Abraxas looked up at Dev and squinted. "That wasn't alcohol but yes, let's go drinking after this. I'm always up for a drink." He looked down at his hand and when he didn't find the glass there he slumped down in his seat dramatically. "Of course I have problems! My boyfriends is out on some 'quest' for some bitch and I haven't seen him in weeks."
"Y'all, a little bit of arson and murder could solve all your problems. Hire some hitmen, a scapegoat, and a lawyer." Dev pulled a juicebox out of their bag and opened it up. It was a bit of a strange sight to see someone as punk looking as Dev drink out of a juice box.
Vortex tilt his head up and loosened his tie. "I've thought about that, but the Pentas have a psychic that wipes the identity of the others from our memory."
Dev hummed, tapping their finger against their nose. "Have you tried a psychic block? There are some drugs on the market that create a small box of memories that can't be broken into, no matter what. I've used it against some pretty top notch psychics. You could also become friends with the psychic, seduce them if you see fit."
"Or," Abraxas started. "Or you could simply torture whoever you do know until they tell you. Torture works every time." He slumped out of the chair and sat on the floor. "I miss torture. I haven't tortured anyone in months."
Dev finished their juice box and crushed it. "Eh, I prefer physiological warfare then actual bloody bloody gore." They tossed the juice box in the trash can. "Though there's not much of it when you're robbing a bank…"
"Torture." sighed Iona. "It solves so many problems. What would we do without it?" she looked toward Vortex. "Kill the psychic."
"Nonsense Dev! There is always both time and opportunity for torture." Abraxas stumbled over to the snack table leaning on his cane. He tapped the table before spinning dramatically back towards the group. "Where's the gin?"
Vortex sat and considered the options for a while, completely silent while he thought. "Sending the psychic into a rift would work, now that you mention it."
He shifts in his seat, readjusting himself until he's comfortable again. The burn on his arm stings a bit from when he last fought Flame. He removes his outer suit jacket, and pulls up his sleeve to reveal a wrap. Removing it, he goes about redressing the injury with medical gear that he had stored in 'The Void'.
"Well anyways, once we finish up here I have to contact that sorry-excuse-for-a-shell-of-a-human-being that is Nathan." said Iona "I might kill him soon. He's not very good at his job, and he's quite replaceable."
“Why not torture him first?” Abraxas added. “Seriously, no gin?”
"Meh. He's not worth it." Iona said shrugging. "But…oooh!"she sat upright. "I'll let Eclipsa do it, he trusts her so much.The tragedy!" she sighed happily. " It'll be the kind of thing people write plays about, the look on his face before she kills him!" she grinned, and spun a pool of magic to check her reflection. "Yes, it will be fun to watch."
"And I thought that I had a flair for dramatics." Dev chuckled, pulling out another juice box from their bag. "Hey, if y'all ever need a lawyer, hit me up. I gotta get clients somehow."
Opening another black hole, Vortex dispenses a fully stocked bar and grabs a bottle of bourbon. "Stupid Flame and his fucking fire."
Abraxas’ eyes lit up at the sight of the bar and he poured himself a drink. “Mm. If you’re a lawyer then you are certainly going to hell.”
"Haven't been there in my uh… how long has it been, like thirty bodies?" Dev pushed themself off the chair to just lay on the ground, looking up at the ceiling. "Most was lived till the body deteriorated… Than I spent some time out looking…"
"Yes," Iona said looking at Vortex, "People with fire powers always seem to suck."
She glanced down at Dev. "Is something wrong with you? Or is the ceiling just very interesting?"
(I'm more active on here at night; got stuff to do during the day.)
Abraxas joined Dev on the floor, occasionally taking sips from the gin bottle like a baby. “I know I’m Knight of Hell and all but even demons need cuddles sometimes.” He sat up. “Fucking human boyfriend abandons me for a month to adventure with some prick.”
"What for?" Vortex inquiries of the demon.
(Hanging out with my family right now, so I'm going offline for a bit.)
“How should I know?” Abraxas huffed. “Not like he told me anything before he left. Damned heroes and their damned quests. It could be months before he returns!” The Knight stood up, leaning on his staff, and returned to his seat.
"Its your fault for dating a 'hero' "muttered Iona.
“It wasn’t my fault that he was so hot,” Abraxas replied slamming his cane on the concrete. “Plus, he can’t be that good of a hero if he started dating a Knight of Hell.”