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*comes back in, a little calmer*
*resumes his seat by the window*
*glares at Crowley's back, then closes his eyes and holds Alcuin tighter*
*comes back in also, pale, but otherwise seeming fairly calm*
*kisses Alcuin gently* It's not your fault, love. Things will work out, you'll see. They'll come around.
*nuzzles Haldir*
*glares at Zira, then ignores him and kisses Alcuin again*
*returns Haldir's glare with a look of resigned sorrow, and takes a seat by the door*
*turns his face towards Haldir's chest, not looking at Zira or Crowley*
*kisses Alcuin's head and gently strokes his hair*
*stands up quickly, and stalks over Aziraphale* *doesn't look at him, though* Right. This is just silly. We have to get this settled, or else I'll never hear the end of it from Hell. *leaves, expecting Aziraphale to follow*
*looks up slowly and wearily, then gets up and follows*
Some cuddly Alcuin/Haldir stuff - Alcuin finally speaks a little
*storms in, all flamey-like* Where izzzzzz Crawleeee? He hazzzzz not been reporting to uzzzzz...
*blinks at the flamey enterance*
*head snaps up and stares at Beezie*
*lights something on fire*
*stands wobbily-ish* I dunno where Cr'wley is..but..I've had just about enough of..this..angst..or whatever th'hell it is.
*starts laughing, for some reason amused by Beezie*
*eyes Grantaire* SILENZZ. Humanzz have no plazzzz in thizzzzz.
*narrows eyes at Beezie*
*glares and wobbles more* I DON'T CARE. Leave 'im alone.
*blinks at Grantaire* What? Whass goin' on?
Leave him alone? *glowerzzzz* He izzzz my servant! Where izzzz he?
*stumbles back to the table, where he leans on it* 'Parnasse..'m just..-tired- of all this...crap.
*stands up and looks at Beezie* He's not here. So you may as well leave.
*looks alarmed* Tired of which?
*blinks* I think you need to drink less. Or more.
*marches up to R* IMPUDENZZZZ
*sits down* Good Christ, more, please.
*sits up to make room on the couch for R, and hands him the bottle*
*grabs the bottle and ignores teh Beezie*
*looks, worried, at Beezie* .....Grantaire.... What is this?
*leans over R* Humanzzzz pay for impudenzzzzzzz...
*sits down by 'Parnasse, sighing*
*blink* Um. Seein' things, maybe?
*remains standing and staring at Beezie, clenching his fists painfully tight*
*SATANMODS* *waves hand and LIGHTS R ON FIREEE*
.....that's not good...
*on fire!*
*splashes the bottle's contents on Grantaire*
*more on fire, as alcohol does -not help*
.....oh, oops. *drops the bottle*
*turns away from teh flaming Frenchman... hee*
*is a literal and figurative flaming Frenchman*
*looks at Parnasse in disbelief and splashes the several half-full glasses of water on a coffeetable at Grantaire*
*is still on fire?*
*ignores Haldir and marches up to... Raoul* Where izzzzzz Crawleeee? *glowerly* Tell and you will not be punizzzzzshed. *is lying*
....*blink* .... noidea,honestly
*is ignored* *does not know whether to be offended or relieved* *leans against the wall to watch*
*is -still- on fire, as it is eternal!demon!fire*
*looks around wildly* ...dammit! *grabs a...rug, and throws it on Grantaire*
*growlzzzz* Tell, slave.
*on fire. And rug'd*
*SATANMODS* *waves hand and reopens Raoul's wounds*
...! That was not nice!
Humanzzzz.... never learn.
....that was supposed to work.
*looks helplessly at Joly*
........ *bleeds*
*no two Rs are not on fire, yo*
*drills a hole in a freezer so he can breathe, and shoves Grantaire in it* Er...
Oh... -damn-
*um...is now in a freezer?*
*ROARS at the room* CRAWLEE *'s about to satanmod them all*
*take him out and inspects?*
*eternal!demon!flames, yo*
*looks at Beezie* He's not here! He left some time ago.
