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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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[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

[Glancing at his wings] Subtlety isn't your forte, is it.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[a grin] You'd be surprised, I think. So what do you mean, "unique abilities"?

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

[Ponder] It depends really. Gravity manipulation, invisible weaponry, matter transference. I have to say, one of the most unique I've encountered still has to be exploding hand prints.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

That...is rather unique, yeah. Are there many of these Contractors running about?

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

[Quiet for a moment] No. Well, and yes. They're a minority, but my job is dealing with those who... don't see the value living harmoniously.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

So you're the Contractor police, then?

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

[Nngh. She doesn't like that label, Crowley, and her face shows it.] We're part of the NPA's special forces.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

All right. And you keep the Contractors from meddling with the normal humans?

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

[Flicker of some ambiguously furious expression that's gone when she blinks] I try. We. We try.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

...and it's not been going as planned, hence the trouble you've been having. Right?

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

[...] Yes.

They killed me once already. I don't intend to let them do it again.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[All right, Crowley looks genuinely surprised at that one. So much so that he reaches up and lifts the sunglasses a bit, staring at Misaki from underneath them.]

You don't look dead to me. Or feel it.

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

[Shrug. She's trying to talk about it like it doesn't matter, so that perhaps it will start to not.]

I'm not.

I take it no one told you about that. The Twins don't want their test subjects to die.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

No, I hadn't heard.

[momentary pause]

I suppose it shouldn't come as much of a surprise that they raise the dead, if they can change a person's species or age.

Or— [nods back to his wings]

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

Mmm. [Brooding on the experiments she's seen people go through]

You weren't here when the languages were scrambled, or when the machine broke, were you.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

Can't say that I was. I arrived here maybe a fortnight before you were turned younger.

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

...ah. [Stares into space for a moment] To be honest I don't remember a lot of what happened when the machine broke, save that we were all trapped here in-- [the dark. Her throat constricts; she coughs and shakes her head] The stars went out.