01 August 2011 @ 08:22 am
 
[it's been a while, Plane, but Kilgarrah is back and looking none too happy. considering there's only a handful of people back home who even know he exists in order to insult him, he's covered his bases there

so now he's busy displaying his very large, very sharp teeth, wings spread wide to give him size]


Who of you has decided to challenge me? Was it you, witch? The dragonrider? Come forward and I'll show you just whose fangs are largest.
 
 
01 August 2011 @ 12:26 pm
 [Bob pops onto the plane looking pretty distracted. He's nailed down the usual suspects but they all had alibis. (Some of them are still alive.) Having exhausted all other avenues of investigation, including having a sample of it in his pocket, he decides he needs to check this place out.]
 
 
Current Mood: working
 
 
01 August 2011 @ 05:35 pm
Is there a wish that you would die for?

[ There's pause in her voice. In her case, it was wish or die. ]

If something came up to you and gave you any wish in the world, no matter how impossible, in exchange for fighting until the end of your life, would you do it? Is there a wish important enough to you that you would trade inevitable death for it?

Pardon me if the question is personal. I'm simply curious if my... contractor ever appeared here, if he would try to continue his business.
 
 
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[Crowley steps backwards onto the Plane, visibly shaken. Crowley's still a woman (and still producing an incredible amount of pheromones). Today she's dressed in a slinky black dress and black patent leather and white snakeskin pumps.

[She heads immediately for the bar, taking up space behind the counter. She doesn't waste time with cocktails this time and just grabs a bottle of scotch and a shot glass.

[What has her all worked up, you ask? Well here's a convenient flashback for you...]


[She was walking through the rubble of her world, surveying the ghostly images of the buildings of the city she knew so well. She'd been doing this more and more, curious. The buildings sometimes seemed more solid than other times. Today was a day where they seemed to be more there.

[Like so many times before, she found herself in front of the rubble that was once Aziraphale's shop. When she looked up to the ghostly facade, she gasped. There on the windows of the faint image was something real. It felt more real than even the rubble and it looked much more solid than the ghostly facade it was on. Someone had spray painted words in big, blood red letters.
]


"Must not sleep. Must warn others"? Wha--what is this?!

[She took a horrified step back, out of her reality and onto the Plane, her safe haven.]


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01 August 2011 @ 08:56 pm
 
[Miku arrives on the Plane with a Toyota. The car is covered in graffiti, which Miku is puzzling over. She also looks troubled by the car]

Maybe it's not that bad.

[she sounds less than convinced]