001 | Enter the (second) Serpent

[eyesofaserpent]

[He appears to be a young man in his twenties with black hair. His eyes are covered in sunglasses and he wears a stylish suit that seems to be tailored to him. Old habits die hard, after all. He is also flipping through a badly tattered book.]

No... This one isn't right.... Just decaying paper. Bloody hell, Angel. Why did you have to go and leave me?

[He closes the book gently, the delicate spine crumbling a bit as he does so. He finally looks up from the book and realizes he's... Well, nowhere from his world, that's for certain. He looks around.]

Well, this is a bloody positive change from rubble and blood.

[His senses heighten. If this is a new place, there might be other creatures here. He's been running for so long from not just angels, but his own kind, this sort of reaction is the only one he knows anymore.]

Is this some sort of trick to get my guard down? Maybe I'm hallucinating. I wouldn't be surprised if I've gone mad.

[However... If there was some alcohol around, maybe he could drown away his cares again.]

I wonder if there's some drink here. It's been far too bloody long since the last time I had a decent drink. Maybe I can forget the last thirty years.

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[onehundredbeers]

[Nathan's trying to get back into the swing of being annoying welcoming crew just because it gives him something to do.]

You're not hallucinating. There's some fucking brochures like... that way. They'll explain some shit.


((idk if your Crowley can sense things, but if he can, Nathan probably pings as demonic or apocalyptic in some measure or something like that. Unexplained apocalyptic dudes, how do they work????))

[eyesofaserpent]

[Crowley looks at the strange man a moment and takes a tiny step away. An sensation in the back of his mind twinges.]

Brochures... Alright...

[onehundredbeers]

Mhm. And, oh, uh. The bar's like. That way. [He points in some direction.] There's fucking infinite booze.

[eyesofaserpent]

[He seems to perk up at the sound of unlimited alcohol.]

That sounds bloody marvelous.

[onehundredbeers]

Totally! I mean, I get infinite booze back home pretty much? But this is different because it isn't, you know, mine.

[collector]

[What Crowley needs more of in his life is well-dressed gentlemen, pristine and be-suited. They could join a GQ club. He is self-possessed and half-amused in greeting a newcomer, as he always is.] There is the bar. [A pause as his eyes flicker to the book.] And a library.

[eyesofaserpent]

[Crowley looks the strange man over.]

The bar, I could do with. The library, not so much.

Unless it contains books of prophesy or misprinted bibles. [Something like the angel would have collected...]

[collector]

The bar is that way. [He points.] And the library would contain both. If it didn't, you could simply wander over to the religious sections and keep pulling out books until you came out with whatever you were looking for. Rather like trying to get Shakespeare out of monkeys, but it would happen eventually.

[eyesofaserpent]

I may go look at that after I get myself a drink.

[collector]

Try not to have too many drinks before you do. The bar, like the library, restocks itself.

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Either I've gone mad or you're me.

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[eyesofaserpent]

Bloody fucking hell I haven't seen that face in thirty years.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[Crowley peers over the rim of his sunglasses.]

Thirty years? Then you're from my future?

[He sighs and squeezes his eyes shut for a moment before shaking his head.]

Right then. How about that drink first, before we try sorting this out?

[eyesofaserpent]

You have no idea how good that sounds.

[cruxified]

[There's something off about this redhead's aura. He's tall, solid, and like something out of a D&D session. He also feels peculiar, like something halfway ascended with the life sucked out. A mechanical angel, as it were.]

This is a construct, but not of the imagination.

[eyesofaserpent]

[Crowley doesn't quite know what to think about this guy.]

Ah... Yeah... I think you might be right...

[cruxified]

[He used to be a human... maybe. Kratos wordlessly offers him an updated brochure.

The awkwardness is almost akin to being offered a burger by a man with a creepily smiling mask, except Kratos doesn't smile. He just stares.]

[eyesofaserpent]

[He takes the brochure, but steps back.]

Thanks...

[cruxified]

[Kratos gives him his space.]

This is the Astral Plane. For now it seems to have calmed down, but outages and random side-effects happen somewhat frequently.

[Meanwhile, he's still trying to figure out what the hell Crowley is, too. He's like darkness but... not a mage... hrfffmmph.]