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25 February 2006 @ 11:36 pm
A messenger  
It was just past noon at the club, and, as usual, it was pretty much deserted except from Tim. As far as anyone could tell, Tim never actually left.

The dance floor and the tables had been cleaned off from the previous night, and Tim was at the bar, drying off clean glasses and arranging them in the back, whistling to himself.

He stopped whistling, at some point, and frowned slightly as he looked over the bar, though he didn't stop what he was doing.

A tiny point of a shadow grew on the floor until it was about three feet wide, at which point a figure rose out of it as if there it was levitating through a hole in the floor. 'Figure' was a good enough name for it, too, since it seemed to be nothing more than a shadow wearing a black cloak.

Tim regarded it in silence for about five seconds.

"Nice wraith get-up," he said finally, as if he were commenting on the weather. "The Lord of the Rings try-outs are next door, though."

The cloak was apparently not amused.

"I seek the one called Crowley." It said finally, in a voice that sounded very raspy... even through that, though, the tone of annoyance was plain. "I wish to speak with him."

"Crowley? Hm... I might know somebody of the sort," Tim said slowly, setting down the glass he'd been working on. This wasn't someone from Crowley's world. He'd seen this one before, in fact, not that he was going to tell it that. "Yeah. I could call him up or something, I guess. You want to talk to him here?"

"Yes."

"Ah... I guess you know the rules around here? This is a neutral zone, pal, and I'll toss out anyone who gets on my nerves. Ghost, wraith, or whatever you are."

If it had eyes, it would have been glaring. "I know."

Tim was well aware of the concept of authors. He knew that Crowley would find his way here if he wanted to see what this guy wanted to say. In the meantime, he went back to drying newly-washed glasses, whistling again.
 
 
 
Anthony J. Crowleyh8_ineffability on February 26th, 2006 07:10 am (UTC)
Crowley wandered in, whistling absently himself in a fairly cheerful way. He was spinning his keys around one finger.

"Hey, Tim. I just came by to pick up the Bentley and figured I might as well stop in for a drink."

He glanced at the figure in the cloak for a moment and quirked an eyebrow, then shrugged it off and slid onto a stool.
_zaelia_ on February 26th, 2006 09:57 am (UTC)
"You people think that I have nothing better to do with my time than to serve you drinks?" Tim asked, holding back a smirk, but he pulled out a bottle of vodka anyway.

"Ringwraith over there wants to talk to you," He noted, jerking his head towards the cloak.
zaelshadows on February 26th, 2006 10:11 am (UTC)
"I am called Denrei."

He crossed his arms, or whatever he had that passed for arms. He didn't seem to care whether or not Crowley was actually looking at him. It was a bit of a moot point, really, since there wasn't much to look at.

"I am here to speak to you on behalf of my master. He would, of course, speak to you himself if he could, but certain agreements prevent him from doing so here. He believes that you could be of some assistance to us, and so I am here to inquire."
Anthony J. Crowleyh8_ineffability on February 27th, 2006 05:53 am (UTC)
Crowley looked around the club pointedly. "It's the middle of the day. There are no customers. You're still here. Obviously you don't."

He glanced back at the cloaked figure. "Oh, really? And your master would be...?"
zaelshadows on February 27th, 2006 09:41 am (UTC)
"You might have heard of him as Maethor, though he has many names."
_zaelia_ on February 27th, 2006 09:59 am (UTC)
Tim set down a glass in front of Crowley and filled it with gin. "Y'know why the place is empty? Because we're technically closed, not that any of you barbarians actually care about that," he remarked, without any real scorn in his voice.

He sat down on a stool behind the bar and crossed his arms. "Maethor, eh? There's a tricky bastard if I've ever seen one. He'll cut a deal with someone if they have something he wants. Preferrably one that screws you over in some way, but if you can convince him that you're not going to buy that bullshit, then it's conceivable that it could be mutually beneficial."

"Not that I'd actually encourage anyone to deal with types like him, but..." He gave a little shrug with one shoulder. "That's a personal bias."
Anthony J. Crowleyh8_ineffability on February 27th, 2006 12:09 pm (UTC)
"Why should we care when you don't, either?" Crowley asked, picking up the glass. He sipped from it thoughtfully. "I guess the question then becomes, what do I have, or what can I do, that he wants? Not to mention, what do I get out of it?"

