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demonicmiracle) wrote2019-07-26 08:50 pm
demonicmiracle) wrote2019-07-26 08:50 pm
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Hey, it's Anthony Crowley. You know what to do, do it with style.
Hey, it's Anthony Crowley. You know what to do, do it with style.
[That is a fascinating — if slightly inaccurate — reference, but Crowley doesn't care enough to correct him. He also doesn't care enough to confirm that he actually did check their location by celestial navigation and found they are roughly where they've been told they are. That doesn't mean it's real.]
Doesn't feel like a cult, the locals aren't scared enough.
[He has... an unfortunate amount of experience with cults, because Hell is almost always fond of them.]
And they're all too good at pretending, none of 'em have slipped up for even a second, that's hard to buy.
Doesn't feel like a cult, the locals aren't scared enough.
[He has... an unfortunate amount of experience with cults, because Hell is almost always fond of them.]
And they're all too good at pretending, none of 'em have slipped up for even a second, that's hard to buy.
...True. [he admits that like it's hard-- which it is, in a way. crowley has the better point than him. annoying.] What do you reckon then, Thomas Magnum?
[Crowley considers that question for a moment, regarding his drink while he decides how honest to be.
Archer has already seen him attempt to use blood magic, so he can't exactly pretend he's normal. And also, no one will believe Archer if he tries to spread rumors.]
For my money, it's some kind of pocket dimension. I've got a... vague understanding of the theory, but not the application.
[He figures they're presently outside time, which is something he could do, if only for a short time, but he's never tried it before, doesn't know what it would look like.]
What I do know is we should be terrified of whatever has enough power to do this.
Archer has already seen him attempt to use blood magic, so he can't exactly pretend he's normal. And also, no one will believe Archer if he tries to spread rumors.]
For my money, it's some kind of pocket dimension. I've got a... vague understanding of the theory, but not the application.
[He figures they're presently outside time, which is something he could do, if only for a short time, but he's never tried it before, doesn't know what it would look like.]
What I do know is we should be terrified of whatever has enough power to do this.
[he has, but archer waved october off as just a fever dream. he doesn't remember november in the town and-- if he's being honest with himself (which he rarely is) then his relationship with reality has been... not great since he woke up.
if he even did.
but that's a problem for another day.]
Because that's more plausible than a cult!
if he even did.
but that's a problem for another day.]
Because that's more plausible than a cult!
Sorry, weren't you just telling me you'd been to space?
[Like that is equally as far fetched as pocket dimensions, because as far as Crowley knows, random people don't just go up to space, and there's no way any government program let Archer be an astronaut.]
Anyway, isn't about plausibility, it's about what makes sense with how this place is and what it's done to us.
[Like that is equally as far fetched as pocket dimensions, because as far as Crowley knows, random people don't just go up to space, and there's no way any government program let Archer be an astronaut.]
Anyway, isn't about plausibility, it's about what makes sense with how this place is and what it's done to us.
Yeah? That's just aerodynamics. Not... quantum whatevers.
[you know, he and the others technically qualify as astronauts, but not one of any particular skill. their training lasted... a couple days, at best.
archer looks away for a moment, then winces.] Uh, yeah, Ray didn't always have a prosthetic. It used to be, like... a proper robot hand. Also, his legs? So I don't really know how they managed to get those out. Like, the hand would just be--
[he mimes holding and swinging a fire axe, making a whoosh, crkk noise to pantomime cutting a hand off.]
--But the legs? I don't know. Kind of sucks for him. [...] And me! Mostly me. You have no idea how goddamn annoying it is to have... half an agent that could help me with stuff around here.
[you know, he and the others technically qualify as astronauts, but not one of any particular skill. their training lasted... a couple days, at best.
archer looks away for a moment, then winces.] Uh, yeah, Ray didn't always have a prosthetic. It used to be, like... a proper robot hand. Also, his legs? So I don't really know how they managed to get those out. Like, the hand would just be--
[he mimes holding and swinging a fire axe, making a whoosh, crkk noise to pantomime cutting a hand off.]
--But the legs? I don't know. Kind of sucks for him. [...] And me! Mostly me. You have no idea how goddamn annoying it is to have... half an agent that could help me with stuff around here.
