(baw you guys, shoosh. You're all lots of fun =v= <3)
He stared at them, his fingers tightening on the edge of the book so his knuckles turned white. Harry continued to smile, although a bit awkwardly. This was getting more and more difficult, but, this so called deal was a window. He still didn't know which of the three was the person-of-interest and if he didn't find out and do his job, there would probably be a love letter from Jerahmeel sent his way. Not the kind of love letter that most would appreciate getting, especially on Valentine's day. The bad kind. But he also risked trouble by accepting the deal and letting them see the book. But then again, what were the chances any of them could read Enochian? Harry certainly looked dazed in thought for the minutes he ran all the possibilities of outcome through his head. Finally, he lifted his hand from the book slightly.
"I will accept the deal," he said, his voice a bit bitter from the less than desirable worlds slipping out of his mouth, "On a few conditions. I will choose the pages you may see. You can ask me any questions you wish, so long as what is spoken of here does not leave this bar."
Post by crowleythesnake on Aug 17, 2012 1:01:23 GMT -5
And the final agreement was a shrug from the demon. "Ah why the hell not. What's the worst that could happen?" Natalie smiled and watched Harry as he discussed the rules. They seemed fairly simple, I mean things could be in there that someone didn't want people to know, so Natalie wasn't about to complain. "Sounds like a deal to me," She said, taking the last swig of her drink, and pushing it over for another re-fill. She always got odd looks when she was up to about the tenth vodka. She cleared a whole bar out of their vodka once. That was another amusing thing to have happened to her. She paid that bar a lot of money, but a lot of money that she had to spend, so that was good at least.
Natalie had bought a lot of bars out of their vodka, now that she thought of it. Especially the ones in England. They didn't have much anyways. It was always in Russia that was the tricky ones to sell out of Vodka. You could drink there forever it seems, and yet not run them out of vodka. Heck, even Natalie had a hard time out drinking some Russians at a time, and she doesn't even get drunk. The taste just gets old after a while, she had insisted to herself, but maybe even a demon who was possessing a body got old of the vodka after awhile.
Enlil quickly slapped his hand on the bar top, making aloud 'SMACK' sound. "It's ah deal then! Okay. So, 'who do you wanna ask questions to first? Or just all at the same time?" He asked with a happy but sly grin on his face.
The bartender again came over, and refilled her drink, and slunk away to..well not be a part of this. Nope, nope. He was not.
Enlil on the other hand was glad the man agreed. Nothing like good old fashion you scratch my back, I scratch yours. Enlil had nothing to hide, so it was no loss for him. ..More so he did have plenty to hide but it was against his own rules to lie, so it wouldn't of mattered regardless of the deal. The deal just meant he got a nice pretty penny out of this. Which wasn't really a pretty penny, but it would satisfy the thoughts and curiosities runny havoc inside his mind.
Post by aliceapproved on Aug 17, 2012 10:37:51 GMT -5
"Atta boy!" Magnus cheered, patting the back of reluctant Harry.
This should prove to be an excellent way to brighten up the dull and lonesome bar. He felt a tad guilty for the bartender, but then thought that he was probably better off away from the group.
"May you sleep relatively well tonight," Magnus wished in thought.
His eyes then darted to Harry, locking the boy within his gaze. "Those conditions are fairly...ah, well, fair," he shrugged, looking over to the woman and Whitey (laundry day must be real Hell for that guy) and nodding to them.
His hand then reached across the table to the notebook kid. "Official deal?" he smirked, his steady hand awaiting a response.
While he did look a bit intimidating, he was as harmful as a dust speck was to an elephant.* He finished his appointment with the doomed lady earlier, so he was off duty soul snatching. He never felt the need to do any extra work for more brownie points and he was quite pleased he didn't have to do overtime. In fact, he was as giddy as a schoolgirl on a pogo stick.
*Unless the large mammal had gone mad and strongly believed the speck held an entire civilization on it. Who knows what would happen if that situation were to occur.
"I'm fine with showing you the book first, since I'd like to have a few moments to think about my questions for each of you. Also I would really like to write the answers down, and I'd need my book to do that." He said and lifted up the well-used moleskin, flipping through the pages. It was barely necessary for him to glance at them, he knew the location of all information within the book that he'd written by his own hand. When he found a page he was content with, he held the page with his finger for a moment as his attention was taken by Magnus and the other's outstretched hand. He'd never been fond of handshakes. He remembered when handshaking began in Greece. It was an interesting ritual, and generally harmless. Until of course the Black Death. He never really understood why the gesture didn't fall out of practice. Harry took the other's hand in his own porcelain soft one, smiling slightly, "Oh yes, I would never go back on my word." He let go rather quickly. He was pretty sure angels couldn't catch the Black Death but it was better to be safe than sorry. Well the Black Death did die out in the 12th century but...there was that bout of it in the 19th century and you could never be too cautious.
