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Eleventh Day of Christmas - All Beelzebub meant to do was to fetch his key

“But I’m not even doing anything!” War exclaimed incredulously. “I swear it’s not my fault.”

Sister Mary didn’t seem to be blaming her, though, and Adam was too busy trying break up the fight to pay her any attention.

“Foul, treacherous spawn from the pit!” Michael roared shaking his struggling victim. “I’ll smite you and exorcise you and banish you back to Hell. And then I’ll tear you limb from limb!”

“No Michael, you won’t,” Adam repeated sternly. “Remember the rules. Put Lord Beelzebub down right now and apologise, or I will have to throw you out of the manor.”

Re: Still IC xD

[identity profile] stillnotfallen.livejournal.com 2010-01-09 03:44 am (UTC)(link)
Michael - Michael doesn't know his own arse from a hole in the ground - Michael is functioning on conjecture, of course. He does that sort of thing.

*isn't going to be talking to Gabriel, Michael or in all likelihood Baraq for weeks after these incidences xD*
cattygabriel: (Amused)

Re: Still IC xD

[personal profile] cattygabriel 2010-01-09 03:53 am (UTC)(link)
I agree. He does indeed.