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[heloise]

[ Lucrezia writes in curled letters, more like pictures than text, a little poetry or is it a riddle? ]

πόλυ πάκτιδος ἀδυμελεστέρα χρύσω χρυσοτέρα


[ Meanwhile she is at the laundry room, seated on the floor with her light green gown spread about her. She has both hands on one machine, watching the colors spin through the glass with amazement on her face. Yellows, blues, greens and purples! ]

[ trans.; than the lyre, far sweeter in tone than gold, more golden. ]

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[heloise]

[ She laughs somewhat awkwardly. ]

Did you see it, the Earth before sin?

[onlyanapple]

Before they kicked me out of angel camp you mean? Yes, I did.

[heloise]

[ She feels a little mean to be digging around... but curiosity trumps. ]

What was it like?

[onlyanapple]

What? Heaven? [There's a delicate pause] Very beautiful, but mind numbingly dull.

[heloise]

[ She chuckles. ] Dull?

[onlyanapple]

Yeah, their concept of entertainment is a musical about a nun in Nazi Germany.

[heloise]

[ He lost her at nun. ]

Is that a region in Germany?

[onlyanapple]

No, it's a group of insane Germans who tore the world apart.

[heloise]

[ She chuckles, hesitant. ]

How can a handful of men tear the world apart?

[onlyanapple]

You'd be surprised. Humans can do a lot when they put their minds to it.

[heloise]

And why is it so dull to be a nun in Nazi Germany?

[onlyanapple]

Because it's a musical about finding love and...just trust me, you don't want to watch it, ok?

[heloise]

[ But those are totally her favorites. ]

You leave me with quite the riddle, Crowley.

[onlyanapple]

[Nooo it's a trap]

I am well known for that sort of thing.

[heloise]

So what shall I do? Must I trust your advice as a friend or distrust it for what you are?

[onlyanapple]

And now you have the common conundrum for knowing me. Enjoy figuring that our by yourself.

[heloise]

[ She chuckles. ]

You are terribly unlike the demons of my imagining.

[onlyanapple]

I like to think I have a lot more class. [Don't say he's nice, don't say he's nice]

[heloise]

Do you suppose one of a higher class would be more genteel and, shall I say, kind?

[onlyanapple]

[That gets a snort] Not in the least. In fact it's the upper classes who tend to be the biggest bastards of them all, no offence.

I mean a different sort of class.

[heloise]

[ She's inclined to agree. ]

What sort of class, Crowley?

[onlyanapple]

The sort where you don't do boring, stupid things like torturing or hurting people.

[heloise]

[ She chuckles, at least. ]

What do you find more interesting then?

[onlyanapple]

Messing with their heads. [He grins, tapping the side of his own] Tripping them up on their own insecurities or simply irritating them to the point where they take their frustrations on someone else.

It makes the net amount of evil created much larger.

[heloise]

[ She bites back a grin. The Pope does that, too. ]

Do you have a quota for the amount of evil you must create, in a year perhaps, like a farmer's harvest?