[1×1 with God of Mischief]

[86Eternity]

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.Sethakai Terou. Outcast Celestial.
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Sethakai just lay on his back, staring at the ceiling. His blank, emotionless face said about everything it needed to, that was not worth it. Life wasn't worth it. He seemed a little dazed for a while, not responding to being poked, nor did he answer Devian's question. His entire head felt fuzzy, there was no other way to describe it, the cause was probably his dust-coated feathers. The lilac feathers kept twitching and shaking as if trying to get the dust off. The celestial put a hand out to the side and patted the ground several times before finally locating the nail-ridden plank that had almost fallen on him just a few seconds before. He then proceeded to throw said plank at the irritating proddy object, more specifically the thing behind it. Contented he'd either hit or got near to hitting the thing, he sat up and rubbed his head and blinked a couple of times. "I made a miscalculation." He mumbled, glancing at the mess around him.

[Darkanra]

♦ ᗪᗴᐯᎥᗩᑎ ᑕᕼᑌᖇᑕᕼ ♦
Devian | Male | Former God | Form: xXx
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Devian sighed and sidestepped the dangerous plank that span past him and lodged itself in the pile of debris that covered the remains of the chair and half a crushed table. "A miscalculation may be a slight understatement." He dusted his hair off, fragments of plaster falling out of it. Now that the disturbance had ceased somewhat, a layer of dust had begun settling over everything in the room, and the overhead light was watery as it filtered through the thick air. Devian coughed and waved a hand. "At this rate, we're not going to have a house left."

[86Eternity]

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.Sethakai Terou. Outcast Celestial.
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The feathers on the side of Sethakai's head were still twitching and flicking back and forth as if to say 'hello I am still covered in dust and do something now.' however, he ignored them and focused on Devian instead. "I just said miscalculation. You can have big miscalculations too." He argued, folding his arms and glaring at the person in front of him. He remained sitting on the floor, in the middle of the destruction he had caused and debated whether it was a good idea to try and kill his target again. He had a lot of time to get the timing right but he didn't really want to stay here for long... He had better things to do, easier people to kill but it was one target at the time, he had to get rid of this one first. In the end, he decided it wasn't worth it now, he'd wait. The celestial glanced up at the hole in the ceiling. "Well I thought you said those doors wouldn't keep you here for long..."

[Darkanra]

♦ ᗪᗴᐯᎥᗩᑎ ᑕᕼᑌᖇᑕᕼ ♦
Devian | Male | Former God | Form: xXx
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"Mm hm." Devian didn't sound one-hundred-percent convinced as he watched Sethakai's feathers with a sort of morbid curiosity. They looked like they were dying of dust overload. "They won't, provided I get some time to think about how to get rid of the magic on them." He sighed, and moved back towards the kitchen to check if the rest of his dinner had survived the small plaster apocalypse, treading carefully over the carnage around him. It would've been embarrassing if he'd slipped on a wobbly plank and broke his neck. "Besides," he admonished the Celestial, "I can't very well get rid of the seals on the doors if they don't exist."

[86Eternity]

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.Sethakai Terou. Outcast Celestial.
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"I don't think you'll be able to get out." Sethakai hummed, finally beginning to get some of the dust out of his feathers. "I think you're overestimating yourself." His focus had already shifted away from Devian- if he was going to attack or make a move against his target it would've happened already, or at least he wouldn't be doing something else, he'd at least be talking to the other rather than making disinterested comments. There was a rather large amount of dust stuck in the celestial's feathers and it didn't want to brush out. It irritated him a little - that showed by the way his tail flicked back and forth and his eyes narrowed a little. The feathers didn't seem to like being touched either and kept moving. In the end, he gave up with a defeated huff, he'd have to wait a little. The odd fuzzy feeling wasn't too bad...Nah it was almost unbearable, it was like his surroundings had been covered in a thick blanket; It seemed there was no helping it for now.

