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    Post by Diana Ridley on Tue Jul 16, 2019 3:31 pm

    Time: 3:03
    Date: July 14, 0010

    Diana followed Samael as he lead them from the park back out into the city, but not terribly far. He walked over to one building in particular and held the door open for his ward. He was somewhat surprised to find that his Dear One had stopped aways back on the sidewalk and doing her best to take as much of the building as she could from under her parasol. The fallen angel physically turned back to look at her, his usual cheshire grin more of a confused smile as he tilted his head to the side. “DEAR ONE?”

    “Oh! Sorry hon, Ah was just checkin’ out the architecture!” She smiled at him, but he only continued to look confused and tilted his head in the other side. Poor thing, as far as he had gotten with speech and body language and a few other things they’d been working on he just did not get art at all. She’d just have to keep trying.

    “IT IS JUST A BUILDING, IS IT NOT?” He asked, his bewilderment clear as the sky above in his voice.

    “Well, yes and no. It is a building, it serves a purpose, but they went beyond that ta’ make it aesthetically pleasin’ ta’ the eye.” He looked back at the building, while he still didn’t quite get it, he got it enough.

    “AH. SO YOU WERE OBSERVING IT’S MORE… ‘AESTHETIC’ QUALITIES.” She nodded back to him with a smile.

    ‘Ah’ll explain more ‘bout it later, okay hon?” She walked over to him, he had simply stared at her for a moment before giving a nod. He was getting it! Slowly but surely. Diana walked through the door he’d been holding open. “Thank ya’, honey!” Together the duo entered the apartment building, the smaller of the two folding up her parasol yet again. “Oh sweet air conditionin’ how Ah’ve missed you…” She mumbled as she followed Sam to an elevator.

    They stood in the elevator as it moved up to the proper floor, Sam had hit the button for the sixth floor. Diana hummed along with the elevator music, while the fallen angel didn’t get art or music or anything the slightest bit he did like hearing her hum or sing. She started singing along with the tune, something about someone named 'Mandy'. It was... Nice? That was the word, right? He was fairly sure it was.

    Finally they reached the right floor and Samael once again led the way. Right to room- “Ah want ta’ say Ah can’t believe Scaramouche would get room #69… But Ah can.” Diana said, a smirk on her face. Sam tilted his head in confusion. “Ah’ll… Actually Ah don’t know if Ah can bring mahself ta explain. Maybe Mochi can.” She lifted a gloved hand to rap at the door.

    Sam, however, simply reached for the door knob and, lock willing, opened the door. He stopped and looked down at Diana, who was staring at him with wide green eyes. “...HE SAID HE WOULD LEAVE IT OPEN FOR US.”

    "Sam, honey, we gon' need ta' talk 'bout personal boundaries again."
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    Post by Scaramouche on Tue Jul 16, 2019 4:47 pm

    Jesus H. Christ, cooking under extreme pressure was the absolute PITS! Have no fear, though, because this groovy cat was made of tougher stuff. Why do you think they made airplanes out of aluminum, eh?

    From the moment he hung up with Diana to the moment her dainty lil' hand met his front door, Scaramouche's metal digits were a freakin' blur, his processors abuzz with lightning-fast calculations. Now, Miss D wasn't the usual suspect who came knockin' his way, the petite dame being cut from a different cloth than most, but the robot knew exactly what her palette would go head-over-heels for. Samael...? Eh, not so much, but how fussy could an angel be? He was in the midst of cutting up a few lemons when the pair announced their fated arrival.

    Knock, knock, knock!

    Cyan optics flitted to the oven clock - it read 15:03, as predicted. Good! Still plenty of time to finish up their appetizers and drinks while they chit-chatted away. He wiped his hands on a nearby red-n'-white checkered towel and hung up his [You must be registered and logged in to see this link.], making a hasty beeline for the door with ruby heels a-clickin'.

    "Comin', comin', comiiiiiin'~!" With a flamboyant flourish of his wrist and a twist of the doorknob, the three of them at last saw eye-to-optic. And boy, what a sight for sore sensors those two were! "Heeeeey~!" Scaramouche greeted them brightly and instantly gave both a quick, welcoming hug. Yes, you too, Samael. It was nothing major, so kindly don't freak out! A pleasant mixture of well-oiled metal, freshly-washed cloth, and light cologne filled their senses as the robot pulled away. "It's good to see ya, good to see yaaaa~!" the android laughed, absolutely all smiles. ...And, uh, teeth. Enduring quality or unpleasant feature? You be the judge - but try not to break Scaramouche's fee-fees! He was a smidgen conscientious about his pearly whites...

    With a playful bounce in his step and a tip of his paddy hat, the robot stepped aside to invite them both inside his cozy abode. "Anyway, come in, come in~! Mi casa es su casa, babes, so make yourselves right at home! I'm currently makin' refreshments, but they'll be done lickety-split! I bet you're both hankerin' for somethin' after bein' in that oppressive heat, huh?" Thaaaat's summertime for you. At a staggering 95°, the robot honestly couldn't blame 'em. Well, Diana, especially. Samael probably didn't know temperature if it smacked him in the face with 100% humidity.

    Don't worry, Miss D: Scaramouche had plenty enough common sense to put on the A/C.

    As for the place itself? One word: retro.

    Stepping inside the android's digs was like leaping feet-first into a time capsule, but not in that unpleasant 'shag carpet and sleazy 70's way'. Think more of an 'Elvis Presley', 'film noire', and 'Norman Rockwell' kind of aesthetic. It was colorful, it was hip, and, most of all, it was homely - which was pretty damn good, considering he was a robot! Not to mention fairly clean, too, with bits of photography and half-finished scrap art thrown into the mix. Hey, creativity was damn challenging when you strictly thought in 1's and 0's. [You must be registered and logged in to see this link.] played softly on a nearby gramophone in the back corner, though it could absolutely be silenced at the drop of a hat. Not everyone appreciated the genre, so...

    "Talk a seat wherever ya like!" Scaramouche encouraged, beckoning his guests with a hand. Despite the throwback decor and appliances, the loft was largely [You must be registered and logged in to see this link.] by design; meaning the kitchen and living room were only separated by a conveniently-placed island. Still! There was more than enough space, fuzzy cat-moth-thing included, and none of the windows betrayed a sliver of light from that wretched day-star.

    Hisssss!

    All-in-all, it was a pleasant apartment dappled with plenty of color, personality, and a taste for the eclectic. And, well... largely without its fair share of dust, considering the owner. No matter how hard Scaramouche tried, he just couldn't seem to break the place in like a tried and true organic. H-Hopefully they would approve despite the previous.

    "Can I get ya both started with drinks?" he asked.
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    Post by Diana Ridley on Tue Jul 16, 2019 6:08 pm

    "Comin', comin', comiiiiiin'~!"

    Samael, not taking his eyes off his Dear One, gently and quietly closed the door again and took his hand off the doorknob. It was fixed, right? Diana quirked a smile up at him and gave his arm a pat and comforting rub. Good! He had done good. Probably. He turned his physical gaze to the door just as the robot on the other side opened it. “HELLO AGAIN SCARAMOUCH”

    “Sugah! It’s so good ta’ see ya’ too!” Diana was more than happy to hug the robot back, hugs were great, especially when you were sharing them with a long lost friend! Even though she’d been the one that was lost, but technicalities aside. Samael, bless his lack of heart, looked utterly confused but not… Displeased at the hug. While the robot was hugging the strange, yet fuzzy thing he may have felt one of his weird insectoid hands patting his back awkwardly. ...Even though both of Sam’s arms were still hanging at his side.

    Yeah… Best not to think about that.

    But no need to worry about your teeth unsettling anyone here, Scaramouche! Nothing unsettled Samael and Diana had been living with the very embodiment of Uncanny Valley for two years. All was well.

    Once their host had stepped back and invited them in the young lady followed him in, looking over not just the place itself but the decor as well. “Your home is so lovely, hon! Did you decorate this all on your own?” She could definitely appreciate the colors and the more retro furniture. It kind of reminded her a bit of her grandparents house. But less spooky. Way, way less spooky. “Thank ya’ kindly, sug! If ya like Ah could help ya’ finish up, if ya’ don’t mind that is.” She blushed a bit, she couldn’t help but offer to help. Gotta love that good old southern hospitality.

    “NEITHER HEAT NOR COLD BOTHER ME. AND WHILE I DO NOT EXACTLY… ‘HANKER’??? FOR ANYTHING, I WOULD NOT SAY NO TO ‘REFRESHMENTS.” He looked down at Diana. “DID I GET THAT RIGHT?” He asked.

    Diana covered her smile with both hands, quite pleased. “You did! You’re doin’ great, sugah.” She giggled before returning her attention to Scaramouche. “But goodness yes, the heat is somethin’ awful.”

    As they walked further into the apartment Samael stopped and stared at some furniture as he was invited to take a seat. He was about to reach out to one of the chairs when his weird, two fingered two thumbed hands paused in midair not an inch from the piece of furniture. “...’TAKE A SEAT’. WHAT WAS… METAPHORICAL AND NOT LITERAL, YES? YOU DO NOT WANT ME TO PHYSICALLY MOVE THIS?” He turned his head to look at the two and was delighted to see that Diana was nodding. Contextual clues were helpful! So instead of picking up the chair he tilted his head at it, should he attempt to sit? Should he stand? Social etiquette was also complicated.

