and an angel descends upon us

[uncrownedangel]

[ The air here smells so sweet.

It's delectable. How long has it been since he last had a pair of nice, strong lungs with which to breathe in a cool breeze? Satan has lost all count of such things. The air here, though-- It is not quite the same as the way he remembers Assiah to be. It's distinctly... lacking. All that fills him is sweetness, and

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welp

[prodigaldevil]

*at this point, he honestly doesn't notice anything. Whatever power keeping Satan from burning up his mortal body seems to be keeping his son from detecting his presence, or perhaps that's just Satan's own power and cunning at work -- at any rate, Mephisto certainly isn't expecting to see any demon gods prancing about the closed-off campus, whereas the sight of their current Paladin standing around like a dope is a fairly normal one.

With a mental sigh of distaste, he heads over to greet the man, supposing he should at least provide the bare minimum of proper Academy hospitality in this confusing situation.*

Good day, Mr. Angel-- *he tips his hat to the man with his usual ironic smile* And what a pleasure to see you as always. Have you only just arrived?

oooh bb come into my arms

[uncrownedangel]

[ And speaking of wayward sons--

Satan's lips twist into a cruel smile for a brief moment before he smooths the expression out, chiding himself internally. He has a part to play, after all. It wouldn't do to let the cat out of the bag so soon and spoil all his fun. ]

Why, if it isn't-- Lord Pheles, isn't it? [ Satan is going to have to interrogate dear Arthur here in a bit to find out the finer nuances of all his interactions with those around him, but for now Satan is content to play it by ear. He's as arrogant as ever, unwilling to even humor the notion that someone will suspect who he is. It's absolutely unprecedented for him to have a host this way, after all.

He absolutely can't recall the last time he found creation to be so charming and lovely. ]

The pleasure is most certainly all mine! And that's correct, I've just arrived at-- Isn't this your fine establishment of a school? I just love what you've done with the place.

Mephisto would like to stay far away from your arms tyvm

[prodigaldevil]

*this gets an eyebrow raise; the man's nasty sneer is pretty standard, but he's not used to playing verbal sparring games with this particular bastion of truth and justice. Actually, Angel tends not to get jokes, as far as Mephisto has ever noticed.*

Why, how kind. *beam* I'm terribly pleased it meets your exacting standards, my friend! You know how much your approval has always meant to me. *beeeeeam*

Sadly, it's minus much of its population at the moment, but I suppose accidents happen when one is dealing with extradimensional shenanigans.

too bad it's happening. aw yeah. /touches B)

[uncrownedangel]

[ ...it's really so sad for a father to see his beloved child not getting along with his peers. Here he was hoping that Mephisto at least made some friends while out having his little rebellious teen fit. Oh well, the sooner he gets his little boy home the sooner they can sort this nasty mess out together.

But first-- ]

Extradimensional shenanigans, you say? Do tell! I was in the middle of my morning-- [ What was it that Angel was doing at the moment Satan had possessed him? ] --pilates routine when I found myself here!

[ And while Satan has no particular qualms about doing his best approximation of his host's ridiculous manner of speech and mannerisms, he draws the line at miming those unsightly expressions of his. Oh no. Satan will sound as dumb as a cow for the sake of pretenses, but there will be no look of barely-functional idiot on his face while he does it. ]

[swordsinside]

[Something was wrong. It wasn't just this place; she'd gotten more-or-less accustomed to its oddities in the short time she'd been here. No, it was something else and it smelled rotten, more than just the lilt in Arthur's voice or the subtle changes in the way he carried himself. Damned if she'd let her feelings of unease show, however.]

Oi, Baldy. I was wondering when ya'd show up here.

((You have all my love right now I don't even--))

[uncrownedangel]

[ 'Baldy'? Ahh, crap, someone who knows Arthur well enough to mock him. Or perhaps this particular Paladin simply is the laughingstock of the entire Order. Either way, it's best to proceed carefully if Satan is going to have any proper fun. ]

Good day, Washboard! Is there a particular reason you were looking for me?

[ ...okay, okay, 'impulse control' and 'Satan' go very poorly together, but dammit he's trying. Maybe that's still in character. He'll be fine, surely. Too much caution never did anyone any good. ]

(adkhalda I TRY MY BEST I'm glad you're enjoying this. <3! )

[swordsinside]

[Shura has to struggle not to laugh. The thought of prim and proper Arthur calling her "Washboard"... It almost feels like they're back in school together.

Unfortunately, it's all the more reason to be concerned.]

This place just don't feel like home without yer ugly mug.

((♥♥♥♥))

[uncrownedangel]

I'm flattered and touched. Speaking of which, what's 'this place' anyway?

[ He glances around, supposing that questioning his surroundings would be the normal, human way to go about business. He's personally quite content with simply being secure in the knowing that they are in neither Assiah nor Gehenna, but mortals are known to get so caught up in the little things. ]

idon'tknowwhati'mdoing.

[crybabyyukio]

(Yukio was too engrossed in his book to notice that someone just appeared out of nowhere, so it really wasn't much of a surprise when he gave a startled jump when Angel spoke. Bitty boy looked up--

Uuah! What a pretty person!)

being adorable? SOB YUKIO DIDN'T YOUR DADDY TEACH YOU NOT TO TALK TO STRANGERS?

[uncrownedangel]

[ At first Satan means to completely disregard the child, as neither he nor his host has any reason to give the brat the time of day, but then something about the boy gives him pause.

Why, isn't that--

A slow smile spreads over Satan's face, his expression kind and gentle. He kneels, reaching out to smooth down Yukio's hair with his hand. ]

Hello, there. What's your name?

HE'S NOT A STRANGER HE'S A PRETTY BOY 8|

[crybabyyukio]

(A pretty AND nice person! Smiling shyly.)

Yukio.

HE'S SATAN IN DISGUISE SOB YUKIO BB

[uncrownedangel]

What a pretty name. I'm Arthur, but everyone calls me Angel.

What's that your reading?

[ He feigns interest, kneeling at the little boy's side. ]

[callinblueskies]

[Since the last time he and Angel were around each other and he had his foot literally cut off; Rin wasn't exactly keen on the Paladin. He'd intended to show the prick that he wasn't just some demon that only deserved death when they next met.

Today unfortunately was not that day. He's still a ways from becoming an exorcist. So he responds to the others words with a grunt, trying to stay focused on the book he was supposed to be studying from for the exam.]

[uncrownedangel]

[ Before the grunt is even issued from Rin's lips, the half-demon already has Satan's full and undivided attention. If it isn't his most coveted, precious little boy.

Noticing that Rin is scrupulously trying to avoid him, or rather, trying to avoid garnering Angel's attention, Satan only smiles and makes his way over to where the boy is trying to read without without hesitation. ]

Well if it isn't Okumura Rin, the son of Satan.

[callinblueskies]

[Angel just liked finding Rin's buttons and smashing them with hammers didn't he. At least that's what he thinks is the case. His tail gives an irritated swing while Rin tries to remain focused on the page he was reading.]

I didn't choose to be that. [He snaps back, unable to deny his heritage in the presence of the paladin. He was of no relation to that filthy monster as far as he was concerned, he ... just wasn't exactly human anymore. ]

Don't you have other things to do? Like digging in the trash for more of your 'made to order' clothes??