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Log, complete
When; April 2nd, noonish
Rating; pg-13 for violence
Characters; Nill![[profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
caged_song and Crowley saunturing_down
Summary; Crowley hasn't been acting quite like a proper demon, and Hell isn't too happy.
Log;
It had just supposed to been a quick trip down to the market, which was why he had taken Nill with him. If Crowley had known things were going to turn out the way that he did, he would have left her at home. In fact, he probably wouldn’t have gone out at all, and stayed inside sick for the day. But, as it was, he was no Agnes Nutter, and therefore he had no idea what was about to befall him.
As it currently was, he was heading back towards the apartment building, a bag of groceries in one hand, the other carrying his laptop. “You got that okay, kiddo?” he asked Nill, glancing at the girl who walked beside him.
Nill nodded, her face set determinedly as she held the grocery bag in her arms. The thing was quite heavy, but it wasn't anything she couldn't handle. It still weighed less than 2 gallons of milk...the girl couldn't handle 2 gallons of milk...Now that she thought about it, she was incredibly weak. Maybe even annoyingly so, but it couldn't be helped. Questioning the way she was made wasn't going to get her anywhere, after all the scientists had already done their fair share of things. She didn't want anymore sudden changes to her being than needed, thank you very much.
Crowley smiled slightly at the determined look on her face. “Should’a known.” he stated. “You---“ However, his sentence was quickly cut off as he was jerked backwards, a hand wrapping around his throat as a disturbingly familiar voice hissed in his ear. “Hello, Crawly...long time no see~~” Crowley blessed viciously under his breath before he brought his elbow up, ramming it into the soft stomach of the demon behind him. With a snarl, he was released, and he stumbled away, dropping the groceries on the ground and turning to face his opponent.
Of course, it would be Hastur who was given the job of going to kick his ass. Crowley had been expecting them to send someone right about now. “Nill, run.” he hissed, low. Hastur’s gaze wandered towards the girl, but Crowley snarled, stepping in front of her to block her from view. “You’re going to pay attention to me, Hastur. I’m the target.”
W-Who was that? Nill flittered worriedly, she lingered slightly. She couldn't just...just leave him...but he had asked her to, and if she stayed she would only cause Mister Crowley un-needed trouble. Fighting back was obviously not an option for the frail girl. Nill bit her lip and dropped her groceries, taking off at sprint back towards the apartment buildings.
She'll get Mister Az! That's what she'll do...and...and then everything will be alright...Mister Crowley would be alright...nothing bad will happen...right...right?
Hastur’s eyes followed the girls retreat, and he smirked at Crowley. “What’s the matter, Crawly? She important to you?” It was said in such a way that Crowley wanted nothing more than to bash the Duke of Hell’s head in. But as it was, he ended up launching himself after Hastur as the other demon took off after Nill.
The Duke of Hell was over by Nill in seconds, placing a heavy hand on her shoulder, leaning down to hiss into her ear. “Hello little girl~~ Where are you go—“ He didn’t have the chance to finish his sentence as Crowley pounced on the other demon, sending the two of them tumbling to the side in a wrestling match of claws, teeth, and hissing.
A scream would have been just a perfect fit for that particular moment. Who wouldn't scream, when a freaky stranger suddenly appears behind them? Unfortunately, she was incapable of screaming, so she did the next best thing and fell over in surprise. It was all reflex really. The hand had after all, having been placed on her shoulder, had thrown her slightly off balance.
She was scared, yes. Extremely so. But she was more scared for Mister Crowley, she needed to find help. She needed to tell Mister Az what was going on, Mister Az would probably know what to do? Hopefully...Nill took a glance back, worry stricken. Mister Crowley...Mister Crowley...Scrambling up, Nill pulled her shoes off in two swift movements, before trying to run again in the direction of the apartment buildings.
Crowley hadn’t expected to win, especially in a fight of brute force. He snarled as the other demon’s hands went around his neck, holding on tightly. It was true he didn’t have any need to breathe, but the hold on his neck wasn’t meant to cut off his air; it was meant to subdue. Crowley snarled, hand reaching out for something, anything to use against the demon lord. His hand wrapped around a glass bottle of somesuch stuff that had been on the grocery list Aziraphale had given him, and he moved to smash it over Hastur’s head. Unfortunately for him, the other demon caught his hand, turning the bottle on himself and breaking it against the concrete in a spot that would’ve been Crowley’s face had he not turned his head. The glass flew up as it shattered, cutting across his cheek and the side of his face, and he let out a small grunt in reaction before he was backhanded, his head smacking viciously on the pavement, dazing him, before he was hauled to his feet by his collar and dragged over toward his fallen laptop.