Right, but if you'd told that to someone from a couple hundred years back, it'd sound like as much nonsense as different universes does.
[And okay, that's science, not mystical bullshit like what Crowley is thinking, but he figures the basic point still makes sense. Not understanding something does mean it isn't possible.
His eyebrows go up as Archer explains about Ray, feeling a slight moment of empathy for the guy, considering he's also missing limbs and had his experience of the world fucked up. He can still get around fine without his wings, doesn't need a cane or would have to deal with an old fashioned prosthetic, but it's disturbing, not feeling them.]
Probably would be wise to never say that to his face, m'sure this is annoying enough without you calling him half of anything.
[He is... curious though, if Archer was just deflecting there out of fear that someone might catch him giving a shit about someone else.]
[And okay, that's science, not mystical bullshit like what Crowley is thinking, but he figures the basic point still makes sense. Not understanding something does mean it isn't possible.
His eyebrows go up as Archer explains about Ray, feeling a slight moment of empathy for the guy, considering he's also missing limbs and had his experience of the world fucked up. He can still get around fine without his wings, doesn't need a cane or would have to deal with an old fashioned prosthetic, but it's disturbing, not feeling them.]
Probably would be wise to never say that to his face, m'sure this is annoying enough without you calling him half of anything.
[He is... curious though, if Archer was just deflecting there out of fear that someone might catch him giving a shit about someone else.]
They'd also probably lose their minds if you gave then a single dorito, so you know, whatever.
[it's not time travel. they haven't fucking time traveled. that's literally impossible and not something archer would imagine could happen outside of his coma dreaming.]
Already have. [he makes a face.] We actually have about one leg between us, so, y'know.
[this is... actually kind of a show of trust, in archer's own way.]
[it's not time travel. they haven't fucking time traveled. that's literally impossible and not something archer would imagine could happen outside of his coma dreaming.]
Already have. [he makes a face.] We actually have about one leg between us, so, y'know.
[this is... actually kind of a show of trust, in archer's own way.]
[It genuinely takes him a second to recall what a dorito is. Most of his understanding of food is based on what Aziraphale eats, and angels don't eat doritos.]
That was the first thing you thought of?
[He's like, impressed by the way Archer's mind must work. Truly fascinating. Hell should study him.]
You're rather spry for a bloke with less than one leg.
[He can see the gesture for what it is, which is why he's being somewhat more gentle about his curiosity. There's an opening there for Archer to explain, or he can brush it off with a joke. As much as Crowley would like to know, it doesn't serve any purpose right now, so he can let it go if he has to.]
That was the first thing you thought of?
[He's like, impressed by the way Archer's mind must work. Truly fascinating. Hell should study him.]
You're rather spry for a bloke with less than one leg.
[He can see the gesture for what it is, which is why he's being somewhat more gentle about his curiosity. There's an opening there for Archer to explain, or he can brush it off with a joke. As much as Crowley would like to know, it doesn't serve any purpose right now, so he can let it go if he has to.]
Yes?
[archer leans back with a sigh, running a hand through his hair. it his trust for crowley comes from the similar personality read and how he's been so far-- ironic that he'd trust a demon, right? not that archer knows crowley's true nature.
maybe he just kind of needs someone to talk to about all this, too. probably not that. hopefully not that.]
I got shot three times in the stomach and drowned. Coma for three years. Kinda stupid, because I've been shot way more than that and none of the others put me in a coma, but whatever.
[archer leans back with a sigh, running a hand through his hair. it his trust for crowley comes from the similar personality read and how he's been so far-- ironic that he'd trust a demon, right? not that archer knows crowley's true nature.
maybe he just kind of needs someone to talk to about all this, too. probably not that. hopefully not that.]
I got shot three times in the stomach and drowned. Coma for three years. Kinda stupid, because I've been shot way more than that and none of the others put me in a coma, but whatever.
[Well, this is a thing that's happening.
Crowley isn't incapable of feigning sympathy, he's had to do jobs for Aziraphale as part of the Arrangement often enough that he's learned how to come across as nice and kind and comforting, should he have to. Somehow, he doesn't think that's what Archer particularly wants.]
