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[aj_crawley]

*saunters in nonchalantly; there is a swagger to his walk that wasn't there before*

*collects bottle of wine from servete spell*

*lounges at a table with his feet propped on another chair*

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[iopenthings]

::walks over, a small, serious-looking girl in tow::

Crowley! I'm so glad to see you again. This is Ingress. Ingress, this is your Uncle Crowley.

[kassandraloxias.livejournal.com]

[Kassandra, in her usual attire of jeans and bits of chiton and himation, wanders in, without Koutali the snake. She waves a little vaguely to Sirius at the bar, and then sees Crowley, and bows, more than a little uncomfortable. The last time she saw him, after all...)

My lord Crowley?

[aj-crawley.livejournal.com]

Ah, the prophetess. Join me?

*pats seat beside him invitingly*

[watch-wait.livejournal.com]

Oh. You're back, Crowley. Can I get you anything?

[smallestopener]

::politely, holding out a sticky hand to be shaken::

H'lo, Uncle Crowley.

[aj-crawley.livejournal.com]

*stares coldly at the child with his yellow eyes*

Bit of a runty-looking thing, isn't she?

[locks_it_up]

*smiles and waves, from the other end of the bar*

[aj-crawley.livejournal.com]

No thanks, Bartleby. The servete spell does your job quite efficiently.

[kassandraloxias.livejournal.com]

My lord, I --

Yes, for a little while, and you can tell us where you travelled in your time away from us.

[aj-crawley.livejournal.com]

*stretches, puts arm around Kassandra*

Oh, you know, here and there. Checked up on some of my pet projects in the middle east - not too far from where you're from, actually.

[aj-crawley.livejournal.com]

*nods*

[iopenthings]

::stares, wide-eyed::

Well, yes, you would be, too, if you'd been kidnapped and underfed for six months. And if you were mortal... and five... what's wrong?

[aj-crawley.livejournal.com]

Nothing Door. Nothing at all. In fact, I feel fucking fantastic. More myself than I have in years.

[kassandraloxias.livejournal.com]

I... I hear there is war there still, Lord, and men who bring down whole cities for their rages.

::looks askance at the demon's arm: not only that it is around her, but that the suit jacket seems made of shining obsidian scales::

My Lord? Are you well?

[iopenthings]

Well... I found Ingress, obviously. With only a few mishaps, and those didn't end up having any lasting bad effects. So I didn't need you at all - but it was comforting, knowing I could call you if I needed you. So thank you.

[watch-wait.livejournal.com]

Yeah. *grins* Where've you been then, man?

[job26.livejournal.com]

*wincng*
*mutters* Hell's donkey's. I was hoping to get out before this part.
What I neeeeeeeed is a bit of distraction... like...






*gone out the front door*

[aj-crawley.livejournal.com]

Well, you could've called. Didn't necessarily mean I'd have answered.

[iopenthings]

But... you said...

Crowley? What happened?

[aj-crawley.livejournal.com]

Around the place. The middle east - Iraq, mostly. Baghdad, and a little place you've probably never heard of called Fallujah.

[aj-crawley.livejournal.com]

Me. I happened.

*half-shrugs, and grins nastily*

[iopenthings]

Right. Well, you know where to find me if you want to talk.

::looking utterly bewildered and on the verge of tears, Door picks Ingress up and walks back to the bar, casting one glance back over her shoulder::

[aj-crawley.livejournal.com]

Kassandra, the men there bring down whole peoples for their rages. Least, they do if I have anything to do with it.

And I'm feeling wonderful Kassandra. I haven't felt this good in a long, long time.

*hand wanders some more - slightly pointed nails trace up and down Kassaandra's arm*

[clumsy_auror]

*a bit cautiously* 'Lo, Crowley.

[white-to-gold.livejournal.com]

*watches*

my princess...