    “Ah would love a drink, and Ah’m sure Sam would too.” Diana smiled brightly at Scaramouche, her little fangs framing her bottom lip. Thought once she seemed to realize the overly sharp canines were quite on display her smile shrank to cover them again. Looks like you’re not alone in being a little conscientious about your teeth Scaramouche. “Love the music you got playin’, hon.” She said, trying to play it off, but also being truthful. Jazz was such a lovely genre.
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    Post by Scaramouche on Tue Jul 16, 2019 7:21 pm

    OOOOH, THERE WAS A FORCE ON SCARAMOUCHE'S BACK AND YET SAMAEL'S HANDS HADN'T MOOOOOVED.

    A mighty shiver traveled down the robot's aluminum spine as his coat practically stood on end, fingers stiffly curled. Sorry, discharged static! "N-Nice p-p-personal touch, there, S-Sammy, baby," he squeaked through chattering teeth. Note to self: engaging the angel was like Close Encounters of the Third Kind - freaky-deaky Dutch! Anywho...

    Angelic faux pas aside, seeing Diana and Samael was like seeing two old friends after a long, long absence apart. Which, y'know, wasn't far off the mark. "Yep, I suuuure did~!" Scaramouche tried to chuckle. Oh god, good thing the blush on his cheeks couldn't get any darker, because there was nothing more anxiety-inducing than showing off your home to guests and hoping they didn't think you lived like some underpass hobo. First impressions were everything. "Oh no, it's quite all right!" The android closed the door quietly and maneuvered around them with all the grace and finesse of an Olympic-level ice skater, long legs a-shufflin'. "I couldn't possibly ask that of ya - doubly so now that you're back and out of sorts!" Scaramouche clarified, throwing on his apron. He tied it behind his back and faced his friends with a cheery smile. "Yeah, sure~! You got that right, babe. Hell, as right as you probably can." Funnily enough, watching Samael clumsily trip all over himself - figuratively, of course - was not unlike a robot trying to grasp the finer intricacies of organic social conventions. It was awkward. It was odd. It was agonizing.

    Liiiike him hovering his otherworldly, insectoid mitts over Scaramouche's furniture, for example. The android slowly withdrew a pitcher of homemade sweet tea from the fridge and tried his hardest not to crucify Samael on the spot with one pointed look. "Just... Just sit down, babe. Don't move the furniture. Sit," he said, keeping it simple. Painfully simple. Ugh, no! This was like Metal Man all over again, wasn't it? A weary sigh escaped him at the recollection of those trying days, and Scaramouche poured Miss D and Samael two large, absolutely thirst-quenching mason jars of [You must be registered and logged in to see this link.]. With lemon wheels in both for good measure, he dutifully sashayed across the room and offered them their drinks apiece, once again all smiles. And don't fret! Scaramouche also brought over napkins and coasters once they'd both taken their first sip.

    Aw, was Diana self-conscious about her teeth, too?

    "Don't cover 'em up~!" he spoke out encouragingly. "They're beautiful just like the rest of ya, babe, so show 'em with pride. And I'm glad ya dig the tunes! Not everyone likes jazz, but I love it. Music for the soul, y'know?" A bit of a logical quandary, that. Anyway, now that they had something to wet their whistle, it was time to flap them gums into high heaven and pour themselves over all the nitty-gritty deets. This large beak wasn't just for show, y'know! Color the android curious.

    He clapped his hands and got right to bid'ness. "So! How've ya both been, and where didja go? Was it nice? Was it fun~? C'mon, Di, baby, don't hold out on your buddy, ol' pal! I am just dyin' to know." There was a poignant pause as his optics shifted hesitantly onto Samael. "...And, uh, you too, I guess. Less so on the dyin' part for you, though."

    Did Samael even know the concept of 'entertainment'? They probably didn't have any strip clubs or bars with ye Almighty, so...
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    Post by Diana Ridley on Tue Jul 16, 2019 9:36 pm

    Upon seeing and hearing Scaramouche’s reaction to hugging Sam she looked to the fallen angel. “Did you, uh… Do the thing with the other hands?” She asked.

    “JUST ONE.”

    “...Oh hon, that spooks people…” He only continued to smile and shrugged. Diana narrowed her eyes, not entirely sure if he’d done it on purpose or not. She’d uh… She’d think about that later. “Well, you did a wonderful job with the place! It looks fantastic!” Scaramouche moved around them with grace and ease. Her smile faded slightly as she was reminded that she had indeed been displaced again, they truly were out of sorts, they’d have to start all over. Again. Just another reminder of how little control she had over her own life. She started pulling off her gloves and stored them away in her purse, a sad kind of smile on her face. Oh well. When Scaramouche turned back to them in his apron she couldn’t help but smile a bit wider again. She laughed. “Love the apron, hon!”

    Samael looked from their robotic host to the chair and back again. “...VERY WELL.” He said, turning away from the chair. He… It was honestly hard to tell what he was trying to do. It looked like he was trying to squat down to the chairs level but doing it rather slowly.

    Diana watched him for a moment. “...He does this everytime…” She shook her head and walked over to the fallen angel, put her hands on, or as close as she could get to, his shoulders and helped guide him down. “It’s really not as hard as you’re makin’ it out ta’ be, hon. But don’t worry, you’ll get the hang of it.” She gave his shoulder a squeeze. When she turned back to Scaramouche he was holding two mason jars of sweet, sweet goodness.She happily accepted her glass and took a hearty sip. She let out a happy sigh once she finished that sip, sweet and refreshing with a bit of zest. “This is very good, sugah! Thank you so much!”

    Samael took his glass as well, for a moment he stared at it. Okay. Drink the liquid this time, not the glass. That’ll make his Dear One and their host happy, right? Sam opened his mouth and… Poured all the contents of the mason jar into his mouth. Straw, ice cubes, and lemon wheels all. He licked his lips did he even have any? and set the glass down on the coast that had also been provided. “THANK YOU, SCARAMOUCHE. IT WAS GOOD.” He said.

    “...He doesn’t indulge in food and drink much.” But then Scaramouche was talking about her teeth. She put a hand over her mouth and she blushed, but slowly she pulled her hand away. “Thank ya’... But… That may be a bit easier said than done…” She murmured. “But Ah’ll try! And yeah, Ah get that.” Diana took a seat near Sam, crossing one leg over the other. “We’ve… Been alright, Ah suppose! We got transferred to another Gamma.” She took another sip of her tea. “The Gamma itself was fine, but the best part was we met up with some a’ mah family there!”

    “HER GRANDFATHER PUNCHED ME IN THE FACE ON SIGHT.” Sam added. “IT WAS AN INTERESTING EXPERIENCE.”

    Diana was trying so hard not to laugh, she clamped a hand over her mouth and her shoulders shook a bit. “Called ‘im a wankah and everythin’.” She raised a brow. “Ah mean, it was fun sometimes? Or… Do you mean somethin’ that’s goin’ over mah head?” The pale lady narrowed her eyes at Scaramouche suspiciously. That was always a possibility with this android. “But, Ah guess besides that it wasn’t too eventful? Learned a couple things that completely shattered mah world view of back home, but it’s not really here nor there.” She took another sip. “Actually that might be a bit dramatic, it was still kinda shockin’, but made sense in retrospect.”
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    Post by Scaramouche on Tue Jul 16, 2019 10:38 pm

    The look on Scaramouche's face said it all. "H-He has other hands...?" the robot stammered. As in, hands plural, l-like more than two, or... what? Though it may be imperceptible to the untrained eye, there was a slight - fwik, fwik, fwik! - flicker of Scaramouche's display as the teeniest, tiniest gizmos behind the glass began to adjust and turn. "Huh! I don't see nothin'..." he murmured softly. Ultraviolet came up empty, as did infrared and radio waves. It seemed, much to the android's chagrin, that divine interference could not be perceived by the electromagnetic spectrum. Those ghost hunter shows done did him a betray!

    "Hmph~! Well, you just keep your invisible cockroach hands to yourself, baby, or else I'm gonna have to devote my lovely lil' home to Satan," Scaramouche wisecracked, smoothing out his apron. And yes, with a smile; though it was a pinch strained. There was just something about being touched by unseen forces...

    At least Miss D was a civilized sort. Why the sombre smile, however? Had something - ?

    Before he could ask, let alone thank her for the compliment, Samael did what Samael did best: make things weird. And this time it wasn't even the creepy sort of weird, it was just... well, Scaramouche could certainly see for himself. "Uh... huh," he uttered, struck by the angel's, um, display. ...If it could be called that. You know what? No. No, it will not be - not in the robot's dojo, because Scaramouche just couldn't let sleeping angels lie. He crossed his arms and shifted his weight from one leg to the other, looking a mix between cross and amused. "...Looks like he's takin' a shit, pardon my French." Eloquent as always, that mechanical rascal. Sorry, not sorry~! He snickered behind a hand, delighted by his own deviance, and dialed the maturity filter back down to PG. For now. "You're welcome, babe! Both of ya. If you'd like seconds or thirds, I got an entire pitcher with your names on it." Not really, Samael, you derp - it was a turn of phrase. The android even thought as much in case the fuzzy lil' eavesdropper went sniffing through his processors.

