[1×1 with God of Mischief]

[86Eternity]

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.Sethakai Terou. Outcast Celestial.
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Sethakai threw a blade at the back of Devian's head. He didn't really care if it hit him or not, he just wanted the other to know he was a tad irritated at him as he'd chosen to remain silent, give his response through actions rather than words. However he did reply to the second thing his target said. "I won't promise anything because I'm still going to kill you at some point. It's not like you have anything important to do..." He murmured, still staring at the back of Devian's head.

[Darkanra]

♦ ᗪᗴᐯᎥᗩᑎ ᑕᕼᑌᖇᑕᕼ ♦
Devian | Male | Former God | Form: xXx
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Devian leaned his torso to one side slightly, not even turning around as the blade whistled past his hair to embed itself in the wall in front of him. He paused at the top of the stairs, fingers resting on the banister as he looked thoughtful. "You know, we could work together to get out of here." He studied Sethakai's face, then his eyes closed and a rueful smile spread across his face. "No. That could never work. You and I are too different. You have a one-track mind. I guess one of us is going to have to go after all." With a final grin, Devian moved up the landing and out of sight.

[86Eternity]

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.Sethakai Terou. Outcast Celestial.
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Sethakai didn't expect the blade to hit Devian but that didn't make it any less disappointing- it'd be useful if the guy would just stay still...At least for a couple of seconds. Honestly, what was it with people and not letting themselves get stabbed? So inconvenient. Upon hearing the other, he did for a second consider what he had said. Those gods were going to kill him at some point, he knew that much but he quickly pushed it away. It was as Devian said, a one track mind. He was given a job and he was going to complete that job...Hopefully without dying first. He simply growled as he watched his target go, promising he'd get the guy to shut up at some point. Now, what was he going to do?

After kicking spiky planks of wood for a while and then promptly stopping after getting a splinter, the celestial was now sitting on a sofa in one of the many rooms. He let out a bored groan and flopped onto his back, putting his arms behind his head. At least he had some time to relax. Then his phone rang. Fun. A heavy sigh escaped his lips as he reached to his pocket and pulled out to his phone and debated whether to answer for a while. He finally swiped a thumb across the screen and answered the call- the constant ringing had started to annoy him. "I'm working. Do you really have to call me?" He grumbled, not even bothering to sit up.

[Darkanra]

♦ ᗪᗴᐯᎥᗩᑎ ᑕᕼᑌᖇᑕᕼ ♦
Devian | Male | Former God | Form: xXx
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Devian was lying on his back on a bed in what he had claimed as 'his room' for the time he would have to spend in the house. It wasn't uncomfortable as such, but something about it meant that he knew he would have trouble sleeping. In his hand was his phone, and his face was dimly illuminated by the glowing screen. He had neglected to turn the light on, it would give Sethakai something to complain about if he did come in and try to kill him while he slept. Eyes on the signal bars, or lack thereof, Devian sighed and flipped the case lid shut, turning on his side.

[86Eternity]

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.Sethakai Terou. Outcast Celestial.
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The celestial sighed and groaned, just kicking at the air, still lying on his back. "Is he dead yet? No of course he isn't dead yet." He growled down the phone, feathers flat back against his head. He quietened down to an incoherent grumbling to listen to whoever was on the phone. "Quite clearly he hasn't killed me yet as I'm talking to you. No he hasn't stabbed me. Honestly are you really trying to get me killed? With this guy?" He questioned, quickly growing bored of the various obvious and easy to answer questions. His questions were met with silence. So that was a yes then. He let frowned and glanced over to the window, staring out into the inky black. Why did they want him dead? Was he no longer useful? He shook his head, there were plenty more people they needed dead...

