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[She picks up her PCD with a s i g h. It's the same put-upon fnarrgh she usually has for Crowley, but minus the religious aspect of the racism.]

I'm serious, Gold. I don't have time for this today.

Neither do I, so if you want something, ask for it. None of this dallying around.

[It's what anyone wants him for. Oh, Dark One, help me make terrible life decisions so I can fall farther into the darkness. Why do human sacrifices when you can have the darkness in men's hearts.

Also it's probably a good thing this is voice only because the event didn't give him his sparkles back and he sure as hell just full on giggled.]

Edited 2013-11-13 06:37 (UTC)

[It's okay, event!Naomi doesn't know that he ever had sparkles. She won't judge. Well, she'll totally judge, but not for that.

She rolls her eyes, with the judging, you see. Somehow, she knows this will end with him creeping on her and her walking away with the urge to punch buildings and make bad choices. Wai. Wai her life.]

I'm not asking for something.

Have you noticed anything... different about this week?

[Different like the wave of something Naomi felt on Monday morning. It felt like the after-ripples of something changing, something in her domain.]

Only in the sense that Hades' wife was in my mansion the other day. Do you think there's trouble in the Underworld?

[Not that the underworld properly exists here, but it bears mentioning. The truth is that yes, he did notice something, but it fell strictly outside his sphere of influence, and the Dark One may often be accused of putting his fingers in everyone's pots, but only when it suits him.]

There's always trouble in the Underworld. That's why his domain is so weakly established.

[She pauses.]

It's not that. I felt it in my domain.

What? In your head? [He trills delightedly.]

In every head.

[The more he trills, the more determinedly level her tone gets. That tone is usually paired with a if-I-breathe-very-slowly-the-annoying-man-might-go-away face that this version of Gold will remember well.]

[Gold makes a confused hmm sound. Now that she's mentioned it, he did wake up a bit... off.]

Well, it's certainly not my influence. I think I would know if everyone in the city was being ravished by the darkness.

[It's a mental thing, even if Gold acts like it's not. It's why they have such a... partnership. But still. He didn't do anything.

So... who did.]

[It's a mental thing indeed, which is exactly the reason for her own attraction to the darkness and his to her. Whether she lies in his domain or if he lies in hers, they've never quite figured out, but they overlap more than she ever admits to anymore.]

I don't know if it's literally everybody. But it's big, I can feel it. Just out of my reach, where I can't look closer.

Shall I fetch you a magnifying glass then, dearie?

A scalpel.

My, but you are feeling particularly volatile, aren't you?

Not particularly.

[She always is. Mister God-of-Repression-Basically would know.]

Hmmm.

[AND THEN HE JUST

HANGS UP.

To eventually go bother her in person.]

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