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diatu2021-08-02 11:29 pm
serpentinthegarden) wrote in diatu2021-08-02 11:29 pm
Surf's up, School's out
Who: Crowley and OPEN - (Now with bonus August Adventure)
What: A demon getting used to school, meeting new people, going to class... what could go wrong?
Where: In and about the Academy (August Catchall)
When: First day of class
Warnings: Bit of cursing here and there
Room 666
The shades were drawn but only enough so that the light streamed into the room through a narrow slit, brightening the center of the room but leaving the corners rather dark and secluded. That car was still out there. He couldn't make out who was in the driver's seat... if indeed there was anyone in the driver's seat at all... but it had been following him. He thought it had been following him anyway. Maybe it was a mistake?
Maybe every one in this place drove silver DeLorean's. He was too suspicious to be that gullible!
Crowley stood near the window peering out past the curtains, glaring at the stalkers car, fully content to watch it as long as it took to find out who was following him... that is until there was a knock on his door which necessitated his sauntering over to answer it. Now whether the knock had been on purpose or accidental he leaned on the frame and looked over the person in the hall.
"If you are selling I have all the paper and quills I will ever need... Maybe if you try the next door down? And knock really loud," he added for just that extra touch of demonic mischief to incite the maximum level of disturbance to his new neighbor, "They are a bit hard of hearing."
First Class
Crowley came to class on that first day in typical style. He was late and wearing his stylish outfit from home instead of his assigned uniform. He made a grand production of taking a seat at the back of the classroom and propping up his feet on the back of the desk chair in front of him... very nearly on top of the head of the student sitting at that desk.
Intimations class. Crowley had no idea what that was, barely looked at the syllabus when one was passed around to him, and was more focused on constructing a few paper wads to fling at the other student in the next row over... until the instructor demonstrated one of the spells they would be learning in the class by reciting a prayer to the God of Love. Then his demonic outcry would be heard echoing throughout the school.
"NGK!!! What the Heaven... What kind of class is this?!"
With a prayer and a gesture by an irate instructor who had had enough Crowley would find himself unceremoniously magically teleported out of the classroom for being too much of a disturbance. He is bound to reappear; falling from the air, crashing into your dorm bed, splashing down in the middle of a pool... feel free to run into him anywhere.
Escape
He was outside in a flash, hopping down the cement steps and taking off across the lawn in long-legged gate.
"No, no, no, no, no! This is ridiculous! I can't be in that kind of class! Or have that kind of magic!"
Fear and uncertainty manifested itself as anger and he hissed to himself as he fled the school building.
"It has to be a mistake or..."
With a fierce glare he staggered back to snark at the sky.
"Some great big pissing joke!"
He knows you are up there God and just laughing your ass off about this! There would be no answer of course, there never was. There was only the interminable silence and the fear that this was all some how ineffable.
August Adventure - Panic At The Fresco
Renowned artist Brank Cee just finished his latest masterpiece -- only for a sudden Valhudor flash mob to erupt just as he hung it up to dry! Now he's over here, the piece is over there, and the lead actor has come within a hair's breadth of skewering it with his sword prop three different times in one duel alone! He can't get through the crowd to recover it, let alone the performance. Oh please, rescue his painting and he will reward you!
Lounging on a bench Crowley looked up at the panicked artist, then over to the flash mob, then laid right back down where he had been .
"Why not just walk over there and get it yourself? Yea, yea, yea... you are afraid of getting conscripted to the play."
It did seem like they were pulling people in from all over. Willing and not-so willing participants either joined in with the song and dance or sulked angrily in the background.
"I don't know why you think I want to get caught up in it either."
Besides, like a flicker of flame springing to life, he suddenly had a better idea one he sat bolt upright for.
"Why not leave the painting where it is? So it gets skewered! All you need is a crowd of people watching and you could make a bundle off those bits of painting fragments still hanging in the frame. Call it performance art! They will see you as a genius."
What: A demon getting used to school, meeting new people, going to class... what could go wrong?
