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   ”Well, I’d try.” There’s nothing better to do with your last nights of freedom, anyway. “Nothing wrong with pretending to, is there?” After she got married, there weren’t many celebrations. Just being shown off. Then again, she could hardly complain about the lifestyle. “Try to! It’s not like you’ll have opportunities afterwards.”

"Pretending to have fun? What is the point?" Fun was reserved for those who had something to be happy about. Perhaps she should be happy, this would give her a higher status, secure her role in the eigth circle as its future Duchess of Thieves. "What do you mean by afterwards?"

“Clearly they did not.” Perhaps their earlier plan of hiding as literally in the shadows as they could manage would have been easier, but the vantage point is better here - even if the conversation is not. Staring away from her, they locate Lucifer in the crowd, barely narrow their eyes. “Perhaps next time they could send someone worth my time.” Miczariel is, and what happened was through no fault of her own; but there’s little point to talking about her to those who wouldn’t care. “Most agree with you.” It does get difficult when there’s a few empty months with no-one to lead the reapers, but Kokabel loves to insist she can. “Like always.” Turning their gaze back on her, they cant their head an inch. “Are you here just to wish that I had died, or did you have another reason?”

"I'm here because I am your daughter-in-law, Samael." A wide, forced grin grows on her face. "You act as if my presence offends you. I am not here to wish you had died, now that would just be heartless of me." Smirking, she folds her arms. She had been called the term before, and it contrasted greatly to when she was young; then she had been the Duchess with too kind a heart. Despite everything between her and Samael, she preferred the Reaper greatly to her partner and father-in-law. At least with Samael she could have a stimulating conversation, even if it was just them biting at each other's throats. "Who would be worth your time, Samael? Hypothetically speaking. I hear you have some extrodinarily tough reapers."

1. What is one thing others might find intolerable about them? 2. Do they have any annoying quirks? If so, what are they? 3. Name one or more of their bad habits. 4. Any addictions? (Food, sex, drugs/alcohol, shopping, power/control, etc.) 5. What is one thing they do that can negatively affect their relationship with friends? 6. Their romantic relationships? 7. What is the biggest mistake they’ve ever made? 8. What mistake(s) do they continue to make/have not learned from? 9. Name some of their major physical shortcomings. 10. Some of their emotional shortcomings? 11. What are their intellectual shortcomings? 12. At least one thing that they tend to overreact to. 13. In what ways might they be overly negative and/or pessimistic? 14. Is there anything they are too optimistic about? 15. How might they be ignorant or prejudiced? 16. Do they have any behaviors and/or beliefs that cannot be adequately justified? 17. When would they be too judgmental of someone or something? 18. Are they ever a pushover about something? If so, how? 19. Is there anything they refuse to budge on? What are they stubborn about? 20. What is a self-inflicted misery of theirs? (i.e. something they perpetuate themselves)

It may have been too much to hope that after unceremoniously having an angel blade stuck in their back they could stay out of sight in the corner of the meeting chambers. So blame them - they’re paranoid, and Lucifer being surrounded by people they don’t know raises their hackles so soon after the event. They know why it happened, know that nothing will come after them, but it won’t hurt anything to shadow him for a while. “They tried.” Being half a foot shorter or more than everyone they meet is getting tiresome. “I was sent back.” Or healed, as with this time, but it’s easier to drawl in a monotone than explain. “Too terrifying to stay, apparently.”

"I can believe that." Valefar watched them, her gaze cold. Small talk with her in-laws was... Painful, to say the least. "Well, clearly they didn't try hard enough." They were family, but family didn't mean she had to like them. For a second her eyes averted to gaze around the room, full of guests exchanging menial chatter. "I kid, Samael. It's so lovely to have you back alive and well." Lies. But what was the Duchess to do aside from lie? She had to keep them happy afterall. "Hopefully it shan't happen again, but then again if it did, you'd be back in no time. Like always."

"Just this once, I want to pretend. Let me pretend I’m happy." 