........oh, hell.
We don't know where he went.
He's not here! And you should fix him! *points at Raoul*
*frowns and gives up* ...Red, you feel your soul on fire, Grantaire?
*glares at Beezie* Hey, you! Monster-thing!
*invades Haldir's personal space* He left with Azzzzzzziraphale?
He could be out...*waves hand vaguely* burning small villages again for all we know.
*laughs* I suppose so.
*tries not to pull back* I don't know, I wasn't paying attention when he left.
At least you've still got a sense of humour. *feels weird talking to flames*
*sings!, as he's still more than half drunk* Blaaaaaaaaaaack! My world if sheeeeeee's notttt theeeeeereeee!
*inches away, despite not knowing where Montparnasse is now*
*leers at Haldir* Elvezzzzzz.... thou should not meddle.
*tries and fails to get Beezie's attention, it seems*
*laughs and leans against the wall, still on fire*
Raoul... Raoul, dear, what should I do?
I am not meddling, I am only telling you that no one here knows where Crowley has gone.
j-just...sitwithme,okay?don'tleaveme.
*takes his hand* Yes... yes, of course...
*gives up and slouches back to the couch*
*goes over by 'Parnasse* ...Er.
*no two R's are not on fire, still*
Thou. Art. MEDDLING! Someone shall tell me... or all shall pay.
He did not say where he was going. We aren't psychic, how would we know where he is?
*squeezes her hand* don'tworry,okayRosa? i'llbefine.
I'm worrying anyway, I'm sorry. *squeezes back*
Then thou shalt be punizzzzzshed for thy failingzzzzzzz.
*starting to wish he hadn't used up the rest of the alcohol on R*
*leans against 'Panrasse's shoulder, picking at his fingers* Mmph.
*pushes another bottle over to 'Parnasse with hsi foot*
Have you tried -looking- for him?
....oh. Merci, monsieur. *picks up the bottle and puts his other arm around Joly*
*woozily* 'sokay,Rosa,really.
Maybe... maybe you should try to s-sleep or somethig.
**something
*hisses* Thou shalt tell me. Or I shall make thee tell. Pain makezzzz even elvezzzzz know more than they believe.
'Parnasse?
Or Joly, either one...
I've already told you all I know. He left earlier, I wasn't paying attention because I was caring for my boyfriend, who Aziraphale injured. *raises eyebrow* If I knew where they were don't you think I would -tell- you for revenge?
*blinks* Eh?
Mmm?
*clings to her hand, shaking a little* don'tgo,okay...?don'tleave.
Go t' the kitchen, would you? There might be something there..
..Alright. *gets up to investigate the kitchen*
*looks at R, looks at Joly, follows Joly into the kitchen*
*frowns, rummaging about* See anything, Etienne?
Thy boyfriend... *eyes flash* And would thou wizzzzsh him to be punizzzshed for thy impudenzzzz?
*opens a few cupboards* Plenty of things, but nothing useful.
He has nothing to do with this. I told you, I don't know where they are. All I know is Crowley left through that door. *points*
*squeezes* I won't. I won't.
*ambles over to the door* Anything like a fire extinguisher, fellows?
What 'bout this? *holds up a carefully-placed-by-Aziraphale eternal fire extenguisher*
...it has little wings.
....That should work.
And a halo.
Looks important.
Or at least divine.
*shrugs* Try it. Can't hurt. Probably.
Divine could combat fires. *looks at it* Nothing much else to lose.
*stands back*
*stands in front of Grantaire and lets the extinguisher go*
*SATANMODS* *throwz Haldir back with demon-y powerzzzz of evvviiiil* Do not tezzzzt me.
*sniffs* It smells like ginger snaps.
*extinguished!*
Extinguisher: *Runs Out!*
*wipes extinguisher off* Merci.
*is thrown and hits the wall, falls to the ground* I told you, I don't know. I can't tell you what I don't know. *slowly gets to his feet*
*glarezzz* Then get out of my way.
