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lamb_of_gold
27 August 2011 @ 12:18 am
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[Someone's been busy. There are several places one may catch up with Mu today. Perhaps in the library, where he's pouring through books, looking for information on magics of another world, and later pouring through papers like he's looking for a trap in the words.

Maybe you find him in the kitchen, where he looks like he's cooking enough to feed a small army (Sichuan foods, for the curious). Or after wards, still smelling of the spices, but settled and reading over a cup of tea and a small snack, the bulk of the food having been brought home.

Perhaps the easiest place to find him, however, is on his hammock, in a quiet corner of the Plane. He's not asleep, oh no - He's still reading through a pile of books pilfered from the library, but at least here he's not running around like he was on fire.

In all cases, there is one constant: Mu looks (and sounds) like shit. Saints have a high limit of exhaustion. If Mu's were a cliff, then he's found his, stared it down, and thrown himself merrily off of it by now. Even his Cosmo lacks it's usual luster. He just looks, sounds and feels sick. But! No time to sleep. Too much to do, too much to learn, too many people to look after. This is about as close to resting as he's going to get.

HAVE FUN!]
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eyesofaserpent
27 August 2011 @ 01:14 am
007 | Back to Old Habits  
[Crowley wakes up in his room on the Plane. The bed beside him is as cold as when he went to sleep. He hasn't seen Aziraphale in a month and it's really starting to wear at him. He thought... Well, he thought he'd see him more often than this.

He gets up, finally catching a glimpse of himself in the mirror. He blinks in surprise and pats his chest to make sure the reflection in the mirror isn't a hallucination. It isn't. Crowley's back to being himself, back to being a man. That's a relief.

But he has to test a theory. He briefly changes himself to look like the woman he'd been for a month, then back to himself. Well, that's a relief. He wills on a dashing black suit with red pinstripes, a red shirt, and a black silk tie. He picks up his shades from the night stand and slips on his snakeskin shoes. They tie themselves.

And he steps out of his room, looking over at his car. That was the last place he saw the angel.

Well. Now's as good a time as any to start drinking for the day.]
 
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27 August 2011 @ 08:07 am
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[Something is off about the kitchen today. It's a mess. There are bits of broken glass and pans and food strewn about wildly. Occasionally, the things on the counter seem to fall of their own accord.

There is an invisible teenager throwing a tantrum. That or having a food fight with the ghosts of his mind's making.]

Shut up! Just shut up already!

[Asch yanks another plate down and hurls it at something behind him. Of course, it doesn't go very far. Despite taking a dinner plate to the head, the image of Asch's replica continues to frown at him.

He growls, furious. As he reaches for more ammunition, his hand goes through the cupboard and out the other side. He stares at his arm for a minute, then lowers it.]

I know exactly what I did.

[ooc: Experiment start! ♥ Actually, it started a few days ago, so this is-- uh, taking place after Luke arrives. Yup.

Feel free to remark on things moving, or if your character can see/hear dead people, that's cool too.]
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