He flipped the book open to the pages he would let them see and slid it away from himself slightly as in gesture that they were allowed to take a peek. It was a section of notes written entirely about his case study about whether or not tomatoes were truly the fruit of the devil, as was thought for some time in Europe. A misconception had them banned in Rome for some time. The whole study was written in Enochian with a few smatterings of Hebrew or Latin here or there. There were some sketches that looked like they belonged in a herbology book from the Middle Ages. "And there you go." he said simply. This page certainly was harmless enough, he hoped.
Post by manderspuppy on Aug 17, 2012 16:49:17 GMT -5
(Well you said I should jump in. XD I hope I'm doing this right...)
A young man with short black hair walked along the street. He wasn't paying much attention to his surroundings, preoccupied with his phone. He had a pinched expression and his light blue eyes glared at the screen. He typed something with quick, angry movements and snapped the phone shut, shoving it in his jacket with a soft growl.
He looked up at last to find himself facing a bar.
“What the hell.” He shrugged, moving for the door. “I could use a drink.”
The place already had a fair number of people crowding around but he paid them no mind. He walked toward an empty stool, already fishing for his ID. He was well aware he looked closer to sixteen than twenty six. Despite years of training he was both short and very thin, much to his everlasting annoyance.
“Get me something with rum in it.” He told the bartender, sliding the plastic card across the wood of the bar. The name Seiichiro Takagi could be read and the man scrutinized it for a moment before he grunted and went to fill the order. Sei took a seat and turned to look at the other people with muted interest.
Post by crowleythesnake on Aug 20, 2012 0:36:55 GMT -5
Natalie's face lit up slightly with excitement as the deal was made. Natalie liked secrets. It was part of her job to like and get secrets. She really did love the mystery that was forming around the book, and when he turned the page over to the group, Natalie made sure to huddle closer to get a good look. Her eyes widened when she saw a very old script that she hadn't seen in years; specifically since she had lost her soul. She wasn't a very new demon, but she was still forced to learn some old languages and script for some reason or another. She smiled softly and then read over the page. Something about tomatoes. It made her laugh softly to herself and she took a swig of her vodka.
"So whose questions are coming first eh?" She asked after relaxing a bit.
((Sorry It's so short. ;3; I'm running low on time before I have to go to bed. (right now yikes.)))
Enlil grinned in excitement. Yes! Lovely! Oh so lovely! Normally Enlil making deals never worked out as planned. They usually backfired. Then again there was still enough time for this plan to backfire back on him*, but he wasn't about to elaborate on that factor and instead wanted to see the pages the man had.
Enlil leaned over to look at the pages, and...well just blinked in confusion. The spread of confusion across his face could either be from the subject, or the writing. Enlil actually could indeed read Enochian. Actually, he couldn't read Latin, though he did know a touch of Hebrew.
He asked as he skimmed the pages before handing them over to the next person.
"..Dun mean to ask more questions but...what's the point of findin' out if tomatoes 're evil. Cuz, ya'd 'ave a lot of people in 'ell then.."
He said and shrugged softly, waving at the new face that came in the door.
The bartender groaned, but tried to put on a happy smile and waved.
"Hello! One rum coming up!"
He said and looked at the ID. Worked well enough! So he got him a drink and slid it to him.
Post by aliceapproved on Aug 20, 2012 10:45:41 GMT -5
Magnus grinned at the handshake. This meant that the boy could not go back on his word. Though, neither could Magnus and he would have to answer any question that was directed at him with complete honesty. He just hoped that these people weren't as clever enough to ask anything "personal."
He moved his attention to the tomato page, taking it from Whitey. He skimmed the pages, a pleased smile on his face.
"Well, it's rather simple, really, isn't it? Tomatoes are clearly the fruit of evil for it's one of the ingredients aiding in bringing out the stupidity on mankind. I mean, have you heard how the wonderful dish "pizza" is now referred to as a "vegetable" nowadays? Putting tomato fruit sauce onto dough and turning it into a delicious delicacy masterly manipulated into such a scrumptious shape by talented chefs, especially in New York, only to be labelled as a "vegetable" is a rather tragic and a sad excuse of human ideas," Magnus explained.
