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Who: Crowley & YOU
What: Post-arrival, exploring Ensō
When: Early November
Where: Various locations around the island.
Warnings: Crowley
Storytellers Temple
It wasn't long after his and Aziraphale's arrival that they decided to split up and investigate this new world separately. While neither of them seemed too keen on being separated, they agreed it would make for a quicker search of things. Crowley headed north immediately, seeking anything that looked like a structure that may be inhabited by people.
The building was very obviously built as a temple. A place to pay proper respects to someone or something. He had no reason to tred on holy ground for many years, but the sight of the stuffed rabbit out front drew him in, and he was surprised to find the ground not white-hot on the bottom of his feet. Something about this rabbit drew forth memories of a dream he was sure he had. At least, he thought it was a dream. His memory did seem a bit fuzzy.
"Curiouser and curiouser..." he muttered, squatting in front of the rabbit and staring down his nose at it over his sunglasses. Crowley wasn't one for books, but once he'd seen a made-for-TV adaptation of Alice in Wonderland and felt like Alice herself following the rabbit down its hole.
Monkey Compound
By no means was it Mayfair, but these seemed to be residences. Let's be honest, it wasn't posh or upscale, but it was the only thing he'd come across since the temple that looked inhabitable. Crowley was particularly taken by the garden. His little plantcare hobby may be of some use on a deserted island yet, depending on how stubborn the greenery is in this world. Perhaps all they need is for someone like Crowley to knock them down a peg or two, show them what's what.
He's encircling the garden when he notices a particularly well-growing plant. Proud little thing, he looks it up and down and scoffs. "Don't be so cocky..." he hisses as if it can hear him, not realizing anyone might be listening to him.
Denny
Finally, something normal, or at least as close to normal as one might find on a strange island. Come to think of it, finding a bar/restaurant isn't very normal at all given the situation. Crowley won't complain, of course, and take comfort in the small things.
He takes a seat on an open bench, waiting patiently for a server to reach him. "A glass of whatevers drinkable." he requests, open to recommendations. He's surprised to notice that he feels tired after a day of searching. He's never really felt tired before, at least, not like this. He tries to shake it off, must be in his head.
Wildcard
[OOC NOTE: Feel free to tag Crowley anywhere on the island in between his trips or come up with another prompt. If you'd like to discuss something special with me, I can be reached at
dukevendetta or on Discord at trashwitch666#9299]
What: Post-arrival, exploring Ensō
When: Early November
Where: Various locations around the island.
Warnings: Crowley
Storytellers Temple
It wasn't long after his and Aziraphale's arrival that they decided to split up and investigate this new world separately. While neither of them seemed too keen on being separated, they agreed it would make for a quicker search of things. Crowley headed north immediately, seeking anything that looked like a structure that may be inhabited by people.
The building was very obviously built as a temple. A place to pay proper respects to someone or something. He had no reason to tred on holy ground for many years, but the sight of the stuffed rabbit out front drew him in, and he was surprised to find the ground not white-hot on the bottom of his feet. Something about this rabbit drew forth memories of a dream he was sure he had. At least, he thought it was a dream. His memory did seem a bit fuzzy.
"Curiouser and curiouser..." he muttered, squatting in front of the rabbit and staring down his nose at it over his sunglasses. Crowley wasn't one for books, but once he'd seen a made-for-TV adaptation of Alice in Wonderland and felt like Alice herself following the rabbit down its hole.
Monkey Compound
By no means was it Mayfair, but these seemed to be residences. Let's be honest, it wasn't posh or upscale, but it was the only thing he'd come across since the temple that looked inhabitable. Crowley was particularly taken by the garden. His little plantcare hobby may be of some use on a deserted island yet, depending on how stubborn the greenery is in this world. Perhaps all they need is for someone like Crowley to knock them down a peg or two, show them what's what.
He's encircling the garden when he notices a particularly well-growing plant. Proud little thing, he looks it up and down and scoffs. "Don't be so cocky..." he hisses as if it can hear him, not realizing anyone might be listening to him.
Denny
Finally, something normal, or at least as close to normal as one might find on a strange island. Come to think of it, finding a bar/restaurant isn't very normal at all given the situation. Crowley won't complain, of course, and take comfort in the small things.
He takes a seat on an open bench, waiting patiently for a server to reach him. "A glass of whatevers drinkable." he requests, open to recommendations. He's surprised to notice that he feels tired after a day of searching. He's never really felt tired before, at least, not like this. He tries to shake it off, must be in his head.
Wildcard
[OOC NOTE: Feel free to tag Crowley anywhere on the island in between his trips or come up with another prompt. If you'd like to discuss something special with me, I can be reached at
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"A wolf." he repeats as deadpan as possible, almost as if he's given up completely. "Does anything in this place make sense?"
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The throwing things out there to try and kill them all doesn't bother Jules nearly as much as basically becoming a full puppet to their games by losing some aspect of his personality or ability.
Honestly, he might as well just give up.
"Gravity does, though since that's variable in other places I'm sure they'll eventually start playing with that too. Otherwise you might want to start broadening your categorization of the word "sense.""
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"What can you tell me that's crucial for a newcomer, then? What are the rules?" he shook his head, realizing his own rudeness. "Ah, sorry; Let me try this again. I'm Crowley."