    No, your names are not scribbled on the pitcher - and hey, d-didja just eat that straw!?

    All right, thaaat earned a grimace. Scaramouche rubbed his neck and glanced away, "Yeesh... and I thought my way of ingestin' was the stuff of horrors, oof!" Yes siree, Diana had her delicate lil' hands full with this one. Seriously, who needed to play the lottery when you already won it?

    He doesn't indulge in food or drink much...
    Pfft, biggest understatement of the century, babe.

    "Yeeeeeeeah... I can sorta, like, tell~?" But it was all good in the hood, and soon Scaramouche was back at the fridge, withdrawing a juggling act of boxy containers and flimsy packaging. Organic cream cheese, fresh dill, smoked salmon... Mm, mm, didn't that sound lovely? "And why easier said than done?" he inquired, grinning over a shoulder. Don't be a nuisance, don't be a nuisance. ...Okay, the robot was going to be a bit of a nuisance. He rolled up his sleeves, back turned, and got to - chippity-chop-choppin' - with a playful cadence of knife and wood. "You're young, you're cute~! You even turn a nice shade of beet-red when embarrassed, oho~! Seriously, babe, you don't give yourself enough credit! Ain't that right, Samael~!?" Protip: Scaramouche wasn't expecting the angel to get the memo. Ah, but that was enough putting Diana on the hot seat, because she'd probably wallop him one if he kept at it.

    “We’ve… Been alright, Ah suppose! We got transferred to another Gamma. The Gamma itself was fine, but the best part was we met up with some a’ mah family there!”

    The android could barely stifle a gasp. "Whoa, wait, seriously!?" he commented, incredulous. Kev had once told him that people usually leave to another Gamma, but never in Scaramouche's wildest dreams - okay, that was dishonest, he didn't dream - wildest hypotheses did he think someone could actually return. If Diana and Samael can hitch a ride back to Gamma-X, then so could... Suddenly, the room no longer sounded of blithe chopping and carefree humming, the gramophone in the corner blissfully ignorant as it played swanky note after swanky note.

    “HER GRANDFATHER PUNCHED ME IN THE FACE ON SIGHT. IT WAS AN INTERESTING EXPERIENCE.”

    “Called ‘im a wankah and everythin’.”

    ...H-Huh? Oh, right... Company. Gammas. Family reunions.

    "S-Sounds like you two had quite the, um, adventure~!" Scaramouche feigned a lighthearted laugh, putting on a hollow smile. Ugh, no! Don't go down this gloomy path, babe. Think happy thoughts. Happy thoughts. Liiiiiike Diana and Samael enjoying these lil' canapés! Can't go wrong with those, right? His shoulders sagged half an inch. Miss D most likely wouldn't spot it, but Samael would - the creeper. "Right..." he grumbled. Can't go wrong with canapés, even though Scaramouche wanted to stuff his face into a pillow and scream.

    "But, Ah guess besides that it wasn’t too eventful? Learned a couple things that completely shattered mah world view of back home, but it’s not really here nor there. Actually that might be a bit dramatic, it was still kinda shockin’, but made sense in retrospect.”

    This.

    Focus on this.

    He hefted up a wooden tray, this time wearing a genuine (though modest) smile, and carried over a delectable lil' arrangement of [You must be registered and logged in to see this link.]. Oh! And plenty of extra napkins. "Yeah~? Well, if you don't mind, I'd honestly love to hear all about it!" Scaramouche piped up, setting everything down on the coffee table before his guests. "And I especially wanna hear how your grandfather popped Sammy in the face~." Only if she wanted to, of course! If not, the android was perfectly fine chatting about anything else. Anything, really!
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    Post by Diana Ridley on Wed Jul 17, 2019 12:33 am

    “OF COURSE. THIS IS ONLY MY PREFERRED FORM, NOT MY TRUE FORM. THOUGH I CAN MANIFEST MY OTHER LIMBS SHOULD I WISH IT.” Samael said, large grin plastered across his face. “YOU ONLY SEE WHAT I ALLOW YOU ALL TO SEE." And there, just for a split second, a third eye was visible on the fallen angels forehead. But just as quickly as it appeared it was gone. He was definitely doing this on purpose. Sam tilted his head to the side at the mention of Satan. “I… DO NOT KNOW WHY YOU WOULD DEDICATE YOUR HOME TO MY BROTHER? AND DO YOU MEAN MY BROTHER SATAN OR MY BROTHER LUCIFER? IN SOME REALITIES THEY ARE INTERCHANGEABLE, BUT NOT IN MINE.” For a moment Sams smile softened. “I THINK YOU MAY HAVE LIKED LUCIFER. HE USED TO DIRECT FATHER’S CHOIR.”

    Diana looked at her companion thoughtfully. Usually his smiles looked somewhat forced, but right now it looked… Genuine. It was nice. And then Scaramouche had to comment on Samael’s… Stance. She had just taken a sip of her tea too, in her attempts not to choke she sputtered in a somewhat unlady like fashion. Diana coughed, setting her drink down for the moment until she cleared her breathing passages. “Th-that would be nice hon… Ugh…” Sam reached over and awkwardly pat her back. “Ah’m fine, but thanks sug…”

    Meanwhile in Scaramouche’s head…

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    WAS I NOT SUPPOSED TO?

    “Er, wait, did you say you could ingest stuff? As in… You can eat?” Oh. Oh you know what this means, don’t you Scaramouche? You are going to get so much food made for you. But that was for later. Focus on the now Di. “It’s easier said than done cause Ah spent mah entire childhood and the better part of mah teenage years havin’ people mock an’ make fun a’ me for these chompers. Oh sure they stopped after Ah finally hit puberty and got the girls-” In her haste to get through this unpleasantness she inadvertently gestured to the, ahem, girls and when she noticed the action she blushed yet again and set her hands a little forcefully into her lap. “It’s just… After all that time it’s a bit hard ta’ see ‘em as anythin’ positive, yanno?” She glanced over at Samael before returning her gaze to Scaramouche. “Well… Those don’t do much good if folks get too unnerved by a certain someone ta’ even talk ta’ me for more than ten minutes.” You heard it here first folks, Samael is a massive cock block. Though as she said this she didn’t sound annoyed or disgruntled just… Neutral. She shrugged it off.

    “YES, SERIOUSLY.” Sam tilted his head at the androids sudden change of demeanor. Although for all he knew maybe this was normal for him? The fallen angel wasn’t exactly a master at deciphering mortal emotions. He looked at his Dear One and she looked between him and their host.

    When Scaramouche set the, admittedly delectable looking, snacks on the coffee table Diana reached out and set her hand on his, giving it a soft squeeze. She wasn’t going to force anything out of him, but she wanted him to comfort him if he needed it. His voice had seemed… Off, not quite as enthusiastic as it was earlier… But if he needed a distraction she would give one. “Well… As it turns out mah mema and papa were kinda… Government agents that secretly monitored the supernatural? Mah mema is a witch-”

    “SHE PREFERS THE TERM ‘SORCERESS’.”

    “-Sorceress. It’s a bit… Crazy! Papa’s some swashbuckling hero of the paranormal and mema practices dark magic. Tell me that’s not crazy when you grew up thinkin’ they were just eccentric!” Well, she’d been wanting to talk about this to someone who besides Samael. She cleared her throat, okay, calm down Di. “As for the punching… Ah was about ta’ introduce Sammy ta’ papa when he up an’ punched him in the face, apparently papa’d seen him before an’ thought he was gonna hurt me or somethin’?”

    “IT MAY ALSO BE BECAUSE I POSED AS AN ‘IMAGINARY FRIEND’ TO YOU WHEN YOU WERE VERY YOUNG.”

    “...Wait you what now?”

    “I STILL HAVE SOME OF THE DRAWINGS YOU MADE OF US. THEY ARE… CUTE.”

    “Ah… Ah have no words.” She stared at the cat-moth entity for a moment before deciding to distract herself with the finger food. She picked one up and nibbled on it. "Oh! This is real good hon!" Delicious food was always a good distraction from the disturbing.
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    Post by Scaramouche on Wed Jul 17, 2019 2:48 am

    “OF COURSE. THIS IS ONLY MY PREFERRED FORM, NOT MY TRUE FORM. THOUGH I CAN MANIFEST MY OTHER LIMBS SHOULD I WISH IT. YOU ONLY SEE WHAT I ALLOW YOU ALL TO SEE."

    Ya hear that?

    That was the unmistakable siren's call known as a challenge, and Scaramouche liked challenges. "Oh yeah~?" he answered sweetly, sidling bit-by-bit closer to the overgrown hairball. That third eye trick was new, sure, but it was fairly run-of-the-mill when your ex-boss was the Shogun of Sorrow. AKA: vanilla. Cyan optics gave Samael the once-over, risks calculated, and then the android struck.

    There was no thought.
    There was no process.

    There was only a blip in the darkness, and then... nothing.

    Scaramouche was not dumb. Before an angel, he was nothing - less than nothing. But whereas the robot couldn't win a match against the Heavenly Host, he needn't have to. With one execution, Scaramouche's mind became void. No thoughts, no imagination, no instinct, no soul. Just an endless sea of 1s and 0s; a mechanical march without cease or end. Nothing stirred... Nothing flourished... It was just empty. So unbearably, woefully empty. Or, was it...?

