skinned her alive, ripped her apart

[deal_withthe]

WHO: deal_withthe & ars_varia_vulpi
WHAT: So a certain mage's arrival prompts Belial to finally call in that favor Vulpes owes. Bonus content: demons are very touchy about their names being thrown around all willy-nilly. Don't do it.
WHEN: Early evening
WHERE: Middle District, loitering around the apartment.
WARNINGS: ....well, none at the moment, but considering the

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[deal_withthe]

"For a given degree of "friend"," he mused absently, pausing once he had found the other man to watch him dress, and looking only mildly disappointed that he had missed the show. But it was a short lived disappointed, quickly vanishing again under the sudden business like demeanour. He waved Vulpes out of the room, motioned for him to take a seat; unspoken orders, that left no room for argument.

But even under the business like demeanour, the excitement still shone all too clearly in his dark eyes. "I'm calling in your favour."

[deal_withthe]

Of Belial could even feel his companion's discomfort in his preoccupied state - something he usually made sure Vulpes was well aware he knew of - he made no show of it this time. Instead, he walked back to the chair and grabbed the little communicator again, flipped to the most recent audio clip and tossed it to Vulpes.

"Jack Winter. Learn that voice. He's one of mine, and somebody has tried to take him from me once already." After that, he took a seat himself, hands clasped and arms propped on his knees. "I'd hate to see him get himself into even more trouble, but sadly, I can't be everywhere."