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phone;

[angelic_asshole]

Hello, is this the angel Beelzebub? Sorry, I haven't got time to make my usual entrance it's just that I'm, well--I'm building a bar and I'd like to get my hands on some angel-strength booze. I've been told by a little bird or two within the Nexus that you brew such gut rot.

Of course, you and the other angels are invited to my new joint the "Angel's Retreat" once it's up and running. Do you like it? I thought the name was rather catchy. Anyway, I'm Balthazar, or the other one? I know there's another of me around here somewhere. I should have introduced myself first, shouldn't I?

So yes, booze. Think you can help a fellow angel out?

Re: phone;

[hesperussword]

He's hazy and waking up from a lot of drinking when he gets the call. He recognizes the voice and just mumbles sounds of agreement to the beginning. However, that introduction wakes him full up.

"Other Balthazar?" Beelzebub glances around wide eyed wondering if Lucifer knows. "Wait... Are you fucking with me? Lucifer's probably there laughing after that booze he gave me last night."

[angelic_asshole]

"Yes, the other one. You know. The newer version if you like."

Would Bee get it? The angel was rolling his eyes slightly at the other angel's obvious confusion through his own drunken stupor. But then Balthazar could relate to that all too often waking up to phone calls when he'd gotten trashed the night before.

"I am not fucking with you, love. Trust me. I just want some of that angel hooch to sell at my new bar I'm opening up. It's on the Plaza, you can't miss it."

Perhaps the penny will drop soon enough.

[hesperussword]

"Other one..." Beelzebub repeats it again, more slowly.

The request though gets a little more wakefulness. "You want to sell? That has to come from the king. You're asking the wrong angel."

Now he feels surly about being woken up for no reason.

[angelic_asshole]

Asking the wrong angel. Right. So, it wasn't this blacksmith he should be asking at all it seemed. Odd. Didn't this angel have stocks? Balthazar would have to ask the main man regarding the state of the famed angel gut rot. To the villa he would go.

"Right, well, I won't waste anymore of your time. Maybe you can go back to hammering things."

A sassy remark and the angel finished the conversation with Bee and decided to teleport to the villa and find the famed "king." A moment later and Balthazar was standing outside the rather luxurious residence just taking in the Roman-Greco deco. Very nice indeed.

"Hello? I can't seem to find a bell so I am assuming I can summon your kingly-ness all by myself?"

He stood with his hands tucked in his jeans pockets as he stepped inside the rather grand entrance.

[the_rebel_son]

"I need a drink."Beelzebub mumbles and it sounds very much like he has just dropped the device he was on and walked away.

Lucifer feels the call of the angel as soon as he appears. Any angel would have an easy time contacting him but Balthazar, and apparently any one would do, has him up and moving.

He comes in looking like he has has as rough of a night as Beelzebub sounded. Lucifer is in a long dragon brocade robe when he shuffles into the audience chamber that is open to the outside. Even his wings look a little rumpled.

"Why did you not just come to bed instead of calling me out here?" He's bee lining for Balthazar but groggy and still feeling drunk from the night before he hasn't realized it is the wrong one.

[angelic_asshole]

Well now, wasn't this a surprise of sorts? Balthazar just stood rooted to the spot, casually allowing his eyes to grace over the form of the "king." Lucifer. A furrowed brow now appeared on his face as he watched the other angel closely. He was handsome for sure yet the confusion was obvious and this caused the younger angel to fight back a snigger which threatened to erupt from his throat.

"Oh, well I suppose I could have jumped into bed but I saw that as a little presumptuous considering the circumstances here. I'm here to procure some bottles of your lovely angel booze for my new bar opening up on the Plaza."

As for sleeping with the host? That was very presumptuous. Also, unwise. Poor Jack. He could never sleep with Lucifer over his fuck puppy. The man was everything to him. Patch 'an all.

[the_rebel_son]

Lucifer is really out of it, which speaks to Beelzebub's state and the extreme quiet of a home filled with angels. There were others far worse off than he was.

"You know where it is." He reaches out to touch Balthazar and it is like a proximity alarm. Lucifer is suddenly brightly aware, mood shifting and wary. "Who the hell are you?"

His hand pulls back as his gaze turns intense, reading the grace. It's so familiar and yet absolutely and completely wrong.

[angelic_asshole]

This was bound to happen. Of course it was. Lucifer assumed this version of Balthazar was his just by glancing at the angel waltzing into his impressive abode. Yet, the touch was off. So was the whole aura between the two men. Balthazar could feel it.

"I'm Balthazar. The other one I suppose you could say. The newer version anyway. This must all seem very confusion to you and it is, yet I live with a man called Jack and he's my lover, just as the Balthazar you know is very dear to you."

He hoped this was making some sense as he shoved both hands in his pockets and offered Lucifer a shy smirk. Would the man even acknowledge him and offer him the booze? Or had he pissed the devil off in a way by causing the embarrassment on his part? He partly hoped the angel would see reason. Pulling one hand out of his pockets, he ran a hand through his dirty blond hair.