    Blip, blip, blip!

    A streak of electricity raced across the robot's display and soon Scaramouche returned to his usual colorful, hunky-dory self.

    "Well, what didja observe~?" he asked, genuinely curious. Note the wide, smarmy grin. If you thought Lucifer had pride, well... the robot was a rambunctious sort all of his own. "I wonder, Sammy, babe... you can read the minds of peasants and kings, of people and critters and all God's things, but there's something I must ask, somethin' important, and that's 'what of Pinocchio and his many strings'~?" Robots, it could be argued, were not part of the Almighty's grand design. That was their whole controversy; that humans, or other like-minded organics, had taken it upon themselves to rend the divine from the heavens, to arrogantly seize that which was not theirs, and create life from earth, fire, and stone. To some, it was the pinnacle of ingenuity; of a mortal's right to divinity. To others, it was nothing short of profane mockery.

    What was it to Samael?

    Was it everything? Something? Or was it nothing at all?

    "Hm, hm~!" Ever the charlatan, Scaramouche spun on his heels and proved as whimsical as his namesake, at times acting puppet-like for a master's hands unseen. He gave a stilted tip of his paddy hat and bowed; for his guests, for the audience, and even, the tart, for God up on high. Hope you were watching, Big Guy! "I don't think, I don't feel, I don't live~!" sang the android blithely, standing tall with his clockwork mechanisms, limbs whirring and gizmos clicking. "So tell me, Samael, how can ya conceptualize my existence, an artificial man - a phony, a fake! - when I am so far removed from your Father's toys? Heck! I'm no better than a soulless golem, hon hon~!" Scaramouche wanted to see, just a little, if the angel could engage in a battle of philosophy. It was... fun, y'know? To argue semantics and unravel the meaning behind words, phrases, and things. He also wanted to see if Samael could undergo a lil' existential crisis. A bit of a... stress test, so to speak! Cruel, he knows! But, if angels could fall and robots know love, then it stood to serve that nothing was irrefutably perfect. Also, ugh, golems... What an insult!

    He chuckled and put their parley on ice - temporarily, at least. If Samael showed interest in pursuing the topic, even Diana, then Scaramouche would allocate an entire day just for the occasion. "Sorry, sorry~!" the robot apologized. "My processes got carried away. And I'll leave your brother(s) out of this, promise, babe." Scaramouche wasn't down with the Devil, anyway. "Also, if you require CPR, Miss D, I'm a certified unit!" He was being serious.

    WAS I NOT SUPPOSED TO?

    Nnnnope, not allowed.

    "Hey!" Scaramouche leaned forward and poked and prodded a metal finger directly into Samael's big dumb-dumb, fuzzy skull. "Don't make me boot up Safe Mode again, baby! You wanna keep interactin' with me? Throwin' down with the clown? Then ya gotta quit squirrelin' around in my head. It's not a McDonald's playhouse, all right!?" Like, rude. It was awful when Kev did it, and it's awful when Sammy did it. He sniffed and dramatically looked away with an indignant pout, "I needs me my pri-va-cy!" Yes, that was a country bumpkin drawl.

    ...Hey, wait a minute! Was Miss D referring to her - YES, SHE WAS. Abort, abort, abort!

    That was perhaps the fastest Scaramouche averted his optics, the robot innocuously whistling off to the side and rocking on his heels. "Yeeeeeeep! I sure can eat, yes'm!" Ooh, talk about awkward. Taking a page out of Diana's book, the android coughed into his hand and pretended to find Samael mighty fascinating. "Oh yeah, sure~! The fuzzy cockblock," he laughed. Hey, if Miss D can address her 'girls', Scaramouche can say the naughtiest of words. Well, one of the, anyway. "Eh, I dunno!" He flicked his wrist and acted like the angel's presence was no biggie. "Sammy's an unrepentant creep, sure! But once ya get to know the guy - and by that same token, you as well, Miss D - then he's honestly not so bad~! I personally could write him out of existence, at least up here," Scaramouche explained, tapping his temple, "but that ain't fun for nobody, so." Let alone for himself, goodness!

    "It's a shame hearin' ya got bullied, though..." he continued, wearing a small frown. "Fangs or not, ya look pretty damn decent to me! I guess the other kids figured they weren't as cool, y'know? You'd fit right in where I came from~!" Schools were just vicious, boy. Scaramouche was real glad robots didn't have any!

    O-Oh, um... was... was Diana, like... touching him...? It was admittedly kinda n-nice... Almost like when -

    Whiiiiiiiiiiiiiir!

    "...!!" The robot immediately seized, an expression of utter horror on his metal face. "Oh no, m-my coolin' systems...!" OH NO, WHY DID HE BLURT THAT OUT LOUD??

    Scaramouche was a flurry of limbs as the android profusely apologized for the ungainly occurrence. Looks like it was time to replace the coolant. Embarrassing! "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I-It's not y-y-you, it's m-me!" he stammered. Aaaand a new vocalizer, apparently. He went through the motions of furiously wiping his brow despite the obvious. "I-I'm k-kinda goin' through a r-r-rough, like, time r-right now, s-so stress is runnin' h-high, a-a-and - " Argh, no! Don't go into detail about that! 'That' was bad! 'That' was hideous! 'That' was over with. The robot sighed. "I'm... I'm just gonna sit down," Scaramouche concluded meekly. And sat down he did, right across from his guests and letting loose a deeeeeep breath. Thaaaaat's right... In and out, babe, in and ouuuuut.

    "Anyway~!" As if a switch had gone off, Scaramouche's demeanor went from flustered to buoyant with one snap of his fingers. Freakout? What freakout? "Let's hear about your mema and papa, Miss D!"

    Witch?
    Swashbuckling sailor?

    Magic, snort snort?

    "Ohhhhh! One of those families," he commented, reaching for one of the treats. Just one! Scaramouche kinda wanted to sample his own handiwork and see if it lived up to snuff (hint: it did). "No, I don't think that's crazy~! Back home, somethin' like that was the norm if ya knew where to look." Also, good. Someone punched Samael in the face and lived. There was hope yet!

    “IT MAY ALSO BE BECAUSE I POSED AS AN ‘IMAGINARY FRIEND’ TO YOU WHEN YOU WERE VERY YOUNG.”

    “...Wait you what now?”

    “I STILL HAVE SOME OF THE DRAWINGS YOU MADE OF US. THEY ARE… CUTE.”

    “Ah… Ah have no words.”

    It just writes itself, ladies and gentlemen.

    "Hon~!" Scaramouche crossed his legs, sitting like a bonafide Southern belle himself, and couldn't resist. "Blessin' or curse? You be the judge!" he spoke directly to the camera. All right, that's enough breaking the fourth wall. It still hasn't recuperated from the last time. "Sounds pretty exhilaratin', though!" While Scaramouche had no real family of his own, he thought Diana's sounded anything but dull. Family gatherings were probably a blast! "What about you?" he suddenly asked her. "You think you got any magic in ya? They say it's hereditary, y'know~!" Some schools of magic, at least.
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    Post by Diana Ridley on Wed Jul 17, 2019 1:15 pm

    Diana’s eyes darted between Samael and Scaramouche. Oh boy. Sam probably hadn’t meant it to sound like a challenge, but he had worded it like one for sure. And then… They were just staring at each other blankly. Albeit that was the fallen angels default expression, but Scaramouche? Not so much. A blank Scaramouche just felt wrong, but thankfully the android went back to normal.

    “I OBSERVED BACKUP PROCESSES, MOSTLY.” Sam replied simply, a vague answer, the type he seemed to favor. He proceeded to tilt his head as the android spoke. Pinocchio? Ah yes. A fictionalized puppet that wanted to be a ‘real boy’. Was he… Was he comparing himself to that? It was hard for Samael to tell. As Scaramouche continued on it became clear, or at least clearer, that he had indeed compared himself to the fictional marionette. “I FIND ARTIFICIAL BEINGS TO BE QUITE… INTERESTING. MY FATHER AND HIS PEERS CREATIONS, HUMANS, THEY HAVE ALWAYS BEEN MY FAVORITE SPECIES." He explained.

    “IF YOU TELL A DRAGON IT’S IMPOSSIBLE TO GET TO THE MOON, THEY WON’T QUESTION IT. IF YOU TELL A CENTAUR THEY WILL NEVER FLY, THEY WILL ACCEPT IT. BUT IF YOU TELL A HUMAN EITHER OF THOSE THINGS? THEY FIND A WAY. OF COURSE IT TAKES TIME, BUT THEY DO IT.” Sam’s smile grew wider, a little too wide really. “HUMANS ARE SUCH A… HOW DO I SAY THIS? LONELY SPECIES. WHICH IS QUITE FUNNY SEEING AS THEY ARE THE ONES THAT FORCED ALL THE OTHER INTELLIGENT SPECIES INTO SECRET.” At this he actually laughed, it wasn’t bitter at all considering the context, it sounded genuinely happy. Specks of pink spotted the yellow in his eyes as he spoke. “THEY WANT TO SEE THEMSELVES IN OTHER THINGS. THEY USE THE TECHNOLOGY THEY HAVE DEVELOPED TO DO WHAT MY FATHER AND HIS PEERS WERE ABLE TO CREATE ON THEIR OWN. LIFE. IT’S QUITE… ENDEARING.” Sam leaned forward in his seat, grin practically splitting his head in half. “I LOVE THEIR CREATIONS LIKE I LOVE THEM.” He… May have forgotten to move his mouth with that last sentence.

