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[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[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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[ghostlighter]

Really, Henrietta. I doubt he would, even if he'd gotten the chance somehow.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

But he did once. [Stubborn]

[ghostlighter]

Because I placed myself right in his way.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

I don't care. [Her hand rests against her jacket, over where her Sig holster is hidden.] He should die.

[ghostlighter]

[He notices this and frowns.] For all we know, he already is. Most likely is, actually. And— even if he isn't, even if he's still out there somewhere? He's powerful. It would take a hell of a lot more than a few bullets to hurt him. Just... Henrietta, don't.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

I can do it, s--Chris. I can. [There's a little urgency in her face when she looks up at him] You should make sure. Don't you want to make sure?

[ghostlighter]

I'm pretty damn sure. [He can't imagine how else the world was returned to its proper balance if it wasn't through Gideon's death.]

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[...doesn't look satisfied]

[ghostlighter]

[... sigh.] It doesn't matter, anyway. We're not even in the same reality, and even if we were, neither of us would be able to get to him. Trust me on that.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

Oh! Oh, I found out something--we can have our realities merge.

[ghostlighter]

Yeah, me too. It's... kind of weird to think about, though.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[...her revelation is not a revelation. D:] Oh. Well, that would be nice though, wouldn't it?

[ghostlighter]

[Sadly, Misaki had beaten her to it.] I guess... Although I really wouldn't want some of the more dangerous parts in your reality.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

Dangerous parts?

[ghostlighter]

Yeah. Like... ghosts, or demons.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

I think I might like to meet another ghost.

[ghostlighter]

They're not very nice.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

That's not true.

[ghostlighter]

Okay, most aren't very nice.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

But most isn't all of them. And maybe I could meet the person who's like you.

[ghostlighter]

... maybe. [Shrug.] But if it's any of the other ghosts, chances are they're not going to want to stop and chat.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

What kinds of ghosts have you fought? Aside from the one that likes boxes? And demons? Do you still fight them too?

[ghostlighter]

That... could take a while. And, uh, no. I leave that up to— ... other people.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Interested!] What's the most interesting one, then? What people?

[ghostlighter]

I've been told about a disgruntled old lunch lady ghost? [pause, then a shrug] Witches, mostly.