[the_rebel_son]

Lucifer quirks a brow and then starts laughing. "It is good I did not simply appear behind you as I would my king." Yes, the other Balthazar had been elevated up to King of Hell and how often his own Balthazar had told him he was unlike the demons or Lucifer in his own creation.

"Your lips are not as nice as his." Lucifer winks at the other angel. One thing this Lucifer excels at is disarming others and he rarely gets heated over honest mistakes. In this case, partially his own. "Though I am certain Jack would argue with me given the chance."

Lucifer isn't sure who Jack is but imagines that Balthazar, even an alternative one, must have a similar taste in the rebellious, overconfident, and proud. A momentary curiosity passes as he wonders if he would get along with this angel's partner or if his own Balthazar would become friends with this one.

"You should try want you are interested in selling." Lucifer turns and starts to walk back the way he came from but the glance as he begins moving is certainly an invitation to come along. "It has been the kind of night that only the hair of the dog might be able to help cope with."

There's mirth and humor in Lucifer this morning despite the raging hangover threatening to cause him to grouch.

[angelic_asshole]

That got a quirk of the angel's brow at the sheer audacity of Lucifer's comment regarding Balthazar's lips. If this angel wanted sass then he shall receive it. Yet, he had to be careful not to go too far since the booze was what he came to procure and not a lashing of the devil's tongue.

"Don't knock what you haven't tried, love."

He knew very well that Jack appreciated his lips very much so among other parts of his angelic body also. A steely gaze and Balthazar wasn't budging, nor was he going to be intimidated by his host. Did he have to make a bargain to procure the booze? Perhaps that wouldn't be the case after all.

Sensing Lucifer's hangover and the way he held himself a quip was already waiting to slip off Balthazar's tongue any second, as he walked behind his host.

"Long night was it?"

[the_rebel_son]

Lucifer laughs quiely, good natured, charming and friendly. "You could have lips that would make God quake and it would have nothing on mine. Surely with someone you would mention to a stranger you know how love changes the sensuality of someone's lips."


Lucifer actually shifts his body and wings to allow Balthazar to walk beside him in the wide hallway as he heads toward the kitchen. "Long hours of debate that required too much booze and a lover who placated my annoyance with work with even more drink and delightfully, too much activity."

Yes, it was word play but he assumes, like his own, this Balthazar can't be too divergent at the core though details may not remain true. As they walked throught the villa he took them into the kitchen.

"Which are you interested in?" Lucifer asks turning slightly more to business though the charming sort of friendliness doesn't abate.

[angelic_asshole]

"I do understand where you're coming from. No doubt your bond towards your lover is as strong as the universe itself. The same can be said about my love to Jack."

Balthazar could feel the man always inside him, holding his heart and not letting go. The patch, hair and his laughter causing the angel to feel so grateful that the lost puppy was now part of his life. Glancing around at the vast, expansive kitchen, Balthazar whistled slightly. Well now, didn't these angels live in luxury. In fact the whole villa was one damn pleasure palace in his eyes. The fact that he was currently residing within Lucifer's kitchen? It was an honour.

"Loving the kitchen, love. As for what I'm interested in? Mostly whiskey, scotch, that sort of thing. I do love a bottle or five or champagne too."

Dial-a-prayer

[knightgallant]

[Wherever Beelzebub is, he'll feel a familiar warm presence tugging at his Grace in the form of a prayer.]

Haia, Beelzebub. Do you know when you're going to be home tonight?

[hesperussword]

A few minutes pass of nothing and then the burst of fire as Beelzebub appears. He's in his council clothing, the deep, red cloak across his back a signal that he was in some debate or another.

"I can be here now, if you want. The debate in Chaos will not be ending soon."

[knightgallant]

The sudden and unexpected appearance of the angel makes Galahad jump a little and nearly drop the mug in his hands. He manages to salvage the liquid inside, and then places it safely down on a nearby table as he turns to meet Beelzebub. The knight wasn't expecting the other man home for a few hours, but now is just as good of a time as any to ask him what he wants to.

"That's well, as I've good news." And a question that might end up a bit thorny, but good news first! Galahad turns a bright smile on the angel. "I went home to my family's keep today; We can travel to Albion any time this week to visit them that pleases us. My father is there as well, so I could introduce him, my mother, and my sisters to you." And vice versa. Exciting!!

[hesperussword]

Beelzebub chuckles at the startle but is also tense and ready to catch the mug if it is dropped. He wasn't expecting this news and he's happy to hear, even if it means spending a long period of time as a female.

"The court is quieting after the arrival of the celestials. I can travel when you're ready." Of course, Raguel and Lucifer were still at each other but there were plenty of angels that could deal with them if they got too violent. He would also need to pack a few things but travel could be as soon as the next morning if he was realistic.

