probably, I mean. it's hard to tell in the deepest caverns of gotham—and well, it's always raining, always stormy, so it might as well just be another tuesday. actually, it's probably a tuesday. even if it is, he's not really keeping track—he hasn't really been asleep since the funeral and that was . . .well, some period of time ago.
in any case, there's some fate/summoning bullshit happening here. ]
[the brilliant red sparkles are probably a good sign. red is an evil color, right? i mean, one wouldn't generally attribute SPARKLES to the devil but it's hard to know for sure, given that it's the devil and all.
...until they solidify into a foppish sort of man, who is almost definitely not the devil. probably.]
Bloodthirsty? It's only natural to summon the Devil with something he likes, no? Lambs for God, and goats for Satan. We are only as bloodthirsty as the deities demand us to be.
So summoning you isn't enough, is that it. I have to fight you as well?
[ louder, and he's producing knives from ??? somewhere on his person ??? well he needed to kill the goats somehow he didn't strangle them and then rip them up like a barbarian ]
Very well. Since I have summoned you, I gather I should get term naming rights? It would hardly be fair for an all-powerful being such as yourself to fight a mere mortal like myself. And, it would be boring.
Green quartz. Though a completely ordinary gemstone, it seems these were extraordinary, somehow. Potent, full of an inexplicable magic. They were hard to obtain, but better than the alternative. Expensive, however.
[ idly, toying with one and letting the torchlights reflect off of the jewel ]
I'm somewhat inclined to believe I was ripped off.
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probably, I mean. it's hard to tell in the deepest caverns of gotham—and well, it's always raining, always stormy, so it might as well just be another tuesday. actually, it's probably a tuesday. even if it is, he's not really keeping track—he hasn't really been asleep since the funeral and that was . . .well, some period of time ago.
in any case, there's some fate/summoning bullshit happening here. ]
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...until they solidify into a foppish sort of man, who is almost definitely not the devil. probably.]
Aah, so it really happened?
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[ takes a moment to process his surprise, before he straightens, standing to his full height and squaring his shoulders. ]
You sound surprised.
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[ and he gestures, bloody hands and all, to the various, you know, dead goats around. ]
it's taken me this long. But I don't take to failure well.
[ and there's a soft smirk there. ]
And now I have you. So, I think it's paid off.
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...You know, I'm 98% sure the dead goats weren't necessary.
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[ gruffly, ]
This is how it's traditionally done.
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[ shrugs, loftily ]
Can you deny it? You're here now.
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Are you sure you got what you wanted out of this? If you wanted to summon me as a Berserker, you missed your chance.
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[ . . . ? tries very hard not to look genuinely confused, and frowns more ]
It doesn't matter what I summoned you as. As long as my wish is granted. I'm prepared for it; my soul should be adequate enough.
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[blusters for a few seconds, then just flops out on the ground.]
Ah! Whatever! Yeah, I'm here to fight for you and your wish.
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So summoning you isn't enough, is that it. I have to fight you as well?
[ louder, and he's producing knives from ??? somewhere on his person ??? well he needed to kill the goats somehow he didn't strangle them and then rip them up like a barbarian ]
Very well. Since I have summoned you, I gather I should get term naming rights? It would hardly be fair for an all-powerful being such as yourself to fight a mere mortal like myself. And, it would be boring.
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[instead of getting up like a sane person, kind of crabwalks backwards in alarm]
Fight for you! As your Servant! Do you even know what's going on?!
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[ ????????????? ]
What I seek is eternal life, not a manservant.
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[ lowers his blade
looks to the book on the ground
looks to ryner ]
Are you not the Lord of Evil, Satan, King of Hell and the Damned?
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My name's Ryner Lute.
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I have never heard of any Ryner Lute.
[ flatly. picking the book up. what the fuck. ]
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[ pauses, and he bends down to pick up what's in front of him—two gems ]
Perhaps these are flawed. I had thought these would be adequate as magic substitutes, but it seems that isn't the case.
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...You've got to be kidding me.
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[ idly, toying with one and letting the torchlights reflect off of the jewel ]
I'm somewhat inclined to believe I was ripped off.
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You aren't wrong about their magic, though.
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[ muttered ]
. . . Perhaps I should have killed Timothy after all. . . .
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