[The Guilty Ones: Dominic is all pyrephox's fault. The others were molested by solaas.] pyrephox: Oooooh. I like! Sad. *pets poor Liriel* solaas: Heehee! Angstbunny she is. :) It's time for her to get her ass kicked into shape. :) pyrephox: Hehehehe! Just have Dominic send her a note. And a rose to go /with/ the note. ;P solaas: *laughs* Oh dear. She'd go to Jediael I think. To make her resonate the note and rose, to find out who the hell pulled such a TASTELESS prank on her. :) And then hilarity would ensue. pyrephox: *giggles* Liriel's got a booooyfriend! Dominic's got a giiiiirlfriend (very, very softly) She's got a WHAT!? solaas: *falls over* Oh my gooooooooooood! :D That's just... Heeheehee! The image, the pain! Lucifer .oO( What are your intentions towards my daughter? ) *loom, loom* Dominic (glaring): To keep her away from /you/, for one! Lucifer glares back. Hands off! I'm not letting a cross-dressing snake touch my girl! Dominic hisses. It is not a dress, it is a cloak! And I don't have hands, currently. So, nyah! Lucifer scowls. Then keep your -tail- off her! (Not that a limp-tail like you would know what to do with it anyway, but that's besides the point.) Dominic draws himself up, glowering. I'd like to see you come over /here/ (draws a line on the ground with the aforementioned tail) and say that! Lucifer scoffs and slithers over, towering up over Dominic. He bows his head to bring himself snout-to-snout with him, and repeats: "A limp-tail like you has no idea how to use a tail properly. /And/ my girl's smart enough to know that. She appreciates quality, not overdressed wanna-be's like you." Dominic hmphs, his Cloak rippling with irritation. "I assure you, my proficiency with my tail is quite high. And moreover, at least /I/ wish to see her safe and happy. Can /you/ say the same, First Among Liars?" A multitude of eyes glitter challengingly. Lucifer smiles nastily. "I can, in fact. Evnetually, I -will- see her safe and happy." Dominic sniffs haughtily. "You no longer know the True meaning of either of those words, Lucifer." Mind you, old Dom ain't doing so well on the 'happy', either. "Regardless, this avails us nothing, for the choice lies with neither of us." He turns, and slithers his way over to Liriel, all eyes earnest. "Liriel, the choice is yours." His tail curls anxiously, tenderly. Liriel sweatdrops mightily as the full attentions of Lucifer and Dominic settle on her like, er, something very heavy and profound. She reads Dominic's note again, just to stall. The Note reads: Liriel. Despite the circumstances and the space that divides us, I am pleased to see that you are doing as well as might be expected, and hopefully with better to come. This wish arrives with a small token of my affections, and an invitation to join me for a meal on the Corporeal plane. No interrogations, just two friends, a quiet restaurant, and, hopefully, enjoyment for both of us. Justly yours, Dominic. Lucifer glares at Liriel, impatiently curling his tail like an annoyed cat. "Well? What's taking you so long? I can't -believe- you're actually considering this lame-eel for real?!" Liriel looks UnHappy. "But daaaad! HE -is- kinda cute..." Dominic pokes his head out from the Cloak, just a little, so Liriel can see the surprisingly gentle smile. He ignores the Daddy-Snake. "I do not mean to pressure you, overmuch, Liriel. But having you so close, and yet so far...I must confess that it has prompted me into action. But, please, take your time. I will wait for you. Forever, if need be." Lucifer looks absolutely disgusted. "You're going to fall for -that-?! You dumped Baal for THAT?!" Liriel looks even more unhappy and twiddles her tail into knots. "But, but... I -didn't- dump Baal. You had me transferred away from him, remember? And, and... Well Dominic has the sexiest and most sought-after tail in all of creation! Why do you think he's hiding it under the Cloak?" "You know, I'd prefer it if you dated a -real- snake. Like Michael. This one's just gonna make you miserable." Lucifer tries his Honey-voice of Concern +5. Shielded from Liriel's view, Dominic's sexy tail peeks out from under the Cloak and makes a very obscene gesture at Lucifer. He sniffs. "Michael is an excellent Seraph, and would make an acceptable consort, if that is what would make you happy, Liriel." A pained smile. "I must be fair to him, and you, after