Hastur, or Quite Possibly Ligur

Feb 07, 2008 18:47

Crowley's not sure what to do about this LOL. He's an angel, dammit, not a demon. In fact, he's so caught up in his thoughts that he doesn't stop to think about what might happen if he goes to see if Aziraphale would have any idea how to get him out of this mess. If he'd actually stopped to think about it, he might not have rushed over to the ( Read more... )

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allteaandbooks February 8 2008, 00:58:55 UTC
"Yea-AAH!" Aziraphale had been sitting behind the counter, drinking tea and reading (this is his usual pose when in the shop). But all that changes when he sees a demon come bursting through the doors. First, he tries to jump up. This doesn't go very well, since there's barely room for his chair behind the counter, so both he and the chair topple to the floor. Then he rolls away, fishing a water pistol from the back of one of the shelves. After a hasty blessing over his weapon, he peeks up from behind the counter and fires.

"OUT OUT FOUL DEMON! YOU HAVE NO POWER HERE!"

It should be noted that the little old lady who had been browsing the small selection of books actually for sale has fainted.

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a26blackbentley February 8 2008, 01:04:11 UTC
((Now we get to play pretend that the rest of Crowley's icons don't look like Crowley. It's nice having a whole range of emotions >.>))

Crowley stops as the blessed water hits him squarely in the face, and for a moment he just stands there, blinking and dripping. Then he mentally changes gears and motions to the old lady. "You might want to help her."

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allteaandbooks February 8 2008, 01:07:10 UTC
This leads to a moment of profound, even painful, disbelief for Aziraphale. If the water didn't hurt the demon, then does that mean God doesn't love him anymore? He'd come as close to wibbling as an English angel can manage.

Then there's the fact the demon's worried about the old woman. "Er. Yes. Once I've dealt with you. What do you want?"

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a26blackbentley February 8 2008, 01:13:02 UTC
Crowley wipes his face on his sleeve and sighs heavily. "So much for never judging a book by its cover," he mutters. "It's me." That statement probably isn't much help, but Crowley's a bit jarred. It probably doesn't help that the LOL changed his clothes as well as his appearance.

"For God's sake, just help the old lady. I'll be in the back."

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