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mayfield_rpg2012-01-15 07:59 pm
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Drink Count: 17 || New World, New Home
[Forward dated to January 16.]
A. [Action: 852 Goldberg Street, ridiculous o'clock]
[The alarm klaxons jarred Crowley out of a comfortable sleep. The demon sat bolt upright and blinked his yellow snake eyes blearily. It took him a minute to realize that something was off about the room he was in. The shadow of the tree outside wasn't quite right. The wallpaper was different. His "wife" didn't look the same.
His wife didn't look the same.
He jumped out of the bed, blessing under his breath.]
Bollocks.
B. [Action: 852 Goldberg Street, later morning]
[He checked to make sure his Bentley was in the garage. It was. He also found his puppy and all her accessories in exactly the same places they had been in 915 Bilko Boulevard, only in this new house. How strange.
Crowley was dressed in a smart black suit and red shirt that had once been scratchy slacks and a hideous jumper. He was also, of course, wearing his snakeskin shoes and sunglasses. He sat at the kitchen table, drinking a poor excuse for a cup of coffee. He was going to have to go shopping.]
C. [Action: 915 Bilko Boulevard, around noon]
[He can't stop himself for wanting to check on Kyon. He couldn't leave the poor boy alone without at least checking to see if he was alright, right? He drives on over and parks in the driveway. The demon strides into the house as if he lives there. Which he did up until this morning.]
Kyon? Are you in here, kid?
D. [Action: Olney's Tavern, late afternoon]
[Crowley's looking a bit irritable behind the bar. What the hell is with this town?]
What'll you have?
E. [Phone: Locked to Aziraphale]
[Crowley's just a little on edge when he's able to get to the back of the tavern to make his phone call to Aziraphale. He paces as far as the phone cord will let him and he's hissing a bit.]
Pick up. Pickuppickuppickup! Bloody hell Angel, this is not the time to neglect your bloody phone!
A. [Action: 852 Goldberg Street, ridiculous o'clock]
[The alarm klaxons jarred Crowley out of a comfortable sleep. The demon sat bolt upright and blinked his yellow snake eyes blearily. It took him a minute to realize that something was off about the room he was in. The shadow of the tree outside wasn't quite right. The wallpaper was different. His "wife" didn't look the same.
His wife didn't look the same.
He jumped out of the bed, blessing under his breath.]
Bollocks.
B. [Action: 852 Goldberg Street, later morning]
[He checked to make sure his Bentley was in the garage. It was. He also found his puppy and all her accessories in exactly the same places they had been in 915 Bilko Boulevard, only in this new house. How strange.
Crowley was dressed in a smart black suit and red shirt that had once been scratchy slacks and a hideous jumper. He was also, of course, wearing his snakeskin shoes and sunglasses. He sat at the kitchen table, drinking a poor excuse for a cup of coffee. He was going to have to go shopping.]
C. [Action: 915 Bilko Boulevard, around noon]
[He can't stop himself for wanting to check on Kyon. He couldn't leave the poor boy alone without at least checking to see if he was alright, right? He drives on over and parks in the driveway. The demon strides into the house as if he lives there. Which he did up until this morning.]
Kyon? Are you in here, kid?
D. [Action: Olney's Tavern, late afternoon]
[Crowley's looking a bit irritable behind the bar. What the hell is with this town?]
What'll you have?
E. [Phone: Locked to Aziraphale]
[Crowley's just a little on edge when he's able to get to the back of the tavern to make his phone call to Aziraphale. He paces as far as the phone cord will let him and he's hissing a bit.]
Pick up. Pickuppickuppickup! Bloody hell Angel, this is not the time to neglect your bloody phone!
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Oh. Right. Er... Forgive my candor, Lord. You know my mouth. Tends to run without letting me think. Er... It's been a while. You look a bit different than I last recall. Why are you in Mayfield, Lord?
[Babbling. He knows he's babbling. He can't exactly stop himself. He knows he hasn't exactly been an obedient demon.]
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At ease. You've committed no slight against me. It's quite possible you know a "different" Lucifer from myself, if some of the other gods and demons here are to be believed.
But it's nice to know who might be of mine here, and who may not.
Mmm. I wish I knew why I was here, but even I don't know the exact reasons as to why we're entrapped. Though I intend to find them.
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Who have you met?
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Nyarlathotep.
[She takes another, longer sip at that one, clearly displeased by the name.]
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No angels or Norse deities?
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[She pauses, and grins a bit.
Crueler, this time.]
And what angels might be in town?
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Just that Principality that's been on Earth as long as I have.
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[That's barely worth the trouble. Still, allowing one to thrive would be the same as giving the message that s/he's fine with ANY of YHWH's servants being around.]
Where is it?
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[Louisa bends forward a little, cupping a hand over her glass as she looks Crowley in the eyes.]
One Principality is nothing. But where there is one, there might eventually be two. Or three. Or a Dominion might follow. Or a Throne. Or even a Seraphim.
Now. If you won't oblige me what you know of one Principality....how might I trust you if others who act under His banner should appear?
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I don't give a flying fig what happens to others of his kind. But Aziraphale? He's mine.
[If he had a moment to reflect on the particular wording he chose, he would be quite confused indeed. As it is, his mind tucks that little bit of information away to be mulled over later.]
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But the idea that an angel and a demon might be friends....friendship wasn't uncommon. Not among demons at least. But a demon and an angel....the agents of Chaos and Law had never been able to form a friendship among one another before. Their alignment was too different.
This. Was new.]
Explain what you mean. How is he yours, and are you his in return?
Do it now.
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Aziraphale and I have been on Earth since the beginning unlike most of our respective kin. We... Have surprisingly much in common. He is my best friend, and I like to think that feeling is mutual.
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Tell me. How might one who should embody freedom such as yourself, and one who embodies stagnating tyranny such as he, find they have much in common.
[Louisa finishes her drink, contemplating, before pointing at Crowley.]
Another.
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We're both fascinated by people, for one. And he may be a stuffy, old, tweed wearing halo jockey, but he's intelligent. He thinks with his own mind as much as I do. And while he has no imagination to speak of, he still has an appreciation for it. We love to have long philosophical discussions over tea or wine or sushi or lunch at the Ritz. He collects books for Manchester's sake.
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She's quiet a moment more, finishing her drink in silence after Crowley finishes his explanation.]
I will not harm the Principality. But I would like to meet him, regardless.
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Right... You can meet him after I get off work at my house.
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I believe I'll stay until last call then.
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I don't mind.
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[He hesitates a moment before striding into the back room of the tavern, looking laid back. More laid back than usual, actually, which is a sign of how stressed he is.]
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He can wait. It doesn't matter to him, and he doubts the demon is either brave enough, or stupid enough, to attempt to trick him on this. And with a place as finite in space as Mayfield...it's not as if there'd be very far to run.
He can wait, and enjoy his drink.]
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He said he'd be there.