"By slapping on a supposedly healthy title on the meal, people will begin to consume and devour large amounts of greasy pizza pies believing they're eating "right" and soon find themselves bloating like balloons, falling into the horrible sin of gluttony AND being too large to move in some cases, results in sloth behavior as well," Magnus continued, rather proudly, giving each person in the room equal eye contact.
"Very evil," Magnus finished with a simple nod and handed the book to the next person.
"Excellent notes, by the way, kid," he complemented with a sweet smile.
Harry watched carefully as they looked over the page. He was certain that they wouldn't be able to decipher it. The color drained from his face a bit when Enlil announced exactly what the page was about and what it was for. Well, that was unexpected. Quickly, he covered his surprise at the other's apparently scholarship when Magnus had stolen the attention for a few minutes. He laughed slightly at the other's explanation to Enlil about why the tomato was probably evil, it was really a very strange way of trying to grasp the situation, he thought. What did a tomato have to do with politics? Then again, Harry knew very little about human politics.
"Well actually a tomato is very harmless. It isn't any more evil than say a zucchini. It has little to do with pizza, I believe. Besides, a tomato is a fruit, not a vegetable." he tried to interject, "I initially looked into it because of it's possible relation to the Forbidden Fruit, which I suppose you may know from Genesis? While many claim the fruit was an apple, this is actually not accurate. It is simply called a Forbidden Fruit. The fruit of Knowledge is actually lost, even I don't know what kind of fruit is really was. Then again the Garden was not jurisdiction. Quite thankfully so after the mayhem with the serpent and what with all the demotions it caused." Harry said absent-mindedly, seeming to let his attention be whisked off somewhere else. It took a moment or two for him to realize he still had a job to do and daydreaming wouldn't help that.
"Thank you, though, sir. I do believe that my penmanship does well enough for the job I need to do. Ah right I get to ask my questions now, don't I?" he twirled his blunt now seemingly sharpened pencil in his fingers. He pulled the book back over to himself and flipped to a new page. Harry scribbled onto the paper, titling the page. He then looked up, "Well then. I've a question for each of you."
Harry glanced at Enlil first, "You. I'm quite baffled. How can you read Enochian? It's not often you meet someone who can read it, you know."
"And here," he gestured to Natalie, "Did you find yourself in a bit of trouble tonight? Really you should consider showering before going out afterwards."
He then turned his attention to Magnus, "Lastly, there's you, sir, with the rather ominous outlook on tomatoes. You've got the kind of handshake of a businessman. What do you sell, exactly?"
He tapped the moleskin and waited for their answers with infinite patience.
Post by crowleythesnake on Aug 21, 2012 0:25:40 GMT -5
Natalies smile grew into a full on smirk. She was happy that she had gotten her way, along with an explanation. She sipped her vodka as she listened and then replied in the middle of Harry's explanation. "The forbidden fruit is generally excepted as an apple right?" Natalie said. She had read the bible. She had read it many times. When you grew up like she did before she lost her soul, you had a tendency to have read the bible. It was just a thing they did back then. Her family was very religious and went to church. Funny how someone who grew up hating the devil and all things unholy became a demon and was pretty proud of it.
The demon looked up when she was addressed specifically. Natalie pulled her curly red hair behind her ear and over the other side of her neck and straightened her jacket slightly. She smiled. "I didn't find myself in a bit of trouble. It's just what I do. And I apologies for not showering, I was to busy coming back to the bar. My hotel happens to be on the other side of town, and I was looking for a drink now. So sorry for your sensitive nose," Natalie said with a sly smile. She sipped on her vodka, and hardly noticed the new comer in the bar. These few were company enough for her. She wasn't very social and never had been.
Post by manderspuppy on Aug 21, 2012 7:20:43 GMT -5
Sei took his drink from the bartender with a relived sigh. He sipped at it, enjoying the burn of alcohol on his tongue and listening shamelessly to the strangers' conversation. He snorted to himself. Bri would tell him he was being rude, but Bri wasn't here and he couldn't quite bring himself to care.
He stood up and wandered a bit closer. They seemed to be having a discussion about evil tomatoes and... Enochian? He didn't think he'd heard of that language. Interesting.
Sei didn't realize just how close he'd gotten to the group until the text alert went off on his phone and more than one person turned to look at him. That would be Bri, finally answering him, with his usual impeccable timing. The dark haired man grimaced and then tried to put on a more friendly expression. He took a deep breath and decided to go with it. “Hello there.”
"..... ya guys dunno? I thought it was the apple..."
