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Ben Lockwood | Werewolf OC | specify a 'verse if you like, either CoG or 'regular'

[werewolf_hacker]

Double Bacardi 151, straight up, please.

[werewolf_hacker]

Sometimes all the choices suck. Follow your heart or do your duty. Either way lies pain. [There's a Guriel-shaped hole in his chest that's left him with an unpleasant, hollowed-out feeling.

He also knows that Guri wouldn't want him wallowing like this. Or talking to a demon about it.

He wishes he knew how to stop.]

[dogeat_underdog]

[No, he would not. But the Lion's not here, is he? And Simon's using that to his advantage, oh yes he is.] Preaching to the former choir, Benji. And fair warning? Sometimes you count on the Almighty having a little understanding of your feelings and find out too damned late that He wants obedience more than compassion. Approach with caution, man. S'all I'm saying.

[werewolf_hacker]

Promised. No undue harm. [He stares into his glass.] If only I knew what that meant.

[dogeat_underdog]

[Simon sighs and gestures for another round -- and this time he does buy one for Ben. It's aaaall about the little gestures.] Wish I could tell ya. I actually really do. Best I can say is, you got at least two demons who aren't looking to kick your ass, that's better than nothing.

[werewolf_hacker]

Stupid prophecy. Never asked for that. Be so glad to find this stupid gate and kick the crap out of it so it's over. You people are ridic-- silly if you think I'm coming over to your side. Just so you know.

And then there's fucking Lucifer, what the fuck is that I don't even.

[dogeat_underdog]

[Simon snrks.] Don't get me wrong, Lockwood. I like werewolves, I even like you, but not near enough to start trash-talking my boss behind his back. I've got more self-preservation than that.

[werewolf_hacker]

I just want to know what the fuck he's even thinking. Or if he's just saying that to get a rise out of me. Your boss is an ash-- asshole. But you probably knew that already.

[dogeat_underdog]

[Dryly.] Gee. You just noticed?

[werewolf_hacker]

Noooooo, I've known for a long time. Did you know he threatened to rip my tongue out and feed it to me? Not cool. Guess I annoyed him or some such shit. [He rubs the scar over his heart reflexively.] Bad habit.

[dogeat_underdog]

Yeah. It is. You want some free advice, you probably better try and keep hold of your tongue if you want to survive all this with it intact.

[werewolf_hacker]

I should shut up and roll over like the puppy I am, lest the fuckin' Prince of Darkness whap me with a newspaper and eat my liver. Gotcha. [Bitter Ben is oh, so bitter.]

Fuck me, why can't my life go back to what passes for normal?

[dogeat_underdog]

[One of Simon's eyebrows goes up.] What'd you give to make it go back? [He holds up a hand quickly.] And before you leap down my throat, I know your soul's off the table. I'm not gunning for that.

[werewolf_hacker]

[Ben's mouth compresses into a tight line.] I wouldn't give you or your side anything. That way lies badness. Worse badness.

...what are you gunning for?

[dogeat_underdog]

Do I have to be gunning for something? Can't it be even remotely possible that I might not like the guys who want you on our side, that I might be inherently sympathetic to a guy getting ganged up on and want to do what I can to cut him a break?

[werewolf_hacker]

This is not Discworld and million-to-one shots do not succeed here. Of course you're gunning for something. Guys like you always have an angle. [He snorts into his woefully-empty (again) glass.] I'm not that drunk, Simon. So, what is it. Your angle.