eyesofaserpent | Drink Count: 11 || "Take Me In, Tender Woman," Sighed the Snake

A. [Action: 915 Bilko Boulevard, morning]

[Oh look, there's a package on the porch for Crowley. Well, to be honest, Crowley picks it up with a glitter on the lenses of his sunglasses. So far, Mayfield's gifts to him have been good, so he really has no reason to be wary of this box. He takes it to the kitchen to open it and... He feels a rush of energy that tingles on his skin and knowledge dropped into his mind about what he has just regained: his ability to change his shape.

So, just to test it out, he suddenly takes the form of a snake and flicks his forked tongue in amusement. In fact to any of the residents of 915 Bilko were to walk into the kitchen, they would see a snake that gives the impression of being mighty proud of himself.]

Hallo.

[Oh yeah, this snake can talk.]

B. [Action: About town, afternoon]

[Crowley's trying out a different shape. He's slinking around town as a woman with raven black hair, cherry red lips, and shades. He's wearing a slinky, low-cut, white with black polka dotted pencil skirt dress and black snakeskin Louboutin stilettos. He looks like every teenage boy's wet dream: the quintessential pinup girl.

Crowley still seems rather pleased with himself, parading around town like this. Go ahead. Approach him. He won't bite. Not even you, Loki.]

C. [Action: Olney's Tavern, evening]

[Well, he's not behind the bar. He isn't allowed behind the bar tonight because he's a woman. In fact, he keeps getting disapproving looks from the patrons of the tavern.

Crowley found out he was stuck a couple hours back. It was like he forgot his favorite shape. Really, it is just a set back, though a very frustrating one. Clearly, it's been too long since he changed his shape.

He drummed his perfectly painted red fingernails on the counter before taking a sip of her Apple Crisp.]

Bollocks... I really buggered this up, didn't I?

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Some of them had to be taken out beforehand.

Do I sense a smug claim of achievement?

Not exactly. I never relished those kinds of jobs.

But you would be powerful enough to take down the giants of legend?

I took one of the little abominations down. I'm not proud of it, alright?

Hm.

I suppose, in a sense, it would be like removing a relative. Something like a nephew.

It's nothing like that... I... I'm not much for bloodshed.

[Grimsley's eyes open slightly wider than normal before they return to his usual half-lidded state.]

Not many are.

Hmm... Not something you would expect from a big, bad demon.

My dear Crowley, I already know you aren't quite the run-of-the-mill demon.

Not that I know much about run-of-the-mill demons, either.

I suppose. Though I'm sure you can imagine.

Well, I suppose you're certainly tempting me into mortal sin right now. When I'm languishing in hell, I expect the temperature to be lowered a few degrees for friendships' sake.

I could maybe set you up in the first level. It's a little more cozy there.

An eternity of having my feet tickled instead of outright torture?

More or less. Though I doubt I have any say on what happens to souls trapped here.

You were Original Sin. Surely that gives you some leverage.

I wasn't "Original Sin". And trust me, I'm at the bottom rung in the hierarchy. I didn't exactly fall like the rest of them.

I thought you said you were the serpent?

...In any case, I suppose I shall hold out hope that I return to my world before my untimely demise. It wouldn't be at all fair to end up someplace that doesn't even exist where I come from.

I was the Serpent that tempted Eve, yes. But I'm not Sin itself.

And yes, I suppose you'd be out of place there.

The cause of original sin, no need to split hairs.

In any case...

[Grimsley takes a swill of his drink.]

Perhaps we ought to get back to discussing your situation. How is it that you switch skins at all?