001 | Enter the (second) Serpent

[eyesofaserpent]

[He appears to be a young man in his twenties with black hair. His eyes are covered in sunglasses and he wears a stylish suit that seems to be tailored to him. Old habits die hard, after all. He is also flipping through a badly tattered book.]No... This one isn't right.... Just decaying paper. Bloody hell, Angel. Why did you have to go and

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[onehundredbeers]

[Nathan's trying to get back into the swing of being annoying welcoming crew just because it gives him something to do.]

You're not hallucinating. There's some fucking brochures like... that way. They'll explain some shit.

((idk if your Crowley can sense things, but if he can, Nathan probably pings as demonic or apocalyptic in some measure or something like that. Unexplained apocalyptic dudes, how do they work????))

[eyesofaserpent]

[Crowley looks at the strange man a moment and takes a tiny step away. An sensation in the back of his mind twinges.]

Brochures... Alright...

[onehundredbeers]

Mhm. And, oh, uh. The bar's like. That way. [He points in some direction.] There's fucking infinite booze.

[eyesofaserpent]

[He seems to perk up at the sound of unlimited alcohol.]

That sounds bloody marvelous.

[eyesofaserpent]

[Crowley looks the strange man over.]

The bar, I could do with. The library, not so much.

Unless it contains books of prophesy or misprinted bibles. [Something like the angel would have collected...]

[eyesofaserpent]

I may go look at that after I get myself a drink.

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[cruxified]

[There's something off about this redhead's aura. He's tall, solid, and like something out of a D&D session. He also feels peculiar, like something halfway ascended with the life sucked out. A mechanical angel, as it were.]

This is a construct, but not of the imagination.

[eyesofaserpent]

[Crowley doesn't quite know what to think about this guy.]

Ah... Yeah... I think you might be right...

[cruxified]

[He used to be a human... maybe. Kratos wordlessly offers him an updated brochure.

The awkwardness is almost akin to being offered a burger by a man with a creepily smiling mask, except Kratos doesn't smile. He just stares.]

[eyesofaserpent]

[He takes the brochure, but steps back.]

Thanks...