    It was always interesting getting Sam’s perspective on things. He had quite the alien thought process, but Diana supposed that was to be expected. He was a fallen angel, what remained of a self made god, of course he wasn’t going to think like most others. And while he talked about how much he loved mortals, humans in particular now, it didn’t exactly comfort her. He had refused to tell her what his plans for her had been, stating they would only upset her. Yet she was one of his ‘favorites’. If he could do something horrible to someone he claimed to hold above most others… Well, it was a thought she tried to keep out of mind. “Ah’d say you’re leagues and scores above a golem, hon.” She decided to say, she’d seen a few between the last they’d met and now and there just wasn’t any comparison. “An’ thank ya’, but Ah think Ah’m alright now. Just went down the wrong tube is all.” Diana waved off Scaramouche’s concerns.

    Oh. Looks like Sam did his ‘talking directly in your head and possibly reading your mind’ thing again, judging by their hosts reactions. “Sam, were you in his head? We’ve talked about this…”

    “TO BE FAIR, HE WAS REACHING OUT TO ME FIRST.” Sam looked back at Scaramouche, his grin now back to a considerably less jarring size and now sporting some confusion in the mix. “I ONLY UNDERSTOOD HALF OF THAT.” Throwing a clown? Squirrels? A McDonalds playhouse? He was so confused.

    Oh goodness she had made it weird. Ded gumit, why did she have to make it awkward? She needed to keep better care of how and where she was gesturing. But thank goodness Scaramouche was changing the subject. “Hon, Ah’m gonna have ta’ make you dinner or lunch or somethin’ sometime.” Diana was a southern belle though and through (kind of), she loved being able to make food for friends and family. It’s just how things are, sorry Scaramouche she doesn’t make the rules. She did blush a little when he voiced what had been in her hand. “Well, that wasn’t much the case back in the other Gamma. Ah kinda think Sam may have done it purpose, but honestly it’s hard sayin’.” Again, she shrugged it off. “But Ah suppose it’s for the best since Ah ended up back here. Don’t have ta’ worry about breakin’ hearts or anythin’.” Samael, for just a moment, a fraction of a second, frowned. That… Was not an expression you saw on the fallen angel’s face often.

    She couldn’t help but smile at her friends reassurances. “Thanks, Ah suppose fitting in was kinda the issue. It was a small, well ta’ do town. Old money that’d been in the town for generations, so even though Ah was born in the town just like the rest of ‘em Ah didn’t look or sound like ‘em, and you know how kids are… Right?”

    Though it seemed her attempts at comfort had backfired majorly. Samael’s large, wide eyes flicked between their robotic host and his Dear One. Diana pulled her hand back as though she’d been burned. Oh no. What had she done this time? Wait, what was that sound?

    "Oh no, m-my coolin' systems...!"

    C-cooling systems? “A-Ah’m sorry! Gosh, Ah shouldn’ta done that!” Curse her tendency to be so tactile. He took a seat, what seemed to be purposefully away from them. Or her, as was most likely the case. And while Scaramouche seemed to get over it relatively quickly. But her? It would probably take a little longer for her to get past it. But what’s done is done…

    “A-Ah suppose when ya’ look at it that way Ah can see why it wouldn’t seem so crazy…” Diana twirled a lock of her hair around a finger. “Ah mean… Like Ah said it kinda made sense in retrospect. Ah mean, when papa went on safari that one time he decided that shootin’ the animals from a distance was unsportsman like… And proceeded ta’ fight them instead. Makes sense that he’d be ready and willin’ ta’ tussle with the supernatural.”

    “I LOVE THAT MAN.” Samael said. He tilted his head as Scaramouche spoke to their ‘audience’, the readers. Or… Perhaps he was just, how did his Dear One word it? ‘A bit’? It was hard to say. “THEY CANNOT ANSWER YOU, SCARAMOUCHE.”

    Diana raised a brow at Samael before shaking her head. “O-Oh! Uh, yeah, Ah think Sam said Ah have the potential for magic. Mema tried ta’ teach me but... “

    “MORTICIA IS VERY WELL SUITED TO DARK MAGIC, BUT YOU, DEAR ONE, ARE NOT. IT WAS NOT A FAILING OF YOURS OR HERS.”

    “Alright, then… What sorta magic would Ah be more suited to?” She asked. At this, Sam just continued to smile. “...You’re very helpful, hon.” The sarcasm, had it been a tangible item, was sharp enough to cut diamonds.
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    Post by Scaramouche on Wed Jul 17, 2019 2:51 pm

    Bah, that wretchedly vague answer! Should've known better than to engage in verbal fisticuffs with an angel...

    Like a small child told they couldn't have any dessert before dinner, Scaramouche idly kicked his feet and shifted his gaze aimlessly around the room, a tiny pout visible on his face. He looked anywhere but at Samael. The angel's spontaneous laughter did little to help his mood as well, though the face-splitting grin was an oddly welcomed sight. It was probably the teeth. "Meh..." the robot grumbled, folding his arms behind his back. "Lonely is not how I'd classify 'em, but you do you, babu." Unslakable. Insolent. Cruel. That's how Scaramouche saw humans - or organics in general - but there were exceptions to the rule. He didn't always like to admit it, but there were.

    “THEY WANT TO SEE THEMSELVES IN OTHER THINGS. THEY USE THE TECHNOLOGY THEY HAVE DEVELOPED TO DO WHAT MY FATHER AND HIS PEERS WERE ABLE TO CREATE ON THEIR OWN. LIFE. IT’S QUITE… ENDEARING.”

    At this, a sliver of the android's lip curled. Old feelings came surging back, however outdated they may be, and these were ensconced by the most covetous of Scaramouche's processes. "That's all fine and dandy, babe," he countered evenly, "but I find such an 'ability' flawed, 'cause that operates on the notion that the life, in question, wants to be created. If you ask a dragon if it's happy to be alive, it'll probably say 'yes' and go merrily on its way to roast a shepherd and his flock. If you ask a centaur if it's happy to be alive, it'll probably say 'yes' and go frolickin' off in the woods. But if you ask a robot if it's happy to be alive..." In truth, it was likely folly to expect an organic - let alone a divine being - to understand fully the implications of Scaramouche's words. So the android opted for another route, one even Samael could navigate with his painfully inept social mannerisms, and that was brutal honesty. "I can't really tell ya if I'm happy to be 'alive'," he spoke, shaking his head, "and I can't really tell ya if I'm even happy to be created. The best I can tell ya, babe, is that sometimes the hubris of others goes too far, well beyond reason, and what you may find endearin' is actually a livin' nightmare to another. There is nothin' saintly about playin' God when you're the ant and he's the one holdin' the magnifyin' glass."

    “I LOVE THEIR CREATIONS LIKE I LOVE THEM.”

    You know, for some reason, Scaramouche very much doubted the above. Not in that it was inherently false, but in that Samael thus far acted incapable of the very word. Oh, he may 'love' mortal things, just as he may 'love' Diana, but was it as intimate as a bond shared between two souls? A mother and her newborn babe, the inseparable vows between two lovers, friendship forged in youth and tempered by the crucible of adulthood? Or... was it little more than a child loving their favorite doll?

    Alas... As with many things, the robot was unable to uncover the answers he so feverishly sought. Samael fascinated him, he will not lie. But the angel was as fascinating as he was vexing, and Scaramouche's processors didn't need yet another paradox to riddle.

    So, he turned to something he knew, the interpersonal dance between organic and machine, and offered Diana a bright smile. "Why thank youuu~!" Scaramouche bowed at the waist, tipping his paddy hat. This was far more lively than the last. "You will not buh-lieve the crap I've been called durin' my long long years of service, baby. Toaster, tin-man, rust bucket, piece of scrap, glorified calculator and dishwasher... Heck, even the word, 'robot', denotes servitude! But out of all the names I've heard slung my way, 'golem' takes the cake." And there was a very, very good reason for that, but the story was neither here nor there. He laughed and gave his body a few pats all over. "I don't see any Hebrew written on me, do you~?"

    "Yeah, I did," Scaramouche copped to the deed. "I didn't think it'd actually work, but hey, whaddaya know~? Chalk it up to me havin' mental gymnastics with Kev." Not fun, that! Though it was nice to shriek and howl at the alien like a rabid baboon... Anyway, what's this about breaking hearts? The robot hit the rewind and blinked. "Oh! I don't object to ya stretchin' your culinary muscle, Miss D, but, uh..." Optics flickered from the angel to his unwilling 'Dear One'. Remember that whole tidbit about playing God? Yeeeeeah... "I take it ya caught someone's fancy and ol' Sammy, here, had them make like a banana and split?" Unfortunate! But not unexpected, given the circumstance. "Weeeeeeeell, I mean...~!" Really, there wasn't much Scaramouche could say, but the android be damned if he left things hanging on a dour note! He rocked on his heels and held up a wagging finger, grinning like there wasn't a grey cloud in all the sky. "You'll find somebody, you'll see!" he encouraged. "They say there's a match for everybody somewhere, and I believe it! You just gotta keep that pretty chin of yours up, hm~? Can't admire the world if you're too busy starin' down at your feet! Ain't that right, Samael, baby?" You better say 'yes', you big fluffy booby!

