Open RP to anyone who wants to get into a towering row
Crowley stalked away from the sorting room feeling paranoid and angry. He hadn't seen Aziraphale, John, or Remus in days, Ryuuji and Kira seemed to be avoiding him, the new crop of applicants were really pissing him off and there wasn't a convenient metropolis nearby full of people to torture with tube strikes, traffic accidents, wiped computer hard drives and other nasty things he normally did to relieve his tension. Therefore, the next person to talk to him was seriously going to regret it...
((So, yeah, anyone want to fight? Fair warning: anything you've seen from Crowley so far has been kid stuff. He will be vindictive and cruel and will get real personal, real quick. He'll push every one of your character's buttons and generally make them as miserable as humanly possible. And know, too, that if he hurts or upsets your character, makes him or her cry, whatever, he is NOT going to feel guilty about it in any way. You all know he's a bastard, but he's not going to be an amusing bastard this time.))
((So, yeah, anyone want to fight? Fair warning: anything you've seen from Crowley so far has been kid stuff. He will be vindictive and cruel and will get real personal, real quick. He'll push every one of your character's buttons and generally make them as miserable as humanly possible. And know, too, that if he hurts or upsets your character, makes him or her cry, whatever, he is NOT going to feel guilty about it in any way. You all know he's a bastard, but he's not going to be an amusing bastard this time.))