all. Truthfully, however, I...would be less than pleased at such an occurrence. For entirely personal reasons." Liriel fidgests and has gloomy thoughts about how this is totally unfair and unnecessary and... "Um. Umumum. Just an informal dinner and chatting?" she asks Dominic. Lucifer hisses grumpily. He -liked- Baal. Baal would have made a nice and proper Son-in-law. Dominic turns the full wattage of a Seraph Archangel smile on Liriel. The like of which hasn't been seen on his snout in millenia. "Just dinner, Liriel. And perhaps, if you'd like, a carriage ride afterwards. And talking." His tail curls around towards Liriel, making an eager little spiral. Liriel twirls her tailtip coyly and smiles to Dominic. "Okay, it's a deal!" Lucifer glares daggers at Dominic and Liriel. "Well, if you want to play with losers, go ahead. But if you even -think- of taking him home to visit, you're so INCREDIBLY grounded!" Dominic, to his credit, doesn't stick his tongue out at the Morningstar. He does, however, do a slow barrel roll, Cloak flapping wildly. When he comes to rest again, he sends the very tip of his tail out to gently touch the side of Liriel's jaw. "You do me a great honor, Liriel, and I will do my utmost to make you happy during our outing." Lucifer gets a dismissive wing-flip, feathers poking out from under the Cloak for a moment. Liriel blushes and bats eyelashes at Dominic, then pouts mightily at Lucifer. "But daaaaaaad..." Lucifer stalks away angrily. Someone's up for a real menacing, and that's fer well and sure! Damn silly girl... (Later, in the Lower Hells; Nybbas, Malphas and Beleth gets ordered to tidy and clean the place up properly. And NO WHINING!!!) Liriel spends the next three days picking out the Right Outfit and the Right Accessories and the Right Make-Up and the Right Shoes and..... . o O ( Wheee! I have a date with Dominic!!! ) solaas . o O ( Lucifer, the JewishMom uberdad Balseraph. ) Dominic spends the next three days attempting to find a Creationer who will give him date advice without snickering. Dominic twitches. No. She won't even hold it against him. She'll just /smile/. And /know/. And he'll know that she knows. And she'll know that he knows that she knows. No. [Couple of hours later] "Lady of Flowers. I need your...assistance." Novalis beams. "Dominic! How sweet of you to drop by, dear. Would you like some herbal tea? What is it you need?" Dominic scowls slighly. "No tea. Thank you." He goes into full Judge mode. "In the course of my investigations, I have come across one of the first Fallen. Perhaps you recall her; Liriel? At any rate, it seems...judicious at this point to attempt to cultivate a less final method of dealing with her, in hopes that she will come home to m...us." Deep breath, lets it out in a rush, "SoIaskedheroutonadate." Novalis smiles delightedly. "Oh, but that is -wonderful-, Dommie! Absolutely beautiful! Stellar idea. So, what do you need my help with? " She peers at his cloak. "I hope you're not using that? It tends to intimidate some people..." Dominic twitches. "Please, Novalis. Dominic. Or, if you /must/ shorten it, Dom is acceptable. But not," he shudders, "Dommie. And no. The date will be en-Vessel. Finding a suitable Celestial meeting place would be difficult, I fear. As to what I need..." he slithers around the room, his tail lashing back and forth, "...it has been a very long time. I do not wish to offend her, or bore her, or..." Novalis pauses. "Did you resonate her when you asked her out? Got any ideas of what she'd enjoy?" The Archangel of Flowers has donned her match-making business face! Dominic looks slightly panicky. "I wasn't even sure she'd /agree/ to go out. She seemed amenable to a dinner, and a carriage ride in a park, however." Now he looks rather lost. "I was thinking somewhere French? Paris, maybe?" Novalis extends a comforting wing and gives Dominic a hug. "Don't fret, dear. We'll sort it all out and make it a date to remember! I'm trying to recall Liriel.... Wasn't she Investigation back before the Unpleasantness? A bit of a snob, wasn't she? Is that still so?" "She had dignity," Dominic mutters, hunched a little. Although it might be noted that he doesn't shrink away from the hug. "But yes. That was her. She was...lovely. Still is. Although it's a shame about the wings," he adds, wistfully. Novalis can't help but beam and shine. Dominic is in LOVE! IT's