[ooc: and, I think we’ll end it there because the rest is in the journal entry]
Rating; pg-13 for violence
Characters; Nill
caged_song and Crowley saunturing_down Summary; Crowley hasn't been acting quite like a proper demon, and Hell isn't too happy.
Log;
It had just supposed to been a quick trip down to the market, which was why he had taken Nill with him. If Crowley had known things were going to turn out the way that he did, he would have left her at home. In fact, he probably wouldn’t have gone out at all, and stayed inside sick for the day. But, as it was, he was no Agnes Nutter, and therefore he had no idea what was about to befall him.
As it currently was, he was heading back towards the apartment building, a bag of groceries in one hand, the other carrying his laptop. “You got that okay, kiddo?” he asked Nill, glancing at the girl who walked beside him.
Nill nodded, her face set determinedly as she held the grocery bag in her arms. The thing was quite heavy, but it wasn't anything she couldn't handle. It still weighed less than 2 gallons of milk...the girl couldn't handle 2 gallons of milk...Now that she thought about it, she was incredibly weak. Maybe even annoyingly so, but it couldn't be helped. Questioning the way she was made wasn't going to get her anywhere, after all the scientists had already done their fair share of things. She didn't want anymore sudden changes to her being than needed, thank you very much.
Crowley smiled slightly at the determined look on her face. “Should’a known.” he stated. “You---“ However, his sentence was quickly cut off as he was jerked backwards, a hand wrapping around his throat as a disturbingly familiar voice hissed in his ear. “Hello, Crawly...long time no see~~” Crowley blessed viciously under his breath before he brought his elbow up, ramming it into the soft stomach of the demon behind him. With a snarl, he was released, and he stumbled away, dropping the groceries on the ground and turning to face his opponent.
Of course, it would be Hastur who was given the job of going to kick his ass. Crowley had been expecting them to send someone right about now. “Nill, run.” he hissed, low. Hastur’s gaze wandered towards the girl, but Crowley snarled, stepping in front of her to block her from view. “You’re going to pay attention to me, Hastur. I’m the target.”
W-Who was that? Nill flittered worriedly, she lingered slightly. She couldn't just...just leave him...but he had asked her to, and if she stayed she would only cause Mister Crowley un-needed trouble. Fighting back was obviously not an option for the frail girl. Nill bit her lip and dropped her groceries, taking off at sprint back towards the apartment buildings.
She'll get Mister Az! That's what she'll do...and...and then everything will be alright...Mister Crowley would be alright...nothing bad will happen...right...right?
Hastur’s eyes followed the girls retreat, and he smirked at Crowley. “What’s the matter, Crawly? She important to you?” It was said in such a way that Crowley wanted nothing more than to bash the Duke of Hell’s head in. But as it was, he ended up launching himself after Hastur as the other demon took off after Nill.
The Duke of Hell was over by Nill in seconds, placing a heavy hand on her shoulder, leaning down to hiss into her ear. “Hello little girl~~ Where are you go—“ He didn’t have the chance to finish his sentence as Crowley pounced on the other demon, sending the two of them tumbling to the side in a wrestling match of claws, teeth, and hissing.
A scream would have been just a perfect fit for that particular moment. Who wouldn't scream, when a freaky stranger suddenly appears behind them? Unfortunately, she was incapable of screaming, so she did the next best thing and fell over in surprise. It was all reflex really. The hand had after all, having been placed on her shoulder, had thrown her slightly off balance.
She was scared, yes. Extremely so. But she was more scared for Mister Crowley, she needed to find help. She needed to tell Mister Az what was going on, Mister Az would probably know what to do? Hopefully...Nill took a glance back, worry stricken. Mister Crowley...Mister Crowley...Scrambling up, Nill pulled her shoes off in two swift movements, before trying to run again in the direction of the apartment buildings.
Crowley hadn’t expected to win, especially in a fight of brute force. He snarled as the other demon’s hands went around his neck, holding on tightly. It was true he didn’t have any need to breathe, but the hold on his neck wasn’t meant to cut off his air; it was meant to subdue. Crowley snarled, hand reaching out for something, anything to use against the demon lord. His hand wrapped around a glass bottle of somesuch stuff that had been on the grocery list Aziraphale had given him, and he moved to smash it over Hastur’s head. Unfortunately for him, the other demon caught his hand, turning the bottle on himself and breaking it against the concrete in a spot that would’ve been Crowley’s face had he not turned his head. The glass flew up as it shattered, cutting across his cheek and the side of his face, and he let out a small grunt in reaction before he was backhanded, his head smacking viciously on the pavement, dazing him, before he was hauled to his feet by his collar and dragged over toward his fallen laptop.
[ooc: and, I think we’ll end it there because the rest is in the journal entry]