Guilty Pleasures

December 7, 2001
a Rome, Italy

When Schuldig Portaled into Farfarello's Roman apartment, Farfarello did indeed look like he wanted to have a chat, just as Schu had felt. Could a telepathic link really cross realities and time zones? He didn't let any of his surprise and disquiet show on his face.

"Good," Farfarello said. "I felt and thought really hard at you."

"As long as you didn't rupture anything. Actually, I just felt like showing up." Liar. Hopefully Red wouldn't catch that. "What's on your mind? And do make sure to stay on the other side of the room." Schu refused to sit on the bed for similar reasons. ( Read more... )

"Pope likens 'saving' gays to saving the rainforest"

Brad says I can't kill him, while Red Farf would probably celebrate anything that turns more people away from the faith, but I would love to show the Vatican what "a deviation, an irregularity, a wound" really looks like.

October 1, 2000
a Rome, Italy

When Farfarello walked out of the bathroom, fresh from the shower, he saw Lucifer sitting on his bed. Annoyance and affection warred within him, but he had to give the telepath credit for coming back so soon, especially knowing that Farfarello had been enraged last time. But the anger had faded, and fondness dominated him now as he sat beside him. Wait.

"It hasn't been just a few days for you, has it?" Farfarello asked.

"How did you guess?" Satan asked, sounding tired.

"You smell like oncoming winter, you look much wearier, you're wearing heavier clothing, and your hair is longer. I think you're thinner too."

"You notice all that?"

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Me and Red had a huge argument, so bad that he was on the verge of attacking me (again) and I took off telling him I wouldn't return until he cooled off, which I know will just piss him off more but there's no way in hell I'll throw down with him short of someone paying me big cash for it. He's pissed that I come and go as I please while he can't show up at will in my reality as I can in his. While I see his point, I know the little psycho doesn't love me, but he needs me to be obsessed or in love with him. The way I wander in now and then just shows him that he's not really important to me. I can't get him to understand that he would be more important to me if he didn't make me feel like he's with me and humoring me with sex just to get Catholic bashing from me.

When am I gonna learn my lesson about Farfarellos?

***

Ten asked who had a code name. Brody asked what we're tired of justifying to people. A meme revealed him, he feels falsely, as the Loverboy, while I'm supposedly the False Messiah, which makes me laugh like hell. At another time we talked about lyrics. I talked with Amalia about troublesome and unwanted duties.

((Worried about wireboundheart, Aya asked the Nexus for stress relief suggestions. When Yohji returned, Aya learned that things had gotten worse [NSFW]. When Raven asked about alternates, Aya had a brief conversation with her about the mistakes he'd made with dream_departed.

((Nagi asked feline_casanova to the Nexus prom but was turned down, partly from Yohji and Sanzo having a thing going on. Schu went to the prom and had briefly discussed what he would wear before it with the General. Nagi struck out while trying to reestablish good contact with Gojyo and Hakkai, and when a conversation between him and Schu in the Nexus brought it up, Schu told him that Gojyo was being a dick. A post by Daimon Winter asking for psychics drew out Schu, Nagi, and Mio Hongo. Toki and Gojyo had a phone conversation about the people who've unexpectedly returned to the Nexus.))


((At dear_mun, Allistar generated even more drama.))

Farfarello burned. It was interesting being so dry. Floaty.

“What stupidity is this?”

Smiling, Farfarello half-opened his eye to see Lucifer standing before his bed, orange hair blazing even in the shady dimness of the stifling room. Farfarello croaked through cracked lips, “Tyger! Tyger! burning bright.”

“It’s my own hand that frames my fearful symmetry. How long have you been like this?”

“Time is an illusion.”

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Although Farfarello returned home silently, he wanted to stamp and curse in a fit of rage. He might have to sew up that gash on his arm, but what galled him most was that Rome had increased the police presence around churches and he only had himself to blame for it for having run a little too wild too often lately. More dogs had been called in to guard the sheep. A police presence making his missions harder held no charm for him because police and challenges had nothing to do with what he did. How could he even be sure whether they were believers? For safety's sake, he had to take them down too quickly to do a proper interrogation.

With a partner, he could take more time with people despite armed guards and greater numbers.

But it didn't matter for Rome, because he'd overdone it here. He needed to back off for a while.

When his Schwarz link suddenly flared to life, he picked up his pace. It would be so like Schuldig to show up while Farfarello was away from home and leave forever in a huff over him not being there this one time, ready to receive him. Some things, annoying and amusing, all Schuldigs had in common.

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I want to whack the Internet and the Nexus with a stick until something interesting comes out. Some people would probably tell me that I should go in and start something myself, but the only question I currently have is "Why the hell are all of you so boring lately?"


Brad said I should have bitchfights with my lovers more often because they seem to make me a more productive operative. I told him he could suck me. He didn't.

I brought my new lover home. He was a bit wide-eyed--you know, with his one eye--about moving from Italy to England and eight years forward in one shake of a lamb (of God)'s tail but then he jumped onto my back and wrapped around me and demanded a piggyback ride. Since I'm just that awesome, I gave him one through the streets of Londontown. Sure, I could have brought him straight home but a flat looks like a flat looks like a flat and I aim to impress. We went to the skankiest club I know to dance and let him scare people a bit then went to my place and screwed like crazed weasels in heat. Not that I know what that looks like because I've never watched crazed weasels go at it. Ew. And a great time was had by all, and he only playfully threatened to kill the queen once. The end.