'Bored' would be a good description for Crowley right now. Yeah, the dead girl had made this experience harder to joke about now, but it hadn't made the experience any less annoying, either.
Once you'd been tortured in Hell, as an angelic being at that, when the place was new and primed for victims, everything else was just something you had to put up with until your torturer grew bored of you not dying or you found a way out. Or, occasionally, you allowed yourself to be rescued by a stupid angel with a fondness for tartan.
Fresh out of Aziraphales, and with the other two options highly unlikely, Crowley had decided it was best to wait, and see if the castle could collectively manage to be helpful and get them all out of this mess with minimal trouble.
...He'd lived long enough in Paradisa to know that the 'minimal trouble' part was nigh on impossible. Oh well, at least they weren't trying to play the most boring game of I Spy ever any more.
Percy looked around, trying to get a better idea of the layout this time. If he got a good enough description of this place in his head, he could tell all the people who were out searching for the kidnap victims.
Since the lighting stubbornly decided to stay like an old horror movie (ie candles) he ventured farther into the torture chamber or whatever it was. There he saw that same guy he dreamt about last time. At least this time the image was a lot clearer. The dude-- Crowley, according to Allen-- looked pretty much exactly as he was described.
He couldn't be in that much danger if the guy was just sitting around, could he? But Percy decided to take a look at whatever bonds were keeping the demon in place just to be sure.
Now demons are good at sensing other magics around them. It's one of their many survival traits. You needed to know something was coming before it tried to murder you horribly. ...Well, unless that something was Riful, but to be fair the castle was a big mixing pot of magic anyway. Picking one person out would be like finding a small child in a crowded shopping centre without any helpful staff nearby to shout over the intercom.
Here, though, away from the huge bulk of magic users, Crowley could pick things up a lot better. And something was here, more precisely, very close to him. He frowned for a moment, trying to zone in on what 'it' was.
Actually there was someone really close. Since he was just in a dream Percy couldn't try freeing Crowley but he was getting a good look around. And Crowley wasn't the only one captured, right? There were others, too. Percy didn't know their names but they were probably around here somewhere.
Sometimes monsters noticed him when he was dreaming. He hadn't thought about it in this case. What did he look like to them, anyway? Probably himself since they recognized him. But maybe like a ghost. That'd be pretty cool.
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Once you'd been tortured in Hell, as an angelic being at that, when the place was new and primed for victims, everything else was just something you had to put up with until your torturer grew bored of you not dying or you found a way out. Or, occasionally, you allowed yourself to be rescued by a stupid angel with a fondness for tartan.
Fresh out of Aziraphales, and with the other two options highly unlikely, Crowley had decided it was best to wait, and see if the castle could collectively manage to be helpful and get them all out of this mess with minimal trouble.
...He'd lived long enough in Paradisa to know that the 'minimal trouble' part was nigh on impossible. Oh well, at least they weren't trying to play the most boring game of I Spy ever any more.
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Since the lighting stubbornly decided to stay like an old horror movie (ie candles) he ventured farther into the torture chamber or whatever it was. There he saw that same guy he dreamt about last time. At least this time the image was a lot clearer. The dude-- Crowley, according to Allen-- looked pretty much exactly as he was described.
He couldn't be in that much danger if the guy was just sitting around, could he? But Percy decided to take a look at whatever bonds were keeping the demon in place just to be sure.
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Here, though, away from the huge bulk of magic users, Crowley could pick things up a lot better. And something was here, more precisely, very close to him. He frowned for a moment, trying to zone in on what 'it' was.
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Sometimes monsters noticed him when he was dreaming. He hadn't thought about it in this case. What did he look like to them, anyway? Probably himself since they recognized him. But maybe like a ghost. That'd be pretty cool.
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