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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[shesamarshmallow]

"Yeah, we are not going to be that lucky. Powdered milk went the way of the dodo a while ago." She jerks her thumb to the side and makes a raspberry sound, but though the gestures are sharp enough, her thoughts are distant. Could Carter really have meant it as a ploy? That would be almost clever.

Veronica hates it when she people she hates are clever.

"So... foot soldier. What kind of fighting did you see? Where you a sergeant? A major foot soldier? Should I start saluting you whenever you come or go?"

[tryingitall]

"And I assume there are no friendly dairy cows in town to visit? That's going to be awkward before long." He supposes he could beg Gabriel to whip up a few cases of powdered milk and egg if it becomes essential. Maybe make a show of finding it somewhere.

That's a concern for later, though. Much later.

"Please don't salute. Ever." Eyeroll. "Too much fighting, that's the kind I saw. Primarily I was in charge of keeping equipment. I was a lieutenant, I suppose."

[shesamarshmallow]

"Are you okay with one-finger salutes? Because I'm starting to feel like you're attempting to restrict my freedom of expression. Not that I'd- you know. Thanks for your work?" Wow. Somehow, she pictured this going differently in her head.

"Sorry. I don't know many soldier-types. Assholes, though. I've met assholes. My fair share and then some. If you're not like them, I'd rather have lieutenants."

Okay, Veronica, time to shut up and concentrate on baking. Try to get them to bake upright this time. None of that a-little-to-the-left nonsense.

Baking with water. This'll be fun.

[tryingitall]

Blinkblink. He's not sure if that's a joke or a genuinely hostile expression out of nowhere, but by the end of the sentence he concludes it's more or less the former and laughs, quietly but wholeheartedly.

"You can flip me the bird any time you feel so inclined. It wouldn't be the first time and it won't be the last. And I'm afraid I can't promise you I'm not an asshole. You'll have to decide for yourself."