    “Thanks, Ah suppose fitting in was kinda the issue. It was a small, well ta’ do town. Old money that’d been in the town for generations, so even though Ah was born in the town just like the rest of ‘em Ah didn’t look or sound like ‘em, and you know how kids are… Right?”

    That was a firm nod out of Scaramouche. "Ugh, don't I know it..." he mumbled sourly. "I ain't ever been to school or nothin', but I've reared enough children back in my day to understand how they work. Ruthless lil' beasties, all of 'em! It's like they practically smell weakness in an individual, whew~!" Just like how everyone in the loft (barring Samael, because Samael) smelled just how awkward it got like a couple of sharks in blood-infested waters. Fear not, Miss D! It was an honest mishap and nothing more. Scaramouche certainly didn't hold it against the poor dame; though he felt a pinch bad for causing Diana internal distress. She may not say it, or even look it, but there was something amiss with the southern belle... Question was, what?

    "So, wait! Like, your grandpa fought wild creatures with his bare hands...?" This is the part where Scaramouche imagined a portly old man with a heavy British accent and in one of those traditional safari hats tusslin' and rustlin' with a wild boar. Oh! And can't forget the iconic British mustache. "Hon hon hon~! That tickles my circuit boards pink!" he exclaimed, his guffawing rattling the room some. The robot's laughter only soared to new heights when Samael - who else - decided to play along with him. "HON~! Oh, they hear us just fiiiiine, babe," Scaramouche winked. "I think the better question is, 'can we hear them'~?" Also, Morticia? Oh no... Oh no! Don't you do it, Scaramouche. Don't you da - snap, snap! He did. The shit-eating grin plastered clear on his face spoke volumes. "Is there a Gomez~?" he ribbed. And fitting that a Morticia would be adept with dark magics. Oh no, it couldn't have been light magics, or even holy magics. It had to be dark magics. Which, y'know, kinda begged the question dancing on everyone's tongues!

    He tapped his boxy chin, thinking aloud. "Hmmm! Well, if she's good at the black stuff and Sammy's sayin' you're not, I guess that meaaaaans..." Drum roll, please! "...you ain't pointin' your wand in the right direction, hon hon~!" All right, all right. That wasn't very helpful, he'll confess. Scaramouche chuckled and twirled the ends of his scarf, "Basically, babe, methinks you gotta broaden your horizons some. If you ain't capable of takin' the black, then I suggest you look at the white. Theurgy instantly comes to mind; which, seein' how ya got Samael as a two-bit guardian angel, I wonder if conjuration or summonin' is more your thing?" There were also your more earth-based magics, such as hearth and elemental - things seen as traditionally folk or wiccan; alchemy, for the chemically-inclined; divination, if you like reading tea leaves; and, uh... necromancy. Definitely - definitely - not gonna touch that one. There were of course more, but Scaramouche wanted to catch a specific fish with a specific net.

    "I'm sure you'll find the truth eventually!" he went on, rolling his wrist. "If nothin' else, you can always ask a psychic or diviner and see what they know. Just... be careful, yeah? Magic's one of those things that doesn't play nicely with ignorance." And that was speaking from experience.
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    Post by Diana Ridley on Wed Jul 17, 2019 4:43 pm

    Oh, and Samael wouldn’t disagree with you on your particular description of humans Scaramouche, but he would still stick to his own descriptor. He simply titled his head at the robot. “NOTHING ASKS TO BE MADE. I DO NOT UNDERSTAND THE MORTAL PREOCCUPATION WITH ‘HAPPINESS’ AND ‘SUFFERING’. THEY ARE BUT MOMENTS IN TIME, THEY ARE CONSEQUENTIAL TO THE DEVELOPMENT OF THE INDIVIDUAL BUT THEY DO NOT LAST.” He continued to stare at Scaramouche, as he was want to do. “EVERYTHING IS RELATIVE. WHAT IS GOOD TO ONE MAY BE BAD FOR ANOTHER. THAT IS THE WAY OF THINGS.” But oh, the android was very right about how the fallen angel loved. He simply didn’t know any better, but that wasn’t a very good excuse considering he’d had millennia to try to learn.

    Diana looked between Sam and Scaramouche and frowned softly at the latters words. She just wanted to get up and give the poor guy a hug, but considering how he’d reacted to just the squeeze of a hand… Yeah, she’d have to try to keep her more affectionate mannerisms under wraps for now. Her frown only grew more concerned as her friend listed all the things he’d been called over the years. Oh if she ever met any one of them she’d… She’d… She wasn’t really sure what she’d do. Something petty that would end up costing the offending party a pretty penny would be a good start, but for treating her friend like that… “No, don’t see a lick a’ Hebrew on ya’, hon! But in anycase none of those blighters have any idea just how wonderful a person ya’ are! Period!” And she wouldn’t hear anything else on the matter.

    She nodded as Scaramouche explained that he’d kind of invited the invasion of his head. “Ah do love cookin’ an’ bakin. Oh! Speakin’ of, how do ya’ feel ‘bout desserts? Peaches are in season, so Ah could make you mema Ridley’s special peach cobbler.” Though if she were to be honest the cobbler would be just as much for him as it was for her. The cobbler was dang good but she tried not to make it too often. That was a fair bit of sugar, after all.

    And while she was thinking about food Diana reached out and took another of the finger foods and nibbled on it delicately. She picked up another and handed it to Sam. He looked at it for a moment before tossing the whole thing in his mouth and swallowed. ...She’d really need to teach him how to eat properly sometime. “Well, there were a few moments when potential gentleman callers got a lil’... Spooked.” The pale young lady smiled at Scaramouche, it was a perfectly friendly smile, it just didn’t quite reach her eyes. “Ah suppose if it happens it happens.”

    “WHILE I DO NOT NEED TO LOOK AT ANYTHING IN PARTICULAR TO SEE IT, THE SAME CANNOT BE SAID FOR YOU, DEAR ONE.” He looked back at the robot, he’d done good, right? That was the gist of what he’d wanted him to say, right? Or was it? Well, you could never say he didn’t try. Though he didn’t comment on how there were plenty of people through all time that had never really found someone they ‘loved’. But… Yeah.

    “Uh… Thanks Sammy. And thank you Scaramouche” But she nodded along with Scaramouche. “Wee little monsters sometimes for sure.” Aw, but now they were onto the epic tales of Clive Clarkson. “Oh yes, fought wild animals with his fists, his wits… And a sword.He went toe to toe with a few dangerous animals: a lioness, some hyenas, a rhino, a crocodile, a silver back gorilla…” As she listed off the animals and ticked her fingers. “He tried ta’ fight a cheetah too, but it kept runnin’ away. Though that was back when he was younger, before he fought in the war an’ all.” Sorry Scaramouche! You’re idea of an old British man punching a boar isn’t quite right, but the overall feel of that mental image was spot on.

    Samael tilted his head. “I CAN.”

    Diana giggled at her hosts inevitable joke about her mema’s name. “Not in name, but the Gomez to her Morticia goes by Clive. They’re… An odd pair ta’ be fair, but they work well together.” She smiled and listened as her android friend mused out loud about magic. “Oh Ah know, but White magic is kind of a broad area, there’s an outrageous amount a’ magic out there. But Ah suppose Ah hadn’t thought about either a’ those, guess Ah just need ta’ do a bit more research into all this.” Diana took a sip of her tea thoughtfully. “Guess if Ah run into a pyschic or diviner Ah’ll have ta’ give ‘em an ask. And yeah, mema said about the same thing. Ah’ll be careful.” But what happens happens, some things you can’t fight.
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    Post by Knock Out on Wed Jul 17, 2019 8:45 pm

    Diana wasn't the only one with an eavesdropper! But while Samael was an awkward angel, Scaramouche's eavesdropper was a drop-dead gorgeous mech with an amazing mind and dazzling charisma! Sure, the sudden visit definitely interrupted what was a very deep and pleasant recharge, but there was something exciting about the return all the same. Exciting for Scaramouche as well, who told him to be on his best behavior! Tempting as it was to be a pill... Knock Out found it in himself to promise to behave.

    Initially, his late entrance had merely been due to the mech needing to gussy up in the bedroom's bathroom. A fresh coat of wax, lightly scented with an orange zest. Crimson plating made for a brilliant mirror! Feeling as new as a sparkling, Knock Out had approached the bedroom door and could hear some light conversation. Well! A late entrance certainly wouldn't be attractive. If anything, he'd look like a totally awkward goober! Of course, that was when his witty processor came up with an idea...

    Knock Out would just have to wait until somebody said the magic word!

    ...The magic word here being either 'handsome', 'sexy', 'hot', or 'magnificent'. All it would take was such a word, and he'd come strutting out like the amazing peacock he was! Minutes ticked by, Scaramouche finishing up his tasty treat for Diana and Samael, and Knock Out was left standing in front of the door like a magician waiting for his cue! The mech was getting antsy! His pedes twitched, body bouncing in place anxiously. Primus, this was getting sad! And they were all still yakking away! It was nice to get confirmation that this Diana was their Diana though. Weird circumstances behind her disappearance aside, this was the same young lady they'd known two years ago. He could do without the strange family details.