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Snorting, she shrugs. “God -” she cuts off, raps on her chest, “can’t say that down here, forgot. Something knows it’s more of a fuckin’ curse than a name.” Half a shrug. “Can’t remember what my sister was called, but ‘s probably longer than mine.” It was a long time ago, and she can almost let that not make her feel guilty. All of them went through this. “Going by what some do, it seems more about being passive-aggressive an’ pretending to like people. Much easier to throw axes when y’ get pissed.” Frowning briefly, she tilts her head. “Thought your lot didn’t buy in to the whole bastard child thing?” Anders would be in something like trouble if they did, but it’s not something she’s going to risk asking Samael. “Still, orgies are always fun to talk about.” Shrugging again, she leans her head against the wall. “None taken. ‘s like -” she waves her hand. “It’s wild, ‘f that’s enough. There’s no one way to describe it.” Half a grin. “You go everywhere, though, Meet so many people. Constantly risking your unlife is worth it for us.” A pause. “An’, obviously, our parties are much better than these.”

Valefar shrugs. The name was a curse according to everyone in her life -- especially those who had fallen with Lucifer. "We shouldn't fear names, I feel it is foolish to." A pause. "But if what I hear is true, then we are right to fear Him. Or Her. Or Them." Who knew at this point? Valefar didn't know whether to laugh or offer her sympathies toward Meibe, it was probably a sensitive subject so she simply smiled and nodded. "Apparently they do. Baal will probably be made an Ambassador to cover it up, but they can never take my father's position. Instead I am going to. My sister will marry Meridit, and become so much more powerful than she already is." It was a seemingly scary thought, but she trusted Adremlech to make the right decision. Listening carefully, a small smile grew on the Duchess' face. "I wish I could go everywhere. And go to exciting parties. It would be so much better than attending these sort of things."

“Always a bright side, isn’t there?” Ducking her head, she twists her  fingers together behind her back. “I could’ve been called Vrykolakas or somethin’, if I hadn’t lucked out and died ‘stead of being a demon.” Or something equally as horrifying if she’d let other people name her; it’d been close, after a few too many drinks. “Best ones are always one on one. ‘f you can prove your superiority, you can spend the next hundred years not shutting up about it.” A pause. “As I learned. Never fight someone who files their teeth.” Tilting her head against the wall, she watches carefully. “Don’t think anyone likes to admit they’re wrong. Means other people have t’ force them to.” She huffs out a laugh. “We’re here for politics, or somethin’. I think it’s an excuse to make a scene an’ sneak off with people. ‘s all bullshit, unless you’re in on it.” She grins. “I know the feeling. ‘m just waiting ‘til someone starts an orgy or a fight at one of these things. It’s fuckin’ boring until then.”

"Always." A quiet laugh escaped her, it wasn't really a perspective she'd thought about before. "That's quite a mouthful... But then my sister is called Adremlech." Her sister was much more politically minded than she was. Her powers were stronger as well, but Valefar put that down to her having training (she was the oldest, afterall). "Politics is all about proving you're in the right, and in doing so you create a lot of enemies." It was a game as far as the Duchess was concerned. A game that caused death and destruction. Meibe's words made her laugh, much more than she had done inside the function. "You are quite right." She smiles. "The orgy will be started by Baal. He has quite the reputation for such things, but I guess that's because when you're the Duke's bastard, you don't have much of a reputation to protect." She could stand here and talk to Meibe all night, it was the most relaxed Valefar had felt all night. Her sister's arranged marriage was soon to take place, and Val found herself being married off. It was all politics. "What's it like? Being a reaper, I mean." A pause. "I mean no offence. I'm just... Curious."

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   ”Having fun?” Raising her eyebrows at them, she smiles, tilts her head. Half the valuables in the room are tucked into the pouches on her belt, more in Fenrir’s - she was running out of room and she needed somewhere to put them. “For one of the ones who threw this travesty, you’d think you’d be enjoying it more.”

Moving on, Valefar put down the now empty glass and sought out another. A voice in her ear distracted her. "Hmm?" She concentrated for a moment before it came back to her -- what they said, at least. "Not really." Valefar said, a polite smile gracing her face. "Would you be having fun if your father forced you here after announcing you're arranged to be married?" She sounded bitter. She didn't care, though. She wasn't in the mood to care.