9 [Video]
[Crowley is inside his apartment, leaning against a counter. He, for the time being, is the only individual in the shot, because Crowley has no friends.
Clearly.
He pauses for a moment or two, to collect his thoughts, before speaking directly to the NV, calm and collected.]
I find myself in need of a large sum of money. As a result -- I’d like to ask a few questions about the two major corporations within the city of Siren’s Port, in terms of gaining support for research on genetic splicing.
[Of course, Crowley does have friends, and somewhat oblivious ones at that. Behind him, while he's talking, Castiel appears with a rustling sound of cloth and feathers, in time to catch the end of Crowley’s words. Of course, he thinks nothing of chiming in despite that the demon wasn't talking to him.]
Genetic splicing?
Regarding the removal of angel wings and reattaching them to guinea pigs, yes.
[Dismissive and with the slightest trace of annoyance, Crowley doesn’t pay Castiel any mind, as he continues to talk.]
I know there are some of you that wave the SERO or AGI flag, but I’d like to know more before applying for funds. Specifically -- contact numbers, employees, what they do and do not do -- what they’re interested in, what they’re not -- and why they want people on their side so badly.
[Castiel just makes an expression that's somewhere between unimpressed and perplexed at Crowley's answer, but then more growing more serious as his friend continues.]
I believe the companies release propaganda supporting themselves, which might also be of interest to--
[And abruptly he stops, trailing off, swaying back and forth on his feet for a moment before dropping somewhat comically out view to the floor in a dead faint.
Crowley pauses, at Castiel fainting, before he glances down at the ground, toward where the angel is presumably lying there, unconscious. He then refocuses his attention on the camera, as if nothing at all has happened.]
So, to those that have no idea who I am -- I’m Crowley. My feed is always open. I’d love to hear from you.
[And the demon snaps his fingers, the feed shutting off with a burst of static.]
ooc: Castiel will respond ICly after he’s woken up from being stupid.
Clearly.
He pauses for a moment or two, to collect his thoughts, before speaking directly to the NV, calm and collected.]
I find myself in need of a large sum of money. As a result -- I’d like to ask a few questions about the two major corporations within the city of Siren’s Port, in terms of gaining support for research on genetic splicing.
[Of course, Crowley does have friends, and somewhat oblivious ones at that. Behind him, while he's talking, Castiel appears with a rustling sound of cloth and feathers, in time to catch the end of Crowley’s words. Of course, he thinks nothing of chiming in despite that the demon wasn't talking to him.]
Genetic splicing?
Regarding the removal of angel wings and reattaching them to guinea pigs, yes.
[Dismissive and with the slightest trace of annoyance, Crowley doesn’t pay Castiel any mind, as he continues to talk.]
I know there are some of you that wave the SERO or AGI flag, but I’d like to know more before applying for funds. Specifically -- contact numbers, employees, what they do and do not do -- what they’re interested in, what they’re not -- and why they want people on their side so badly.
[Castiel just makes an expression that's somewhere between unimpressed and perplexed at Crowley's answer, but then more growing more serious as his friend continues.]
I believe the companies release propaganda supporting themselves, which might also be of interest to--
[And abruptly he stops, trailing off, swaying back and forth on his feet for a moment before dropping somewhat comically out view to the floor in a dead faint.
Crowley pauses, at Castiel fainting, before he glances down at the ground, toward where the angel is presumably lying there, unconscious. He then refocuses his attention on the camera, as if nothing at all has happened.]
So, to those that have no idea who I am -- I’m Crowley. My feed is always open. I’d love to hear from you.
[And the demon snaps his fingers, the feed shutting off with a burst of static.]
ooc: Castiel will respond ICly after he’s woken up from being stupid.