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lifeaftr2019-11-10 08:30 pm
agathokakological) wrote in lifeaftr2019-11-10 08:30 pm
[OPEN]
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
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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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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.