10 [Accidental Video | Action]

[integrity]

[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!

Comments

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[paranoidbastard]

Yeah, I bet you would.

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[integrity]

Don't act as if it wouldn't be funny, Bobby.

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[paranoidbastard]

Ohh, I would never act like it. [ Ohoho witty repartee indeed. He will never admit that that thought is amusing !! ]

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[integrity]

Don't let the humor kill you.

I think laughing may burst your decrepit liver.

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[paranoidbastard]

I know how much you'd be put out for company without me. Gimme a couple weeks to really build up just to spite you.

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[integrity]

I do so love it when you spite me.

[Crowley certainly isn't going to say that he really would be put out if Bobby weren't here. He's the only human Crowley actually appreciates. Mainly because Bobby is the only one smart enough to beat him at his own game. Everyone else is too stupid.]

But you have to wait a few more years for that, I don't give out spoilers.

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[paranoidbastard]

And I don't like 'em. Look at us, chock full of common ground.

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[integrity]

Hence why we get along.

[He looks positively amused.]

Though I will never forgive your disgusting choice of liquor. Or your aversion to my dog.

It seems we're fated to be star-crossed.

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[paranoidbastard]

[ Snort. This is his look, his "I am not gracing that star-crossed thing with a response and will not touch it with a ten-foot pole" look.

And also him having another drink. Ah, the disease known as antagonism. ] My mistake. Who'd really have an aversion to a vicious, invisible demon lapdog? They're the new Shih Tzu.

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[integrity]

It isn't her fault people are stupid and sell their souls for ridiculous things like money and lost loved ones.

[A lazy shrug of his shoulder.]

She simply does a good job.

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[paranoidbastard]

I'm drownin' in sympathy. [ Sometimes people say "no quarter given," and then they give like a nickel. Bobby does not tend to do that. ]

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[integrity]

Come now, you must sympathize a little.

Look at your job.

Hardly glamorous, but you do it all the same.

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[paranoidbastard]

And save a few human lives in the process. [ On a good day. ]

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[integrity]

Fish in a barrel.

[A dismissive wave of his fingers.]

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[paranoidbastard]

[ Eyeroll. ] And I'm sure you're just the lucky bastard with a net.

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[integrity]

I worked very hard for that net.

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[paranoidbastard]

Oh, of course you did. [ You worked very hard indeed, precious. ]

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[integrity]

Demons have to work for their pay too, you know.

It isn't a thankless position.

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[paranoidbastard]

Desk all loaded down with thank you cards, Crowley?