Shade had mentioned that this Maethor was the local equivalent to Satan. Crowley was finally just on the verge of getting out from under the thumb of his Satan, he wasn't too sure he wanted to go getting involved with another one. Not without some major incentive, that was for sure.
zaelshadows on February 28th, 2006 10:03 am (UTC)
"Knowledge." Denrei replied. "And insight, that is what you have. What you would gain from such a deal would be largely up to you. There are many things that he could give you, it depends on what you desire."
Anthony J. Crowleyh8_ineffability on March 1st, 2006 06:52 am (UTC)
"Life's looking pretty good for me right now, actually. There's only about one thing I could say I really want..." Crowley paused and took another drink. "And it's not something your master could give me. I might entertain some offers, but not without knowing exactly what he wants from me. And I do mean exactly."

'Possibly even nice and accurate,' Crowley almost added, but nobody here would get the joke, and he doubted the cloak would appreciate the humor even if he did get it.
Maegan: Davidguardian_maegan on March 2nd, 2006 05:10 am (UTC)
"I can tell you that."

A handsome blond man was standing at the door, slouched slightly against it. Even though he was dressed in a t-shirt and jeans, nothing particularly extrodinary about his appearance, even someone who wasn't very perceptive would have been able to tell that he wasn't human.

There was an almost cheery glint in his green eyes. "They want you to teach them about this world of mechanics and computers and telephones. This world runs on electricity and oil, and eventually theirs will, too. They have no idea how these things work. They want to know so that they can use them to their advantage. Get a jump on the competition, you know? You've had experience with this sort of thing, and your views would probably be more helpful than someone else's, since you're a demon and all."
zaelshadows on March 2nd, 2006 05:12 am (UTC)
"You have no business here, angel," Denrei hissed. "This does not concern you."
Anthony J. Crowleyh8_ineffability on March 2nd, 2006 05:45 am (UTC)
Crowley had a rather bemused look as he finished his drink. This was all feeling very familiar, in an odd way. Hell on one side, Heaven on the other... All he needed was Aziraphale sitting next to him talking about ineffability. Just like old times.

How did that American song go again? 'Clowns to the left of me, jokers to the right, here I am. Stuck in the middle with you.'

"So why are you here? And could I possibly get some introductions? Everybody seems to know who I am, but I can't say I know anything about either of you."
Maegan: Davidguardian_maegan on March 2nd, 2006 07:14 am (UTC)
"You mind your manners," the angel straightened and shook a finger at Denrei teasingly. "I'll have you know that I have every right to be here... and even if I didn't, I'd probably be here anyway."

He grinned at Crowley. "Of course everyone knows you. Someone wrote a book about you, a very popular book, that makes you pretty famous."

He wandered over to a table near the bar and pulled out one of the chairs, flipping it around and sitting backwards on it so that he could cross his arms over the back. "All the books with my name in them... Well, they're not nearly as widespread. My name's David."

"As for my angelic agenda, which is nobody's business but mine and God's, and possibly Gabriel's since everything is his business..." He cleared his throat. "Ahem. I'm here to advise you against dealing with these guys. I'm sure that you're feeling very... drifty lately since you're more or less unemployed, but I don't think you want to listen to him. They can't give you anything you want or need that you couldn't get on your own, anyway."
zaelshadows on March 2nd, 2006 07:23 am (UTC)
Denrei glowered in silence. As much as he hated to admit it, David was far more powerful than he was. There wasn't anything he could do, even if he wasn't under the laws of the house, so to speak. All he could do was to wait and see if Crowley would rather listen to the angel.

Insolent idiot... Holy beings were annoying enough, but this one was infuriatingly disrespectful. Even if they were intending to smite evil things and ruin their plans, at least the angels at home were professional about the whole thing.
Anthony J. Crowleyh8_ineffability on March 2nd, 2006 08:55 am (UTC)
"I prefer to think of it as being self-employed," Crowley replied blithely, pushing back his empty glass. "And yes, I know about the book. I've read it. I didn't know it was a particularly popular book, though. Maybe I should write my memoirs sometime, then. It might actually sell if I find the right dimensions to market it in."

He turned to look at David. "So, now why don't you tell me why an angel cares if a demon gets involved with other demons? Aside from the obvious answer that you don't want them getting that jump on the competition."

