tiffs'. Your just doing this to annoy me, aren't you?"

Devi grins. "Yes I am. Come on, I thought for once it'd be nice to just go with it and not fight the flow. Figured you got tired of it. Guess I was wrong. How about this? What's in it for me?"

Senior Diablo guestures with his glass as he speaks, "I dunno. Power, fame, respect... the usual I suppose. You'd be able to annoy the maniac in new and exciting ways. That should appeal to you, right?" He pauses to take another drink. "You'd be granted all the power and authority the previous Council had plus be placed amoung a group of like-minded peers for the goal of deciding the fate of this constantly shuffling little world. Which reminds me... I need to have Gegoshi restore the previous Council chambers. We'll be needing somewhere for everyone to meet..."

Devi says, "Good, because I don't look forward to 'chamber meetings' in the UR." She stands up and dusts off her legs. "Keep me updated then, let me know who I'm working with. Right now though, I have a tub full of jello to talk down from jumping to it's death."

Senior Diablo raises a brow and opens his mouth, about to ask, but then shaking it off. "Fair enough. Thank you, Devi D." Taking a stand as well he offers a hand to shake. "I shall do exactly that."

Devi nods and vanishes in a wake of packing peanuts.

Senior Diablo frowns as she poofs away comically. No matter. Rolling his hand back into a fist he tosses the wine glass away letting it disolve away in the process. His eyes briefly shine silver a moment before his form returns to normal, robes and all. "Three down..." His cryptic comment left hanging in the air, the devil vanishes once again in a cloud of black smoke.

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