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[kissesdarling]

[It's something of a normal image -- a well-dressed (all in black) middle-aged man standing somewhat calmly in the center of the baseball diamond. One hand is in his pocket, a bottle containing a dark liquid tucked in the crook of his elbow -- the other, holding his communicator. By the look of things, the man has figured out how to use it -- as

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[limitedrun]

No hell hounds until nighttime, sunshine.

[Someone from Anna's world, judging by the fact that he knows Gabriel and company. And a fellow Brit. This is enough to pique Griffin's curiosity.

Yes, his way of showing curiosity is being a dick.]

And they're not hell hounds so much as... squid dogs.

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[kissesdarling]

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Squid dogs.

[Congratulations, bro, you managed to pique Crowley's incredulity.]

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[limitedrun]

Dogs that have squid faces.

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[kissesdarling]

Canadians.

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[kingofrooks]

[ Entirely droll. ]

So did a rat crawl down your throat and died there?

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[kissesdarling]

Quite the opposite.

[Ignoring your sarcasm to match it with his own.]

I was laid off and am currently suffering the effects of a new change in management. Horrendous insurance.

And they care little about rats.

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[kingofrooks]

I'm pretty sure that's a contradiction in terms. Which is terrible, really, because it completely ruins the effect of your sarcasm.

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[kissesdarling]

And I'm fairly certain I could care less about your analysis of whatever I've just said.

[Crowley, ordinarily, would enjoy the banter and back and forth -- but he's lost, cornered, and extraordinarily pissed off. So -- instead, he'll just be a bitch.]

permavideo;

[athermercy]

[Oh more of Chuck's people...]

I wouldn't be surprised if the Darkness got some of those. But they aren't set loose until the sirens at nightfall.

permavideo;

[kissesdarling]

[Oh, finally, someone who says something moderately informative. Not that Crowley asked for information. People should clearly just give it to him.]

You people have hellhounds terrorizing the landscape at night?

[He'd say he pities you, but he could honestly care less. And his hellhound is awesome. 8(]

[athermercy]

There are definitely dog-like creatures in the Darkness -- Not quite hellhounds, because this has nothing to do with Hell, but close.

[She shakes her head]

I don't think they have owners.

[kissesdarling]

Not very many hellhounds do.

[He has one. But his is awesome. 8( -- but Crowley shifts topics.]

What controls them?

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[caveatwalls]

Afraid we're no vacancy on Satans for the time being.

[srsly Core why so many]

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[kissesdarling]

[This response, unlike the others, returns immediately. Because that -- that -- is eight shades of very not good. Especially for him.

-- goddammit, he just escaped a lunatic, and now he's faced with another? One who -- really, seriously, legitimately would probably want him dead and tortured and roasted over a spit.

His life officially sucks.]

Lucifer is here?

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[caveatwalls]

[Oh. That confident facade dropped fairly quickly. If the man wasn't concerned, he would have merely shrugged Sherlock off sarcastically like the rest.

No need to comfort him, though.]

Pick one.

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[kissesdarling]

[FUCK. EVERYTHING. FOREVER.]

How lucky for him, he has a club.

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[inkyubeytor]

[Sup Crowly. If you think this is weird, meet Kyubey, an unnerving little alien creature who seems to currently be feasting on McDonald fries.]

Are there really hounds of Hell?

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[kissesdarling]

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You're a rabbit eating fast food and you're questioning the existence of hellhounds.

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[inkyubeytor]

I'm not a rabbit.

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[kissesdarling]

Then some sort of bizarre talking cat-demon, regardless, you've had to have heard stranger.