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Who: Dantalion & Open
What: Mind-reading demon out for a stroll
When: Monday afternoon
Where: Times Square
Warnings: Demon things, language, TBD

Dantalion just loved being up on the surface. So many people to tempt and teach and lead astray, so many thoughts to read, and lots of mismatched couples to arrange. It didn't matter which form he was in, he always had a blast.

He was wandering through Times Square today, in the girl-shape for right now. The only reason people looked twice at her was to check her out, and she just ate it up. The shields she had up to keep out the constant barrage were lowered today, and she could hear the inner monolouges of everyone around her.

I think Alice knows about Gemma.

I don't think anyone saw me. And it's not like they'll miss one pair.

He said he could help me make money quick. And the mortgage is due in a few weeks...

One more hit and I'm done. I really mean it this time.

All these and more raced through Dantalion's head. It made her grin in a frightening sort of way. She pulled the shields back up, because keeping them down 24/7 gave her a massive headache, which was the last thing she needed. But today's little adventure had given her more than enough to work with.

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"I approve," Satan said, all smarm. "What a terrible tragedy that I didn't know you were in the city."

"Such a shame," she agreed, all big eyes and fake sincerity. "But I was actually managing to soldier on just fine without you. So much...chatter to hear." She waved one hand in a circle near her temple. "A demon's playground."

"But we've suffered terribly without you!" Satan said, sliding an arm around her shoulders. "And you've missed so much excitement. Still eavesdropping in human brains, then?"

"I'm sure you found other entertainment in my absence," she laughed, twisting quickly away and dancing out from under his arm. "And I always eavesdrop in human brains, it's sort of my gig. But do tell what I've missed. Kiddies misbehaving?"

"The Sins are being unpleasantly independent," Satan said, putting a hand across his heart as though wounded. "Wrath is even dating a saint. How perverse."

"Always knew those idiots were ticking time bombs," she said with a snort. "What'd they do, run off and start a commune?" She let out a laugh at the news about Wrath. "How interesting," she said. "Which one? Just out of curiosity."

"Saint George," Satan said, shaking his head. "No accounting for taste, I suppose."