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Aliens!

Now this is new! Suddenly space! Bring on the aliens! [The stranger's laugh shows he's not really serious though. About the alien part.] I should get my own collection of them too. [He adds, and snaps his fingers, so in the next moment he is laying on a beach chair, eating a bar of chocolate, and listening to the women who are reading the pamphlets for him. These particular ladies has green skin, and bug-like antennas on their foreheads, but they look very much like some playmate from Earth, in a silver bikini. Except, you know, the green skin. Alien just got sexy.]

What was the name, Nathan Explosion? I dig the guy! [Gabriel laughs and glances around the Plane.] Well, look at that! Some kind of space resort in a metallic, nightmarish way. Unbelievable! And there is a bar, huh? Let's get going then! [So he stands up, takes two alien girls, one for each of his arms, and hits the bar.]

[The Trickster is ~~in the house~~ on the Plane ladies and gentleman, but mostly ladies.]

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[Morgana stares] Pardon me!?

[Crowley is... Still occupying the bar. Here he is, sitting on a bar stool and nursing a low ball of amaretto and ice. He turns as he hears someone entering the bar. And blinks. Who the hell is that and why does he have a pair of women that look like a cross between an andorian and an orion? ~~Shut up, he watched Star Trek.~~]

Edited 2011-10-04 03:49 (UTC)

[In the moment Gabriel glances at Morgana and decides he likes her, the alien ladies disappear.]

What we have got here, such a special inhabitant. A princess, if I'm right! [He steps closer, suddenly holding a rose and presenting it to Morgana with a charming smile.] Rose for a rose?

[Gabriel happily occupies a seat at the counter too while one of the 'aliens' go to mix him a sweet cocktail. So while he is waiting, he eyes Crowley. He is smiling, but his brows furrow for a moment. Though, then he has to laugh.]

This would make a great joke...

((ooc: I assume Gabriel knows that Crowley is a demon. If that is okay with you. ^^;))

[Unimpressed demon is unimpressed. ~~And depressed. Details.~~ He sips from his glass.]

What would?

((ooc: They can probably tell each other's natures, yes. He's going to be terribly amused upon learning Crowley's name, won't he?))

[Morgana accepts the rose more by habit. Then she frowns.] I... where did those ... people go?

You don't have to worry about them, sugar. They meant nothing to me, unlike your lovely presence. [Wink wink.] So! Is there a name coming with this Lord of the Rings look~?

[Gabriel snorts and takes the finished cocktail from his 'alien host'.]

An angel and a demon walk into a bar... [Gabriel laughs too hard to continue.] Anyway, what's up pal, I mean what's down?

((ooc: Ok~ Definitely! XD ))

[Crowley scrutinizes the angel for a long moment. He's rather aware that under normal circumstances, he would get along with this bloke rather swimmingly. And he's not entirely certain how he feels about that. After all, angels in his reality tend to smite demons just for the fun of it (save one, of course, but he's dead). There's a war going on and he's an enemy to everyone. Well, so long as flaming swords and holy water are kept well out of it, he can deal.]

It'sss a long, boring ssstory. You probably don't want to hear about it.

Which one of them are you, anyway?

Hah, snake effects, really impressive. [Sips his drink. Gabriel will stay peaceful, too, until the demon doesn't try to do anything nasty. By the way, have an alien lady mixing you a cocktail, Crowley.] And you are right, long and boring is not a good combo.

[Smirks at the question though.] Now that, my friend, would be a long and boring answer too.

It'sss not effects. [He grumbles a bit and pulls down his shades just enough for the angel to see his yellow snake eyes.] Never could quite get back to normal after Eden...

You don't have a bloody name? Or should I just call you featherbrain and be done with it?

Edited 2011-10-05 19:27 (UTC)

That's a... something I haven't seen in a long time. Huh... [Frowns amused, as he is looking into those eyes.] Is it a hit with the ladies?

[Okay, he has to laugh at that.] Not bad, not bad. Kinda like it, you're the first one to call me that. But no, I'm running under the name of Loki at the moment. Back in the day they used to call me Gabriel.

[He pushes the shades back up his nose, frowning a bit.] 'M not that kind of demon.

[And then he arches a brow, sipping his drink.] Gabriel.... Really... Huh... [Snort.] You're not at all like the Gabriel I remember.

Then what do you do all day, snake-eyes? There must be a reason you are out from the Pit. [But then he perks up.] This is that reality clashing thingie, oh boy, how exciting! Now you got me interested, pal. Who are you actually? Since, I don't really remember talking to a demon while I was still back home.

Well... Before the apocalypse, I did my best to secure souls for the boss. Mostly I did little things that helped tarnish the patina of countless souls. Mobile ring tones, game shows, Manchester... All me.

But yeah... You're from some completely different reality from mine. If you're from mine, you'd have killed me sooner than talked to me... Well... I'm Crowley.

Apocalypse, eh. [And that makes the cocktail disappear, so as the alien ladies. Already bored with them.] Manchester? Really? Dude... That's wicked. What about telemarketing?

Well I say if you won't hurt me, I won't hurt you. I think it's a fair deal. Crowley, huh? [Snorts, laughs.] This different reality thing is ironic, to say the least.

Oh, yeah. I dabbled in that. You know how they can phone you right in the middle of dinner? My idea.

I've no intentions of getting into a fight. I wanted peace in my reality and got branded a traitor and Aziraphale killed.

[His brows arch again.] I take it you have a demon with my name in your world?

[Whistles.] Brilliant! All the awards!

Awww, that's why the sadface? Best bud' dies, you get banned from home? That's one bad and one good news, pal. Just sayin'.

Yep. [Short answer is short.] I try not to get involved with them tho', too much trouble.

Our Great War pretty much finished 25 years ago. I've been wandering the broken, lifeless Earth since then. 'T's why I moved onto the Plane the first chance I got.

[He looks down into his drink, quiet for a moment.]

I don't give a flying fart what happens to the rest of my kind, or yours for that matter. They can finish each other off for all I care. I just want my angel back...

[Pulls his mouth.] Mmm, doesn't sound much fun I admit.

Hey hey, [Holds up his hands.] we are on the same side of "not being on either side", pal, believe me. Don't get worked up. [And gets a bar of chocolate from his pocket now to eat it.] So your angel, Azi-who, how was he? Rebelled, or what? [Kinda wants to know about the Apocalypse too, but nah, not wanting to seem interested in that.]

Aziraphale never rebelled. He just didn't want The End. We both tried to broker peace between our sides... Earned him a flaming sword through the back. Bloody Michael. He always smote a bit harder than was entirely necessary.

Peace. [SNORTS.] Mike and Luci were involved, there was never peace there. Impossible. You know [Shrugs, and whispers loudly.] daddy issues. But sorry for you loss, dude. It's a shame, you must be a fun fellow without all the brooding.

You've caught me at a bad time, I'm afraid. The Machine let me hold him again and then took him away. It's rather like he was killed all over again.

What, this Machine? [Draws a circle with his index finger.] The spaceship? Don't tell me it can magically create angels...

[That. What? Morgana is confused.] I am... Morgana. Who are you?

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