bondsoflove: (upon my liar's chair)
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[Blood. Shouting. The crackling of electricity, sparks falling in showers, illuminating sharp silhouettes, flashbulb moments of action. Fire, someone shouts. Bang, and a blast of light. Bang. Blackness.

Blue flickering light and a pale, blood-spattered face. The mouth splits into a dangerous, manic grin.]


Two down, Warsman.

[Suddenly, the light goes out. Sasuke's head whips over his shoulder, his eyes widening in shock.

The feed dies.]


[[OOC: Please feel free to respond! Sasuke's probably not going to answer you just yet, but dead messages and earlier-in-the-day action logs, reactions, etc are all welcome. ♥]]
integrity: [Season Eight] (♆ To jack my style.)
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[Crowley is sitting in a chair in his bedroom, looking rather satisfied with himself, for someone who has generally been a pissed off dickhead for the past two months. He's reading something very heavy and very old, turning the pages and making notes in the margins of a book that is probably older than the majority of the people within Siren's Port.

He can just buy another one if he smudges it across a page.

When he's done reading, Crowley closes the book and sets it aside, standing to fetch something from another room. When he does so, he automatically steps to the right -- because his Hellhound is seated there, ever close, and Crowley leaves the room without another word.

For about ten seconds.

Crowley immediately reappears in the frame, staring almost incredulously at his dog, who is staring back in some confusion, head-tilted, for those who can see her. There's a soft woof and a thump of her tail against the thick rug as Crowley murmurs, stunned.]


I'll be damned.

[The feed times out of its own accord.]

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