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Yes. If you have the time... or the money to pay someone else to get rid of it.

I think I have the time? Money, not so much.

Do you have any meat tenderizer?

.... I think so?

[ curious look.]

Just how many times have you done this? Or should I not ask...

Here, I can write down what I do. It's probably easier that way.

The meat tenderizer breaks up the blood clots on the dried blood.

[He gives her an amused look, which is a bit hard to tell with his sunglasses on.]

Enough times that people would think I'm a serial killer.

[ You... are almost creepy, but there is something that keeps you from being so. Gabriel isn't sure what it is, but...]

That would be great. I think.

[ Sidelong look. ]

You aren't one, are you? I mean, I don't expect serial killers to go about advertising such things, but, um... you never know?

[Theo isn't creepy because he's trying very hard not to be. If he were to 'let go' then she'd be feeling creepy all over the place. Also it's a good thing she's not in all angel mode because then he wouldn't be able to talk to her at all. Holy objects and him don't get along very well. Angels definitely count as holy objects.]

Hm? No. I'm a necromancer. Also, my fiancee tends to get into a lot of fights with things and they tend to bleed on her.

[He pulls out a scrap piece of paper (it looks like a receipt) from a pocket and a pen from his jacket and starts writing down the instructions.]

[ Well that is a good thing indeed. Because she sure as hell does not know how to do this and she really, really likes this dress. Fucking Leviathan...

Her eyebrows go up at necromancer. That-- well that is something she didn't expect.]

So certainly not a serial killer, sorry I even mentioned it. And I feel for your fiancee, yes.

[ She... has been known for that, Mercy or not.

There is a pause while he writes and Gabriel shifts, deciding that, since he's a necromancer, won't hurt to ask.]

Sooo... will this work on demonic blood as well?

You wouldn't be the first. Yeah, Adrienne's ruined a few dresses beyond repair once or twice. We've started getting them tailored so she can actually move in them if necessary. Cheaper that way in the long run.

[Well, he doesn't really look like what people think a stereotypical necromancer looks like. There's not a single skull on him anywhere. And he's not wearing black, but instead in business casual, very expensive business casual.]

Demon blood?

[He adds the word 'holy' to water, but otherwise doesn't seem to be too put out.]

Nasty stuff. Burns sometimes.

Huh... there's an idea.

[ Maybe Gabriel just shouldn't wear silk dresses. Or see the Leviathan ever again. BUt she knows that one isn't about to happen, so....

She looks a bit sheepish.]

Um... yes? You see, I have a -- roommate.

[ Creature of the Abyss actually, but she will let that one slip.]

We don't get along and, well...

[ She shrugs. ]

Your roommate is a demon?

[He asks this as if asking if her roommate was from another country.]

Maybe you should kick them out or move yourself?

[Theo doesn't have much experience with roommates as he lived at home up until recently to placate his overly controlling father. Now he's moved in with his fiancee and regularly spends quite a bit of money making sure the place isn't bugged.]

He is. The Leviathan actually.

[ Her response is just as casual. She would love to get rid of him. Permanently. But she isn't really allowed.]

It's a long story, really. And I wish it were that easy, instead, well...

[ She gestures to the note he is writing. There's plenty of blood removal happening.]

Curse?

[That seems the most obvious thing to him. He's dealt with curses before and they suck.

Finishing off the instructions he hands them over to her.]

...that is what I would like to call it, but it's actually a Prophecy. Decides the fate of things apparently, so I can't actually get away from him.

[ She takes the paper and smiles, brightly. This is going to help a lot.] Thanks! I mean it's a pity and all, sometimes he almost seems like a decent being, and then...

[And now Theo makes a face.]

I hate prophecies. I really, really hate them. I'm so sorry.

[ The face makes Gabriel laugh. She agrees with that completely. ]

My thoughts exactly. But, apparently I did this to myself? I don't know, but that's what I've been told so I don't get to whine.

[ She gives him a wry look.] I think they just don't want me to whine.

The last time I checked you can't do that to yourself with prophecy. At least if it's an x or y prophecy, but in that case you have to know what the options are at the time. So, I would go with they don't want you to whine as well.

Ah, apparently I did know. Once upon a time. [ When she was still all angel, she was given a choice. They didn't tell her all the details though.] I just... don't remember what the options were.

Guess it means I'm stuck perfecting taking blood out of silk. [ She pauses. ] Maybe I should just wear all black instead...

You did know? Did they wipe your memory?

[That's interesting.]

Or stop wearing silk.

Something like that yeah. I'm getting bits back, but...

[ She shrugs, then looks horrified at your comment. No silk, right.]

But-- but, it's silk!

Could be a reincarnation like thing. My uncle's ... current love interest... is the reincarnation of his first real love... it's kinda complicated... but Trever has slowly remembered the language his first incarnation used to speak, if not memories.

[Theo has to laugh at her expression.]

Adrienne said the same exact thing when I suggested it to her.