6 [Accidental Video]
[The NV isn't showing much of anything, because it's in Crowley's coat pocket, though you can definitely hear some muffled cursing. It isn't in English, and it's actually quite offensive, if anyone knows Latin, but don't worry, it probably isn't directed at you. A scraping of a gate, a thrown aside trash can, and it sounds as if Crowley is walking on asphalt. Probably going home after what sounds like a horrendous day.
-- but then you hear the snarling, and the sound of footsteps abruptly stops, and the NV is drawn from Crowley's pocket instinctively, almost as if he's going to call someone, but his fingers hesitate over the touch screen in favor of speaking in a rather incredulous:]
-- You're joking.
[It looks as if Crowley is talking to a street lamp. A street lamp, while out in the Darkness, with the distinctive sound of monsters coming after him -- but then, the thud of massive paws, and something huge shoves at Crowley's arm, causing it to move -- but it's perfectly invisible.
The demon is still for a moment, almost as if expecting whatever is touching him to tear him to shreds, before he pats thin air -- or what looks to be thin air, but his hand connects with something rather solid, and there's a sharp bark, followed by Crowley snorting to himself.]
Stupid bloody beast.
[It's a quiet mutter as he brushes past the mass, toward a large building -- and whatever it is Crowley has run into follows him obediently, knocking over another trashcan in its wake.
Around half an hour after this video is sent, a series of texts are sent out, individually, to the following:]
[Filtered to Castiel, Christina, and Adam // Private // Unhackable]
The rules have changed.
-- but then you hear the snarling, and the sound of footsteps abruptly stops, and the NV is drawn from Crowley's pocket instinctively, almost as if he's going to call someone, but his fingers hesitate over the touch screen in favor of speaking in a rather incredulous:]
-- You're joking.
[It looks as if Crowley is talking to a street lamp. A street lamp, while out in the Darkness, with the distinctive sound of monsters coming after him -- but then, the thud of massive paws, and something huge shoves at Crowley's arm, causing it to move -- but it's perfectly invisible.
The demon is still for a moment, almost as if expecting whatever is touching him to tear him to shreds, before he pats thin air -- or what looks to be thin air, but his hand connects with something rather solid, and there's a sharp bark, followed by Crowley snorting to himself.]
Stupid bloody beast.
[It's a quiet mutter as he brushes past the mass, toward a large building -- and whatever it is Crowley has run into follows him obediently, knocking over another trashcan in its wake.
Around half an hour after this video is sent, a series of texts are sent out, individually, to the following:]
[Filtered to Castiel, Christina, and Adam // Private // Unhackable]
The rules have changed.