realityshifted | 006 | And Soon the World Will See Our Graffiti Love

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006 | And Soon the World Will See Our Graffiti Love

[Crowley steps backwards onto the Plane, visibly shaken. Crowley's still a woman (and still producing an incredible amount of pheromones). Today she's dressed in a slinky black dress and black patent leather and white snakeskin pumps.

[She heads immediately for the bar, taking up space behind the counter. She doesn't waste time with cocktails this time and just grabs a bottle of scotch and a shot glass.

[What has her all worked up, you ask? Well here's a convenient flashback for you...]

[She was walking through the rubble of her world, surveying the ghostly images of the buildings of the city she knew so well. She'd been doing this more and more, curious. The buildings sometimes seemed more solid than other times. Today was a day where they seemed to be more there.

[Like so many times before, she found herself in front of the rubble that was once Aziraphale's shop. When she looked up to the ghostly facade, she gasped. There on the windows of the faint image was something real. It felt more real than even the rubble and it looked much more solid than the ghostly facade it was on. Someone had spray painted words in big, blood red letters.]

"Must not sleep. Must warn others"? Wha--what is this?!

[She took a horrified step back, out of her reality and onto the Plane, her safe haven.]

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[Box, surprisingly enough, is at the bar too. He is holding a picture of a graffiti (http://i52.tinypic.com/2jeyzjo.jpg) in his hand too and looking at it pretty scared from next to his beer.]

It must be a serial killer, a crazy one, what should we do, what should we do... [He mutters scared but then he tenses up when he feels the presence of a woman. His neck cracks a little as he is turning his head toward her, staring at Crowley as she would be the serial killer herself.]

[She furrows her perfect eyebrows and she knocks back a shot of scotch.]

You okay, kid?

Uuuuh... [Is Box's only response for a while. He is extremely pale as he is slowly trying to get off the chair, still staring at Crowley as if she would attack him when he looks away.] It's just-- I-I'm not really good with women, you see, it's not your fault but you are hot, and I-I- You know I'll just sit a bit awaaaa---! [Annnd that's him, falling off the chair, like a boss.]

[She stares at him on the floor a long moment before she comes around the bar to help him up. She's trying not to laugh, really.]

I'm Crowley. I'm normally a man, so there's no need to get so flustered.

[Box screams a little, and waves her away with the photograph, while he is trying to get away from her.]

No no no, you are a woman, I can tell! You are not even cosplaying anything, you are a woman, you have all the equipment a-and lack the parts at places what means you are now a woman, and if you ever had been a man then the doctors did a great job! [He rambles and is being green instead of pale now, his stomach is getting upset too.]

[She's about to correct his assumption that she had surgery to be a woman, but the photograph catches her eye. She grabs his wrist to snatch the photo, her brows furrowed.]

Where did you get this?

[When she touches Box he screams. Yes, the top of his lung scream, then turns away to hurl some, his stomach just couldn't take her presence anymore... nothing personal!]

It's a... a... it's near on the wall of our headquarters-- [He coughs.] Must be some serial killer... It must be...

[She frowns at the photo.]

These same words were left in my world for me to find...

[Here's Duo in the bar, wrapping a bit of bandage around a cut on his arm. He got that while planting some explosive charges in a mobile suit plant earlier today. First step of the operation to take Romefeller out went as planned, he figured. Reduce the number of mobile dolls they can employ. Oh, he was certainly going to lay it into them, but he got careless and let himself get cut. Great. So here he is cleaning a wound and getting another drink for himself.]

[She looks over at Duo and frowns.]

What did you do to yourself, mate?

[She steps over and gently takes his arm in her hands, rather intending to assess the damage and heal it.]

Shrapnel. Was standing to close to an explosion site.

[He lets her have his hand. Ow.]

Shrapnel?

[She frowns and pulls the bandage off gently. She inspects it thoroughly, magically removes anything and everything that doesn't belong, and heals the wound.]

Don't get so close next time.

It was a miscalculation. But yeah. Next time.

[He looks down at the wound, or where the wound was and nods approvingly.] Huh. Thanks.

Don't mention it.

[She fingers the pink new skin, making sure it's all intact.]

Are you feeling everything okay? I can never know if I got the nerves right otherwise...

[Duo flexed the muscles in his hand and wrist. Sure enough, it felt good as new. Heh. Damn.] You're good to have in a pinch, Crowley.

[He chuckles.] You're not succumbing to maternal instincts or anything, are you?

[He earns a glare for that.]

Not even.

C'mon now.

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[Braxiatel is always willing to help a lady in need.]

[And he has a natural affinity for people with alcohol.] I hope you don't object if I grab a glass himself. [of brandy, because he loves brandy]

Not at all, Brax.

[She knocks back a shot of scotch without another word.]

[pause]

I'm so sorry, I usually have a better memory for these things. Have we met before? Or will we have met in the future? [He hates it when that happens!]

[The corners of her perfect, scarlet lips turned down.]

I forget not everyone's seen me like this. It's me, Crowley.

[Fact: Brax is pretty darn heterosexual. And Crowley is pretty darn attractive.]

[Thank Rassilon for iron Time Lord self-control, because damn.] I see. You'll have to forgive me; I didn't realize your species had that ability.

[It really doesn't help that sex seems to roll off her in waves. She smiles gently.]

Technically we do. In practice... Well, I like to be man-shaped. I think I'm under an experiment in this instance.

Ah. And do you normally release so many pheromones when you're a woman, or is that also the experiment's doing?

Pheromones? [She stares for a moment, her eyebrows shooting up over her shades.]

Is that what it is? I was wondering why everyone seems so hot for me like this!