Day 62; Video 002

[bostonhowler]

[She's walking near the rotten piers, looking at her wrist. Her wings behind her are fluttering in the slight breeze.]

I was wondering if anyone had seen any barbecues around? It's cold, but I'm from Boston, so we're used to winter barbecuing.

I was going to -

[She trips and falls forward.]

Ow, what's -

[Her wrist twists as she scrambles away screaming in that high-pitched horror movie way. There's a brief flash of legs and then a flare of fire as the wooden piers catch behind her.

She's framed in flame, staring at the half a body.]

HUNTERS!

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[bostonhowler]

Not normally?

[She tries to shove hair out of her face, but the flames just curl around her fingers and 'tangle'. Frustrated she sighs.]

[hung_garian]

I'm not normally human. Just like you're not normally Liz Sherman.

[bostonhowler]

Liz who? I'm not familiar with that name.

[She's focusing on the small things, trying to control the fire.]

I'm not normally like this. I told St. Lucifer I missed being me.

[hung_garian]

[He shakes his head. He's more than used to people not understanding his pop culture references, and besides, that last part of what she'd said is much more interesting.]

Saint Lucifer? Great. A wide-eyed teenager who thinks Satanism is the coolest thing ever is exactly what we needed here.

[bostonhowler]

I do not!

[The fire flares behind her.]

I'm Catholic. I've taken Holy Communion and gone through Confirmation. I used to go to Confession twice a week, before coming here!

[Yes, she's indignant.]

However, his brothers are Saints, and it seemed rude not to use the same title for him.

[hung_garian]

[Oh, good Lord. Excuse him while he dissolves into slightly hysterical laughter for a moment.]

Seemed rude-- ah, Jesus with a jetpack, that's rich. That's good, I like that.

[And, once he's recovered his composure (more or less):]

Well, of course, we wouldn't wanna offend the Devil. He can be so sensitive, you know, it's best not to risk it - I'd just suck if his feelings got hurt.

[bostonhowler]

He isn't the Devil. He's Lucifer, the Lightbringer, the brightest and most beautiful of all the Angels. As he doesn't mind my calling him such, I will continue to do so.

[She clicks it off and refuses to speak to him again.]