[ A strange foot to start off on, on both sides of the equation. Regis is sure that Fizzarolli doesn't usually put himself in situations where he has to introduce himself as a hellspawn, and Regis doesn't usually put himself in situations where he has to explain why he has a weird library-lab in a crypt.
"We're not supposed to be seen" invokes, again, a tremor of sympathy. It's a pleasant novelty to be able to relate to someone so quickly, and it makes Regis review whether or not he can afford a premature reveal of his identity.
(He thinks of his first foray into Beauclair, of his rapport with a succubus "terrorizing" the city's inhabitants. Funny memory.) ]
I see, [ he acquiesces, moving towards the stairs leading to the alcove. ] From what I can gather, this was meant to be a clandestine trip in spite of the rules binding you to Hell. Something reckless young people would do to sate boredom or curiosity.
[ A smile, without judgment. Been there, done that. ]
You also mentioned a friend. The one that talked you into all of this, presumably. [ Again, no judgment. Fondly, even. Also been there, done that. ] How long, do you suppose, before he notices your absence and rallies the armies of Hell to find you?
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"We're not supposed to be seen" invokes, again, a tremor of sympathy. It's a pleasant novelty to be able to relate to someone so quickly, and it makes Regis review whether or not he can afford a premature reveal of his identity.
(He thinks of his first foray into Beauclair, of his rapport with a succubus "terrorizing" the city's inhabitants. Funny memory.) ]
I see, [ he acquiesces, moving towards the stairs leading to the alcove. ] From what I can gather, this was meant to be a clandestine trip in spite of the rules binding you to Hell. Something reckless young people would do to sate boredom or curiosity.
[ A smile, without judgment. Been there, done that. ]
You also mentioned a friend. The one that talked you into all of this, presumably. [ Again, no judgment. Fondly, even. Also been there, done that. ] How long, do you suppose, before he notices your absence and rallies the armies of Hell to find you?