Seraphiel is known to be careless on the occasion. And while he usually doesn't try to fool around with his fire manipulation, but there are few places to practice. And he never uses the stove; it's a waste of his space and neither body needs sustenance. So he decides, what's the harm?
The harm is simple: he sucks at manipulating elements and there's a fire alarm nearby. And the instant that one goes off, all the alarms in the building go off.
And the sprinklers.
And once the sprinklers start, everyone has to leave the apartment, sopping wet, into the cold air outside.
People complain. There are shouts of "What assfuck set the fire alarm off?" People huddle together and whine.
And Seraphiel? Being made of clay, he doesn't understand this at all.
He puts his hands in his pockets and whistles, waiting patiently for the fire alarm to come.
[atrb=valign,top][STYLE=background-color: #3A2C2F; font-family: courier new; color: #F1ECDC; font-size: 9px; letter-spacing: 6px;]OH NO I'VE SAID TOO MUCH[/style][STYLE=background-color: #EFF8F2; font-size: 10px; padding: 5px; text-align: justify; color: #3A2C2F;]Janus had been entangled in the arms of some Russian sweetheart when the alarm completely killed the mood. Not that he wasn't paying her, but being sprayed with water and pulled out out of the apartment by a very distraught girl was definately not how he planned to start his morning.
Several of the other residents seem to concur. He is definately not in the mood to deal with this bullshit, but there is always the chance that the alarms were sent off by a clumsy mage or a particularly pyromaniac demon. If either is the case, then sucks to suck. Except that the sleepers can't know, damn it. Back in the day, things were much easier to cover up. A child could be accused of having an overactive imagination, and the adults could be passed off as drunkards. Now, it seems that everyone and their grandmother owns a camera phone. It would be prudent to figure out what happened, and quickly.
"I don't think that ass-fucking would have been the cause of this, sir. Or at least, I hope not" Janus' voice rises slightly above that of the crowd's. "Does anyone else want to suggest a more reasonable explanation?"
He had more dignity than to run outside with little more than a bedsheet, but the December air chills him, nonetheless. The sooner that he can punch the idiot's face in, the better. [/style]
More complaints? This one seemed to be... Flustered. The watcher adjusts his shades. Well. Time to cover his tracks. What was something that humans did? Eat? Seraphiel believes that is the term, though he can't ever say he's ingested any human food. The clay body cannot digest things, and he lacks a proper mouth and digestive tract.
The only power he needs is his devotion. But none-the less he decides that perhaps socialization is a good option. It might make him look less suspicious. "Allow me to make a presumption and theorize that the incident involving our vexatious system of quenching infernos, may have been evoked by a substandard culinarian."
That's a perfectly natural sentence in Seraphiel's mind, yes it is.
[atrb=valign,top][STYLE=background-color: #3A2C2F; font-family: courier new; color: #F1ECDC; font-size: 9px; letter-spacing: 6px;]OH NO I'VE SAID TOO MUCH[/style][STYLE=background-color: #EFF8F2; font-size: 10px; padding: 5px; text-align: justify; color: #3A2C2F;]Janus blinks for about five seconds before processing exactly what the young man in the shades had said. He's not sure if he's got a foreigner or a weirdo on his hands. That, or some student who was studying too hard for his SATs. He tries his best not to laugh. At least the man has offered himself as a potential candidate for an ass-kicking.
"So, how much damage do you think that a substandard culinarian has caused today, kid? Should we call the fire department, or should we go back to sleeping in?" He presses the girl against himself, leeching off of some of her body heat. Janus isn't really the one for paranoia, but a near three-thousand year history has conditioned him to associate poor social skills with the supernatural. Still, he's not about to jump to conclusions with this crowd. Janus may be a gambler and a hedonist, but he is the guardian of this city above all. Keeping the sleepers unaware takes priority. After a pause, Janus adds, "What's your name, brah?" [/style]
Seraphiel isn't one to judge, but he's about ninety percent sure that this man is an irrevocable pervert.
He's too polite to say so, however. And isn't it a current modern custom to have one's significant other hang off of them in public? Lewd, if you ask Seraphiel. As mortals always are.
Though the question of the fire department puts a scowl on Seraph's face. "I am certain one of these upstanding civilians has alerted the proper authorities already. The extent of the damage cannot be assessed until professionals arrive."
The term brah elicits a raised brow.
"Well, I am most definitely not a brassiere." Was that an attempt at dry humor or an inability to determine dudebro slang? "My name is Thomas. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance."
[atrb=valign,top][STYLE=background-color: #3A2C2F; font-family: courier new; color: #F1ECDC; font-size: 9px; letter-spacing: 6px;]OH NO I'VE SAID TOO MUCH[/style][STYLE=background-color: #EFF8F2; font-size: 10px; padding: 5px; text-align: justify; color: #3A2C2F;]The girl tugs at his sleeve and the deity sighs. “The cash is in your coat, darling. Since last night, in fact.” She wastes no time in getting of his chest and rifling through her pockets for the bills. “The inner one that doesn’t have the beer stain, sweetheart.”
She pulls out a receipt for a Broadway show.
“Gotta name your price, kid - or rather, who really paid?” His grin is absolutely Cheshire. “Better luck next time” Janus liked to toy with the local prostitutes - especially the less experienced ones. It’s only bad luck that she isn’t aware of his local reputation.
The slip of paper is thrown at his face, but it doesn’t fly far. He doesn’t even blink when she runs off in tears.
“Upstanding citizens, indeed” It’s a pity that the boy didn’t quite fall for his ruses as easily as the women do, and Janus isn’t sure if it’s because he’s particularly clueless, or if he really is a somewhat intelligent guy. Or he could be innocent, but Janus didn’t like to think so. He tended to be less dismissive of hunches as he aged. By now, most of the crowd has lost interest, but Janus is still intrigued.
“Never claimed that you were, Hilfiger.” He supposes that might go over Thomas’ head as well, but that would make it that much more amusing. “Janus. Janus Vasilou. You might have heard of me. It’s probably better if you have”
He can only hope that Thomas will provide him with adequate entertainment for his trouble. [/style]
He watches silently, perhaps a bit disapprovingly. Though the rest gets, Seraphiel is already not listening. His mind's still on the woman who just walked away, and while he pities her, he knows quite well that what she did was in direct violation of the law. And there's few things Seraphiel holds higher than the law. "...Was that woman a 'Lady of the Night'? Prostitution is illegal in the state of New York, you know. It is a Class A misdemeanor, which can result in up to twelve months of jail time."
APPRECIATE ALL THE FUCKING GOOGLING I DID JUST TO WRITE SERAPHIEL'S EXPOSITORY BLATHERING. Hell, appreciate the fact that this character requires a thesaurus to be written.
"Mister Janus, I am quite sorry for this, but I am compelled to report your flippant disregard for the law to the appropriate authorities. I trust this will not make our future correspondence hostile."
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