Though, really, even if he'd been predisposed to get involved with a new Hell, he remembered his efforts to get his own Hell to move with the times. The idea of trying it again wasn't a terribly appealing one.
Maegan: Davidguardian_maegan on March 3rd, 2006 03:08 am (UTC)
"Alright, alright, self-employed," David corrected himself. "Now, just so you know, I'm not from his world. His world isn't quite like Earth, and their Hell isn't the same. These demons aren't the kind that you're used to dealing with. I'm not sure if that would be a good or bad thing for you, to be honest."

He rested his chin on the back of the chair. "I come from a world a lot more like yours, but I travel a lot, and I freely admit that I meddle. I try to bring peace and good and all that to wherever I go."

"For that matter, I wouldn't like them to get all kinds of nasty plans to use technology to their advantage, here and at home. As for my reasons aside that? Well... I'm not going to say, because it would probably offend your delicate sensibilities," he said, grinning faintly.
Anthony J. Crowleyh8_ineffability on March 3rd, 2006 05:59 am (UTC)
"I wasn't aware I had any delicate sensibilities. How about that? You learn something new about yourself every day, don't you?"

Crowley stood up, pulling his keys back out of the pocket he'd tucked them into. "How about this? I tell both of you to take a hike and try me again after I've got myself moved into a place here. I think one major life decision is enough for this week."

He waved lazily to Tim as he headed for the door. "See you around."
zaelshadows on March 3rd, 2006 06:08 am (UTC)
Denrei simply disappeared, quite annoyed with the whole situation at this point. He hadn't expected to get an answer right now, he'd simply intended to present the idea, but then David had to come along and completely mess things up. But maybe it wasn't all lost. There would be more time to talk later.
_zaelia_ on March 3rd, 2006 06:11 am (UTC)
Tim waved back. "See you later, Crowley."

He turned to David, eyebrows raised. "Not bad. Managed to clear both of them out in less than ten minutes. Is that a record for you?" He asked.
Maegan: Davidguardian_maegan on March 3rd, 2006 06:29 am (UTC)
"Aw, that's harsh," David's expression shifted to a pouting frown. "I wasn't trying to scare anyone off. Well, maybe the shadow, since he doesn't have any sense of humor to speak of. And I wasn't trying to poke him into doing anything... Just wanted to tell him what Screechy's spiel was going to be about, you know, without all of the various little almost-lies and misleading information. Not that I think he's stupid. He's just new, so he doesn't know these people too well yet."

Even though Denrei couldn't actually lie here, he could do quite a bit of skipping around the truth, which was even worse than an outright lie in some cases.

"And why's everybody so grouchy in the morning? Sheesh."
_zaelia_ on March 3rd, 2006 06:39 am (UTC)
"I really don't know if you're always annoying on purpose, or if you honestly don't intend to be sometimes," Tim said wryly, shaking his head.
Maegan: Davidguardian_maegan on March 4th, 2006 09:25 am (UTC)
"Well, I'm told that I'm annoying all the time, though sometimes it's not on purpose and sometimes it's even kind of endearing," David said thoughtfully. "I think that's true."

He watched Tim for a few minutes. "So what do you think will happen when he finds the bookstore? You know he will... And I know you know what I'm talking about, so don't pretend like you don't," he said seriously.
_zaelia_ on March 4th, 2006 09:32 am (UTC)
Tim sighed and put up another glass.

"I dunno, Dave. Why do you think that I haven't told him about it? He'll get there on his own. Whatever happens after that, well... happens. It'll work out one way or another. Hopefully for the best."
Maegan: Davidguardian_maegan on March 4th, 2006 09:40 am (UTC)
"That sounds a bit much like it's some kind of ineffable plan," David commented, a bit dryly. "Which is weird because all of this is outside the realm of any big plan that either world has, and this one... it's just a little dimension between dimensions, plenty of divine influences going this way and that, but some plan? Even I find that to be something of a stretch."

He frowned at Tim, though not too seriously. "Even when you say you don't know, it seems like you do, you just don't remember at the moment."
_zaelia_ on March 4th, 2006 09:48 am (UTC)
Tim chuckled at that.

"I think that there's a lot going on in the multiverse that people don't know about, David. It may look like nothing more than a whole bunch of different dimensions and worlds connected in various ways, but there's more out there. It's not as random as some people think."

Which, of course, wasn't a good answer, but David hadn't actually asked a question, either.