At Devian's second comment, the smaller male picked up a small splinter of wood and flicked it at the other. There was no way either of them were getting through those doors, the energy signal was too high, almost absorbent. It was almost like the more energy, the more power you put in, the stronger they got. It was odd, he'd have to get a better look at it when he could actually be bothered to.

[Darkanra]

♦ ᗪᗴᐯᎥᗩᑎ ᑕᕼᑌᖇᑕᕼ ♦
Devian | Male | Former God | Form: xXx
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A flicker of irritation crossed Devian's face, and he replied to Sethakai's comment without turning around. "Believe what you want. You're stuck in here too, so you better pray I can get us out." He brushed some ceiling off the kitchen counter, thanking the house silently for not crushing his noodles. It had been close though, and the kitchen looked like it had been caught in the crossfire of a war. Which it had, kind of. He turned around just in time to see Sethakai flick the splinter and he caught it with a bored expression. He was a lot more annoyed then he let on, because a part of him was worried about what the Celestial had said. What if he wasn't strong enough? Banishing the thought with more aggression than necessary, Devian considered his options. He's have to spend the next day studying the door and their possible weaknesses.

[86Eternity]

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.Sethakai Terou. Outcast Celestial.
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The celestial watched him, picking up on the other's slight irritation. Maybe it'd be amusing to see how much he could piss Devian off. "Incorrect. I kill you, I go free." He corrected, his gaze not shifting from the 'ex'-god. It'd be useful to see whatever else his target was capable of, of course, hopefully without getting himself killed. Sethakai's gaze finally shifted but that was only to see if he could find another splinter to flick at Devian. Keen eyes surveying the wood covered ground around him, he finally found another suitable splinter and dragged it to within his reach with his tail. This specific splinter had a nail in it. What fun. He then flicked it at Devian with unwavering accuracy.

[Darkanra]

♦ ᗪᗴᐯᎥᗩᑎ ᑕᕼᑌᖇᑕᕼ ♦
Devian | Male | Former God | Form: xXx
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Devian laughed, and it was a harsh sound. "If you really believe that, you're more naïve than I thought." He put one hand in his pocket and with the other, moved a few white chunks of ceiling to get to his wok that, thankfully, still had its lid intact. He picked it up and moved to get another bowl, to the other side of the kitchen. Therefore avoiding the dangerous splinter that Sethakai had launched at him. Red eyes slid sideways as he regarded the nail that was buried in the front of a drawer full of cutlery, suspending the wooden splinter a foot or so off the ground. He turned around, bowl of noodles in one hand, another set of chopsticks in the other. "Hey. No need to get stroppy. I think I preferred you when you looked like a tomato."

[86Eternity]

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.Sethakai Terou. Outcast Celestial.
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Sethakai chose again to ignore Devian's comments thought part of him knew it was true. He was only a celestial in a kingdom of gods, a celestial who had no idea how to use his powers properly, it usually came out in destructive and aggressive outbursts. He might have been useful to keep around when he was younger and a bit tamer but now he was just dangerous to keep around. He didn't want to think about the possibility of not being useful. He had no idea what else he would do, he'd known nothing else. It was best to focus on what he'd been asked to do. Kill his target. "I think I prefer you when you were coughing up blood." The celestial retorted, glaring at his target.

[Darkanra]

♦ ᗪᗴᐯᎥᗩᑎ ᑕᕼᑌᖇᑕᕼ ♦
Devian | Male | Former God | Form: xXx
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Devian snorted dismissively, and, picking up the last of his dinner, he moved towards the kitchen doorway. "Whatever. You know I'm right." Taking the steps two at a time, Devian kept a wary ear out for any possible attack from behind. What he held in his hands were the remains of his cooking, and at that moment, he didn't want to go back and make more, so he wanted to avoid spilling the bowl if it was possible. "I'm going to find a bedroom. Don't come after me, ok? Some private time would be nice, and your stalking is getting a little irksome."