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sirenspull2012-01-26 06:25 pm
integrity) wrote in sirenspull2012-01-26 06:25 pm
10 [Accidental Video | Action]
[The NV turns on to show massive paw prints in the snow, spaced an incredible distance apart. The feed continues moving -- the paw prints are getting closer together -- until it stops abruptly, with a soft chuckle from your resident favorite demon -- because it appears that a massive bloody thing is hovering in mid-air.]
Was killing it necessary?
[The bloody lump of... whatever the living hell Crowley's Hellhound has found shakes in mid-air, the bones crunching with a quick snap of her jaws as she swallows part of it whole, before dropping the other half on the ground. The snow then puffs upward in a spray of crystals as Growley drops obediently at Crowley's feet.
The NV moves for a moment or two before Crowley pockets it, though you can still hear him speaking before the feed shuts off.]
Last time I ask you to fetch me a bloody steak, stupid beast.
ooc; You can find Crowley and his hellhound in person if you're wandering around Sector Three!
Was killing it necessary?
[The bloody lump of... whatever the living hell Crowley's Hellhound has found shakes in mid-air, the bones crunching with a quick snap of her jaws as she swallows part of it whole, before dropping the other half on the ground. The snow then puffs upward in a spray of crystals as Growley drops obediently at Crowley's feet.
The NV moves for a moment or two before Crowley pockets it, though you can still hear him speaking before the feed shuts off.]
Last time I ask you to fetch me a bloody steak, stupid beast.
ooc; You can find Crowley and his hellhound in person if you're wandering around Sector Three!
[Video]
The slightest click of his tongue against his teeth and the hellhound falls silent, obedient and loyal, but she's still pressed against her master, staring with her blood-red eyes into the camera, almost as if Lucifer was going to reach through the NV and strangle Crowley before her eyes.
He reaches backward with a hand to gently pat the dog on the chest without looking at it, to calm her down, before he speaks.]
I would hate to disappoint.
[Video]
Another plan forms, and Lucifer's week is officially made a Good Week.]
The corporations don't know she's here, do they?
[Video]
[It isn't as if Crowley has made any secret of the fact that he has his Hellhound here -- but there's the slightest cold edge in his tone.
Crowley doesn't particularly give two fucks what Lucifer does in this city so long as he leaves what two or three individuals Crowley deems worth living alone.
And he swears to whatever God isn't there, if Lucifer lays one finger on his dog, Crowley will rip out his eyes and deliver them personally to Michael on a silver fucking platter.]
[Video]
Are you recovering from a brain injury? Dipping into Sammy's private stash? why would you let them notice her?
[Video]
[Quite curtly, though this is beginning to amuse him, and Crowley leans backwards against his dog, crossing his arms across his chest.]
Well, anything to piss you off, darling, and I'm right on board. Isn't that right?
[Mere mortal humans could never hope to capture Growley. On her own, she's a formidable force of nature all by herself. And even if they did manage to capture his dog to run experiments on her, Crowley would systematically destroy every single individual who dared to be so stupid. Besides, it isn't as if the corporations have paid much mind to Crowley. He's been minding his manners quite nicely.
Well, not really. He hasn't at all, actually. But he's been clever about it.]
[Video]
[And there ends his capacity to give any fucks. It's not his dog, and he has his own pets to worry about.]
Good talk, wasn't it?
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