eyesofaserpent | Drink Count: 13 || Bombfield, Day 1

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...

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There's also Aziraphale. Who I rather hope never shows up in this hell hole.

You'd mentioned his name earlier. Who was that again?

Er... He's a... friend from back home.

A...

[...long pause]

Friend?

[Grimsley carefully keeps his expression neutral even as he mocks Crowley's odd hesitation.]

Well. If you dislike all other demons, and if we're speaking of immortal fellows here...

.... Your point being?

I do believe the overbearing religion of this town only believes in one other type of immortal being.

....

Fine.

Yes.

He's an angel.

How charming.

Illicit companions. It's almost like a fairy tale.

A fairy tale? Hardly. More like... Two members of opposite sides finding similarities in each other they don't see in their own kind.

Perhaps the both of you would have been better off like us.

Hmm? What do you mean?

Ignorant, rather daft, short-lived, and blissfully unconcerned with affairs concerning the end of the world.

I meant being human, of course.

I rather like being a long-lived demon. I've been forced to try being human because of this town and I promise you, it's not something I like.

To each his own.

[A brief shrug before Grimsley faces his companion with a faint smile.]

If this is the type of thing you have to look forward to, I don't envy your lifespan.

Yes, but we stopped this from happening.

You're going to live forever.

I rather think they'll be taking a few more stabs at it. An infinite number of stabs, as eternity tends to turn out.

We'll stop it. Aziraphale and I will find a way to stop it.

Cheers, then, to the most charming of friendships.

...

I don't suppose any alcohol survived all of this.

I have no idea. I haven't found any yet.

How exceedingly disheartening.

[Grimsley, at that point, pauses beside a piece of rubble.]

Where, exactly, are we walking to, Crowley?

Nowhere in particular. Just looking for my mates. Maybe some shelter.

I don't know if there's actually any to be found...

I'm sure there are. If one of these basements are intact, it could be made into shelter, don't you think?

Alternatively, it could collapse under the weight of the rubble and we'd all be crushed. But I like your viewpoint better.

Well, it's as good a plan as any.

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