can't seem to find our state of grace

[tryingitall]

Who: Balthazar and OPEN
What: Exploring and chatting.
When: Day 54
Where: All over the place, but eventually the bar and House 11. Encounter him anywhere you like.
Warnings: Probably none, will update if that changes.


Balthazar's not sure whether to be optimistic about this brave new world or not. There's no question but that certain individuals here are a threat. Raphael and Lucifer? Scary. Whatever's got them all trapped here? Also scary. At the moment, though, the weather is fairly pleasant, there's no looming apocalypse, planned or otherwise, and even the demons here seem to be, if not civil, at least tolerable.

Probably the other shoe will drop before long, but until then he's going to try to enjoy himself.

Hence the search for the bar he hears is around somewhere. He circles through streets, looking over houses, buildings, and...hmm. Rubble. That's a little worrisome. But not too far off he finds what he was looking for, and slips curiously through the doors.

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[foundacause]

"Glad we see eye to eye. I'd really hate to have to kill you after we've been getting along so nicely. Isn't it so much better when all the little boys and girls play nice together and hold hands?"

And technically she has the weaponry to kill him, of course, he could smite her from across the room before she ever got the chance to get close enough, but hey, details.

[tryingitall]

"Sure, sure. No killing." He shrugs distractedly and goes back to the scotch. "Are you planning on killing anyone else, just out of curiosity?"

He's wondering how her and Dean are getting along, but that's really Castiel's problem, not his.

[foundacause]

"Crowley will get what's coming to him one day. Other than that? No. As shaming as that is to admit, I'm kind of content not to go around murdering everyone. Of course, if Raphael or Lucifer were to spontaneous combust - I wouldn't be shedding any tears."

Meg and Dean called a truce and then she snogged him, it's a good working relationship all things considered.

[tryingitall]

"Only met Crowley the once, so I see no reason to interfere there. I think we'll get along just fine, then." He's downed about a third of the scotch already, and pauses to frown at the remainder pensively.

"I suppose I should offer to share this, as you're the one who got it out for me."

[foundacause]

"Lucky. I wish I had only met the smarmy bag of dicks once. Even once is too many times in my opinion." He makes her skin crawl and want to stab him in the face repeatedly.

She arches a brow and moves from her bar stool to swipe the bottle from him, taking a long swig. "Sharing and caring. Love it."

[tryingitall]

Hey, now, he didn't actually offer yet! But if there's not enough liquor in the place to get him as drunk as he'd like to be, he may as well pretend his tolerance is human-ish and go halfsies. He watches her drink with a mildly forlorn expression. "It's possible I owe him for being a thorn in Castiel's side...but I want to hear Castiel's opinion on that before I jump into trouble."

That, and Balthazar would always rather finish trouble--or avoid it entirely--than start it.

[foundacause]

Uh, hello, demon. She didn't need to be offered things, she will always just take whatever she wants. It comes with the territory of being a demon.

"Just be gentle with the little tree=topper 'kay? He's a little bit fragile." Or maybe she's just overly protective.

[tryingitall]

Oh, well, fair enough. He can't criticize anyone for stealing with a straight face any more.

"He didn't seem...fragile." Frown. "But then I only spoke to him over the network. I'll do my best." It won't be easy. There are unresolved issues between them.

He sighs and leans against the counter. "But I wouldn't want to make things worse for him."

[foundacause]

"He's better than he was." He was a broken little mess. Poor little guy. Like a delicate glass vase dropped onto the floor. And now? The pieces had been stuck back together somewhat. Actually, Meg's pretty sure his mind is sound again now, but she still feels protective over him.

He's her unicorn.

"He's kind of unique, isn't he?"

[tryingitall]

It hurts to hear that, but he's not looking to weep on Meg's shoulder. Balthazar leans over and makes a swipe to grab the scotch bottle back. "He's unique for an angel. Yes. Very much so. Of all of us, he's the last I ever expected to rebel, because he was always so single-minded. Now I think maybe I just never realized he was devoted to a higher ideal than the rest of us."

[foundacause]

"I've said it before and I'll say it again - most angels are dicks." It is true. It is a fact she'd gladly stick by.

"So, never thought good little soldier Castiel would stand up against his big bully brothers and an absent daddy? He's pretty cute when he's bad."

[tryingitall]

"He's a rebel with too many causes, is what he is. I tried, once, to get him to drop it all and enjoy himself, but he never listens to me." He swallows another substantial measure of scotch, then sets the bottle between them, within her reach.

"I don't think he realized at the time how absent Daddy was. Makes it all the more interesting."

[foundacause]

She takes the bottle and takes another long drink from it. "Really? Cas? You can picture him just letting go and enjoying the finer points of humanity?" Sex, drugs, alcohol and the wayward angel? It would be like watching a car crash in slow motion.

"Daddy dearest is a bit of a jerk too."

[tryingitall]

"Well, I didn't expect him to move into an opium den, but I sort of hoped..." He shakes his head. Never mind, that's a depressing topic.

"How do you know Daddy's a jerk? I'm not disputing the claim, but if you've met Him, I want the story."

[foundacause]

"I can't say I've met the big man face to face. But I know enough about him to know he's a major jerk who ran out on everyone." If she had met him it would make a great story - God and the Demon.

[tryingitall]

"Maybe." Balthazar sighs, resting his chin in his hand. "Or maybe He just lied to the archangels about the Big Plan. From what I hear tell, He'd preferred humans ever since they came into being. Might be that angels and demons and monsters are just supposed to die off and leave the planet to them."

[foundacause]

"As long as the archangels and monsters die first so the rest of us can have a party on their corpses." What? She's still a demon at heart. She likes chaos and destruction when the time is right.

"Especially the archangels - I get they're your family, but really, they are all dicks."

[tryingitall]

"They weren't always like that. I'm still not sure why things changed the way they did. Seems like God would have seen that happening in advance."

He raises an eyebrow at her. "However, I did get the impression you're not that fond of other demons. Or is it Crowley alone that's on your shit list?"

[foundacause]

"I can't say I'm exactly loved up with the other demons. But Crowley has his own special category of loathing. And he's going to get what's coming to him even if it kills me."

Hey, maybe one day she can become the Queen of Hell, herself. Wouldn't that be nice?

[tryingitall]

Everyone needs ambitions. Balthazar can't say as he'd begrudge her the queenship of Hell, as long as he doesn't have to go there. "Ah, the difference between contempt and utter loathing. Understood."

He tips another mouthful of scotch down his throat and offers her the bottle. "Cheers, then. To a dubious past and an uncertain future."

[foundacause]

"Cheers." She takes the bottle from him and downs the remainder of the bottle, settling the empty bottle back on the bar.

"Well, I think I'm going to head on home and check on my angel, my hunter and my sabre-tooth." She presses a kiss to his cheek. "Later, tater."

[tryingitall]

He nods amiably, although he looks like he's about to ask what the hell she means by 'sabre-tooth'. The kiss interrupts him, and he breaks into a small smile. "See you around, then. Tell the boys I said hello."

[foundacause]

No doubt he'll find out soon enough. Bernice, the sabre kitten is often out around the cape with either Cas or Meg.

"I'll be sure to give them your love." She walks towards the door, giving a wiggle of her fingers in a wave as she leaves.