9 [Video]

[kissesdarling]

[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

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[bloodthirsts]

Angel wings? [of course she's been told such beings are here but still]

Erm, is your friend alright?

[kissesdarling]

Angel wings. Wings of angels. And he'll survive -- he's had worse than a hit to the head.

Your name?

[bloodthirsts]

Well obviously -- I've just never heard of angels actually existing before I came here. I guess I shouldn't be surprised... Oh, right then [she's clearly not sure how to respond to that glib reply]

Seras Victoria, I just arrived a few days ago, Mr Crowley.

[kissesdarling]

[He mouths 'Mister Crowley' to himself for a moment before deciding that he quite likes that, so he doesn't bother correcting her to use something more informal.]

Welcome to the Port, Miss Victoria.

[Politeness is as politeness does, after all.]

You're in for quite a shock if you've never met a proper angel. Castiel, here --

[And he gestures to the floor.]

-- is the angel of Thursday, in most common myth. He's a bit useless and likes to wear a trenchcoat and is in love with Dean Winchester.

[bloodthirsts]

[she's ever so polite you'll find and she smiles at his reply]

Thank you. I've met a few supernatural beings [understatement] but never an angel. I'm not very familiar with them, truth be told, beyond wings and halo's and that.

Eh, really. That's quite different. Er, afraid I don't know who Dean Winchester is, Mr Crowley.

[kissesdarling]

They lack halos. Unfortunately. I'd love to strangle him with his on occasion.

[Thoughtfully, as he glances back down toward Castiel, before he refocuses his attention on Seras.]

That's probably for the best. Dean is an idiot. You seem intelligent. Keep whatever brain cells you have now before speaking with him.

[bloodthirsts]

[her eyebrows raise and she hopes that's just friendly antagonism between mates and all]

Not knowing any better I'll have to take your word for it. [she scratches her cheek at the sorta compliment] Well I wouldn't toot my own horn...

[kissesdarling]

[Castiel is Crowley's only friend.

This is just how he treats his friends. 8|]

Please do, most of the population is stupid.

[bloodthirsts]

[she laughs softly] You remind me a bit of someone I know at home, Mister Crowley. Have you been here long, yourself?

[kissesdarling]

Two of me? I pity the universe.

[Somewhat amusedly.]

Some months. Not quite so long as some others.

[bloodthirsts]

Oh no, no. He's um... [oh boy how to even describe her Master] well he talks like you, sometimes.

It isn't the first place I've been pulled away from home to, rougher landing though here.

[kissesdarling]

Dealing with pocket universes is heard of in my universe, though I've never bothered to dabble in the art unless necessary.

Where else have you been?

[bloodthirsts]

I'm afraid you've lost me again, Mister Crowley.

A city called Neo Genesis. It made those it took there forget everything about themselves and believe they'd lived there their entire lives. I didn't remember the truth about myself until I arrived here. It was a headache and a half, I'll tell you.

[kissesdarling]

Don't worry about it -- it's a supernatural thing.

[/badum-tish]

How... odd. And was this where you were born or another universe?

[bloodthirsts]

[she'll just nod and leave it at that, this is probably supernatural on a different level to what she deals with daily]

Another universe. It made me believe I'd been born there, but now I'm here, I've got two sets of life memories in my head. [there's a glint of determination in her eye] I know which one is real though.

It must sound very strange to you.

[kissesdarling]

I rule Hell, darling, nothing is strange to me anymore.

[Shrug.]

Fascinating, though.