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Now he knows why Crowley looked so familiar at least. They've met before, though something tells Jules it might have been a different Crowley.
"Generally? Trust nothing. Not the plants, not the animals, not the tiny little rock you kick out of your way with your big toe. I'd avoid the other islands too. Not that I'm going to say this one is safe or anything, but generally the things attempting to kill us here aren't on the same scale as the ones on the other islands that crop up."
Rules. Right. Because those exist. Not.
"There aren't any rules, except perhaps if this place or the storyteller or whoever is running the storyteller can screw you, they will."
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"What a lovely holiday." he mutters in response to Dagger's list. It's about all he can muster, it's a lot to take in. If he isn't to trust a thing in this realm, he's going to have a hard time settling in for the long haul. Paranoia isn't his color, it isn't even his season.
Crowley exhales a long sigh and rubs at the bridge of his nose just above where his glasses sit. "Lovely, lovely, lovely." he repeats, under his breath, sorting through things in his mind. "I suppose it's not worth asking if there's any safe place here, then." he motions to the huts in their general vicinity, "Is this your only means of shelter?"
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He shrugs. If there is a safe place somewhere, he certainly hasn't found it. What's safe one moment can be under siege the next.
"Some say the Storyteller's temple is safe, but I don't trust that piece of shit even as far as I can throw them."
Everyone else does, but they aren't going to be convincing Jules of that one.
"Most people don't live in the monkey nests. They take a cottage on the islets. I just don't tolerate beings of any species, which is why I'm out here. Less pains in the ass."
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Crowley hates being that guy who asks too many questions--wait no, he loves being that guy. It's what got him kicked out of heaven to begin with, after all.
"Where are these islets?" he continues asking, assuming he was standing amidst the monkey nests. Crowley likes people, but he often doesn't get very close to them. They tend to die on you, not worth the trouble.
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It's probably a good thing that nobody here speaks Andarian. That insult probably wouldn't go over very well if they did.
"Head north and keep going. Follow the coast around. You'll find them eventually."
Not exactly descriptive, but it's not like they have maps and road signs around here.
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"What's the benefit of living there over here? You seem rather secluded... can't be just because of the people there, can it?"
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"Consider it part of my irritating nature to not go where whatever being in charge wants me to go."
And he just really, really doesn't like people. Then there's the whole uncontrolled mind reading thing that makes being alone a much more pleasant experience than being so close to a large group of people he doesn't know.
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"And the storyteller, he is in charge?" he asks, although he doesn't recall being given instructions on where to live. Granted, the dreams a bit fuzzy in his memory.
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"I think it's pretty obvious he is, though he claims he isn't. I could believe he's a minion of a higher power, but that doesn't make me any more willing to follow what he says. A willing messenger is still deserving of being shot in my mind."
And he can't get to anybody else but the Storyteller. That, and the Storyteller's insistence they're doing what they can to help everyone just pisses Jules off since he can't see how anything is helping.
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Crowley shifts uncomfortably. He's still trying to understand how two celestial beings like himself and Aziraphale could be overpowered and transported. If he could get any hints about the higher power in this realm, he might better understand his predicament.
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Jules is all for purposefully trying to piss people off, but the gods are a different story. He can't hold a candle to them. Given they've made his life miserable from his first breath and he hadn't even done anything to them, he sees no point in tempting fate on that one.
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Also what gets Crowley into trouble, while we're keeping track. Jules has a point, and Crowley isn't sure if he has his own target on his back, so he sees the appeal of keeping to oneself, but that's never stopped him before.
"I suppose that makes me stubborn." he notes, coming to a bit of a realization there.
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He's come a long way toward accepting other beings are assholes, but he hasn't yet truly accepted that he doesn't deserve the utter hatred and contempt.
"I seriously doubt you hold the crown on that trait."
He's a pretty high runner in that medal race, and he knows a lot of the other competitors.
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This isn't said nearly as confrontational as it could have been, in fact, Crowley should take his own advice, and he knows it.
"Take it from me, one asshole to another."
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That's the case with his friends at least.
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Crowley quite likes humans, and when NJ he wants to, he can make friends quite easily. But when it comes to his own kind, that isn't the case. As far as Hell is concerned, Crowley's the asshole, and in that case, he's okay with it.
"Well, speaking of, I need to get back to another one of us before he loses his head. I'd better be off." he shoves his hands deep into the pockets of his jeans. "You've been a great deal of help. Let me know how I can repay the favor."
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Well, not overtly at least. He tends to offer his help under the radar where nobody knows he's doing it. Direct helpfulness is not in his nature.
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Crowley didn't mean to sound so irritated, but he was, it couldn't be helped. Jules would just have to come to terms with the fact that he was helpful after all.
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Most others were just optimistic idiots who were going to have their guts torn out in spectacular fashion when the truth finally revealed itself.
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"But thanks, really." he nods, offering a smile as he heads in the direction that led him there to begin with. "I owe you one."
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"Minsid hell, "I owe you one?" This place must be more screwed up than I thought if it can alter reality that much."
Nobody ever owes him one. He's the one who will be constantly paying back debts to karma.
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He waives behind him as he exits, yelling a short 'Ciao!' before heading out of sight.