It'd be the drowning that did it, awful business, that. [Speaking from experience.] Your luck is a bit shite, isn't it?
Crowley isn't incapable of feigning sympathy, he's had to do jobs for Aziraphale as part of the Arrangement often enough that he's learned how to come across as nice and kind and comforting, should he have to. Somehow, he doesn't think that's what Archer particularly wants.]
It'd be the drowning that did it, awful business, that. [Speaking from experience.] Your luck is a bit shite, isn't it?
[as usual, snake boy is dead on.]
Sucked all three times. [jesus, he's really drowned that many times? archer doesn't even know he has one more in his future.] But anyway, what kind of a total pussy would I be if I died just because of that? A huge one.
[he drains his drink, signaling for another.]
Anyway, Ray's is worse. Have you seen him? Seriously.
Sucked all three times. [jesus, he's really drowned that many times? archer doesn't even know he has one more in his future.] But anyway, what kind of a total pussy would I be if I died just because of that? A huge one.
[he drains his drink, signaling for another.]
Anyway, Ray's is worse. Have you seen him? Seriously.
[How is Archer still alive? Questions that will haunt Crowley.]
I wasn't aware that dying in a particular way made you a pussy.
[Just to be a shit, he mimics Archer's accent on the word, since it's so awfully American.]
Mm, well, you're entitled to your opinion.
[Neither agreeing nor disagreeing, because he thinks that's what will annoy Archer the most.
#friendship]
I wasn't aware that dying in a particular way made you a pussy.
[Just to be a shit, he mimics Archer's accent on the word, since it's so awfully American.]
Mm, well, you're entitled to your opinion.
[Neither agreeing nor disagreeing, because he thinks that's what will annoy Archer the most.
#friendship]
Dying at all makes you a pussy. I guess... unless it's old age...
[oof ouchie his heart clenches briefly at that. woodhouse...]
It-- Crowley? It is. Believe me. It is.
[oof ouchie his heart clenches briefly at that. woodhouse...]
It-- Crowley? It is. Believe me. It is.
I'd have thought you'd be the type to want to go out in a blaze of glory.
[From what he's observed so far, Archer has the ego and self-destructive streak to be exactly that sort of man.]
Half that bad luck wouldn't be your fault, would it?
[Just saying.]
[From what he's observed so far, Archer has the ego and self-destructive streak to be exactly that sort of man.]
Half that bad luck wouldn't be your fault, would it?
[Just saying.]
[he doesn't answer that; archer's relationship with his mortality and how much he gives a shit about it is far too complicated.]
Heh. He said it was all my fault, huh? Yeah, they sure do like blaming things on me.
[because most of the time they are his fault]
Heh. He said it was all my fault, huh? Yeah, they sure do like blaming things on me.
[because most of the time they are his fault]
[The lack of answer says plenty, really.]
Nah, was a lucky guess, you just seem the sort to make everyone else's life difficult.
[Harsh but perhaps fair, since Crowley is... also that sort of person, though with more intent. It's part of being a demon.]
Nah, was a lucky guess, you just seem the sort to make everyone else's life difficult.
[Harsh but perhaps fair, since Crowley is... also that sort of person, though with more intent. It's part of being a demon.]
Ha, [he barks, humourlessly before he takes another couple deep drinks when it's delivered. as much as archer likes to pretend everything flows off him like water off a duck, he does sometimes find his thoughts floating back to everyone outright saying they were happier when he was in his coma.] more like more awesome. Those idiots wouldn't even be alive if it wasn't for me.
[He wonders if he's struck a nerve, but doesn't particularly care either way if he did.]
I'm sure they're terribly appreciative of your efforts.
[Just — very dry, there.]
I'm sure they're terribly appreciative of your efforts.
[Just — very dry, there.]
[ On Christmas morning Crowley (and Aziraphale) will find a gift-wrapped package on their doorstep, containing a Tiffany-style (a reproduction, don't worry) stained glass angel lamp, with a card: ]
you kick miette?? you kick miette like the football???
demonicmiracle
2020-12-24 03:38 pm (UTC)(link)
[For about thirty seconds, Crowley is actually kind of excited about having received a Christmas gift from someone other than Aziraphale, but that quickly falls way to disappointment when he reads the card and actually opens the thing.
