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[monkeycrap]

The night falls and the guards still haven't found you. Lucky! Try to keep it that way.

The people who went to the city should be back soon and then you can hit the road in the morning. That's the plan, right?

[ mission: keep quiet. ]

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[wears]

My boss? Boy, you are clueless.

[hands on her hips, she flips her hair behind her shoulder, still shaking off drops of that acid holy water off her skin. Eugh.]

Where's your friend? It's him I want to talk to, not you.

[sawedoff]

[well get ready for another splash gorgeous cus he's tired of your shit. your makeup is gonna smear.]

Don't screw with me, okay? I mean, I've had a long week, and there were..there were monkeys, and the last thing I need is some evil skank on a power trip. If you want out of there, you're gonna do it my way.

[wears]

[AUGH MY PERFECT MAKEUP]

Screw with you? Trust me, darling, I want nothing to do with you or your precious little crew. It's one miserable soul I'm after, one you don't even like, so cut the crap. Stop pretending you're his friend. Did you know he tried to kill you? It's true. [she tips her chin triumphantly.] He wanted me to make you drown.

[sawedoff]

[shifts position when she just keeps going and has to roll his eyes at the attempt to get him to flip, because really. she gave the guy that hates him seven wishes, do we not automatically assume he didn't try to kill him with one]

Tell me something I couldn't figure out on my own.

[tosses the empty holy water canteen back at his bag and starts in on the first lines of the exorcism chant. let's just get this over with satan, go home]

[wears]

You really think this deal is so bad. [she's talking over his chanting, making sure he's hearing her.] Do you know why your darling little friend Clara returned. I bet you thought it was all you, didn't you.

[she doesn't even have to tell him any of this. the chant won't work. she's just irritated.]

[sawedoff]

[he's not unfamiliar with demons petty attempts to scrape their way out of getting turned into a blackened smear on the floor, so he just keeps going on his merry exorcisty way when she interrupts him, it isn't until she mentions clara that he trips up over a satanica, annoyed at himself for it]

--What?

[i mean, no, he pretty much thought it was all her. well, hook and her.]

[wears]

Another pirate acquaintance of yours. She wanted you to forgive her, apparently, for Clara's tragic little death. So she came to me.

[actually the Devil walked up to Isabela.]

It was quite sweet of her.

You're welcome, by the way.

[sawedoff]

[drops his hands and blinks with some manner of indignation. he has to do a little head shake double take to even process what she said]

Isabela fed her soul to the dogs for Clara?

[that doesn't even make sense, she went along with the whole thing without saying a damn word. he's not going to feel bad about it. you can't make him feel bad about ditching her]

[wears]

Quite tragic, now that you think about it, isn't it.

[sawedoff]

[takes a step back and wipes a hand at his face while his back is turned. nope. she still got what was coming to her. you can't break my stride stupid satan]

Doesn't change the fact you're not going anywhere until you cough up the contract. His soul's a junker anyway, what's it to you.

[turned back to her, but it's that kind of half lidded dead inside negotiating you can tell he's Just Not That Into It]

[wears]

It's mine. We have a deal. It's time I get what I want.

[sawedoff]

Yeah well we don't always get what we want.

[like hook. too bad about his soul. he gave it the token effort, good old college try. resumes reading off exorcism script, etc. somethings gotta give]

[wears]

[crosses arms

nothing is happening

can she go now]

[sawedoff]

[where is the smoke. and theatrics. why aren't you spitting pea soup.]

...That was anticlimactic.

[sawedoff]

[shifts on his feet again. wat do. that's your standard demon ticket to hell. why no work. accusatory glare]

What the hell are you?

[wears]

[Hands on her hips, pursing her lips unpleasantly, she leans forward and practically hisses:] I'm the Devil, you disgusting little maggot.