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Take a look at the muse list for the community. Pick a muse that your muse does not have interaction with now (unless it’s casual meta) who would fit in each category, thinking about your muse and their basic personality, lifestyle, normal behavior and interests. Go with a first reaction. Remember, it cannot be anyone that your muse has played with in anything but the most meta of interactions.

1. A muse that your muse could conceivably date.
Bilis doesn't date. He has absolutely no need to, except when it would possibly be of use to him. Or it would be an act of temptation. That said, he would like to totally corrupt, goodlilsoldier as he would love to seduce a demon hunter, or someone like wolfwithaguitar as nice guys are the most fun.

2. A muse that your muse could conceivably hate.
He doesn't really hate any one (with the possible exception of Captain Jack Harkness, and that's more a severe dislike) as that's not really in his job description.

3. A muse that your muse could do business with.
Given that he is most likely to do business with people he can use, especially those who have a close connection to those he's marked as enemies, he would love to come to some arrangement with ambitious_woman or notquiteadoctor, although any friend/companion of the Doctor or Jack who doesn't know him will do.

4. A muse that your muse could hang out with in a bar.
He's more your nice cup of tea type, but he could easily sit down and have a nice chat with soundofmurder, he finds that special kind of evil so delicious.

I am ready to meet my Maker. Whether my Maker is prepared for the ordeal of meeting me is another matter. Winston Churchill.

Churchill, the greatest Prime Minister Britain has ever known. He got us through the Blitz and through the war. He bolstered us to "fight them on the beaches" and to honour "the Few who gave so much." He was the right person at the right time. He embodied that British fighting spirit that showed Jerry what was what.

I do wonder what did happen when he died and he went to face Him. Surely, you didn't think he came my way...although that would have been very interesting. I can just imagine him blustering up to the Gates, cigar still in one hand and a drink in the other, knocking sharply and demanding to know when dinner is served. And of course, the man's great wit. I do wonder if He shared Winnie's sense of humour, and I do hope he used some of his famed put downs on Him or the Angels. Oh to be a metaphorical fly on the wall then!

As to myself, of course I have met my Maker. I met him long before He even though up your existence, and I will meet Him once more. When it's time.

If you could read my mind right now… Talk about a conversation when what you said was not what you were thinking.


(OOC: the background and situation are canon, but this is based on RP)

[locked from jacks_jack]

I'm expected to choose only one time that this happened? I'm afraid that would be practically impossible as the difference between what I say and what I think is almost a constant. And trust me, my dear, you would not like my honesty.

But for the matter of this exercise, I'll give the example of recent events. It was 1941 and there was a dance sending off our brave flyboys. Of course, in reality that wasn't the real purpose of the occasion. I needed the Rift opened, and the ones to do that for me were Torchwood. There was one young captain at the dance called Jack Harkness. You see, I am very meticulous in my planning and he being there was no accident. In order to return to their own time, Torchwood had to open the Rift. In order to keep the other Harkness distracted, because he would know the true danger, I had the real Jack.

They were getting along well enough, but it needed something more. Some guilt. And it worked so much better than I thought it would. You see, it was not the first time that Captain Harkness (the real one) had been to the Ritz, and I had seen his girlfriend, Nancy. So, when I saw that the two Jacks needed a little push in the right direction, in she came. I quite enjoyed being her, playing the gooseberry acting all hurt, but underneath encouraging Jack to do just that. He only had eyes for the fake. After excusing myself, and retreating to the cloakroom, I knew he would follow poor, forlorn Nancy. A gentleman, but he had no intention of staying with her, rather he wanted "Jack Harper." After helping me into her coat, I hugged him and told him, "I love you," when all the time, I was whispering to him:

YOU DON'T WANT HER TO STAY.

[locked to those who know he's Iblis]

There was a war. He sent His Angels down to destroy my fellow Jinn because of their disobedience, but He spared me, a young Jinn and a fellow pupil. In His wonderful presence I was taken up to be with the Angels, and they instructed me. As I grew, I was honoured to be so blessed, and I even preached to the Angels.

Then the day came. The day that He created Man. He told us to pay homage to this creation formed of mud, for it was His greatest creation. How could it be? I was more worthy, born from the searing heat of the desert, forged from fire, and Man only came from the earth. I refused and was punished. I was cast out of Heaven and live my existence on His earth below.

Allah still had a use for me, and a bargain was struck. Until Judgement I would be able to tempt all of humanity, to prey upon their weak souls and minds. I relished the task, and went to work. The first was such a success. All it needed was a few whispered words, and the apple did look so round and juicy. How could His creations resist?

