[There's no real reason Faust should know this, unless he were to suggest Yona is a gossip who tells her weird older male acquaintances about her love life. He's not exactly close to Slaine. But Mephisto knows all about it, and he's not going to pass up the opportunity to tease him!]
[And really, who else would Slaine give a gift to??]
[He puts on a shocked face!! An all too obviously fake one, of course. And it really doesn't take long for it to turn into a grin instead, enjoying this far too much.]
Why, Lady Mipha, I'm shocked! Did you lure me over here with the intent of stealing a kiss from me?
Mpha looks startled, eyes going wide.] Wha- But, you were the one who-- [?? ????] Mephisto!
[Her fingers curl into fists of indignation, her tone accusing as she blushes. She can tell he's teasing her, but that doesn't help!! It's probably the influence of the plant itself, but her desire to kiss him is overriding any desire to just walk away from this.
She reaches for his arm, ready to pull him down if need be--damn him being so much taller than her wtf--and looks mildly distressed.] Please...
[He makes a short sweeping motion with his free arm, and as he does, Mipha will feel herself being gently lifted into the air until she's at eye level with him.]
[His grin has softened into a smile, though there's nothing particularly apologetic about it.]
Have I teased you a bit too much? Oh, however will I make it up to you...
[The desire to kiss her is practically overwhelming -- but just in case, he's leaving it to her.]
Oh! [She curls up a little in surprise, finding the sudden lack of floor a bit disorienting. But once she feels steady again, she levels a heated gaze on Mephisto, eyeing him.]
Yes, that's quite the dilemma. [However will he!] And your talent in magic never ceases to amaze. [Just an observation because what is the limit of it, she wonders? But now's not the time for discussing that right now. Mipha leans in to place her hands on his shoulders, less to pull him in and more for balancing herself as she leans in.]
But I believe I have thought of a way. [Her kiss is supposed to be something light and sweet; and indeed it certainly starts that way--just a brief press of her mouth against his--but then she's near-swooning and the kiss turns something more urgent and desperate. Thanks mistletoe.]
[Thanks mistletoe. He too was planning on something more chaste -- and maybe after trying to angle for something more. But then she's leaning in and practically claiming his mouth for her own -- and who is he to deny her?]
[And so he pulls her in close, one arm shifting under her legs to hold her up properly (and without straining himself despite being a noodleman??) while the other wraps around her back, seemingly paying no mind to their surroundings... but what else is new with Mephisto? Honestly, you'd think this was his kink or something, trying to seduce Mipha in public settings.]
Once again his strength surprises her a little, but she smiles into the kiss, arms sliding loosely around his neck so her nails can gently scratch at the back of his neck. The compulsion of the mistletoe breaks fairly quickly, and Mipha breaks the kiss not long after, breathing slightly ragged.
She blinks slowly, feeling a little like she's coming out of a dream] I...I'm not sure what came over me...
[Those nails on the back of his neck send a shiver down his spine that only leaves him wanting more when she pulls back. But he won't push for it, instead simply tilting his head forward to rest against her forehead, keeping the moment close and intimate.]
My, I wonder... have I proven to be a bad influence on you after all?
[Mipha sighs, a soft, content little noise as she rests her head against his.]
I think you know the answer to that quite well. [Don't be cheeky, Mephisto. We all know everything's your fault.]
But I think blame this time can fall to those plants. I wasn't aware one could be quite that dangerous. At least, not without eating it or touching it. [Sure Mipha, blame the innocent plant!!]
They do seem to be enchanted, don't they? [Nah he totally already knew that.]
It wouldn't be the only thing around here touched by a bit of magic. Why, I've already seen the effects of that glitter they've been... dusting everyone... ah.
[SUDDENLY AWARE THAT SHE IS COVERED IN GLITTER. Which means he is also now covered in glitter. Maybe not enchanted glitter, no, but... it's now very obvious just how close they were a second ago.]
[He has to bring a hand to his mouth to choke back a laugh.]
