[Locked to angels and demons only]

[comedownthisroad]

Do any of you ever think that maybe we're doing everything wrong?

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[pressthatbutton.livejournal.com]

As if angels aren't just as smug and assholish as we can be sometimes.

[comedownthisroad]

Oh, I know. I'm related to a good chunk of them. Barnam family, based out of Boston?

Yeah.

[pressthatbutton.livejournal.com]

Bingo, you took the words right out of my mouth. Though I guess it would be pen, to be precise, given the whole journal thing.

Gotta say, печенье, you're the first I've seen with your particular brand of moral quandary, despite Chicago's apparent tendency to bring on the quandaries, so I'm learning. Second-hand, with great glee and hilarity all around.

[comedownthisroad]

Comes with the job description, I think.

Hi, I'm Elashte's guardian angel. You know, Chicago's very own Neqa'el? Yeah.

[pressthatbutton.livejournal.com]

Ex-pol proprietor of the very fine fortress over in Cicero. Never actually met the guy, but I poked around the place once; expecting a siege anytime soon?

A guardian to a demon, though, fascinating. It's a wonder more people aren't breaking down the doors to study that, suppose the fortress is a wise idea after all. Funny how Chicago's just fucking up the Barnams right and left, innit?

[comedownthisroad]

We already had ONE major assault on the place and the bitch got in without hardly a moment's work. Bunch of people killed.

I think we're allowed to be well-fortified.

[pressthatbutton.livejournal.com]

Really.

Well, I'd hope you all learned from this little lesson and re-fortified the fuck out of wherever it was she got in, of course. Otherwise it'd be your own faults if there were to be, say, a repeat of history. I hear it has a tendency to do that.

[comedownthisroad]

We're gearing up, believe me.

Incidentally? If you happen to be in town when I post a supremely angry and probably incoherent entry... get the fuck out.

It means the army's showed up and you and every other fucking demon should get the hell out of dodge.

[pressthatbutton.livejournal.com]

Duly noted. Though I'll admit, I'll probably get myself situated in a nice bunker with a viewing camera of some sort (or hack into the CCTV) and watch the shit fly aboveground. I'll stockpile popcorn and everything. Much as I don't want to catch the wrong side of a Barnam's righteous anger, I'm none too keen on missing the drama, either, kiddo.

[comedownthisroad]

If I could, I would not be above joining you. As it stands, that would probably just end very badly for me.

[pressthatbutton.livejournal.com]

You say that as if I'd be stupid enough to make the bunker easily accessible. You wanna front row seat in our own home-made movie theater, you gimme a ring. Or a journal, whichever.

Mind you, I'm not promising I'd have the whole setup done before your cavalry rolls into town with their trumpets. Not that I'm actually expecting trumpets and all, though that'd be an added hilarious bonus. Hey, it's a hypothetical situation, there can be some trumpets if I want.

[comedownthisroad]

If there were trumpets, at least I'd have WARNING.

And I have way too many friends that they might hurt to get to me, because I swear to god, they ARE that crazy.

Plus, love El? But I think he'd be a bit of a buzzkill in that situation.

[pressthatbutton.livejournal.com]

Oh honey, I know how crazy you Barnams can be, believe me. One doesn't have to have direct contact with them -- which I assume I haven't, anyway, unless you have some particularly humble cousins -- to hear the tales.

I'm getting that impression, kiddo. No offense to your ward or anything, but I'm more the bloodthirsty type than he, it seems. Besides, psychics seriously harsh my cool.