PRIVATE CONVERSATION
*follows Crowley wearily and almost incuriously*
*leads to ... some room or the other, and sits down resolutely*
*stands in the doorway* *flatly* What now?
Now. Just so that Hell doesn't keep bothering me... *glares at nowhere and everywhere* let this be proof that I have learned my lesson. *turns to Aziraphale meaning to say "I hate you, and I always will."*
*watches Crowley with an expression of fear and worry and sorrow and resignation and, above all, love*
I ... ... *pauses, glancing nervously all around, losing his cool quite a bit*
*softly* What? Crowley... what?
I ... don'thateyou. *immediately winces, as expecting to me smited right then and there*
*'s hand grabs at the wall for suddenly necessary support* What?
*takes another deep breath* I don't hate you, Aziraphale.
*definitely in need of that support* You're a demon.
*looks directly at him* So?
*as if trying to convince himself* Demons are ... -supposed- to rebel, aren't they?
*with extremely forced calm* So I'm an angel, you're a demon, and whathappenedtoyourpromise?!?!
*kind of lost the calm at the end there*
I ... *attempting to remember* ... what did I promise you? *without the sharpness of before, since the brainwashing is obviously breaking*
*shaking* You p-promised you'd come b-b-/back/.
You'd come /back/ to me.
*takes a single step closer* I ... Did I? *shakes his head as if to clear it*
*slightly hysterical whisper, still clinging to the wall* You did. You did! Oh, Crowley, please--!
I- .. But- .. Serving the Lord and .. I- ... *still looking directly at Aziraphale* *obviously a bit confused at the moment*
*on the verge of tears* Please, Crowley... I... love you.
*walks to right in front of him* ... *gives him a sincere look (the most sincere that a demon can give, at least)* Do you?
*more than the verge, now, as tears spill down his face* I do. I do. Please...
*touches Aziraphale's cheek tentatively, wiping away some tears* I ... I might feel the same way. *looks as if he's fighting with himself*
*reaches his hand up to very lightly touch Crowley's fingers*
*almost breathless,* You promised me you'd come back. Please, Crowley, please... please, come back.
*tentatively grasps Aziraphale's hand, almost pensively, as if he's not quite there* How .. how do I?
*softly* Do you love me?
I- .. I- ... *looks down at his hands* *quietly* I don't know.
*holds Crowley's hand tightly* Do you? Did you ever?
*looks at him, almost bewildered, as Beelzebub is in the building now, which means that Lucifer's control over him is a bit stronger* ... *even softer* I did. I don't know anymore.
*after a moment's pause, turns his head to softly kiss the palm of Crowley's hand, then drops it and steps back* Either way... I still love you. And I always will.
*blinks* *obviously surprised* I ... You ... *speechless*
*softly kisses Aziraphale*
*really quickly, but still a kiss*
*closes his eyes, which doesn't stop the tears* *whispers* What did they do to you, my love?...
Session Time: Tue May 03 00:00:00 2005
*tries wiping away Aziraphale's tears with his hands, which doesn't work too well* They ... *tries to remember and fails* ... I don't remember. But ... it was dark. And .. they tried to make me ... forget you completely.
*whispers* But I didn't. Not completely.
*steps forward and takes both of Crowley's hands in his* *whispers* Hold me. Please.
*slowly but surely wraps both his arms around Aziraphale, pulling him close and holding him there*
*trembling, puts his arms around Crowley's neck and clings to him*
*pulls him even closer* *quietly and haltingly* I ... I remember now. ... I -do- love you.
*at that, relaxes, ceasing the trembling and resting his head against Crowley's chest* *gently* I should have trusted you.
*kisses his forehead lightly, still a little nervous, but obviously a whole lot more clearheaded than he's been the past day* And I should never have trusted ..-them-. But it's all over now.
*holding onto Crowley like a drowning man* Is it? Be--you know, is still out there.
