18 [Video]
April 30th, 2012 02:30 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
[Crowley is, oddly, on the shoreline today. The demon doesn't really have much of a taste for long walks on the beach, but his dogs do -- or, at least, they're enjoying the open stretch of land to run around and make a general nuisance of themselves. This place isn't an endless stretch of ever-expanding dimensional space, like Hell is -- and hellhounds, like all good hunting dogs, need space to run.
The demon himself seems to be staying away from the water, though, and he hasn't noticed his video feed is on -- though the NV is in his hand and he seems to be scrolling through something, as his fingers are moving across the screen -- and he glances up, at the sound of something yipping, and in an instant, the feed crackles, and the demon is closer to the water, to pull a curious puppy from the shoreline with telekinesis before he dunks his nose in salt water.]
What are you doing? There isn't even anything there except seawe --
[And then, the feed jolts awkwardly -- because Crowley's own much larger hellhound has abruptly shoved him not backward, but forward, in order to move him away from something that has suddenly lurched out of the Darkness -- but in doing so, the demon is sent directly into the oncoming wave of... well, the ocean.
And, well. Demons and salt don't mix well.
Cue a moment or two of crackling feed, an odd hissing sound, and -- that is definitely the sound of Crowley swearing -- before the feed abruptly turns back on. The demon has now since realized the stupid thing has been recording and, as a result, has ceased to give a fuck. Crowley, oddly, does not have his larger black coat on. It is wringing itself out behind him, with telekinesis, and the demon's arms are twitching oddly -- as his clothes are still soaked with salt water. The hellhound puppy appears to be fine, for those who can see it, and Growley is laying on the ground, with her stomach pressed into the sand, the very picture of ashamed.]
To those that it may interest, I have two hellhounds on the market for adoption.
Be warned that they are incompetent.
[And the feed abruptly shuts off in a burst of static as Crowley snaps his fingers.]
The demon himself seems to be staying away from the water, though, and he hasn't noticed his video feed is on -- though the NV is in his hand and he seems to be scrolling through something, as his fingers are moving across the screen -- and he glances up, at the sound of something yipping, and in an instant, the feed crackles, and the demon is closer to the water, to pull a curious puppy from the shoreline with telekinesis before he dunks his nose in salt water.]
What are you doing? There isn't even anything there except seawe --
[And then, the feed jolts awkwardly -- because Crowley's own much larger hellhound has abruptly shoved him not backward, but forward, in order to move him away from something that has suddenly lurched out of the Darkness -- but in doing so, the demon is sent directly into the oncoming wave of... well, the ocean.
And, well. Demons and salt don't mix well.
Cue a moment or two of crackling feed, an odd hissing sound, and -- that is definitely the sound of Crowley swearing -- before the feed abruptly turns back on. The demon has now since realized the stupid thing has been recording and, as a result, has ceased to give a fuck. Crowley, oddly, does not have his larger black coat on. It is wringing itself out behind him, with telekinesis, and the demon's arms are twitching oddly -- as his clothes are still soaked with salt water. The hellhound puppy appears to be fine, for those who can see it, and Growley is laying on the ground, with her stomach pressed into the sand, the very picture of ashamed.]
To those that it may interest, I have two hellhounds on the market for adoption.
Be warned that they are incompetent.
[And the feed abruptly shuts off in a burst of static as Crowley snaps his fingers.]