so -sweet- and so RIGHT! "I am so happy for you, Nickie!" she tells him honestly. "If she is willing to go out with you, I just -know- it's gonna start her on the road home. Oh!" She twirls excitedly, then gets back to the business at hand. "Right.. Paris is an excellent idea, or maybe one of the smaller Mediterranean towns. You will bring her flowers, of course. I can arrange a boquet for you, with a Cyrano DeKyrio in it, if you need backup...?" Dominic sighs. "Dominic," he says, in a tone that almost might be called patient. "Not Nickie, please, Novalis. And, yes, I hope that this is an indication that she might be turning back towards God." He eyes her. And he has a lot of eyes. "I can do my own talking, thank you very much. But...flowers are a good idea. Roses? I rather like roses." "Nevermind what -you- like, Dominic! What does -she- like?" Novalis asks him sternly. Dominic frowns. "I do not know," he admits. "We did not have a great deal of time to talk, and that...that..." Angry tail lashing. "Lucifer was there, so my attention was rather more divided than it should have been. Should I send her another note and ask her preferences for a pleasant evening?" Novalis goes big-eyed in dismay and concern. "The Morningstar was there? Oh dear... I hope he behaved himself? He can be such a naughty snake, you know." Dominic just stares at Novalis. If he weren't such a pokerspine, he'd be gaping. "Naughty? Well...yes. I suppose, if you were going for an absurdity of understatement, you could call the ruler of Hell and the leader of the Rebellion 'naughty'. But he /is/ her father. And still seems to have some sort of affection for her," he admits, grudgingly. Novalis looks quite relieved upon hearing that. "He does? Oh, but that is -wonderful- news! It means there's still something there that can be salvaged! Oh, Dominic!" She gives the Judge another of those warm, loving Cherubic Hugs and a peck on the hood of his cloak. Scales do not blush. Nevertheless, Dominic's seem to take on a ruddier hue, where not covered by the Cloak. His voice is strangled and stern. "Novalis, you are /not/ to go attempting to Redeem Lucifer. Under no circumstances, do you understand me?" "Don't be silly, dear. Of course I'm not going to run off and redeem him right away. You really must learn to have some more faith in your fellow Archangels," Novalis gently scolds. "But now that you hve discovered this crack in his armor, I intend to Take An Interest. And so should you! Starting with Liriel." The Archangel of Flowers has the dreaded look of a Novalis with a Plan starting to form. "God have mercy on our souls," Dominic mutters under his breath. But he's not going to give up. "Novalis. Lucifer is the very epitome of selfishness, as degraded an Angel as it is possible to become. Can't you set your sights a /little/ lower, at least? Saminga, perhaps?" "Now, now. Don't be so negative, sweetheart. It's what has given you such a bad name in the first place, after all." Novalis dimples sunnily at him. "Let us get back to your date, shall we? Like I said, flowers are important. Roses are lovely, and few ladies will be put off by them As long as you choose the -right- roses. How strong to you plan to come on to her?" "That was not a 'Yes, Dominic, I will not endanger myself and my Servitors by chasing foolhardy dreams of Redeeming the Prince of Darkness', Novalis." Dominic heaves a sigh. "And do not think that your aid in this matter will make my investigations any less thorough when they involve you and yours." He makes a Seraphic shrug. "And not very strong. I do not wish her to feel pressured. She might leave, again." Novalis is utterly unpertubed by Dominic's lecturing. As ususal. "Right, then I suggest white roses. Or possibly some very, very lightly pink ones. I have grown some truly lovely specimens this year, who will be absolutely -perfect-! Save the red ones until you've come a bit further, you know?" Dominic considers this gravely, and then nod. "That seems fair. I have already sent her one red rose. Would that be considered too forward? She didn't indicate that it was so, but..." "No no, not when it's only one. You have done quite remarkably well, dear," Nobalis assures him. And he has! She had begun to lose hope in that he had it in him. Oh happy day! She goes on to give him many and detailed instructions ans suggestions regarding his date.