It's... surprising, to say the least, he really didn't think this was the sort of shite that Ray would pull, but he puts it aside, determined to enjoy his Christmas, even if it's an odd one.
Boxing Day, though, with the creepy snowmans gone from the yard and everything feeling oddly peaceful, Crowley decides to take a drive over to Ray's. There's a wrapped present sitting on the passenger seat, though he hasn't decided yet if he's going to actually give it to Ray.
He leaves it in the car as he walks up to the door, knocking a bit more gently than the last time he was here.]
It's... surprising, to say the least, he really didn't think this was the sort of shite that Ray would pull, but he puts it aside, determined to enjoy his Christmas, even if it's an odd one.
Boxing Day, though, with the creepy snowmans gone from the yard and everything feeling oddly peaceful, Crowley decides to take a drive over to Ray's. There's a wrapped present sitting on the passenger seat, though he hasn't decided yet if he's going to actually give it to Ray.
He leaves it in the car as he walks up to the door, knocking a bit more gently than the last time he was here.]
[ Ray answers the door, looking perky and untroubled by all his usual grievances, wearing a flour-dusted half apron and holding a cigarette in his good hand. His eyebrows raise, smile hesitant for a moment, but then quickly growing bright and sincere. ]
Oh, it's you! Come in, come in.
[ He steps out of the way, letting the door open further. ]
What can I do for ya?
Oh, it's you! Come in, come in.
[ He steps out of the way, letting the door open further. ]
What can I do for ya?
[Crowley looks a little confused by that perky smile, glancing down at the apron Ray's wearing. It's all a little off, just not enough to really pinpoint what's wrong.
He'd come here planning to call Ray out, but he feels a bit uncertain about it now that he's here.]
Hullo, you're uh, looking well.
[It almost sounds like a question, but he comes inside anyway, pausing by the door to take off his boots rather than tracking snow through the house. He's not an animal.]
Just thought I'd pop by, wish you a Merry Christmas. Whatcha baking?
He'd come here planning to call Ray out, but he feels a bit uncertain about it now that he's here.]
Hullo, you're uh, looking well.
[It almost sounds like a question, but he comes inside anyway, pausing by the door to take off his boots rather than tracking snow through the house. He's not an animal.]
Just thought I'd pop by, wish you a Merry Christmas. Whatcha baking?
Oh, yeah, I feel great. Don't you just love Christmas?
[ Still smiling, Ray bounces away -- well, as much as he can in leg braces -- back toward the kitchen, gesturing with a sweep of his arm to invite Crowley to have a seat. ]
Such a shame about that big ol' storm, though. Here I was holdin' out hope maybe my family'd make it up to see us, y'know, they still haven't even met my wife yet-- [ Bustling around, then he looks back over. ] And I figured today I'd just keep things simple and throw together some brownies. If I don't get rid of all this chocolate before the New Year, I swear I'm gonna-- oh, wait, where are my manners?! Can I get you anything? Some coffee?
[ Still smiling, Ray bounces away -- well, as much as he can in leg braces -- back toward the kitchen, gesturing with a sweep of his arm to invite Crowley to have a seat. ]
Such a shame about that big ol' storm, though. Here I was holdin' out hope maybe my family'd make it up to see us, y'know, they still haven't even met my wife yet-- [ Bustling around, then he looks back over. ] And I figured today I'd just keep things simple and throw together some brownies. If I don't get rid of all this chocolate before the New Year, I swear I'm gonna-- oh, wait, where are my manners?! Can I get you anything? Some coffee?
[He follows Ray with a hint of trepidation that quickly grows to outright worried confusion, though he's sensible enough to keep it off his face, smiling pleasantly when he's addressed.]
Erm, nah, it's alright, I won't keep you long. Avery's determined to try making babka, and I'd best not leave him alone in the kitchen too long. He sends his best, by the way.
[He wonders if he should check in on Ellie, see if whatever the hell this is has her acting weird, too.]
Erm, nah, it's alright, I won't keep you long. Avery's determined to try making babka, and I'd best not leave him alone in the kitchen too long. He sends his best, by the way.
[He wonders if he should check in on Ellie, see if whatever the hell this is has her acting weird, too.]
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