Now, now, I'm simply being honest! This is dangerous world we live in. It would be foolish for one to not take advantage of whatever resources he has at his disposal... ah, and on that note!
[He waits for Prompto to get back into solid ground (and maybe slides him down a little faster with a little help from his powers --rude) before fishing something out of his pocket and tossing it to him. It's a small silk pouch of money, containing no less than 200 silver.]
For all that you may find my sense of humor distasteful, I'm a man of my word. I managed to get quite the deal on this serpent parts thanks to your "cooperation".
[ Whoa, whoa, slipping, slipping - and then he's stumbling as his feet hit the floor, getting his bearings just in time to catch the pouch that Mephisto tosses him. ]
...Wait, are you for real right now?
[ His gaze flickers down to the pouch, and sure enough, there's a chunk of change in there. Wow. Who'd'a thunk it? ]
U-um - thank you! I think? Guess you really came through after all.
There's no need to thank me -- you earned it, after all!
[Yes, totally misjudged him, look how nice and totally-not-evil he is!!]
[...sure he kept all the profits from selling pieces of the serpent's body as well and made about double what he gave Prompto, but clearly that's the fee for him having to take it all back to Wyver himself!]
But you really should be more careful. For all that you may have thought I was simply teasing you, if I hadn't been there, you would have been serpent food! And it would be a shame to die such an embarrassing death after all the effort that must have gone into saving you from your world.
But no, seriously, he's actually genuinely...touched? That Mephisto remembered to pay him back after that encounter. He's a guy sort of used to being forgotten, honestly, and he wouldn't have expected this out of someone who had given him an actual good first impression.
Huh. Just goes to show you can never get to know someone based off of a first impression! Even if...that first impression involved nearly getting your foot nibbled off by a freakin' sea serpent. ]
Yeah, yeah...you're right. [ He chuckles sheepishly, shuffling his feet. ] Don't worry! I won't let it happen again. Uh. Sir.
[How cute. Humans are so easily swayed -- show them a bit of kindness, and you can change their entire perspective! Not that he thinks he's fully succeeded here or anything, but there's no sense in burning bridges without taking a look to see what's on the other side.]
Ah, it's Faust. Johann Faust. [Said with a bow. The less people who knew the name Mephisto Pheles the better, for now.]
If I had access to Kado, these things would be simple to do. However, lacking access to it, it is not possible the alter the information of this body.
However, damage is not a concern. [He still has fregonics, after all--the phenomenon that occurs because of his imperfect manifestation in the universe.
Gently, zaShunina's fingers settle upon the back of Mephisto's hand, and his eyes are once again drawn upward to that sprig of mistletoe suspended above them.]
Had I access to Kado, I could create a similar body for you as well.
My, how generous! But I'm actually quite attached to this body of mine. Though I can think of a few others who might be interested in such a thing, should you ever regain access to this Kado of yours.
[Like Lucifer. Or any number of the demon kings, really -- he's not sure just how far along in breaking down the others must be by now, for how long it's been since he's seen them.]
[In spite of the mistletoe overhead, he pulls his hand back, taking the hand on the back of his own as an attempt to pull it off.]
[...he'll just move it to the top of his head instead. Demeaning headpat time.]
Would you say then, that you are effectively immortal?
Of course, of course! We can't have that... Mr. Claus.
[Any children young enough to believe in Santa should probably be like ten thousand feet away from these two right now -- especially given the look on Mephisto's face.]
[ What a good, moral and upright guy Mephisto is being! So understanding of the situation. Reinhardt is glad. He really doesn't want to traumatize any little ones (or not so little ones) that might see him and think he's the real deal. He's grateful that Mephisto is going to help him keep up the act, for at least as long as he's in the festive red suit. ]
Well, I know that bribes are generally a bad thing, but just this once, because I promise you something. [ But what to give the man who has everything? Well, other than to dip him like a lanky damsel and give him a hell of a kiss before slipping a small glass perfume bottle into his hands. ] ] Be careful with that. It's not cologne. It's the holy water I promise you way back when. [ Well, maybe not. It's water that Reinhardt believes with the whole of his being is holy enough to at least make the bad demons think twice. Probably, it's just water in a very nice container. ]
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December Winter Gala
Slaine
Ah, a gift for Miss Yona, I take it?
