Crowley (
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entranceway2014-02-28 12:05 am
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[open video/action with a few privates]
[ Just like that, he's back in Wonderland and memories come flooding back. This is the first time he's truly left and come back and it's even more jarring than he'd expected.
For a moment, he just looks around his room, examining things and checking that all of his belongings are just where he left them. When he gets to his dresser, he pauses at the drawer with the false bottom. It's not until his fingers are sliding over the little vials of blood that he registers what he's doing and he slams the drawer shut with an angry bang.
Then he finally steps outside of his room and into the floating void that contains chunks of Wonderland. ]
Bollocks.
[ video ]
[ He pulls out his device with a sort of haste reserved for near-death experiences. ]
Not sure how long I've been gone, but you seem to have gone to pieces without me.
[ Oh, he is hilarious, isn't he? ]
Is anyone out there or is this some sort of cosmic irony? Because irony's only funny when it's not happening to me.
[ Private message to Sam Winchester and Castiel ]
Boys, I'd like a word if you're still alive.
[ Private message to Blake ]
I need to talk to you.
[ action ]
[ And then he sets about floating himself from chunk to chunk and looking for signs of life as he waits for a response that may never come. On each new chunk of mansion, he walks with a caution that speaks of endless possibilities--none of them good. This could be an event, but it could also be the end. For all he knows, he's even further along than the people who came back from the future. ]
For a moment, he just looks around his room, examining things and checking that all of his belongings are just where he left them. When he gets to his dresser, he pauses at the drawer with the false bottom. It's not until his fingers are sliding over the little vials of blood that he registers what he's doing and he slams the drawer shut with an angry bang.
Then he finally steps outside of his room and into the floating void that contains chunks of Wonderland. ]
Bollocks.
[ video ]
[ He pulls out his device with a sort of haste reserved for near-death experiences. ]
Not sure how long I've been gone, but you seem to have gone to pieces without me.
[ Oh, he is hilarious, isn't he? ]
Is anyone out there or is this some sort of cosmic irony? Because irony's only funny when it's not happening to me.
[ Private message to Sam Winchester and Castiel ]
Boys, I'd like a word if you're still alive.
[ Private message to Blake ]
I need to talk to you.
[ action ]
[ And then he sets about floating himself from chunk to chunk and looking for signs of life as he waits for a response that may never come. On each new chunk of mansion, he walks with a caution that speaks of endless possibilities--none of them good. This could be an event, but it could also be the end. For all he knows, he's even further along than the people who came back from the future. ]
video
[ The odd thing about his life here is that he's made these friends that he honestly doesn't mind putting a little effort into helping. Perhaps they're more allies than friends and he expects them to repay the favor down the line, but he can't quite stop himself from caring just a little, even if he wouldn't really be willing to get hurt for them.
He's entirely sure that it's the blood and the two attempts to cure him that have left him like this and he finds himself waffling as to whether or not he's okay with it.
On the one hand, it's pesky and it makes him more vulnerable, but on the other hand, it fills some hole that he hadn't realized he'd had. Maybe it hadn't been there before all the blood came into play, but it's there now. ]
video
Hopefully that's enough to give you a feeling of where I am. I'm just glad the closets still work during all of this. If you manage to find me, I'll have a bit of something for your time.
[If she was the old Amy, there'd be a bottle of Scotch out waiting for him. As it is, she'll have pulled out a few snacks and a bottle of wine for his troubles.]
video --> action
I think I have a good idea of the region. I'll be there as soon as I can.
[ It takes him about a half hour before he's floating himself over to her little chunk of Wonderland. ]
Keeping yourself occupied?
action
[Around her is an assortment of books, random trinkets that remind her of home, and bizarre things that she managed to get just to see if it'd actually show up. She motions to the little snack she's pulled out.]
Thought you might be hungry after your flight over here.
[She pauses and looks at his back.]
What, no wings?
action
Thank you.
[ And he goes to examine the snack. ]
I'm a demon, sweetheart. Why would I have wings?
action
Cheers, thanks for coming to my rescue.
[She toasts him and takes a sip.]
You do this often, do you? Come to the rescue of damsels in distress? Doesn't seem very demon-y of you.
action
Only the damsels I like. You may not remember it, but you and I have shared a few moments. Not a lot of other Scots here.
action
Well I'm glad I can count myself as one of them. I'd hate to see what you look like when you're mad.
[She tips her head to the side.]
So what was it like, wherever you were off to?
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Dank and uncomfortable. I was cuffed to a chair for most of it.
action
Sounds absolutely miserable. What'd you do to deserve that?
action
[ He'll just leave out all the details that make him sound bad. ]
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People don't just call themselves demons, though. There must have been something to get you into that mess. Unless you're reformed now and walking the paths of saints.
[But she casts him a teasing look that states she doesn't believe that's the case at all.]
action (sorry about that weird phone tag that wouldn't go through from days ago and then did)
[ He tips his head. ]
I'm no saint, but I'd like to think I've got a few virtues along with my vices.
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