Crowley (
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sirenspull2012-02-13 12:31 am
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So.
[Crowley is in his apartment, carefully turning something over in his hand. It's a silver knife -- and Crowley is wearing gloves so it doesn't burn him -- but why he has such a thing is beyond anyone's guess. Maybe Crowley just feels like being particularly creepy today. Who knows. Who gives a shit. Not Crowley, that's for sure.]
I thought someone had been feeding my dog something particularly disgusting, as apparently she's gained something of a fanclub within the Port, because she's gained weight. And not only has she gained weight, but she's been eating copious amounts of small fuzzy kittens lately, which is putting a damper both on my budget and my carpet.
Unfortunately, that isn't the case, because some insipid insect within the Port has decided it would be funny to impregnate my dog. Now --
[Crowley will just allow the importance of that statement to fall upon the ears of his loyal and adoring public for a moment before he continues speaking.]
Whoever did this has two options. They can speak now or forever hold their peace. Either way, their eyeballs will be ripped from their sockets and dangled from my windowsill as a warning to anyone else stupid enough to screw my dog.
Cheers.
[Click.]
[Crowley is in his apartment, carefully turning something over in his hand. It's a silver knife -- and Crowley is wearing gloves so it doesn't burn him -- but why he has such a thing is beyond anyone's guess. Maybe Crowley just feels like being particularly creepy today. Who knows. Who gives a shit. Not Crowley, that's for sure.]
I thought someone had been feeding my dog something particularly disgusting, as apparently she's gained something of a fanclub within the Port, because she's gained weight. And not only has she gained weight, but she's been eating copious amounts of small fuzzy kittens lately, which is putting a damper both on my budget and my carpet.
Unfortunately, that isn't the case, because some insipid insect within the Port has decided it would be funny to impregnate my dog. Now --
[Crowley will just allow the importance of that statement to fall upon the ears of his loyal and adoring public for a moment before he continues speaking.]
Whoever did this has two options. They can speak now or forever hold their peace. Either way, their eyeballs will be ripped from their sockets and dangled from my windowsill as a warning to anyone else stupid enough to screw my dog.
Cheers.
[Click.]
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I'm a shapeshifter.
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[Crowley doesn't sound particularly happy about this little piece of news.]
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Why does it matter?
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For every reason, none of them you would understand.
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...Mostly it was to see if I could.
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What are you doing with Lucifer.
[His flippant tone is gone, now. He's deadly serious.]
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[Now he's looking less serious and more dumbfounded.
It's kind of a hilarious look on Crowley.
He's not often dumbfounded.]
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There a point to this?
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But no, Crowley is clever. And as a result, he simply narrows his eyes.]
You do realize that, should it come down to it, he would rather have you skewered over a post than save your hide or anyone else's but his own.
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But back to the hellhounds - can I give it a shot or no?
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[He had told Castiel he would give him two days to give Crowley a legitimate reason not to cull them. He always keeps his word.]
But should they prove to be less than a liability than I thought, I won't give them out to anyone without proper cause.
And Lucifer won't be getting one at all.
[That is said firmly. He could give zero fucks if Sam Merlotte has one. He likes Sam quite a lot. But like fucking hell is Lucifer getting one of his dogs.]
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...And if you do decide to keep 'em, my offer'll still be there.
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Naturally.
[Airily.]
-- on a related note... I'd like to see that trick of yours.
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[Crowley shrugs a shoulder.]
I'm curious as to how authentic it is.
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[Sam looks for a convenient bookcase shelf. He's shifted for curious people over the NV before, but Christ does it never stop being awkward.]
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[Crowley almost never asks permission. Feel special. :C]
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It'd probably be easier. You need the address?
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[And Crowley is suddenly in the same room as Sam, leaning against a wall.]
It's a trick of the trade.
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Hey, knock that off. [almost conversationally, turning a stare on her. The fluffy Pomeranian opts for a low growl instead, standing warily near her master. Sam sighs and scoops her up.] Let me just put her in another room. You want something to drink?
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[Crowley is positively incredulous. All offer of drink forgotten.]
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[he strips his shirt off]
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[Hrgh. Crowley prefers his large hellbeast, tyvm.]
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[he's stripping casually as he talks, down to his boxers by the time he stops. (Normally he'd only have to unbutton his jeans, but he's becoming bigger, not smaller, and jeans are expensive.)]
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