04 🍎 Some cats, they know how to fight, some cats run

[sauntervaguelydownwards]

So let’s get this straight. Giant monsters attack cities all over the Pacific Rim [aaah he said the title!], slaughtering hundreds of people in destructive rampages, and three-quarters of you dive headfirst into glorified suits of armor to punch and shoot them.

Right. More proof that the lot of you are crazy.

[Private to Loki]
You, me, Monopoly. What do you say?

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[sauntervaguelydownwards]

Another sensible person on board. Will wonders never cease. [Crowley enjoys leading people into small things that are bad for them. Call it small-scale temptation, call it camaraderie.]

Oh dear Someone, no. It's a naive sentiment. Listening to your heart is like listening to your stockbroker -- pay attention but never fully trust it.

And that's the good part.

[velocette]

[He chuckles; it's a fair assessment. Most people who 'listen to their hearts' do seem pretty good at fucking themselves over, which is not unlike having a banker on your shoulder instead of an angel.]

Did you call me 'dear someone'? Or do you worship Someone?

[sauntervaguelydownwards]

Neither. Who would ever worship a deity called Someone?

[velocette]

[He frankly has no idea why anyone would worship anything and here is why:] Some people worship Beelzebub. They'll latch onto anything that seems bigger than they are.

[sauntervaguelydownwards]

Beelzebub is at least a being. "Someone" [with air quotes] is not only not a deity, but also not even a thing.

[velocette]

No? Well, at least religion is consistent somewhere.

I always pictured Beelzebub being covered in bees--a bit like a beekeeper with a crawling beard, actually. Am I close?

[sauntervaguelydownwards]

Consistent. Heh.

No, he usually takes a body made of fire. Mostly he just buzzes.