003. Video | March 16, late night

[pmsgargoyle]

[Demona just came back from a mission, so she is tired. But happy. Actually, very happy. And is currently at hers and Londo's apartment, surprise surprise.]

I see things are about to get exciting. Good. I was starting to get bored. [Londo, get ready~]


[PRIVATE TO: QILBY AND BARRICADE]

I believe you two haven't met yet, but this is a perfect time.

Barricade, I did not mention it, but there is someone who already knows my plans and has his of his own. They happen to come hand in hand. [aka, he's an ally. Yeah, sure, let's call him that.] Qilby. He is, too, interested in souls, their potential, and has no qualms with our objective.

And Qilby, I seem to have forgotten to mention Barricade to you. [more like, didn't feel like it yet. Wow, villains work so well together]

Do get acquainted with one another.  [so you two join together and go to that goddamn mission to get some souls, will you?]

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[dissenter]

On second thought-- perhaps it's me that should be offering you the friendly dinner. [not the most encouraging words, coming from someone who looks as if he barely knows how to feed himself.

he'd always been thin -- and as of late, positively gaunt -- but his odd, amber eyes are no less keen.] You've been letting him have the souls that you earned, though.

[pmsgargoyle]

Can you cook, with only one arm? [being an asshole is the best.]

I have. If I refuse him that, it will be suspicious, you realize. I need to find a way to convince him of not doing it.

[dissenter]

I've had ten thousand years of practice. [le smile.] I'm crippled -- not helpless -- and you'd be surprised at all the things I can do with one arm.

[and then his smile slips, and he tosses his head...] Just give him to me if you think you can't dupe him yourself. That's another thing I've had a lot of practice doing.

[pmsgargoyle]

Swimming is not it.

Is that so? I wonder how you are planning on convincing someone not to eat the one thing that makes them strong enough so they won't die in battle.

[dissenter]

There are other forms of power, ones that certain types of men are more amenable to. I should know.

[he'd only spoken with mollari once, quite some time ago, but it was enough to get the impression that he was no warrior. there must be some other reason he was fighting -- a reason, perhaps, that was privy to demona -- but finding out just what that was didn't have a spot on his list of top priorities.

if it became a issue, then. he just had more important things to tend to. for example--] Hoping to accomplish anything else on the mission, besides working some of that pent-up violence out of your system?

[pmsgargoyle]

Honestly, no. Besides trying to show Shibusen I'm a good girl. [she would need that argument if Goliath ever showed up.]

I do have much pent-up violence in my system, though.

[dissenter]

[he laughs in spite of himself. 'a good girl'-- oh, that was rich.]

I know it.

If things go well on this mission, perhaps another friendly spar is in order-- even one with our partners, if it please you. [he couldn't sound more arrogant right now even if he tried.] I believe I owe you a defeat.

[pmsgargoyle]

I would never let such opportunity pass, my friend.

I can not wait.