Video; early morning of 01/19

[ceruleans]

[The woman who pops onto the screen? She doesn't look at all pleased. She's disheveled and incredibly sore, but at least she's been able to have a shower since things have returned to normal. She'd woken up in her own bed, having muddied up the sheets -- so, okay, she's still pretty annoyed.

Still, it had occurred to her that she'd done something a little bit irresponsible the night before. It had been motivated by anger, certainly, but it isn't as if she'd killed the man -- still, she needs to get it off her chest and just make sure that he's -- you know, still alive.

She clears her throat.]

Uh, all right -- this message is especially for Alistair, or for anyone from his world -- now that this thing is working again.

I was attacked in the forest last night by someone accusing me of being a demon, so I thought that you guys might know him. I knocked him out and left him tied up outside the tavern, so I don't know where he'd be now.

[She scowls.]

And just to clear it up for anyone who might be wondering ... I'm not a demon.

[She motions to her hair.]

I mean, do you see a set of pointy horns? I have no interest in your immortal soul, okay? So further attempts to end me? Not going to be dealt with so gently.

[It's a bit of posturing since she's never actually killed anyone, but...they don't need to know that.]

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[goesdown]

I'm a demon.

[ His grin gets wider and just a hair predatory. ]

Does that surprise you?

[ceruleans]

You just don't look like the last guy who professed to be a demon, that's all.

[She raises an eyebrow at the grin.]

[goesdown]

What did he look like? Less attractive, I take it.

[ He raises an eyebrow, daring her to disagree. ]

[ceruleans]

...Taller, redder.

Looked less like a car salesman.

Oh -- and he had a tail.

[goesdown]

I don't look like a car salesman.

[ There's an offended edge to his voice at that. ]

I'm the King of Hell.

[ceruleans]

[She raises an eyebrow. No, you totally look like a car salesman.]

...King. Is that an inherited title?

(I'm so sorry this got lost in my inbox)

[goesdown]

It's an earned title.

[ You play the Queen's pet long enough and it has its advantages. ]

(It happens!)

[ceruleans]

And I'm guessing that sneakiness and underhandedness might be encouraged, given the location.

[goesdown]

I'm actually a relatively honest person.

[ Who likes to find loopholes in the truth and manipulate it to his benefit. ]

[ceruleans]

Who said anything about having to be dishonest to be sneaky or underhanded?

[She ... smirks.]

[goesdown]

Ah, I see you speak my language.

[ He smirks back. It's nice to find people who understand. ]

[ceruleans]

I think it comes from working as a waitress.

[Or from the spy business. Either-or.]

[goesdown]

I'm sure it does. Serving is a cutthroat business.

[ Not that he's calling bullshit or anything... ]