Enlil said, an eyebrow raised. The expression on his face was a lot more shocked then it should of been. Though he never actally read the book and therefor knew as little about Adam and Eve as he did Enki and Ninkhursag.
Enlil did not expect the question. It left him sort of tongue tied. There were many ways he could explain this. While Enlil was one who always told the truth, this didn't mean he did have to beat around the bush and be horribly blunt and straight to the point.
He started waving a hand in the air. Trying to use that as time to think about how to respond.
"It's really easy, ya know. Father use ta speak it all the time. Never /use/ to be written."
He explained, thinking a bit more.
"Then we realized people sorta 'a good idea writen' things down so we made it written. Remember slavin' hours over ah damn desk makin' random sqiuggly lines 'opin' that it'd work. Sort of learn to read it by then."
That was his best explanation, though throgh explaining he realized there was a lot less of arond the bush he could do.* It was more like trying to avoid the bush going 100 miles per hour. No matter how hard you tried to just ended up hitting the bush regardless.
Enlil hoped he satisfied the question, and turned back to look at the new person.
" 'ello! Care to join us in our deal?"
He asked the new stranger. He probably should of explained the deal, but he thought he looked like a trust worthy guy. It wasn't like he was the devil incarnate and was going to steal your soul anytime soon. *In all reality he did not really speak it, nor was it really just randomly made. It was a bit complicated. Nor were there actually random squiggly lines, but that was Enlil's humor for you.
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Post by aliceapproved on Aug 21, 2012 19:34:05 GMT -5
In fact, it would have been more likely of Magnus to steal your soul, but he was off-duty in a bar. He was completely harmless, as far as the others and himself knew.
Magnus smiled as he listened to Enlil's explanation, thinking the entire time "You speak funny. Say more words."
Then he realized that it was his turn to answer a question.
He looked down at his hand, flexing his fingers. There was no hiding the fact that he had a business-like nature about him. He didn't sell anything, though, he just made deals with desperate mortals that were given false appointments (Tests, rather) from Down There and he would attempt to complete the transaction by hooking them down to Hell's soul bank. It was easy business really. He would astound their minds with card tricks and fancy candles that he got on sale from Bed, Bath & Beyond.*
He dug deep in the back of his mind for a way to twist his answer so that he would not give himself away so easily. It dawned on him then.
Confident, Magnus leaned back in his seat, hands behind his head as he reclined. "I don't sell anything," he answered simply, Cheshire Cat smirk-style.
It was true, he didn't. He made no money from his job. All he got out of it was permission to remain on the Surface as well as thoughtful gift baskets every month.
*Magnus made a note to go into the Beyond section much more often. That's where all the clearance sales are.
Harry listened to them, writing in the book and not interrupting their monologues. There was one completely conclusive note about all of this and that was that none of the three before him were baby-faced humans. What they were was still really up for debate (well he was pretty sure the smell of Hell on Natalie was a big clue), but he wasn't worried so much as to who they were behind their masks, really. What bothered him more was if they were dangerous to be near, both for himself and any unsuspecting people in the area. He stared down at his notes. If he could, he would pester them with more questions. He didn't understand how Enlil said his father would speak Enochian to him, but this didn't necessarily make him the target. It just made him more curious. Well at least he answered the question. Magnus was certainly very...sly. And Natalie was vague. He hated the word, but this was hopeless.
He sighed and tried to correct them on their comments about the apple, "Yes it is generally accepted as an apple but acceptance and true knowledge are very different. You can accept a truth given to you or you can find out the truth beyond the truth." he said simply, feeling very tired after his rather backwards means of gathering information. Perhaps it would be best if he just left. Surely whatever punishment would be set aside for him couldn't be too displeasurable...? And Heaven was usually rather slow when it came to punishment. Papers had to be signed, the filed, then reviewed, and mailed to the proper warden of Heaven, and then approved. This process could take typically about 3000 years. He briefly considered doing just that, walking out, but he didn't really find his legs moving. Honestly, he would be terrified of what they would do. Disobedience of any kind typically garnered a Felling. Not because the punishment fit the crime, but because it was like a wild event for bored angels. A Felling in Heaven was usually akin to a hanging of some bandit in the Wild West. Everyone came to see.
This was nonsense. He was a knowledge gatherer, and while gaining intelligence on some target was a form of that, it was not the kind of thing Harry was created for. Harahel wanted to know and understand Creation from it's smallest speck of sand to it's most greatest mountain. He wanted to learn about the whys and hows and the what ifs. He did not want to be a spy for Heaven.
"If you allow, I am going to ask you all a final question." He said, "Do you like what it is you do? Whatever it is you do."
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