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[hexyoutotuesday]

[When the video feed clicks on, Jinx is sitting, absolutely wide-eyed, in her favorite chair at S.S. Kahve. In the far corner of the screen, an employee can be seen cleaning up a puddle of spilled coffee. Well, less spilled, more like dropped without a single ounce of remorse. What can she say? The little metahuman is anxious, excited, and still

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[kissesdarling]

[Oh, the glowing eyes are interesting -- and Crowley watches them with some amount of curiosity.

And, suddenly, Crowley has something of an aura about him. It isn't loud -- subtle, just barely there -- but powerful. The slightest tinge of Hell and demonic energy and sheer strength, for just the barest instant.]

Attacking me would be the last thing you and your little bundle of joy ever did, and please, don't allow it to come to that. I hate washing infant blood out of my clothes.

[His tone softens, but becomes slightly colder. Gone is the pleasantry and light-hearted remarks. Crowley is now all demon -- and, just like that, he is standing in the corner, his hands in his pockets, eyes cold and narrowed.]

Children, humans, they're all such fools. No deal of Satan or God will save you if you don't want to be saved yourself. Your ability to deny reality is astonishing, but from one damned soul to another -- wake up and smell the soy chai latte, darling. You are waltzing down the fast-track to disaster, and while I do enjoy a good trainwreck --

[He raises a hand and, just like that, he has a glass of scotch in his hand.]

I enjoy quiet a great deal more.

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[hexyoutotuesday]

[Jinx has to remind herself that this was Roxas' coffee shop, and if she broke it, he would be unhappy. No one threatened the sorceress like that, especially not what she was carrying. Crowley could try flaunting his power all he wanted. Her normal response to such a display would be an eye roll and the middle finger. But he really managed to get under her skin.

So, she pulls herself up. One hand goes to her stomach while the other stays at her side, fingers curling and uncurling, sparks dancing at the tips.]

Let's get one thing straight. I'm clever, and I've got enough magic up my sleeve to make you guzzle piss on command by the time I'm through. If you ever manage to harm a single hair on my head? You'll be running for the rest of your suddenly shortened life from the very powerful people who happen to adore me.

[She narrows her eyes and speaks through clenched teeth, trying not to blow every electronic in the place.] So don't you ever threaten my daughter.

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[kissesdarling]

[Oh, power. Fascinating. And Crowley arches his eyebrows slightly at the statements, looking... well, grossly unbothered. Oh, a teenager with a lot of power at her fingertips to go kill things with, so what. Castiel was more terrifying and he was nothing more than a cast aside child with an absentee-daddy problem.]

Jinx. I've survived monsters that would devour the Archangel Gabriel without batting an eyelash.

[Calmly, and Crowley raises his hand slightly, the aura emanating from Jinx abruptly contained to her side of the room, himself protected from harm.]

I've no interest in harming anyone or anything during my stay here, but a friendly warning is just that -- a warning. Do not take out your temper tantrum on me, of all people. I've little patience for princesses who don't get their way. Now --

[And Crowley slides his hands back into his pockets, but the barrier still remains, in order to give space.]

I believe I said you weren't stupid. Don't hide behind the big bad angelic guard dogs you've collected for yourself. Speak to me as the equal you are.

[As if this girl could ever truly equal him, but Crowley plays his role well.]

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[hexyoutotuesday]

[There's a part of Jinx that respects people for not taking her shit. There are so many boys who let her use them as a doormat. So many people in her life she had wrapped around her little finger. It's been a good, long while since someone's stood up to her like this. Under normal circumstances, she'd initiate a fight. King of Hell or no, Crowley is deeply underestimating her. But she can't fight. Not right now with the baby.

That doesn't mean she's in the mood for talking, either. Respect or no, Crowley threatened her daughter. Something in the back of her mind screamed that she couldn't just brush that off.

With a snarl, she dismisses her powers and snatches her designer purse up off the couch.]

Go fuck yourself

[With that, she moves to leave the coffee house.]

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[kissesdarling]

[He doesn't move to stop her, but he watches her go, not blinking. Jinx is fascinating -- and the child in question is a doomed abomination, even by Crowley's standard -- but it'll definitely be something interesting. That's for sure.

Interesting being death and senseless destruction and Lucifer attempting to skewer the thing.

Not so different from home, then.]

Call me when reality hits.

[It's said absently -- but should Jinx turn to respond, the demon is already gone.]