And so it goes on, but Judgement will arrive and I will take my share of souls that have fallen to me. And I wait for one, in particular, the most challenging I've found for a very long time.

I don't have secrets as such. Oh, certainly there are only a very few out there who know my true nature, and I'm more than happy for it to remain that way, but in that same breath, my nature is hardly unknown. All it would take is for someone to some studying in the correct places.

No, it's not my secrets that are important but those of everyone else's. Their secrets are my bread and butter. I hear them and use them. Secrets make people so easy to manipulate for secrets are often the key to a person's weakness. Just take a look at my dear friends over at Torchwood. So many secrets from each other. Ianto trying desperately to keep his girlfriend hidden in their own basement, and Gwen happily fucking her colleague and feeding her devoted boyfriend amnesia pills so she can confess her sins and still not have to deal with the problem. Most of all there is their leader, the so-called Captain Harkness. Where do I even begin with all his secrets?

My secrets aren't important, yours are.

"Mummy, I'm thirsty!" The little girl, who appeared to be about five, tugged at her mum's sleeve as she rushed her daughter through the busy shopping centre and past MacDonald's.

"Not now, Lucy. I've got to get that dress before the shops close." Not even looking down to see Lucy's pleading eyes, she grabbed her hand and nearly pulled her towards the clothes boutique, ignoring her plaintive cries.

Some people looked over with sympathy, either for Lucy or her mother, thinking that perhaps the child was throwing a tantrum at being denied a Happy Meal toy, and then just as quickly forgot them as they continued their own lives. Only one watched with sympathy for neither. He had been watching and listening for some time and knew them both quite well by now.

He knew that rather than Lucy being a whining little brat, she was quite a sweet natured girl. The mother, Sarah, didn't pay her enough attention.

Normally, this would not be something that would attract Iblis' attention, and he had come upon them quite randomly -- which is always the best way. If Sarah had been a busy, working mother trying to maintain that delicate balance between work and raising a family, or if she had been a single mother, trying to make ends meet on benefits with several other mouths to feed, then he wouldn't have wasted his time. But she wasn't. Sarah was married to a reasonably successful businessman, and had given up her own career to support his…and their family. Now with Lucy, she had quickly discovered that children severely cramped her social life. Which was why this cocktail dress was far more important that Lucy's comfort.

By listening closely, Iblis had heard her secret desires. Wishes that she had no child. Thoughts that bordered on the edge of what no mother should ever contemplate…thoughts of losing Lucy, and the idea that it would bring her husband closer to her without having to compete with Lucy for his limited attention. Dreams of the life of being young, free and single, lost.

"Mummy, can I get a drink after you get the dress?"

"When we get home. You know I have to get back and get ready for this party." She sighed in frustration. Why did her husband refuse to let her hire an au pair? And she would have to take her into the dressing room while she tried the dress on.

She didn't see the old man looking into the shop window. In fact, no one seemed to notice him at all. No one but Sarah heard the whisper. Leave her outside. She'll be fine.

After a brief look around, as if trying to locate the source of those words and finding none, Sarah told Lucy to stay right where she was, and she would be right out in a minute.

Let her get the drink she wants.

Sarah looked worried, but that idea wouldn't leave her. "Here's a couple of quid…" But she's only five…but she's quite sensible… "Go and get yourself a drink. I'll be right over. Okay."

Lucy blinked at her, but knew better than to argue. "Okay mummy."

Once Sarah had disappeared to try the dress, Lucy wandered out of the shop. Iblis took a step near her and she seemed to just vanish into the crowd.

That was the beautiful thing about temptation, is that it worked best on those who needed no reason at all not to fall into temptation…but who had no idea of its consequences. The ideal life Sarah often imagined without her husband's darling little girl would fracture and break.

One should always be careful of what they wish for.

Honesty may be the best policy, but it's important to remember that apparently, by elimination, dishonesty is the second-best policy. - George Carlin

Honesty is always the best policy, especially when it conceals the greater dishonesty. I lie all the time, but it is rare that I will lie outright. Not like Harkness. His whole life is a lie, stealing the name and record of another man, pretending to be him. Hiding himself through the decades, never growing older and concealing things about himself from his team. No, I'm not dishonest like him, or like Miss Cooper who lies nightly to her boyfriend as she lay in the arms of a lover.

I find it is much more productive to get what I desire by using the truth, that is what manipulating is all about, giving people what they want to be true, and when they fail to be tempted to my desires, I make the lie become truth. I turn dishonesty into honesty.

Oh yes, my dears, truth and honesty is a far more dangerous weapon than lies and dishonesty can ever be.