Where: In and about the Academy (August Catchall)
When: First day of class
Warnings: Bit of cursing here and there
Room 666
The shades were drawn but only enough so that the light streamed into the room through a narrow slit, brightening the center of the room but leaving the corners rather dark and secluded. That car was still out there. He couldn't make out who was in the driver's seat... if indeed there was anyone in the driver's seat at all... but it had been following him. He thought it had been following him anyway. Maybe it was a mistake?
Maybe every one in this place drove silver DeLorean's. He was too suspicious to be that gullible!
Crowley stood near the window peering out past the curtains, glaring at the stalkers car, fully content to watch it as long as it took to find out who was following him... that is until there was a knock on his door which necessitated his sauntering over to answer it. Now whether the knock had been on purpose or accidental he leaned on the frame and looked over the person in the hall.
"If you are selling I have all the paper and quills I will ever need... Maybe if you try the next door down? And knock really loud," he added for just that extra touch of demonic mischief to incite the maximum level of disturbance to his new neighbor, "They are a bit hard of hearing."
First Class
Crowley came to class on that first day in typical style. He was late and wearing his stylish outfit from home instead of his assigned uniform. He made a grand production of taking a seat at the back of the classroom and propping up his feet on the back of the desk chair in front of him... very nearly on top of the head of the student sitting at that desk.
Intimations class. Crowley had no idea what that was, barely looked at the syllabus when one was passed around to him, and was more focused on constructing a few paper wads to fling at the other student in the next row over... until the instructor demonstrated one of the spells they would be learning in the class by reciting a prayer to the God of Love. Then his demonic outcry would be heard echoing throughout the school.
"NGK!!! What the Heaven... What kind of class is this?!"
With a prayer and a gesture by an irate instructor who had had enough Crowley would find himself unceremoniously magically teleported out of the classroom for being too much of a disturbance. He is bound to reappear; falling from the air, crashing into your dorm bed, splashing down in the middle of a pool... feel free to run into him anywhere.
Escape
He was outside in a flash, hopping down the cement steps and taking off across the lawn in long-legged gate.
"No, no, no, no, no! This is ridiculous! I can't be in that kind of class! Or have that kind of magic!"
Fear and uncertainty manifested itself as anger and he hissed to himself as he fled the school building.
"It has to be a mistake or..."
With a fierce glare he staggered back to snark at the sky.
"Some great big pissing joke!"
He knows you are up there God and just laughing your ass off about this! There would be no answer of course, there never was. There was only the interminable silence and the fear that this was all some how ineffable.
August Adventure - Panic At The Fresco
Renowned artist Brank Cee just finished his latest masterpiece -- only for a sudden Valhudor flash mob to erupt just as he hung it up to dry! Now he's over here, the piece is over there, and the lead actor has come within a hair's breadth of skewering it with his sword prop three different times in one duel alone! He can't get through the crowd to recover it, let alone the performance. Oh please, rescue his painting and he will reward you!
Lounging on a bench Crowley looked up at the panicked artist, then over to the flash mob, then laid right back down where he had been .
"Why not just walk over there and get it yourself? Yea, yea, yea... you are afraid of getting conscripted to the play."
It did seem like they were pulling people in from all over. Willing and not-so willing participants either joined in with the song and dance or sulked angrily in the background.
"I don't know why you think I want to get caught up in it either."
Besides, like a flicker of flame springing to life, he suddenly had a better idea one he sat bolt upright for.
"Why not leave the painting where it is? So it gets skewered! All you need is a crowd of people watching and you could make a bundle off those bits of painting fragments still hanging in the frame. Call it performance art! They will see you as a genius."
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Crowley returned to sipping his wine as only a demon could, by downing half of the glass.
"I don't have any solid plans. I might stick around, I might not. I haven't seen much of this place yet."
And there was always Alpha Centauri.
"Were you planning on sticking around or flying back to... wherever it is you came from? Venus?"
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"I'm not sure where I come from. I don't usually have much choice, it seems, where I go." So he had no answer to that question really. "I've just come to accept it." He was tempted to try a little wine but then that would not end well and there was enough going on.
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Or defeatist. Crowley didn't particularly care for either really, not from a human. They were meant to be out there striving against the flow of things not just bobbing along with it.
