“It’s what happens when He,” His eyes gesture upwards, “Doesn’t take a liking to what I’m doing.”
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Gideon glared upwards through his eyebrows on the off chance that this fellow was actually referring to some magic user who resided in the ceiling. No definite sign of one however, at least not directly overhead.
“Well, let me know where to place my chips.” He sipped his drink. “Or I assume gambling’s off the menu.”
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Ed grimaces, “Unfortunately.”
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Does this mean even god himself dislikes Luthor… Or does it mean he doesn’t want an angel endorsing any ideas. Oh thats a lot more plausible, huh.
Adelaide pondered. “What if we got an interview with the guy upstairs. I bet you that would make headlines. He could totally just come out. Don’t need to give me an answer if it might make him mad though.”
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Lauren blinks. Katelyn interviewing Him? That sounds like an awful idea.
“Well that’s certainly a… unique idea.” She takes a long sip of her drink.
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“Yeah, interviews ain’t really his thing,” Ed noted.
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“I’d imagine,” Lauren mutters. “He isn’t exactly much of a talker. That’s why you exist, right? Messengers or something?” She glances at Ed. “What do you do on a daily basis?”
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“Mostly, I just save people who can’t save themselves. Burning buildings, cats in trees, little old ladies getting mugged - the whole shebang.”
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“Cats from trees? You actually do that?” Lauren smirks. “And here I thought that was just what they told the kids.”
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He shrugs, “Hey, if I see one I’ll help them out.”
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“Fair, fair. I guess I’d do the same. How often do you actually see a cat stuck in a tree, though? Like, you can’t tell me that’s a daily thing.”
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“It’s not daily, but y’know, there’s those brownstones by Centennial Park, lot of the time the cats run outside and end up stuck in one.”
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OOC: Yes, I know it’s been a while, but in light of recent events I thought we might as well at least try to get the ball rolling again 
The two officers exchange a look, before turning back to Hayden.
“Right.” Russel drawls.
“We have a few questions for you.” Lucas explains, ignoring his colleague’s comment, before listing off the same rights that he had for Iosif, “Understood?”
As he launches backwards, the storm simply pulls him back in, swirling him around and bashing him into every wall or floor or ceiling he comes across.
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Hayden heard the man say that he could be silent, so Hayden figured that was the best course of action. For this reason, Hayden just stared at the officer.
“Ha, well, I’ll have to keep an eye out next time I’m down there. Not exactly sure what I’d do with a cat up a tree… besides climbing up there and getting stuck myself.” She smiles wryly, taking another sip. “And then I’d be the one needing saving, and that’s just embarrassing.”
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Celsius forms a ramp of ice in front of the bot, hoping that it would at least do something to steer the large robot out of the way.
Oh boy, one of those. Lucas thought with a sigh, “Look, I don’t want to waste our times here: are you going to say anything at all, or just give us the silent treatment?”
The bot starts to move up the ramp, but its sheer weight soon has it crashing back down through the ice, and the lack of traction causes it to start to stumble over. Fortunately, it also slows the progress of its charge down enough to get clear.
Gideon suddenly feels a light tug on his suit sleeve, and hears a subdued “psst!” from somewhere below waist height.
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Gideon’s head immediately begins to look down before he snaps it back up, reminding himself that he’s currently in a bar of otherworldly people with a demon bouncer and a suspiciously normal barkeep. Once again, but with a calmer attitude, he glanced towards the source of the noise.
Gideon’s eyes would be greeted with the unusual sight of a chimpanzee stood on its hind legs and wearing a cobbled together wardrobe of shorts, a suit jacket, short-sleeved tee, and a deerstalker, “You got any peanuts, friend? Barkeep won’t let me have his no more.”
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Gideon spent a solid second taking in the new info. He turned back to the counter while pressing the bridge of his nose so hard his skin, if not for being invincible, would’ve been bruised.
“No, I don’t have any peanuts.” He looked back down. “Either I’m completely drunk, or you’re about to hear some of the most boring questions you’ve ever received.”
He looked at the chimpanzee for another couple seconds before pulling his drink from the counter. “Let’s start with the fashion sense.”