Drink Count: 13 || Bombfield, Day 1

[eyesofaserpent]

A. [Action, 915 Bilko Boulevard, or at least what's left of it]

[Crowley wakes suddenly to find the house in rubble and his drone daughter dead. The sight of her body almost makes him ill. He looks around quickly to spot April and Kyon moments before his eyes fall on the remains of the garage. It's missing his pride and joy: the Bentley. He can't stop himself from running to the foundation of the garage and looking around uselessly, as it would change the present.]

Oh bloody hell, Mayfield. Where is my bloody car?

[Priorities, mang.]


B. [Action, around Mayfield]

[Crowley is the most displeased demon. Why did he do all that work to avert the apocalypse just to see it happen here in this town? Also, things are registering as hot to him. What the hell? It wasn't that long ago that he could be set on fire and not even break a sweat.

He's been going around Mayfield, trying to find people he likes. Giles, Loki, Grimsley, Lyn, Snipes, Mika: that means you especially. Anyone else he's met, he'll also be checking in on, but mostly after or on the way to checking in on those 6.]

Oh, good. You made it out okay...

Comments

A

[slave_of_suzumiya]

[Kyon get to his feet shakily, holding his head for a moment...]

Ugh... Your car is honestly the first thing you're concerned about?

[eyesofaserpent]

Of course I'm concerned about my car. I looked to see you were okay first.

[slave_of_suzumiya]

Well, it seems that a lot more than just the car is gone...

(... I have to admit, I'm a little concerned about where Shamisen might be.)

[eyesofaserpent]

[He deflates a bit.]

Er... Yeah. I noticed that too...

[slave_of_suzumiya]

What the hell happened here anyway? And how did we get out relatively unscathed?

B

[watchedher.livejournal.com]

[ Giles can be found sifting through rubble on Anderson, a damaged kitchen knife in his belt and strained look on his face. He straightens up and offers a slight smile at Crowley's appearance, but the worry there barely fades. ]

Crowley. I'm glad to see you're alright.

[eyesofaserpent]

[Crowley trots over and claps Giles on the shoulder.]

Same here, mate. Whatever it is we're going to be facing here, I'm glad I found you...

[watchedher.livejournal.com]

[ He shakes his head. ]

I don't know how much help I'll be. All my weapons and supplies have been entirely wiped out.

[eyesofaserpent]

Oh. Well, er... I don't seem to have any of the skills I had before myself. There's always moral support?

[watchedher.livejournal.com]

[ He gives a sudden little laugh at that and something in his expression eases, genuinely this time. ]

I suppose there is.

B

[tenebrousking.livejournal.com]

What a preposterous thing to say.

[Grimsley flicks a piece of dust off his suit.]

Do you see these loose threads, my good man? And the stains. This will never wash out.

[He's joking. Probably. But the stains are dark crimson, and Grimsley's knuckles are wrapped in what was clearly once his scarf.]

[eyesofaserpent]

... What happened to you?

[tenebrousking.livejournal.com]

Nothing of importance.

[Just tearing his hands apart digging through rubble searching for his Pokemon.]

I trust you're well?

[eyesofaserpent]

Well enough as can be expected given the circumstances, I suppose.

[tenebrousking.livejournal.com]

I expect you feel rather at home here. ...Though perhaps hell is much worse.

LET'S TRY THIS AGAIN WITH LESS FAIL ON MY PART

[midgardserpent]

[SO HE DOES RECOGNIZE YOU, YEAH? YEAH. OKAY.

Anyway yeah he's around town and he's all "oh hey it's that dude." He shrugs in response. There wasn't a whole lot of "making it out" involved, he just woke up and the town was like this. He didn't even have to do anything.]

ilubb

[eyesofaserpent]

Then again, I should expect someone like yourself to be okay.

;__;

[midgardserpent]

[He shrugs again. He's not really sure how much of a difference it makes around here.]

/cuddles

[eyesofaserpent]

Do you have anywhere to stay?

[midgardserpent]

[He raises an eyebrow incredulously. Does anybody have a place to stay? Does it really matter at this point?]

[kleptophile.livejournal.com]

[Good news, Crowley - Lyn is only marginally hard to find! With all his powers gone, he's even twitchier than usual, and all the more likely to go into deep hiding as soon as possible...but he's desperately trying to salvage what he can from the rubble of his home, as well as those of his neighbors. He'd collected so many little things from all over Mayfield in his past year here, stashing things away all over the house, and out of fucking nowhere...

So despite the fact that he's trying to duck pretty much anyone and everyone, Crowley may spot a small figure digging frantically through the debris that used to be 338 Brady for anything useful.]

[eyesofaserpent]

[Crowley does indeed spot him with his sharp, motion-sensitive eyes. He strides over before he even recognizes Lyn.]

Oh! Lyn!

too late to even be fashionable...

[kleptophile.livejournal.com]

[Lyn jumps and almost bolts before he even places the voice...but then he does recognize it and abruptly relaxes. (Which, upon reflection, is rather ironic; if you'd told him a few months ago that he'd be happy to see another demon, under any circumstances, he wouldn't even have begun to believe it.) He hadn't really expected anyone he knew to find him, but he's pretty deeply relieved to have company all the same.] Shit, Crowley, don't scare me like that.

[He scans their surroundings before giving the other demon a brittle, half-frantic sort of grin.] Shit, all it needs is a little hellfire and it'd feel like we'd arrived early to the class reunion, hunh?

lol, no worries

[eyesofaserpent]

It feels like the thing I managed to stop ten years ago. Where are you headed?

[kleptophile.livejournal.com]

[Lyn shrugs restlessly. He seems twitchy, in the most literal sense of the word - he barely seems able to stand still, constantly turning to glance over his shoulder, eyes darting to follow any sound or movement, shivering(he's not wearing the best clothes, and with his demon status gone he can't simply shrug off the cold as usual), shifting his weight and idly flexing his fingers. It's hard to say if he's afraid of holding still, or actually incapable of it under the circumstances.] Where the fuck is there to head? Just trying to get whatever I can while the getting's good. After that...dunno. Find somewhere hidden to hole up until Mayfield goes back to normal. It always does sooner or later.