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[slipperysoul]

[ Angel’s lingering by the angled late-day sunlight coming in through a dusty window of an abandoned warehouse when he turns on his NV, looking about as calm as can be for what he’s about to say. ]

Should have apologized weeks ago for what I did. Nobody should have been killed, I never wanted that to happen. Not here.

But how do you forgive part of who you are when you’re already condemned to hell. Absolution isn’t something i’m looking for anymore when there’s already nothing I can to do to stop the inevitable.

Saving the world doesn’t do anything when you’ve spent a few hundred years doing much worse. [ a beat, while he glances out towards the fading light. ] So what else is there?

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[classdismissed]

[They never got the chance to go over that tidbit, with Griffin blaming Fred for what happened to him and then Fred dying shortly after.

Of course it was Lucifer. He wasn't content with being creepy and menacing and stealing away Erik. Griffin knew he was right about the bastard.]

So he can just do that to you whenever? Make you flip the switch for his own shits and giggles?

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[slipperysoul]

[ The fact that Lucifer caused all this, and tried to heal Fred? Really, really pisses Angel off, and that's an understatement. The guy's got his fingers in far too many pies and Angel doesn't even remotely like it. ]

That about covers it. Believe me, I don't willingly hand over my soul unless i'm put in a cage first.

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[classdismissed]

[That son of a bitch. If Griffin had the means, he'd go cut his head off right now. Alas, this isn't home and he is not remotely equipped. He doesn't even know where to start.

... Wait. Yes he does.]

Where are you living these days?

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[slipperysoul]

[ Griffin and Angel both... okay wait, that's kind of an odd question. ]

Sector ten until I decide what to do about the bounty on my head. Why?

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[classdismissed]

Think I can help you with your Satan problem. At least a little. So, again, where are you living these days?

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[slipperysoul]

Dusty old warehouse in sector ten, pretty sure it doesn't have an address. I'm not trying to be evasive, the place just is what it is.

[ a beat ] Might have better housing soon, though.

[audio | private | moderately hackable]

[classdismissed]

Alright, just meet me at at the center of your sector. You can show me from there.

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[slipperysoul]

I'll meet you there.

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[It takes Griffin thirty seconds to get to the specified location.]

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[slipperysoul]

[ Angel's just... a little slower, considering daylight was just about over when he posted, so he has to make with the skirting of shade to get where he's going. Not to mention, he doesn't really have any.. super-speed abilities.

He gets there in about 5 minutes, looking somewhere between apologetic and interested. ]

So how are you gonna help exactly?

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[classdismissed]

[That's what Griffin had been hoping for; he didn't want Angel showing up first and getting the drop. He still doesn't exactly trust the vampire. When he does arrive, Griffin appears to be at ease.]

I've got some angel repellent for you. You don't care about keeping them all out, right?