    "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I-It's not y-y-you, it's m-me! I-I'm k-kinda goin' through a r-r-rough, like, time r-right now, s-so stress is runnin' h-high, a-a-and -I'm... I'm just gonna sit down,"

    !!!

    Good thing for all of them that things had not escalated and Scaramouche calmed himself down, because the mech was about two steps away from kicking that door down and charging in to grab the robot! Deep breathes, Knock Out! Deep breathes! Talons wriggled and clicked as he stared daggers into the wood grain of the door. Eavesdropping was harder than it seemed. Augh, this is why he would have made for a terrible spy! Screw the magic words, nothing was giving him an in!!! Venting in deeply, his servoes grasped hold of the doorknob and pushed it open wide. "He-lloooooo~!" Chassies puffed out as if he were the cock of the walk, the mech swaggered on into the combo kitchen/living room as if he owned the place. "Did somebody make a house-call, because the Doctor is in~!" He came to a stop in the perfect spot, as if he knew exactly where all the lighting was placed in this room. It made his crimson plating shine as the mech beheld the three occupants.

    "Scaramouche~!" Talons wriggling at the robot in greeting, his optics seemed to sparkle before moving on to the woman and her... friend. "Diana! Why, that really is you! Aren't you a sight for sore optics? I was wondering where you'd gotten to, but I never forget a customer~!" All smiles and charm for the lady, he offered her his most winning grin and even tilted his helm to her. "Seen any interesting movies since I saw you last? ...Did that Gamma you were in have a Drive-In and is it trash compared to mine?" The thought hit him the moment he spoke, suddenly curious about such a detail. Helm turning to the angel, the mech's grin lessened by a fraction. Ah, yes... The freak. Mm, but Scaramouche said to behave...! Back straightening, he forced a friendly smile that was almost convincing. "And Diana's guardian angel. Don't you look... heavenly?" And here, he'd been kinda hoping the woman had found a way to rid herself of the freak in the years since they'd seen her... Ah well! No plating off his protoform. Kibble perky and proud, Knock Out beamed and waited for applause.
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    Post by Scaramouche on Wed Jul 17, 2019 9:44 pm

    “NOTHING ASKS TO BE MADE. I DO NOT UNDERSTAND THE MORTAL PREOCCUPATION WITH ‘HAPPINESS’ AND ‘SUFFERING’. THEY ARE BUT MOMENTS IN TIME, THEY ARE CONSEQUENTIAL TO THE DEVELOPMENT OF THE INDIVIDUAL BUT THEY DO NOT LAST.

    EVERYTHING IS RELATIVE. WHAT IS GOOD TO ONE MAY BE BAD FOR ANOTHER. THAT IS THE WAY OF THINGS.”

    Say whaaaaat!?

    Oh no. Oh no, no, no, no, NO, babe! That is so not gonna fly. Mm-mm, not a wink. Scaramouche crossed his arms and looked at the angel with all the disapproval and annoyance of a stern mother. "One: I ain't mortal," he corrected, tone matter-of-fact, "and two, what happens in someone's life, be it fleetin' or lastin' the test of time, ain't for you to decide. Last I recall, babe, you also got a lil' reality check, so you're not as 'high and mighty' as ya like to think. In fact, I'd even wager you're mortal yourself; someone just ain't found a way, yet." So put that in your pipe and smoke it, Sammy, babe. Oh, and how could the android forget? Scaramouche gestured to Diana while still grilling the angel with his optics. "Is your Dear One's happiness and sufferin' not integral to her developin' character?" Think, Samael, and think carefully. "If memory serves, you treat her like your favorite playthin'. I assure you, the young gal's anythin' but, so don'tcha forget she's a livin', breathin', feelin' being, or else I'm gonna shove my 5" designer boot up your heavenly ass, capisce?"

    It was... difficult, in a sense. Scaramouche was normally all right with Samael's existence (normally), but treating others like they were chess pieces on the board just didn't groove with his personal beliefs. Especially Miss D, because a sweet dame like that didn't deserve the misfortune bestowed upon her. And, while the angel was right to call those views subjective and/or inconsequential, Portal Breach had other ways of making different perspectives come to an agreement. It'll happen, rest assured. Sooner or later, it will.

    Anyway...

    Tense moment aside, the robot smiled and clicked his heels thrice, heartened by Diana's words. "I'll be as wonderful as I possibly can~!" he answered in catchy sing-song. "And I love desserts, no joke! One of my favorite things to make, honestly." Peach cobbler, hm? Can't say Scaramouche ever had a peach cobbler, let alone a peach, but he was down for it! "Yeah, sure!" he nodded emphatically. "I'd love to try a family recipe, baby~! And you can even show this old 'bot how it's done!" Know what's better than baking in your own digs? Baking in your own digs with a friend. Though it was a silly notion and had no real scientific basis, Scaramouche believed that baked goods tasted soooo much better when the baker (or bakers) was coasting on a high note! Know what wasn't on a high note, though?

    “Ah suppose if it happens it happens.”

    That.

    That riiiiiight there. Now Diana was the one receiving Scarmouche's motherly gaze, and it was withering.

    "Tut, tut, tut!" The android clicked his tongue loudly, wagging a finger. "I have one rule in my house, babe, and that's 'positivity'. Say it with me now: pos-i-tiv-i-ty." Suffice to say, yeah - he don' figured out what was eating Miss D, and he didn't like it. But just as his facial features hardened (which was impressive, because metal), they quickly softened with a warm smile (also impressive). "Seriously, Di!" Scaramouche addressed her, hoping to break through. "You're too young for all that nihilism crap. You got your whole life ahead of ya - no doubt about it! - so don't sell yourself short, all right? Aaaaaanythin' can happen~! Why, look!" He pointed to the fluffy ding-bat that was Samael. "Though he clearly doesn't understand half the shit I say, he's still makin' attempts, ain't he? I'd say that's decent proof enough. And, another point in case, ya got the lovely opportunity to visit family in another Gamma, spooked suitors or no suitors. That's amazin'!" In case it wasn't clear, Scaramouche was a fellow who liked to think the glass was half-full. Hell, the robot was just happy for a glass.

    Also, Samael, no. Bad.
    Leave that poor Fourth Wall alone, baby!

    "And a sword...?" Holy toledo, this Clive was sounding like a real hoot at parties. Scaramouche cracked a dorky grin, "I almost feel sorry for the animals~!" He... wasn't a fan of hunting things for sport, at least not hapless critters, but wanted marks were fair game. In fact, the robot would even go out on a limb and say they were the most dangerous game. Ooh, how exciting~! ...Except, y'know, when you got outfoxed and left with only your head intact. Then it was just embarrassing.

    “Not in name, but the Gomez to her Morticia goes by Clive. They’re… An odd pair ta’ be fair, but they work well together.”

    "Aw, that's so cuuuuute~!" Coming as no surprise to anyone, Scaramouche was also a big romantic. So, when he heard things like the above, it just filled his processors with all manners of lovey-dovey ideas. "Different yet attractive~!" he sighed happily. "I don't know much about 'em - other than what you're tellin' me now, of course - but I hope your papa and mema have a wonderful, fulfillin' life together! It's the stuff of dreams, it is~! Wonder if they'd like to visit Gamma-X someday...?" If nothing else, the robot wanted to see Clive give Samael another knuckle-sandwich. Oh right, magic! Mustn't get too sidetracked. "You should hit up Fear!" Scaramouche suggested. Never thought he'd recommend the ghoul to anybody, but stranger things were known to happen. "He's at Kev's cottage right now, which is a liiiil' bit out of the way, b-but I'd be happy to escort you there if you'd like! If anyone can figure out what you're capable of, Miss D, it's him." And, uh... hopefully her stomach was agreeable on that day, 'cause boy, rancid dead things.

    Ke-chunk...! Ke-chunk...! Ke-chunk...!

    "He-lloooooo~! Did somebody make a house-call, because the Doctor is in~!"

    It was like a thousand fireworks went off in Scaramouche's head. "Adonis, you're uuuuuup~!" With a hop, skip, and a jump across the living room, the android immediately scooped Knock Out off his clunky pedes (or tried to, anyway) and smothered his immaculate face into a big ol' Scara-hug. "Mm~! You're lookin' beautifique as always, babe!" he laughed. "...Oh, but where are my manners? You're probably thirst-y~!"

    The android relinquished his hold and cleaned the Cybertronian up before meandering toward the fridge. "Knock Out, you remember Miss D and Sammy, don'tcha~?" Scaramouche asked with a humongous grin. He finagled with something out of view and withdrew a futuristic metal container - it was undoubtedly filled with Energon, a radioactive substance that had the robot's display crackling. "Well, they're back, baby, and they're hopefully here to stay~! I hope you remember Knock Out, too, Miss D. He certainly loved hostin' your b-day party! We should totally do it again sometime."
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    Post by Diana Ridley on Thu Jul 18, 2019 7:46 pm

    “I'd even wager you're mortal yourself; someone just ain't found a way, yet.”

