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[Hello Plane! There is a rather attractive, dark-haired young woman (with great cheekbones) sitting at your bar, drinking your liquor. She's everything you would imagine a starlet/celebutante to look like: flawless hair, manicure, tiny little designer dress, expensive shoes and fashionable sunglasses.]

[She's currently sipping absently on a martini of some nature, looking extremely bored. Or tired. It's hard to tell through the sunglasses, really.]

[Feel free to bug her? Him. Whatever.]


((ooc: THIS IS NOT AN EXPERIMENT. Demons can change shape. And...yeah. Really that's all I got. Just poke the girl!demon, will you? XD; ))

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My dear, I believe I asked you a question. [The flames trace black streaks across the ceiling as he feels for and heals Crowley's injuries.] These wounds are rather savage, I must say.

[Very, very gently, he clears a space on the bar and lays Crowley down. When he turns back toward Hei, he has his sword in hand.] Would you like me to repair the damage to your spine, so you can at least feel satisfied dying in a fair fight?

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[OHGOD (pardon the French) HEALING.]

[From his new place on the bar, the demon rolls over a little to where he's on his side and can see both the angel and Hei. It takes him a second to work up to speech again, and when he speaks his voice is cracked and hoarse.]

No...don't. Angel. Don't.

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[Crowley telling Az to stop just feels like adding insult to injury. Hei grits his teeth and doesn't move. Not that he really can move much right now.]

[There's nothing he can really say to explain this, so he stays silent.]

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[He rests one hand on Crowley's head, soothing the demon's throat and hopefully his nerves as well.] It's fine, love. Just rest.

[His attention is back on Hei now.] I'm not going to kill a man on his knees. [And Hei's spine is fixed.] Now, if you would be so kind as to stand, I would like to get this bit of business out of the way.

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[ohshitohshitohshit WE'LL DEAL WITH THAT "LOVE" THING LATER. MUST STOP ANGEL FROM KILLING HEI.]

Angel...please. It was just a...a misunderstanding.

[looking over at Hei now, though he's still speaking to Aziraphale]

Hei thought I'd hypnotized him. It's my fault. I was just messing around.

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[What.]

Thought you'd...don't bullshit me, Crowley. What exactly was that, if it wasn't hypnosis?

[He drags himself to his feet, aching all over and feeling suddenly defiant.] Business, right. Sorry...not today. There are too many people here who would never let me hear the end of it if I died on them again.

[He stands still, not running but not reaching for his knives either.]

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[His gaze drifts with apparent serenity between Crowley and Hei.] He isn't lying, if that's your concern. And I could as easily kill you tomorrow if you've plans.

[Despite what he's saying, the flames have subsided a bit.]

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That was...what I do. I tempt.

[He slithers slowly off the bar, legs a bit unsteady, and reaches for the hand of Aziraphale's that's holding the sword.]

Come on, angel. There's no need.

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[It can't be true, can it? It must have been hypnosis, right? But Aziraphale, at least, has no real reason to lie.]

[This is the truth.]

So it was...me. Just me giving into temptation. It really wasn't hypnosis? [He closes his eyes and seems to fold in on himself as relief floods him. His voice is barely audible when next he speaks.]

Thank God...

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[...a sigh. The flames go out and the sword disappears. He isn't sure what's going on here, but breaking Hei's spine seems to be sufficient punishment.]

[For the time being.]

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[WELL THEN. Now that it looks as though the danger of Aziraphale killing Hei has passed, at least for the moment, Crowley grabs the angel's other hand and starts to lead him away. He pauses once, briefly, considering apologizing to Hei, then decides against it and continues on.]

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[...and suddenly he seems no more dangerous than a middle-school English teacher, because he's looking at Crowley in a bemused way and allowing himself to be led off.] If there's something you need to say, dear...

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[He's still holding Aziraphale's hand, because he really has no idea where they're going and it's just easier this way. Mhm.]

Ngh. Yeah. Thanks...for all that.

[extutela.livejournal.com]

Oh. Well. You're welcome, of course. It seemed... ['the sensible thing to do' is WAY TOO MUCH OF A LIE TO EVEN ATTEMPT.] ...as though you needed some assistance.

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[A short laugh]

That's a bit of an understatement.

[And this would be about the time he'd normally ask the angel if he'd care for a drink, buuuut they just left Hei in the bar. Dammit.]

D'you...want a drink? I could get something from the flat, bring it back here?

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God yes.

[Er.]

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[Crowley just grins]

Right. I'll be back in a tick.

[Finally he lets go of the angel's hand and drops from the Plane]

[extutela.livejournal.com]

[He folds his wings away, sits down on the plane, and then sprawls onto his back. That whole affair was a bit wearing.]

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[The demon returns a moment later with a bottle of wine (not bothering with glasses) and takes a seat next to the angel, pausing just long enough to pass said bottle to Aziraphale before sprawling out as well.]

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[He sits up enough to drain a portion of the bottle, coughing a bit when he finally takes a breath. And then he passes it back and flops over again.] I believe that Hei fellow has some mental concerns he should sort out.

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[A snort]

You're telling me.

[Mimics Aziraphale, sitting up for a moment to take a healthy drink before setting the bottle down between the two of them and laying back down. He sighs.]

Lucky you were around.

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[He closes his eyes. And, of course, starts quoting literature.]

'For you see, the face of destiny or luck or god that gives us war also gives us other kinds of pain: the loss of health and youth; the loss of loved ones or of love; the fear that we will end our days alone. Some people suffer in peace the way others suffer in war. The special gift of that suffering, I have learned, is how to be strong while we are weak, how to be brave when we are afraid, how to be wise in the midst of confusion, and how to let go of that which we can no longer hold. In this way, anger can teach us forgiveness, hate can teach us love, and war can teach us peace.'

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[Crowley's head slowly turns to where he's staring at the angel. And stare he does, for quite some time. Finally:]

'Only after disaster can we be resurrected.'

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[...blink.] What's that from? I don't recognise it.

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Fight Club.

'I am Jack's smirking revenge.'

[Crowley chuckles and reaches for the wine again]