11-17-2019, 12:57 AM
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For a long time, Crowley just sort of considered Hell .. a job, maybe. Not a pleasant one, but he did what he had to to get by. He certainly hated going downstairs, and actually interacting with them, but it was ... fine, when he was away from them.
Okay, fine, listen. Yes, Crowley hated Hell, and he hated them quite a lot, in his own sort of passive way. It was inevitable he'd turn on them someday -- and then promptly refuse to tell anyone about the results of that. Demons were more frequently killed than redeemed after they commit a crime against Hell. Especially as somebody so low ranked. Replaceable. Not so replaceable that they could just let him get away with it, mind. An example to be made.
Crowley hadn't ever even considered that he might receive help. Sure, he might be near integrated into this place now, but, well ... he'd never been rescued before, and he hadn't expected that to change now.
As such, Aurum's arrival seems to .. break something, in Crowley. Just a complete shut down, the serval freezing as he sees the lion land in front of him. And, for a long moment, it's difficult to process, as Aurum bursts into flames and snarls at the unfortunate duo. He's already a bit .. frazzled, and his brain had just been working overtime but a few moments ago. He's not afraid of Aurum. Crowley, despite everything, even when he's temporarily incapable of comprehensible thought, trusts him even still.
It's only when Aurum slams into Hastur that Crowley snaps out of it. Holy shit. He tracks the lynx's movement as he slams into the tree, and can't manage to bring himself to feel anything other than shocked awe. And, really, after such a brutal beating, Crowley doubts they'd try again. They're powerless here, after all.
.. Somehow, he doubts that, that they'd give up completely, but it's enough, for now.
Is this what whiplash is like? Crowley's brain is desperately trying to catch up, to process much of anything at all. It isn't going well, but he can at least acknowledge that Aurum's sudden switch from ... whatever the hell that was to .. whatever this is is .. very jarring indeed.
"'s a lot more than I was expecting at all, honestly," Crowley settles on a long moment later, after he can begin to properly process language. He's still somewhat tense, but he seems to be, gradually, relaxing, more because of Aurum's tone than any actual comfort. He gets the feeling he'll be on edge for months now, and he's starting to feel the mud and the wounds and the wriggling more clearly. He ignores it."Fuck, you took care of them quick," He's not entirely sure what that says about Crowley's fighting skills. .. Alright, he's going to face it, now that he's thinking clearly. He had the disadvantage of being much smaller than Aurum, sure, but Crowley was shit at fighting. He can't believe that he was going to be beaten around by two jackasses who didn't know what they were doing. Unbelievable.
Crowley shakes himself from his tangent. It doesn't matter. Aurum is still worried.
"I mean ... it could be worse?" Crowley says, dubious. He's not a terribly good judge of injuries, especially his own, regardless of the feelings sinking back into him. It wasn't anything he'd particularly enjoy walking around with or dealing with on his own, but he's not fond of the other options, either. Which, considering Crowley's history, is probably something he'll have to do someday.
Crowley sits down, heavy, to take the weight off his shoulders. He's silent for a long moment, before attempting to shrug. He regrets it immediately, and his face skews into something vaguely pained. He takes the dive, presumably to distract from this. "Oh, you know," He says, because Aurum probably did. It feels better to not just ... say it, anyways. "Superiors. Weren't too pleased with my uh. My quitting," This is the most eloquent way he can put it at the moment. There's probably some better words out there that he can't quite find yet, though. Quitting doesn't quite encompass temporarily stealing very top secret documents and then disappearing for like, three months without warning.
Okay, fine, listen. Yes, Crowley hated Hell, and he hated them quite a lot, in his own sort of passive way. It was inevitable he'd turn on them someday -- and then promptly refuse to tell anyone about the results of that. Demons were more frequently killed than redeemed after they commit a crime against Hell. Especially as somebody so low ranked. Replaceable. Not so replaceable that they could just let him get away with it, mind. An example to be made.
Crowley hadn't ever even considered that he might receive help. Sure, he might be near integrated into this place now, but, well ... he'd never been rescued before, and he hadn't expected that to change now.
As such, Aurum's arrival seems to .. break something, in Crowley. Just a complete shut down, the serval freezing as he sees the lion land in front of him. And, for a long moment, it's difficult to process, as Aurum bursts into flames and snarls at the unfortunate duo. He's already a bit .. frazzled, and his brain had just been working overtime but a few moments ago. He's not afraid of Aurum. Crowley, despite everything, even when he's temporarily incapable of comprehensible thought, trusts him even still.
It's only when Aurum slams into Hastur that Crowley snaps out of it. Holy shit. He tracks the lynx's movement as he slams into the tree, and can't manage to bring himself to feel anything other than shocked awe. And, really, after such a brutal beating, Crowley doubts they'd try again. They're powerless here, after all.
.. Somehow, he doubts that, that they'd give up completely, but it's enough, for now.
Is this what whiplash is like? Crowley's brain is desperately trying to catch up, to process much of anything at all. It isn't going well, but he can at least acknowledge that Aurum's sudden switch from ... whatever the hell that was to .. whatever this is is .. very jarring indeed.
"'s a lot more than I was expecting at all, honestly," Crowley settles on a long moment later, after he can begin to properly process language. He's still somewhat tense, but he seems to be, gradually, relaxing, more because of Aurum's tone than any actual comfort. He gets the feeling he'll be on edge for months now, and he's starting to feel the mud and the wounds and the wriggling more clearly. He ignores it."Fuck, you took care of them quick," He's not entirely sure what that says about Crowley's fighting skills. .. Alright, he's going to face it, now that he's thinking clearly. He had the disadvantage of being much smaller than Aurum, sure, but Crowley was shit at fighting. He can't believe that he was going to be beaten around by two jackasses who didn't know what they were doing. Unbelievable.
Crowley shakes himself from his tangent. It doesn't matter. Aurum is still worried.
"I mean ... it could be worse?" Crowley says, dubious. He's not a terribly good judge of injuries, especially his own, regardless of the feelings sinking back into him. It wasn't anything he'd particularly enjoy walking around with or dealing with on his own, but he's not fond of the other options, either. Which, considering Crowley's history, is probably something he'll have to do someday.
Crowley sits down, heavy, to take the weight off his shoulders. He's silent for a long moment, before attempting to shrug. He regrets it immediately, and his face skews into something vaguely pained. He takes the dive, presumably to distract from this. "Oh, you know," He says, because Aurum probably did. It feels better to not just ... say it, anyways. "Superiors. Weren't too pleased with my uh. My quitting," This is the most eloquent way he can put it at the moment. There's probably some better words out there that he can't quite find yet, though. Quitting doesn't quite encompass temporarily stealing very top secret documents and then disappearing for like, three months without warning.
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