"If you could have anything, no matter how unrealistic, what would it be?"
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The question though caught him off guard.
"Justice. For all the kids that died that shouldn't can have a second chance, that the system would work the way it ought to without everything getting in the way, that kids could grow up safe with nothing to be afraid of. I want to know who the fuck I am and for once not to screw up everything in the process of trying to do some good in the world."
Well, he'd asked, and maybe Alec had said too much, but what the hell.
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It was a more creative answer that the more often said, 'world peace', and it spoke to Crowley's secret fondness for children, but he had not been expecting it.
"I thought you would say better health, a new car... something for you."
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"You?"
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He could have been sappy and said he wanted to remain with Aziraphale, wherever he went, to which ever world he ended up on next, but the angel was already here and not likely to leave without Crowley.
So...
The demon took another good long sip from his wine.
"I'm really missing my car."
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"What kind of car was it?" Maybe he could make one. Who knew? It was magic after all.
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You will have to hone your magical skills to make a car with as much character as that!
"Got it from new, right off the line, and I've kept it in mint condition ever since. I suppose... I do have a car here, one of those futuristic American things. But it doesn't have the same feel!"
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Anyway, Alec didn't really have a concept of a Bentley let alone one from a particular era. He could distinguish modern vehicles well enough to do his job-- to have done his job-- if he'd even done it... but beyond that...
The point was he had every confidence that Ant-- Crowley would eventually get what he wanted. He always did.
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"Don't do that. Don't ever try to carry me anywhere."
Alec would probably fall to bits and who would be left to pick up the pieces, him?
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"Then don't give me a reason."
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Crowley paused as his head spun from standing up from the table too quickly.
"And if I ever am I can just get sober again. S'not a big deal."
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"We may be in school but I don't need my hand held just to walk across campus. Ca... cho... whatever they say in Italy when you leave a room..."
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"Think of it as leading me into temptation. Come on."
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"More like down the yellow brick road."
Alec was the scarecrow. Crowley might well have been the Tin man for his joints seemed to stiffen up as they walked like the wine he had drunk was acting on them like rain.
"You could just magic those books back to your room?"
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"I'm not that talented. And unlike you, I'm human. I can't just make something happen with a thought." As much as he was beginning to wish he could.
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"You can! One of the good things about being human is having a thought and then creating it... Some of the best things were thoughts before they were real."
Cars, for one. Had they had this conversation before?
"And now you have magic. Few lessons... Who knows what you could do with it."
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Despite his drunkenness the serpent still managed a good monologue even if a few of the names had been slurred and his feet might not have been cooperating as they both seemed to want to walk in opposite directions.
"And I don't know where you get that from!" He hissed, a touch offended actually, "All I was told was that I was to make trouble! No one, ever, said anything about being against humans... I like humans, most of the time, when you aren't being... disappointing or boring."
If that arm around Alec's neck squeezed just a little tighter is wasn't a hug or because Crowley could be a sloppy sentimental drunk.
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"Seems an odd way to like them if your job is about damning them, isn't it?" Though he didn't really know how religion played into it anymore. Who could tell what was real? He sure as hell couldn't.
"But maybe you're just doing your job like everything else." If it wasn't a hug it was definitely a hair ruffle, even though he had to reach around. "You're not bad for a demon..."
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He snarled under the hair ruffling as he hadn't yet accepted that even a demon might not be all bad. If he had ever had a say in that maybe things would be different. Maybe he would retire from damning or only do it on boring weekends when there was nothing else going on and the TV was showing reruns.
Or maybe he would carry on like always. He did like humans but he had never giving much thought to what happened to them after they died. As they had free will and the coveted ability to chose their own fate if they did end up damned then it was due to their own actions. He only tempted them, they were the ones who decided to dive headlong into evil or not. Demons did not have that luxury...
"Anyway it's not like I have a choice. If you are a demon you get the 'go up there and cause some trouble', orders transmitted directly into your mind... demonic Dukes to check up on things... you either fall in line or deal with the consequences. There are far worse things than being damned!"
Crowley staggered forward, but only made it as far as the front door of the rooming house before he sagged back against it.
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