[knightgallant]

With the Celestial angels having made their appearance, the knight genuinely couldn't be sure if now were a good time for Beelzebub to leave or not. That he can and also seems eager brings a brightness to Galahad's demeanor. Bringing the angel to the house of du Lac is the first true step to the entire process of introducing him to the Court of Camelot and offering him as a marriage prospect to the future king, so the importance can't be understated.

"What about two days from now? The door to Albion only moves once every two weeks, so we'll be able to find it easily."

[hesperussword]

Beelzebub, despite is continued though reducing discomfort with being female, is curious about the world where Galahad lives. He knows it isn't his Earth and wonders about the difference.

"That will be enough time." Beelzebub does have some things to get into order before leaving. "Your door moves?"

That is a surprise to the angel. Theirs has never moved from where it emerged.

[knightgallant]

"Aye. It's why I always have to plan when I go back and when I return carefully," the knight explains. "It likes to appear in the castle town more often than not, but once every few months it will always bring the traveler to one of the forests in Albion." Which proved rather surprising and a bit inconvenient until the knight learned how to track when the door was likely to appear far outside Camelot.

"Once it brought me to an unfriendly camp, so 'tis important we choose our traveling week wisely." Which, he's pretty sure this week is okay, and even if it isn't, both of them will be there to face whatever kind of possible confrontation might happen should they intrude upon a camp or town that's enemy to Arthur.

[hesperussword]

"I didn't know the portals shifted around." Beelzebub hadn't considered the nature of other people's portals. Instead he assumed they were more or less reasonably similar and stable. The idea that theirs might shift and lead to somewhere outside of Chaos where God or Michael could discover this place had Beelzebub frowning deeply.

He's ready to travel either way. He has a good sense of direction and if it is truly a very Christian place, Camelot should be easy for him to navigate towards. "I should learn this pattern too so we don't arouse suspicion."

And by we, he meant the other angels. It was possible others would come or need to find him in a hurry. He hoped that wouldn't be the case but you never know.

[knightgallant]

"I can show you the records I've kept." It took a while to get enough data to pull them together, but Galahad feels confident about the conclusions he's drawn since. "But I know the day we travel will have us fall within a few miles of the castle town of Camelot. 'Tis about two day's travel from there by horse to Castle Corbenic," he explains. Beelzebub could get them there instantly, of course, but if asked the knight would say that that it could be helpful for them to arrive in a more predictable way-- to start, anyway. His mother and father know he has a prospect who is powerful beyond human imagining, but the full details of the scope of Beelzebub's past and abilities aren't known to them yet.

Explaining even that much took finesse that the knight doesn't have in spades, so he truly can't predict how further conversations of that kind will go once they arrive. He has high hopes, though.

[hesperussword]

Beelzebub waved off the offer. "I don't need them. Do many of the portals move?"

He felt the need to tell Lucifer of this immediately. What if theirs moved where God could access it? He didn't let that linger but it was enough to bring him full sober and get his attention. Even so, he is excited to be finally moving forward with their plans. It is enough to elicit a strong hug from the angel.

"Would it be appropriate to bring a gift for your family?" He's not sure about their world but in Greece any visitation would have gifts of hospitality. Beelzebub has little other experience with visiting nobility of other human cultures, aside from some very tribal Germans and Celts which probably wouldn't apply to a family in a castle.

[knightgallant]

"I have heard a few people mention it, but I don't think it common." Knowing Beelzebub and the angels' continuous concern about God's intrusion as intimately as he does, it doesn't take a huge leap for Galahad to guess why this new information is holding the angel's attention. He lays a soft touch on the other man's arm. "Are you going to try and safeguard your door to keep it in place?"

The question about gifts is a good one. It's too early for Beelzebub to offer some sort of dowry (which is an ironic enough thought in itself for the knight, when the angels have the status and power they do), but he knows his parents would appreciate a gift greatly. The big hug that Beelzebub wraps him up in brings a grin to Galahad's face, and also gives him a moment to really consider the question. When he parts from their embrace, his expression is almost comically pensive. "A gift of food or ale would please my father well. Castle Corbenic lies far to the north of Albion, and a cache of fish is a rare thing to come by around this time of year." Galahad smiles slightly at the thought. Although Lancelet is an important knight, his appetites have always been simple in all ways except music and lovers. "The Nexus market would have much that would impress anyone from Albion. My kin also love music; My father used to play the lyre."

[hesperussword]

"I will have to talk to my brothers before leaving." Beelzebub didn't know how long that would take but the safety of the Nexus had to come before their trip. However, Belial would likely have ideas about how to fix the portal in place before he even finished explaining the problem.

Beelzebub listens closely to the list but his mind is working on the possibilities. "Why would I go to the market? Everyone in my family are craftsmen."

He would have to make the requests tonight, but he had a list. His mind is on what to bring along. "I should have an entourage? A guard and a lady in waiting? Do I need anything else?"

Beelzebub is lost in deep thought, partially because this is sort of sudden but he's excited.