[There's no real reason Faust should know this, unless he were to suggest Yona is a gossip who tells her weird older male acquaintances about her love life. He's not exactly close to Slaine. But Mephisto knows all about it, and he's not going to pass up the opportunity to tease him!]
[And really, who else would Slaine give a gift to??]
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[Which is met with a look of uncertainty. Why does he know he has a gift for Yona? Lucky guess?]
How did you know?
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[This is the most old-man sentence he's ever said.]
Are you waiting for a moment to catch her alone, perhaps? That might be difficult here, with all the excitement going on.
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[More difficult than Slaine wants to admit anyway.]
I'll give it to her later tonight. There's no rush.
Mipha
Oh, what's this?
[He puts on a shocked face!! An all too obviously fake one, of course. And it really doesn't take long for it to turn into a grin instead, enjoying this far too much.]
Why, Lady Mipha, I'm shocked! Did you lure me over here with the intent of stealing a kiss from me?
[Somebody stop him.]
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Mpha looks startled, eyes going wide.] Wha- But, you were the one who-- [?? ????] Mephisto!
[Her fingers curl into fists of indignation, her tone accusing as she blushes. She can tell he's teasing her, but that doesn't help!! It's probably the influence of the plant itself, but her desire to kiss him is overriding any desire to just walk away from this.
She reaches for his arm, ready to pull him down if need be--damn him being so much taller than her wtf--and looks mildly distressed.] Please...
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[He makes a short sweeping motion with his free arm, and as he does, Mipha will feel herself being gently lifted into the air until she's at eye level with him.]
[His grin has softened into a smile, though there's nothing particularly apologetic about it.]
Have I teased you a bit too much? Oh, however will I make it up to you...
[The desire to kiss her is practically overwhelming -- but just in case, he's leaving it to her.]
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Yes, that's quite the dilemma. [However will he!] And your talent in magic never ceases to amaze. [Just an observation because what is the limit of it, she wonders? But now's not the time for discussing that right now. Mipha leans in to place her hands on his shoulders, less to pull him in and more for balancing herself as she leans in.]
But I believe I have thought of a way. [Her kiss is supposed to be something light and sweet; and indeed it certainly starts that way--just a brief press of her mouth against his--but then she's near-swooning and the kiss turns something more urgent and desperate. Thanks mistletoe.]
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[And so he pulls her in close, one arm shifting under her legs to hold her up properly (and without straining himself despite being a noodleman??) while the other wraps around her back, seemingly paying no mind to their surroundings... but what else is new with Mephisto? Honestly, you'd think this was his kink or something, trying to seduce Mipha in public settings.]
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Once again his strength surprises her a little, but she smiles into the kiss, arms sliding loosely around his neck so her nails can gently scratch at the back of his neck. The compulsion of the mistletoe breaks fairly quickly, and Mipha breaks the kiss not long after, breathing slightly ragged.
She blinks slowly, feeling a little like she's coming out of a dream] I...I'm not sure what came over me...
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[Those nails on the back of his neck send a shiver down his spine that only leaves him wanting more when she pulls back. But he won't push for it, instead simply tilting his head forward to rest against her forehead, keeping the moment close and intimate.]
My, I wonder... have I proven to be a bad influence on you after all?
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I think you know the answer to that quite well. [Don't be cheeky, Mephisto. We all know everything's your fault.]
But I think blame this time can fall to those plants. I wasn't aware one could be quite that dangerous. At least, not without eating it or touching it. [Sure Mipha, blame the innocent plant!!]
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It wouldn't be the only thing around here touched by a bit of magic. Why, I've already seen the effects of that glitter they've been... dusting everyone... ah.