*closes his eyes for a moment, and takes a deep breath* *resolute* If we can overcome Lucifer's 'punishment', then we certainly don't have anything to worry about from the Prince of Hell.
*opens his eyes to look at Crowley, far more happily than he has since Beezie's first appearance* I love you.
*offers a small smile* I love you too.
*takes Aziraphale's hand* We should head back to the main chat room.
*smiles back, tremulous and unsure, but happy* We should. *keeps one arm around Crowley's waist, remaining as close as possible, as they walk, presumably, back into the main chat room*
*aaaand Aziraphale and Crowley enter into the main chat*
*laughs* Indeed.
*curls up on the floor* iloveyou,Rosa
*wrapped around each other, we might add*
*sotospeak*
*whispers* I love you... are you certain you're all right?
*sets extinguisher down, which is cooing now*
...*spins around, sensing Crowley's entrance*
*looks up at Crowly and Zira* *swears under his breath*
*oddlooks the extinguisher* What's it doing now?
CRAWLEE
*washes off extinguisherness*
...No idea. *stares at it oddly* Nevertheless, I'd like to sit down.
*halts, his grip on Crowley tightening*
Let's go, then.
... *blinks and forces himself to not take a step backwards*
I need 'nother drink.
*keeps a resolute arm around Aziraphale*
*silently agrees with R*
*parts the crowed and walks straight up to Crawlee* Ezzzzzzplain thyself.
Sounds good to me.
*looks straight at him* The truth? ... The truth is, I love him.
*wanders back into the room, then spots Crowley and 'Zira*
*grins....then applauds*
*looks quickly sidelong at Crowley, a tiny smile coming across his face*
*..which disappears as he looks back to Beezie*
*watches the exchange anxiously*
*doesn't want Crowley and Zira to get hurt, despite the glaring earlier*
*wraps hand around Crawlee's throat for effect* That izzzzz not thy truth.
*glowers at Beezie, tightclinging to Crowley* Go away.
*stretches out across the sides of an armchair* 'S nice to see less.. fire and screaming.
....Yes.
Havva drink?
*still not backing down - good thing he doesn't have to breathe, really* It is the truth. What does it matter if I love him or not, as long as I do my job properly?
*nods* Mhmm.
*stretches out on his couch*
Thou art a servant of thy LORD and no one elzzzzzz.
*smiles complacently at Beezie* You can't do anything to him worse than that. And we've already proven that that didn't work.
*glares, and steps back a little, out of Beelzebub's grasp* I realize that. And I am. *resolutely* So I repeat - what does it matter if I love him or not?
Azzzzziraphale izzzz the enemy.
*thoughtful* The enemy, hmm? *without a second thought, just pulls Aziraphale close and kisses him*
*slightly surprised for half a moment, then, smiling, twines his arms around Crowley's neck and kisses back for all he's worth*
*blinks in surprise at A/C, then watches Beezie in concern*
*growls!* NO! *grabs Azira and Crowley to pull them apart*
*applauds A/C fluff*
*is afraid for Crowley and Zira*
*notes the situation with A/C, as if he wouldn't, and keeps his distance, watching warily*
*clings to Crowley* *to Beezie* What can you do? Lucifer himself has failed.
*glowers and holds the two apart*
*wants to help, but can't think of anything that would work*
Thou shalt be punizzzzzshed for thizzzzz. Both of thee. *glowers at Zira* Azzzzziraphale shall be left to hizzzzz side. *grins at Crawlee*
*pales at that, but steadfastly holds onto Crowley*
*approuches slowly*
*notices Poll and wonders what on Earth he's doing*
*angrily* What more do you want? I'm doing my job, I've basically ... tempted an angel. I'm still loyal to the Lord, and I'm -rebelling-. Isn't that what demons are supposed to do? And what if this is all part of The Plan? What if it's all supposed to be ... ineffable?
*glarezzzz* Thy angel shall Fall, then? To join thy side? *glances at Azira, then back at Crowley* Rebelzzzz are not alwayzzzzz welcome.
