Calamus 002

[extutela.livejournal.com]

[An angel with white wings unfolded appears on the plane, poking determinedly at something that appears to be an iPhone. It makes a very odd picture, as he's wearing flowing robes, sandals, and a sword at his hip. After a moment he scowls and looks around.]

All right, where are you, Crowley? I've managed to access these... lewd messages of yours, but how do I get rid of them? Do you realize where I was?! That ring-thing kept playing every five minutes, they were all staring, and then I tried to make it stop and that message about whatsispants getting... getting... sexually excited started playing to the entire room!

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[extutela.livejournal.com]

Cursed? Oh dear. [Apologetically] Is there a way to break the curse?

Angels? We're... common enough, these days.

[herosmedal.livejournal.com]

[His voice grows a little quieter.] Only if the foul fiend that did this is slain, but that is beyond my grasp now.

Common...? I wonder what that forebodes.

[extutela.livejournal.com]

Oh. [Cricket. Cricket.] Well, at this point it's not so much foreboding as... aftermath.

[herosmedal.livejournal.com]

[That doesn't sound good.]

... Aftermath?

[extutela.livejournal.com]

I'm a bit involved in the Apocalypse. [He sounds almost apologetic.]

[herosmedal.livejournal.com]

Your world is ending?!