[SUDDENLY AWARE THAT SHE IS COVERED IN GLITTER. Which means he is also now covered in glitter. Maybe not enchanted glitter, no, but... it's now very obvious just how close they were a second ago.]
[He has to bring a hand to his mouth to choke back a laugh.]
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Prompto
Now, now, I'm simply being honest! This is dangerous world we live in. It would be foolish for one to not take advantage of whatever resources he has at his disposal... ah, and on that note!
[He waits for Prompto to get back into solid ground (and maybe slides him down a little faster with a little help from his powers --rude) before fishing something out of his pocket and tossing it to him. It's a small silk pouch of money, containing no less than 200 silver.]
For all that you may find my sense of humor distasteful, I'm a man of my word. I managed to get quite the deal on this serpent parts thanks to your "cooperation".
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...Wait, are you for real right now?
[ His gaze flickers down to the pouch, and sure enough, there's a chunk of change in there. Wow. Who'd'a thunk it? ]
U-um - thank you! I think? Guess you really came through after all.
[ Maybe Prompto misjudged him! ...Slightly. ]
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[Yes, totally misjudged him, look how nice and totally-not-evil he is!!]
[...sure he kept all the profits from selling pieces of the serpent's body as well and made about double what he gave Prompto, but clearly that's the fee for him having to take it all back to Wyver himself!]
But you really should be more careful. For all that you may have thought I was simply teasing you, if I hadn't been there, you would have been serpent food! And it would be a shame to die such an embarrassing death after all the effort that must have gone into saving you from your world.
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But no, seriously, he's actually genuinely...touched? That Mephisto remembered to pay him back after that encounter. He's a guy sort of used to being forgotten, honestly, and he wouldn't have expected this out of someone who had given him an actual good first impression.
Huh. Just goes to show you can never get to know someone based off of a first impression! Even if...that first impression involved nearly getting your foot nibbled off by a freakin' sea serpent. ]
Yeah, yeah...you're right. [ He chuckles sheepishly, shuffling his feet. ] Don't worry! I won't let it happen again. Uh. Sir.
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Ah, it's Faust. Johann Faust. [Said with a bow. The less people who knew the name Mephisto Pheles the better, for now.]
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[ And since he's not so polished at the whole bowing thing, instead he just...jabs a thumb into his chest. ]
Name's Prompto, by the way.
zaShunina
Hmm, perhaps I am!
[He'd go after that innuendo if he had any reason to think zaShunina would get it, but he has a feeling it'd fly over his head.]
If your body is an artificial construct, can you alter it at will? Or repair it should it become otherwise incapable of self-healing?
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However, damage is not a concern. [He still has fregonics, after all--the phenomenon that occurs because of his imperfect manifestation in the universe.
Gently, zaShunina's fingers settle upon the back of Mephisto's hand, and his eyes are once again drawn upward to that sprig of mistletoe suspended above them.]
Had I access to Kado, I could create a similar body for you as well.
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[Like Lucifer. Or any number of the demon kings, really -- he's not sure just how far along in breaking down the others must be by now, for how long it's been since he's seen them.]
[In spite of the mistletoe overhead, he pulls his hand back, taking the hand on the back of his own as an attempt to pull it off.]
[...he'll just move it to the top of his head instead. Demeaning headpat time.]
Would you say then, that you are effectively immortal?
Reinhardt
Of course, of course! We can't have that... Mr. Claus.
[Any children young enough to believe in Santa should probably be like ten thousand feet away from these two right now -- especially given the look on Mephisto's face.]
But just what sort of gift do you have in mind?
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Well, I know that bribes are generally a bad thing, but just this once, because I promise you something. [ But what to give the man who has everything? Well, other than to dip him like a lanky damsel and give him a hell of a kiss before slipping a small glass perfume bottle into his hands. ] ] Be careful with that. It's not cologne. It's the holy water I promise you way back when. [ Well, maybe not. It's water that Reinhardt believes with the whole of his being is holy enough to at least make the bad demons think twice. Probably, it's just water in a very nice container. ]