[Crowley steps backward onto the plane, looking white as a sheet. He looks like he's seen a ghost. Well, he has ( Read more... )

[Crowley steps backwards onto the Plane, visibly shaken. Crowley's still a woman (and still producing an incredible amount of pheromones). Today she's dressed in a slinky black dress and black patent leather and white snakeskin pumps[She heads immediately for the bar, taking up space behind the counter. She doesn't waste time with cocktails this ( Read more... )

[Everyone on the Plane can hear it. A gut wrenching scream of a beautiful woman in distress. Of course, none can be entirely certain that the woman is beautiful based on the sound of her scream, but something in the sound seems to say, "Yes, this lady is lovely and needs your help. Won't you come to her aid?" Shortly after, a woman with raven ( Read more... )

[Crowley has been searching for his sunglasses for the past five and a half weeks. All of which he's had to do manually since he's been as weak as a normal human the entire time. And recently he found the only thing better than his powers: Aziraphale.

All in all, Crowley's in a good mood. Sex will do that. And it's about to get better ( Read more... )

[He'd been surprised how few drinks it took to get him drunk. And of course in the drunken wallowing, he'd forgotten he'd lost all his powers and couldn't sober up at will, like usual. Cue a staggering Crowley slamming open the door to the bar.]

Where in the bloody... bloody hell are my sssunglasss--- sssun--- ssshadesss?!

[Something is wrong. Wrong enough that it rouses the demon from a deep and comfortable sleep. He sits up in his bed in the room beside the bar and blinks slowly. Huh... A little bit of a headache. He needs to stop going to bed without sobering up beforehand ( Read more... )

[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 ( Read more... )