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Stellaluna and C. *Not Meg*
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"A bit sore from a night on the couch, and I could always use more caffeine, but yeah better," Dan answered with a shrug. He kept watching him the entire time he spoke, but quickly averted his gaze every time he glanced back at him. He reached over and tapped his earring, watching it move. Then he worried he overstepped boundaries. He immediately returned his hand to his lap and hoped for the blush to subside. "Sorry, I, uh, like your," he motioned to his own ear, where he happened to have a few piercings as well. Unlike the angel, he had more than a few tattoos, but they were all more or less covered by his shirt.
Seph slipped the lighter back into his pocket when she was done. "Yeah, those sound like good intentions. You know, just murder then breakfast," he joked. He raised his eyebrows at her when she continued to speak. "Oh, I'm fabulous. You know, just preparing for my death." He hardly ever said anything that wasn't sarcastic.

Is was hard to think Cry was impaired in anyway. She worked out more than Dan ever would and her butchered lack of sight never seemed to faze her.
Though it was Jupiter's job to note these sort of thing on her and Dan too. Their weaknesses and flaws, in order to keep them safe if one was inflicted on them and they became helpless.
Cry nodded understandably, his words washing right over her. It didn't matter what anyone said, it was almost promised that whatever you said Cry would have the same reply, even if it happened to be totally irrelevant on either end.
"Take all the time ye' need. But not too much time. We only get our next mission till the one current has been handled." She gave a nod and a small sigh, looking off again, "I don't assume this is ye'r apartment. Is there coffee inside?"

"Yeah, the thing is I've been preparing for it but I don't really want to die. Not right now and without choosing exactly how to go out anyway," Seph clarified. At least she was listening. "It's not mine, but whoever lives here is on vacation and won't mind. Yeah, but I'm not making it for you." He opened the door and let her inside, before following her in.

He glared at the label. He night before he'd been listening to Cry and Cupid, talking about how if you were able to peal the label off your beer completely that meant you weren't a virgin.
Jupiter didn't entirely understand, but he was still curious about this test. Though it in no way made an impact on him but in frustration of now having a messy looking beer bottle.
Cry walked over to the coffee machine, soon going through some cabinets to find a bag of coffee and some filters. She was soon dumping coffee into the new filter as she spoke. "That's the way everyone feels. But think about it. What do ye' have to live for? Nothing. That's what. But me? Well, I have my whole life ahead of me." She turned on the coffee pot and turned, leaning her lower back against the counter. "If it make ye' feel better, I won't tell ye' when I'm gonna kill ye'." She flashed him a charming smile.

"Wow, that really makes me feel better," Seph gave her false praise, his voice so full of sarcasm that even the dumbest person could pick up on it. "Actually I'd prefer to know exactly when I'm going I die." He leaned against the counter next to her, but not close, and crossed his arms over his stomach. "And do you do last requests or are you one of the humans that had less class and humanity than a demon?" He smiled at her, but it was a less than kind one.

Cry looked from the coffee pot to him, "Last requests? I suppose we could do that. Just- Just hold on." She stood back up right and watched the coffee intently for a moment then began to scavenge for a mug, "So what is it ye' wanted?"

Seph almost smiled genuinely. He passed her a mug from the cabinet he knew the actual owners kept them in. "I don't really know, I didn't think I'd get this far. Would it be cheesy and ridiculous if I asked for a chance or an adventure. Something to make hell and whatever comes after death for a demon worthwhile," he was so sure it wouldn't work, but was worth a shot. "Believe it or not, I was human once." He refrained from mentioning how he'd like a reminder of that if he was going to die.

Though in all honesty, Cupid's apartment wasn't the most welcoming of homes. Though Cry and Dan were fairly used to it now. Others may find that the air was thick with mildew and cigarette ash.
Cry scoffed, "Yeah. Me too. I didn't last long like that though." she muttered to herself.
Taking the mug, making sure to brush her fingertips along the back of his hand. "A chance." She mimicked. "An adventure."
She laughed faintly, pouring herself some coffee, "Yes I suppose. Nothing more than a week though. And ye' have to decide what you want to do today." She took the cigarette from her lips and took a sip of coffee.

Seph ignored what she did to get to him. He was surprised she'd given him so long. He already knew what he wanted to do, but it would be difficult to get done in a week. "Have you heard of a ritual that can turn a demon back into a human?" He asked her while drumming his finger tips against the counter. "I want to see if it works." He watched her closely; he had absolutely no clue how she'd react, but he was prepared to be turned down.