[Darkanra]

♦ ᗪᗴᐯᎥᗩᑎ ᑕᕼᑌᖇᑕᕼ ♦
Devian | Male | Former God | Form: xXx
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Devian sighed and sat back up, running a hand through his slightly messy hair and returning it to what he usually deemed acceptable. The sound of Sethakai talking downstairs caught his attention though, and he slipped off his bed and out of his room in order to see who, or what, his assassin was talking to. Poking his head over the stairway, he spotted the back of Sethakai's head through the doorway of what cold be the lounge. And in his hand, a phone. That looked like it worked. And it was probably connected to his contractors, most likely the old farts up in the Gods' domain. If he could irritate them, even slightly, it would be worth it. He disappeared, and reappeared right behind Sethakai, leaning over him and snatching the phone out of his hand. "Mind if I have a word...?" Without waiting for an answer, he placed the phone to his mouth. "Checking up on your cute little assassin~? How thoughtful!" There was an angry murmur from down the phone, but Devian ignored it, cheerful smile still plastered on his face, "now, here's a suggestion. Would you like to hear it? Why don't you... MAN UP AND COME AND FACE ME YOURSELVES YOU DAMN COWARDS?!" Eyes blazing actual fire, Devian growled down the phone with enough fury to render the person on the other end speechless. In his hand, the phone began to smoke.

[86Eternity]

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.Sethakai Terou. Outcast Celestial.
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Sethakai had sensed Devian enter the room, indicated by his feathers fluffing up, he also noticed when he disappeared...That didn't make him jump any less. He let out a long string of foreign words, well noises really, that could only be described as foul celestial curse words. Once regaining his composure, he seemed quite irritated. Not only did this god not seem to know what a light switch was, he didn't seem to know what manners were either, sarcasm seemed to be his first language but decency? His decent-being-skills were definitely lacking. Sethakai as a celestial being who killed people on order could of course talk about decency, definitely. He watched the god with an expression that was so done with everything in existence that there wasn't even a word to describe it, he did flinch at the sudden change in tone, however. He didn't like shouting, not at all. His response to being confronted with something he didn't like was of course to stab it and that's what he did. Ah, another blade straight through Devian's throat...Lucky him.

[Darkanra]

♦ ᗪᗴᐯᎥᗩᑎ ᑕᕼᑌᖇᑕᕼ ♦
Devian | Male | Former God | Form: xXx
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Devian was about to string out another long list of profanities, when he suddenly found another blade through his throat. He choked, much to the confusion of the God at the other end of the phone, and dropped it, finger shapes melted into the phone like a fist around play-doh. He was standing behind Sethakai, so the blood splatter sprayed across the Celestial, and the phone.

Pulling the blade out with an exhalation that might've been a sigh, Devian raised his eyebrows at Sethakai, asking what the hell that was for silently as the hole in his throat began to close.

[86Eternity]

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.Sethakai Terou. Outcast Celestial.
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Sethakai watched Devian, not even seeming bothered or fazed by the blood that now stained his clothing. He simply wiped it away from his eyes and stabbed the god again. He was not only irritated by the god interrupting his call, making him jump and just not dying, he was also irritated by the other just being taller than him. Everything was just agitating him at the moment, everything. He would have liked to stab him many, many more times but didn't for some reason, he just took his blade back from the god and stepped back...Still growling, his feathers still pressed back against his head and his tail lashing back and forth. Oh and not to forget the glare, if looks could kill the taller male would be dead at least eight times over.

[Darkanra]

♦ ᗪᗴᐯᎥᗩᑎ ᑕᕼᑌᖇᑕᕼ ♦
Devian | Male | Former God | Form: xXx
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Devian staggered backwards, so the second blade didn't penetrate as deeply as the first, but blood was all over his clothing once again, and he wasn't too impressed about that. "Could you not?" He said curtly, throwing the first blade to the side of Sethakai's head so that it embedded itself in the wall after brushing past the celestial's feathers. "Keep your knives to yourself."

Ignoring the obscene growling, the glares and the angry tail, he flopped down on the blood stained couch, wincing slightly at the still healing lacerations. "Anyways," he inclined his head at the half-melted phone on the floor, "what the hell did they want?"
The deity was interested. In order to contact the assassin, the Gods needed to fine tune the signal wavelength of the phone to one that could get in and out of the house. If Devian could tap that and duplicate it, he might be able to modify his own powers to get out and away from their stupid plan to annihilate him from their grand plans forever. He picked up the phone from the floor, and fiddled with it, slender fingers dancing over the screen.