    At this Samael actually looked… Insulted. His smile replaced with a frown that looked… Unnatural on his face. “I CANNOT DIE.” Of that he was fairly sure. Very sure. And then he had the gall to bring HIS Dear One into this. “OF COURSE IT IS INTEGRAL TO HER DEVELOPMENT.” Red started to creep into his yellow eyes. He wasn’t sure what this feeling was. It was… New. But he did not like it. He would rather not feel such a thing. The invasion of red into his vision stopped and started to recede at the mention of Scaramouche putting his foot up his ass. “...BUT THERE IS NO OPENING THERE.” He crossed his arms over his chest, his smile not having yet return.

    Diana blinked, mouth hung open just the slightest bit. For one thing she’d never seen Samael like that before. She’d seen him frown for short moments before but not for this long. But besides that… Sam had looked angry. His usually wide eyes had been narrowed to slits and his teeth looked a little sharper than usual. Though his apparent anger faded quickly, drowned out by his confusion. Scaramouche’s response to her brought a small smile back to her face. “Oh sug, you already are!” But oh, she was gonna get BAKIN’ soon. No one can resist Mema Ridley’s cobbler. no one. She rubbed her hands together eagerly (while sparing Sam a nervous glance, still frowning) and she grinned, fangs poking out once more. “Of course! S’always fun ta’ bake with friends!”

    Her smile faded a bit when Scaramouche fixed her with a look, THE look. One that could have easily come from her mother. She almost expected to hear ‘Diana Jeanette’, but thankfully that didn’t come. She ducked her head down and stared at her shoes, she rarely ever got into trouble or a talking to as a child so she wasn’t the best at handling it now. “Ah do appreciate Sam tryin’ ta’ better understand us, and Ah loved gettin’ ta’ see mah family! It’s just… It’s not about potential suitors or anythin’ of the like! Ah…” Diana groaned and felt the urge to drag her hands down her face, but that could ruin her makeup, so she tugged at her hair. “Ah thought Ah had a choice in life. Ah thought Ah had plans, but they were really just his.” She looked pointedly at Samael. “Mah whole life has just been what he wanted it ta’ be, and then Ah came here an’ Ah still don’t really have a choice. Ah been shipped around like some mismarked package three times now. It’s… Just kinda hard to feel like Ah have autonomy, or at least autonomy that really matters.” And that was it. The lack of choice she’d had in her life. Even now without Samael planning out every detail he still had a major impact on it. “Gosh, Ah really don’t mean ta’ sound like a Debby Downer or u-ungrateful an’ Ah didn’t mean ta’ bring the conversation down-” Diana let go of her hair and looked back at Scaramouche. “Ah’m sorry.” Above all that, she was scared that she was being insensitive to her friend. He'd been through a lot, and compared to him her life before must have seemed gilded.

    Samael looked between the android and the girl, his frown was getting the same type of treatment as his smiles usually got, that being that they got a little too big to be comfortable with. How do mortals break tension? This was tension, right? “...TO BE FAIR CLIVE ONLY USED THE SAFARI AS AN EXCUSE TO RETURN TO AFRICA.HE WAS EXPECTED TO BRING BACK ‘TROPHIES’, BUT DECIDED TO DO IT HIS OWN WAY.” There. People changed the subject of conversation when they wanted to break tension, right?

    “...They are cute, a little weird, but cute. Ah think they have had a pretty great life, yeah. They’re still happy and still lovey dovey. Well… Ah guess mema is lovey dovey in her own way? But papa is definitely the more outwardly affectionate of the two.” She couldn’t help but smile a bit. “Ah think they’d like Gamma-X. Though Ah think Papa Clarkson would challenge quite a few folks to a fight. He’s always loved a ‘good round of fisticuffs’.” As she quoted her grandpa she mimicked his accent, pretty decently too. “Oh! Well, Fear would probably be a good start, though Ah think we’d have ta’ call ahead…” She cringed a bit remembering how Livewire couldn’t stand to be near here, sure it was because she resembled someone from the little bots past, but it still made her feel a bit bad.

    "He-lloooooo~!"

    That was a voice she hadn’t expected to hear, but she was no less happy to hear it. Diana watched as Scaramouche affectionately greeted and hugged up on the Cybertronian. Were they… A thing? Then what had happened to-

    Oh.

    That was probably the rough time and high stress he’d mentioned earlier. She’d wondered, but she didn’t want to upset him any more than she already had. But, it was probably best that she not assume, you what assumptions do, after all. Diana fixed her hair a bit, why did she think pulling on it was any better than pulling her hands down her face? “Knock Out! Goodness! It’s so nice ta’ see ya’ again!” She flashed him a smile, her fangs sticking out again, and again once she noticed that her smile shrunk just enough to cover them back up. “Ah got caught up on the Star Wars movies! Not sure how Ah feel about some of ‘em… And those new Star Trek movies.” She crossed her arms over her chest as she glared off to the side. “Khan was supposed ta’ have charisma… And Ah dunno what universe that singularity thing makes any sense....” She grumbled to no one in particular. “There was, but it didn’t hold a candle to yours~”

    “OH. HELLO KNOCK OUT. I HAD ABSOLUTELY NO IDEA YOU WERE HERE FOR MOST OF OUR VISIT. EXCEPT THE FIRST FEW MINUTES IN WHICH YOU SPENT TIME WORKING ON YOUR APPEARANCE. THIS IS A SHOCKING DEVELOPMENT.” Sam said, fooling absolutely no one. Yes, he’d known all along. He had watched Knock Out spiffy himself up. He watched everything. His Dear One shot him a flat look. Finally he smiled again. “I HAVE NOT BEEN TO HEAVEN IN QUITE SOME TIME. MY BROTHER AZRIEL WAS QUITE UPSET WITH ME, SO I TRY TO AVOID HIM.” So he may have left his brother high and dry when he didn’t fulfil his supposed end of the bargain, was that really so bad?

    Diana rolled her eyes at the Fallen Angel. “Well a course Ah remember Knock Out! How could Ah forget such a handsome devil? And oh yes! We oughta do it again sometime soon!” She agreed
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    Post by Knock Out on Thu Jul 18, 2019 8:16 pm

    "Adonis, you're uuuuuup~!"

    What a card, acting as if he hadn't jogged the mech awake and given him the low-down on 'best behavior etiquette'. It was only due to aforementioned etiquette that Knock Out didn't call the robot out. He instead smiled, beaming as Scaramouche practically pole-vaulted across the room! Although the 'bot couldn't lift his heavy if 'shrunken down to human sized' self, the crimson mech humored him by standing up onto his tiptoes. "Had to catch up on my beauty sleep, don't you know~?" Knock Out lilted, tilting his helm this way and that to accentuate the shiny plating that made up his helm. He relaxed ever so slightly into the hug, arms wrapping around the robot to give him a friendly hug as he basked in the affection and compliments. "I strive for no less!" Mm, beautifique! What an amazing word! Releasing the robot from his hug, Knock Out let out a dramatic sigh. "Oh, I'm parched." Nothing builds up a thirst like waiting to make a grand entrance.

    "How could I forget someone who had a birthday party at my little business? Let alone one showing Star Wars!" Samael was a different case, but the mech was supposed to be minding his manners! "Oh, they're back? You don't say." Knock Out snarked playfully, rolling his optics at Diana. What a silly robot! Ooh, but that Energon though...

    While he waited for Scaramouche to return with his drink, Knock Out's attention shifted to Diana pleasantly. "Lovely to see you too. What happened, exactly?" He'd caught enough snippets to gather that she'd been spirited away, but... How? Why? And where? And why was she back...? Such questions almost came spilling out, but he was thankfully distracted by pop culture. "I liked the third prequel movie. The other two were...eh. And there aren't enough robots in the newest one for me. And no robots in the Star Trek movies at all! Zero stars!" How lame. Organics really did have the monopoly on movies, unfortunately...! "Khan also wasn't a British man, hm hm hm~!" He 'helpfully' reminded, chuckling deeply at the implications. Ah, Earth politics and cultural faux pas were so needlessly complicated.  Shooting the woman ye olde finger guns, the Cybertronian winked his approval. "Ding, ding, ding! That's the right answer! You get a prize~."

    “OH. HELLO KNOCK OUT. I HAD ABSOLUTELY NO IDEA YOU WERE HERE FOR MOST OF OUR VISIT. EXCEPT THE FIRST FEW MINUTES IN WHICH YOU SPENT TIME WORKING ON YOUR APPEARANCE. THIS IS A SHOCKING DEVELOPMENT.”

    ...

    Very subtly, Knock Out moved his door arms to cover his entire torso to block it from the angel's view. "You were watching me...?" How creepy! And yet... After a moment's consideration, any unease melted off of the mech as he shifted, no longer hiding his body and instead standing proud! Strong! "Why, of course you were! Even an angelic being knows true beauty when he sees it! No one can blame you for being unable to tear your gaze away!" Still not a fan, but Knock Out always loved a chance to preen and fawn over himself! Still an awkward thing though, as the mech's wordplay went swoosh, right over his head. One would think a halo would prevent such a thing. He stared back, waiting as if for a sign that Samael was kidding. None ever came. "...Ah ha." Geez...

    Good thing Diana could pick up the slack from that weirdo! Handsome devil~! Handsome devil~! The black kibble along his shoulders flapped like a pair of wings. With a wide grin, Knock Out turned to look at Scaramouche with the excitement of a child who'd just won a giant prize. "She called me a handsome devil~!" Yep yep yep, his ego was getting a good scrubbing today~!

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