"I read your life story. Literally. They come in books and write themselves as a person's existence goes on." Jupiter looked up from his arm, making sure to meet his eyes, "But I'd like to hear it from you."
Cry looked over at him with a faintly disappointed and frustrated look, "Yes. I've heard of it. Though I don't think I've ever gone through the process. Look here." She took a sip of coffee and a drag on her cigarette, leaning back on the counter, "I'm only doing this because," she shrugged her shoulders, "Well ye're absolutely the most pathetic demon I've ever met." She sighed and looked off, her eyes fixed on the floor, "I suppose I could help you with this. If ye' actually pull through. I should probably give Dan a break anyway. God, he's such a pansy." She dragged her fingers through her hair, muttering that last little part to herself.

Seph chuckled when she called him pathetic. "You've never encountered a depressed demon before?" he asked, smirking. "It really sucks, still having something of your conscience intact. You get to do fun things like go to hell, for whatever you've done, then spend eternity feeling guilty until you're finally supposed to not have any shred of humanity left, but you still do. Except now you're a demon and do evil things, even though you feel something resembling sorrow and guilt. It took me a few centuries, but I've finally become self aware," he didn't show any emotion when he spoke, until the last sentence, and that came out as a joke.

Cry moved the mug from her lips, the cigarette dangling from her lips. She shot him with a harsh glare of great disappointment, "I didn't ask for ye'r f***ing bio. If ye're going to waste my time I'd like to just go ahead and kill ye' right. How do ye' do this whole transfer to mortality thing." She waved her mug in a small circle then took a sip.
Cry was incredibly short with people; demons alike. She'd never talked to Dan much about his emotions. She usually just told him to shut up if he ever went on about his feeling, then went on to giving them another activity to work on. She often came across as incredibly cruel.
When having found him in the bathroom once dragging a razor across his wrist, she slugged him in the gut and took every blade and lighter in the house and chucked it out the window. They were lucky she was paying enough attention to stop herself before throwing their special demon hunting blade out the window. But everything left, and she hadn't trusted him with himself sense.
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Seph shook his head slightly at her response. "Do you not have feelings at all or are you coping by denial and avoidance?" he asked her to bother her a little. If all he had to do was mention feelings, it should be easy. "Something like human blood, no eating, a sigil, some weird stuff you have to burn, you know, normal ritual stuff. My friend has the exact directions in a book somewhere."

"Coping?" Cry scoffed then look a long pull from her cigarette, "Do you know where ye'r friend is?" She shook her head slightly, "This project seems to take a lot of devotion." She gave a sigh and flicked the ash on the tile floor and blew some smoke, "Excuse me if I'm not very sympathetic. It's not the average nature of a hunter."

"Across town. We can shadow travel to get there if you want," Seph answered, still drumming his fingers on the counter. "I don't need sympathy. You're fine." He generally just used emotions to get things he wanted from people, he was slightly sociopathic in that way. It was working on her, so he wasn't going to try.

"Yeah, Alright. One moment," Cry pushed herself off the counter, standing up right and finished off her coffee. She then put her mug in the sing and dabbed out the bud off her cigarette and dropped it down the garbage disposal. "Is ye'r friend a uh..." She waved her hand a little, "A uh, demon?" She looked at Seph with a somewhat strained look.

"Oh, yeah he's a demon. Which reminds me, he's not just going to give us the ritual and he's going to hate you," Seph explained, as if he simply forgot this information until this point. He'd known it would be difficult, but he needed her to agree to it first. He smirked at her look. "But I'm sure if we kill him it'll all be fine. Who needs friends?"

Cry still had a strained look, putting her fist to her mouth. When he was done speaking she coughed, releasing a lung full of smoke. She then coughed a little and waved the smoke away from her face, "Yeah. Yeah. I figured. Maybe I should just wait somewhere and ye' can go get the book yourself."
From the right angel his halo could almost be seen. A faintly golden hoop around his head, almost like a crown, though not quite touching him. Other than that, he had no tattoos. This being quite obvious, sense he plainly lacked a shirt, unless he hid something in his pants. Other than tattoos, his ears were piercing with a couple of dangling jewels that matched his equally crystal like eyes. A silver band then wrapped one about his thumb and another on one of his toes. Their meaning not likely not of magic but personal preference.
Cry only covered her spidery hand over his and stepped close, flicking the light and craned her neck, letting her smoke light then stepped back uncovering his hand. "I don't know. Ye' know, I came with good intentions. I was going to kill ye' then get the others breakfast..." She shook her head slightly and took a long pull. She then huffed a cloud of smoke into the air and waved it away faintly, "I don't know now. It's a lot earlier then I'd like to be present for." She looked to him and raised an eyebrow, "Ye' don't look so good. Something wrong?"