Wiped clean (Moore)

[Anastasia]

"Hope so." Dana grunts, another ale brought over. "Fuckers took Willim from me. Still have to pay those motherfuckers back for it. Never gonna be able to."

[Nephrite]

Moore's ears perk up. That's not a name he's heard before. "Friend of yours, I take it? Or... a drinking partner?" Moore asks.

[Anastasia]

"More than a friend. Fiend-blooded half troll, served Tempus. Great brawler and a great big cock. Died saving Queen Ilsenine from Gathgorian's lair."

[Nephrite]

Moore smiles and nods. "It's weird... to exist and be in a place like this, where death seems like an afterthought, almost. It doesn't change much for those left behind." He shakes his head. "I hope Afina finds something we can use against them."

[Anastasia]

"Fucked up shit. Now a wise man said we aren't supposed to fuckin' be here, but here we are." Dana slams down another drink, getting a refill and working on that one slower.

[Nephrite]

Moore smiles. "I think Creation would be a lot more boring without us here."

[Anastasia]

"Damn straight!" Dana agrees, "We got some fucking great people here. Shit, there's Jaela and she's awesome. Afina's pretty fucking hardcore too, even if she needs a dick more than Lixer needs a smiting. Muirfinn was here and he wasn't bad at all, but fuck that shit. Oh, and even the little prissy blonde's not so bad if you set her on some devils." Another drink drained, "Baleruk ain't so fucking terrible despite being a rainbow dragon."

[Nephrite]

"We really have a surprising amount of varying types here." Moore nods. "It seems like as of late we've been increasing the number of, uh... I call it mind magic, is there a better term for it? People like that, with Tryll and Calleigh and Hamogan."

[Anastasia]

"Yeah," Dana agrees, "All sorts of types and it's good." Sitting back, "So what's your bony ass get out of all of that?"

[Nephrite]

"That it's important to have different perspectives, even if your goal is the same." Moore says. "We wouldn't be who we are if we were all celestial archons and all followed the same deity. Our diverse nature makes us a force to be reckoned with, especially in comparison to Hell -- they all are rigid in their ways, they don't bring in allies, they just try and overwhelm with what they have. It's what gives us our greatest advantage, I think. Well, that, and we're way more awesome than they are, too." Moore concludes.

[Anastasia]

"Heh, heh, fought some fucking 'loths," Dana grins over her ale, "Fuck the rest of that, you got it in the last. Oh look, I'm a sissy devil who hides behind all his servants and goes on about how awesome I am."

[Nephrite]

Moore laughs at that. "Yeah, exactly." At this, Moore affects as deep a voice as he can manage. "Ha ha ha, I'm Lixer, I have all these bases everywhere to try and pretend like I know anything when all I do is mooch off the efforts of other devils, I'm so smart!"

[Anastasia]

Dana laughs and finishes her drink, getting yet another. "And make it half whiskey and half ale this time," she says, grabbing the mug and drinking deeply. "Fuck, you know how hard it is for me to get drunk these days? Hell, this armor makes it about impossible," she taps her stony breastplate, "Sucks toxins right out, and apparently booze fucking qualifies. Have to drink like a horse to get a buzz. Let alone that I can drink a normal man under the table faster than Lixer gets on his knees for the other devils."

[Nephrite]

Moore rubs his chin. "Why not just add an enchantment to the armor that lets you summon it to you at will? That way you could take it off and get as drunk as you want, then when it's time to fight, just summon it to you and be good to go."

[Anastasia]

"Nah, see, the stone it's made of bleeds. Celestial blood and shit, it's from Elysium. There's a bunch of pins that have to be stabbed into me to have it work, since the blood has to flow into my bloodstream." She sits back and shrugs.