*thinks the idea of Zira falling isn't too farfetched after what he did to Alcuin*
*resolute, pulling Aziraphale closer* Isn't that up to -his- side, then? ... I'm doing my job. So why don't you just leave us alone?
*breathing more than is necessary...well, at all is more than necessary...* *remains wrapped in Crowley's arms, staring resolutely and scaredly-angrily at Beezie*
*stops a short ways off from the action and cross his arms over his chest as if waiting for something (What? I have no idea.)*
*moes forward and joins Pollution* *mouths: What are you doing?*
*moves, as well
*growlzzz* Thou cannot do thizzzzz. It izzzz forbidden.
*glances over at Haldir and simply smiles vaguely*
... Since when did we ever avoid 'forbidden' things?
*narrows his eyes triumphantly at Beezie, waiting for his response*
Some rulezzzzz, Crawlee, have a reazzzzzzzon. Thizzzz izzz one. So sayzzz the Lord, and so it izzzz.
*glares* Obviously, even the Lord's attempt to 'teach' me the rules failed miserably. ... What if this really -was- part of The Plan? What then?
*waits with bated breath to see what Beezie does* *only not any breath at all, actually*
*hizzzezz* It izzzzz not thy plazzzzz to quezzztion, Crawlee.
Then what -is- my place? To not rebel? ... Hardly what we've all been taught.
*take that, biyatch*
*ahem*
*growls* Thou dozzt not rebel from thy side. Thy Lord will have wordzzzz with thee, Crawlee. And he will have thy wingzzzz.
*at Beezie's threat, he instinctively and protectively tightens his arms around Crowley, angel!glowering at Beezie*
He already -had- words with me. It didn't work. *steps closer to him* You can't frighten me anymore ... Prince of Hell. Why don't you just leave and go back to the only place where you'll ever belong?
*bites his lip and looks back and forth between A/C and Beezie*
*watches calmly, face impassive*
*also steps closer, bringing them face to face* And -I- cannot be dizzzpozzzed of by thy impudenzzz, Crawlee. Thy Lord -will- call for thee. Thy Lord -will- punizzzsh thee.
*tenses and clenches his fists*
*continues clinging to Crowley*
*glares* Then let him try his best.
Enjoy thy dayzzzz on Earth, Crawlee, for thy dayzzzz anywhere elzzzzz are numbered. *erupts into flame and disappears*
*takes a deep breath, and finally relaxes, at Beezie's disappearance*
*stares at the space where Beezie was for several moments, then slowly relaxes and unclenches his fists*
*stares at the place Beezie was standing and sighs* How special.
*leans, trembling, against Crowley* Oh, thank - God.
*goes over to a couch and drops onto it*
*raises eyebrow at Crowley and Zira* Are you two sane again?
*looks up from Crowley's shoulder* I...think so.
*watches Zira for a long moment, then nods* ...Good.
*smiles vaguely and glances up at the two of them...before walking away*
*just kind of pulls Aziraphale closer in a bit of a dazed state* *smiles at Haldir a little* Thanks.
*hugs Crowley tightly, but says to Haldir, hesitantly,* Is... Alcuin... is he all right?
*nods to Crowley and looks at Zira seriously* I don't know. He wouldn't talk at all until shortly before he left.
*worried* I feel so /horrible/, I... don't know what I was thinking.
*raises eyebrow* Neither do I. If you find out, -do- let me know.
*has the grace to look extremely ashamed of himself* *looks away*
*watches Zira for a moment, then decides that he's had all the drama he {{and his mun}} can stand for one day* *pushes himself off the couch* I need to get out of here for a bit, and to sleep. Goodnight. *nods briefly to A/C*
*softly* Good night...
*nods shortly, and leaves*
*nods in return*
*gently pulls Aziraphale to sit down on the couch, as they're both obviously exhausted*
*curls up on the couch, feet under himself, still using Crowley as a prop and a pillow*
Typist: *collapses*