[Open] I've been around for a long, long year -- stole many a man's soul and faith.

[mrkingofhell]

Crowley was not happy in the slightest.

First that bloody angel had to go back on their deal, and then he had to nick off with the blood - rendering the spell useless. Then the stupid feather ball had to go and open up Purgatory all by himself an consume every single last soul that was in there. Bloody angels. Well, he certainly wasn't going to

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[enjoythe_ride]

" ... the files you sent me last ... "

Bela wasn't in Grant Park two seconds ago. Bela was in the Crowbar two seconds ago, talking to John. John, her guardian, who she wouldn't put it past to be positively molting at this point.

She always warned him that she wouldn't be the easiest ward. He should have listened. Not that he could have -- this, whatever it is, between them isn't something that he can just turn off. But she can at least try and make it seem like she cares about his well being. Mostly because she actually does.

This still leaves the mystery of how she is still in a toga, still shackled, and suddenly materializing in Grant Park. She starts to look around, confused, and then her eyes land on a very familiar face. In fact, it's the last face on Earth that she ever wants to see in Chicago, second to only Lilith.

But look how well that went.

"Oh, bloody hell, not you."

[mrkingofhell]

Crowley looks up at a very familiar voice. He finds himself instantly smirking despite his confusion about the whole situation.

Oh, well isn't this a pleasant surprise.

He remembers Bela well. Not only did she give him the Colt, but he also saw her a few times in Hell. Most being tortured. A lot. It was all good fun. It was a deal that intrigued him. Lilith rarely made deals personally, you see. She must've had a soft spot for little girls wanting to kill their own parents.

"Bela Talbot," he says with a smirk before adding, "Abby,"

He tilts his head to the side, eyebrows raised. She's also wearing a toga, how curious. "Correct me if I'm wrong, darling, but you should be downstairs,"

[enjoythe_ride]

That adds some context. He's at least after her death and not before it. She doesn't want to know what fresh horrors he could come up with here, however, and she certainly doesn't want him to think that she's a mistake who should be corrected.

"Call me that again, and you'll find yourself missing your best friend." And that isn't a threat, Crowley. That's a promise. She will shoot it off. The narration suspects it's probably not the first time she's done it.

Unfortunately.

She crosses her arms in front of herself, trying to fend off the cold as best she can, before continuing. "That would be true -- if this were our universe. Here -- I get to go on living, free and clear."

[mrkingofhell]

Crowley pouts at her, he's not even bothered in the slightest by it. "Touchy, touchy," he says and then chuckles, let the trolling begin, "And I think you'll find Growly's not around right now, so good luck trying to find him," His best friend's his pup, Bela, not his dick. Eesh. "Although saying that, he might be around soon," he adds with a wicked grin.

"Another universe?" he asks and stops to pause for a moment. Well, that would explain not being able to reach Hell. If he's somewhere else entirely... there might not even be a Hell here. Now that is a awful thought. "Hmm,"

But he simply cannot have her going around thinking her debt's cleared. Oh, no. Not at all.

"Or, so you think," he says with a shrug, still smirking, "A debt's a debt, darling. Doesn't matter where you are, you have to pay. Don't think that jumping into another universe means you'll escape the debt collectors,"

He doesn't even know how he'd get her soul. Or access to Hell. But she doesn't need to know that.

[mrkingofhell]

Crowley turns to look at the Welshman and it's a great struggle not to snigger. And he thought he looked bad. But, to be honest, those are some very fetching tights.

"Looks like I've turned up at a fancy dress party, and I don't recall being invited," he says with a frown, "I was heading somewhere... and now I'm in Chicago, and I can't seem to get to where I was going,"

He'd really like to go back to Hell, thanks. There's a mutated angel calling himself the new God that's probably going to be turning up soon. He'd rather not stick around.

"So, explain, very quickly if you will," he says, "And I'll be on my way,"

[mrkingofhell]

Crowley will have to agree with you on that one, Ianto. He prefers his suits too. Being King of Hell means he has to dress the part. He's a businessman of sorts and this ridiculous outfit annoys him a little.

But upset? No, not really.

"I never liked Chicago," he mutters more to himself than anything. "Right. I see. So... another dimension of sorts?" he asks with a slight frown, "Well, that explains a few things,"

More specifically, why he can't get to Hell. But on the bright side... Castiel might not be able to follow him. Still... he does want to get back to Hell.

"So... how do I get back?" he then asks.