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[Everyone remembers Crowley's white leather couch, right? Cause here it is again, with a rumpled blanket on top of it. It looks sort of like someone's been sleeping on it. That someone, presumably, being Crowley himself, who's just shown up with the couch in a plain white t-shirt and black silk boxers, sans sunglasses and with bed-rumpled hair.]

[...and really big black feathered wings coming out of his shoulder blades. The shirt's torn on the back pretty badly.]

[Crowley looks...confused. Concerned? Whichever it is, he's sort of turning in circles at the moment, almost like a cat chasing its tail. After a moment of this he gives up and falls back on the couch, dropping his face into his hands.]

...bugger.

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[anjelsword.livejournal.com]

Is it now.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[Stares at her a second, then shakes his head]

Never mind. Inside joke.

[anjelsword.livejournal.com]

So, you're a lesser god of some kind? Suppose it shouldn't be surprising, with Ammy here and all.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

Er...something like that, I guess you could say. Anthony Crowley.

[anjelsword.livejournal.com]

[Raised eyebrow] Odd name for a god. Aniki Forfrysning.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

Yeah, well...not a god, exactly. Do they have angels and demons, where you're from?

[anjelsword.livejournal.com]

We had immortals and chaos beings, before the mages sealed them away. [Shoves her hands into her pockets, frowns, and pulls out a weed.] How'd that get there?

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

Sealed them away? Why's that?

[Dirty looking...and has weeds in her pockets. Right.] Been roughing it?

[anjelsword.livejournal.com]

[Pats her crusty hair.] Logic of mages two hundred years dead, who knows.

Oh no, just a bit of bad luck with a pitfall and an ambush.

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Ah. Well then, I suppose I'm something like an immortal. We're called demons, where I'm from.

Sounds rough to me. I see you made it out all right, at least.

[anjelsword.livejournal.com]

Ah.

[Crooked grin.] Oh, I was the one attacking, lad, though I suppose it looks other way about.

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...oh. Right.

[anjelsword.livejournal.com]

[Grin] Oh come now, laddie. Not scared away by a woman who likes a good fight, are you?

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Just hadn't really thought about it, that's all.

Where are you from, anyway?

[anjelsword.livejournal.com]

Corus, in Tortall. [Waits for the obligatory 'never heard of it'.]

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

Ah. Earth, myself. Not many ambushes or pitfalls in the middle of London, unless you count the windscreen cleaners at red lights.

[anjelsword.livejournal.com]

[Right, totally didn't understand that, but--] Another one from London?

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

More or less. Who else are you thinking of?

[anjelsword.livejournal.com]

A fair few have mentioned the place.

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Really...I might have to go poking around a bit. The only other Londoners I know of are the angel and maybe one other.