do you hear the bells?

“Aye? I’ve ne’er met ‘im personally, but I ‘ear ‘e were a swell fella, aside from the whole….. ya know.”

“Oi!” Seeeeeeeeeeeeeeecret!!!!!!!!!!!

You echo Magistrate’s concern. You don’t like watching this. It feels familiar in a terrible way. It reminds you of the cat.

“... you’re sure you want me there?”

<-> yeah. i’ll... i’m on standby. i’ve got ada ready.

* don’t think so either. i’ve got the story looking in.

“unfortunately, your lack of belief does little to dent the population of angels.” Judge stares back, unblinking, because he’s a skeleton without eyelids. Was that a slip of the tongue, ‘immortality’? He’s not quite sure, but there’s a shrug and a smile.

... The distant feeling of someone determined is there, and then fades.

Hurricane blinks, seed-45? He doesn’t like the thought of 44 more beings like him. Are they all this conflicted? Do they even understand what’s going on? Before he could ask questions his eye flicks up to mags, he did jump a little! You would as well! Don’t lie! As mags spoke of his title, Hurricane chuckles, my that is a mouthful.

“Yes, mags is way easier.” He smiles, he supposed he could use his other title more often. Mr. H. Although he does get big hershel vibes from the ‘mr’. “Ah well, no harm in trying.” He watched mags approach, sitting infront of him. “Hey I actually like green, I just don’t wear it much because people tell me I look like a Christmas tree when I do!”

There have been many before him, though none reached the destructive potential that Hurricane attained. Though one of them was responsible for damn near taking out someone with godlike power... fascinating how this corruption worked.

“agreed. and i like things easy. means i don’t have to exert myself. a typical sans like me, we’re just really tired. any of us who aren’t -- they’re outliers.” He sticks his hands in his pockets and seems to slump, a careful warmth around him. 

“I suppose i could think of a name other than hurricane, I was never one for mouthfuls of words.” Hurricane smiles up at him, best not ruin the moment. He does notice the relaxed stance on mags. Trust. It felt nice after all these years. “I’m sure judge already has a name for me, yes? Let me guess, Massive Prick.” He grins, snickering into his hand.

“Well I must say, you don’t look a day over 200” Hurricane scoots over, patting a spot on the floor next to him. Come sit! Come sit next to big goopy man! “Would you like me to lay my coat down for you, good sir?”

“nah, you’re one of the many abnormalities out there. he does call you seed-45, though.” A sigh, a shrug, a slump. “full name’s a bit of a mouthful, honestly. well, full title, actually.” Abruptly he spreads his two wings, and red burns in one socket -- it’s almost a jumpscare.

“i am the second arm of he who judges, the hands that hold the scales and the eye that weighs the sins. i am magistrate, the one who stands behind dijudicate, He Who Judges and is To Judge.” ... His wings fold back again and his magic dies back down. “but i just go by mags. i get what you mean by mouthfuls.”

He chuckles at him, this was nice! Look at them! Getting along!! “It’s honestly been so long since I’ve had this much clarity.” The thought of falling back into that void scares me. Hurricane sighed, reaching up to rub at the mask covering the left side of his face.

“I know you aren’t judge, and in a way, I’m not Alfendi.” A similarity. But his tone is appreciated none the less. “Puns? Really now?” He chuckles again, a happy rumble from his chest. “And please! I’m hardly a kiddo!! I’m 40 years old!”

40 years. Time flies huh?

“mm, yeah.” Way to drag the mood down, man. Mags just shifts his weight a bit before tucking his wings back behind himself -- a clear sign he won’t be able to immediately attack with them, so it’s a sign of trust.

“i’m aware of that. development, passing time, everything.” He pops his neck, despite not needing to. “names die off, replaced with something more fitting. i sure don’t go by ‘sans’ anymore for sure.” 

Magistrate shrugs at the pun accusation. “yeah? judge barely does them anymore. i feel like i gotta carry the torch. and yeah, you’re a kiddo to me. we’re over four hundred years old. five hundred? we lost track.”

“Mmm, I understand that.” Hurricane sits down, his legs crossing and he rests his head on his palms. His hair rests gently against his back. “Have I ranked in enough good boy points?” He sneered, but under the negative tone was a playful one.

Though.

He does seem to be ignoring the topic of what’s happening on his blog. Does he not know what’s going on? “Also before you get all uppity, I’m not going to fight. I’m too tired for that today.” Please understand would you? Don’t make me spell it out now.

“you get a free conversation from ‘em, if you want to redeem your good boy points,” Mags humors him gently. “oops, too late. looks like i’ll be taking those points now. oh well. you can earn them back with more good behavior.”

Two wings manifest behind him, but oddly enough, they’re a bright and cheerful-looking red.