Character Meet and Greet

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"You can design and create, and build the most wonderful place in the world. But it takes people to make the dream a reality."

I. Exploring Main Street! Take a trip through a little town taken straight from 1890's America. Visit the shops, dine at the restaurants- but don't forget you are here on a mission. As an Apprentice, you will need to gather some supplies. A weapon, or tool for producing magic.

But we understand if that corn dog cart on Market Street is your first stop.

II. Apprentice Class 101! Practice your spell casting and weaponship on the open commons behind the Firehouse. Sparring, casting or just general confusion abound here. Try not to hit anything or...anyone, the paint on the infirmary is still drying.

III. Look out! A level 2 corroded monster has managed to get onto Main Street! Protect the citizens and defeat the cur, and please watch the damage, the paint is still wet!

IV. One Little Spark! Go ahead, show us the strength of your imagination and come up with your own scenarios. Just, stay out of the Corroded Lands...if possible.

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[serpentinthegarden]

"Naturally you understand it, you've always been clever, the point wasn't to try and trick you it was to spread disharmony in those people who couldn't understand it."

And he took a certain amount of pride in that. Clever angel able to see through his plots... really bloody annoying. The angel scruples too, though he expected that. Azriaphale wouldn't have been all in for a seed of evil no matter how funny it would have been.

Crowley leaned back on his commandeered pillow to watch the angel over there judging him with his wine and his perfect white eyebrows. If he weren't so familiar with Azriaphale he might have been more offended but as he was he just shrugged before making a sort of dismissive 'aahh' noise.

"Maybe not escort. Think I can consider that more of an option of last resort if everything else falls through."

He was a demon, meant to be working towards Armageddon and the glorious final battle but he didn't care for it anymore than Azriaphale did. The thought that everything he had grown to love about that world would just be gone. No more flat, no more terrified house plants, no more Bentley or humans doing wonderful little human things. No more little bookshops... Oh look, some how his glass was empty again.

"If you say ineffable to me one more time..."

A hollow threat so it was never finished.

"I only meant we should be thinking ahead just in case we end up trapped here for longer than either of us think we will be. Are you planning on taking up their cause? Fighting for these humans as hard as you are that lot we were pulled away from?"

[serpentinthegarden]

"He was trying to scare you!"

Seemed the most plausible explanation to him.

"Or make himself seem bigger and stronger than he actually was... Obviously Rose. Demons lie, its what we do. He was only lying to you."

It was a lovely oops!

[funnylittleclown]

"Then let's not keep them waiting."

The Doctor was absolutely impish as he pushed aside the diner doors and allowed Rose to enter just ahead of him.

"You've a very important guest!"

He announced to the staff who looked up from their daily tasks of cooking, cleaning, and register manning.

"Rose Tyler! Official Chip Inspector! You'll have to do your best to impress her!"

Then with an almost gallant sweep of his overly large coat he whisked Rose away to one of the freshly cleaned booths by the window. Hopefully the chips would do them both some good. He was beginning to feel peckish himself!

( ii. )

[cannoneering]

Canon found herself somewhat attracted to the area from the sound of explosions, swords clashing and flashing gleams in the sky. Magic was something she was used to given her cannon, it was an amazing weapon! But what other weapons could she find around this place? Or whom to talk to about them? She meandered around, noting the crowd, the pint-sized cannoneer made her way toward the "ring." Excited, she clapped her hands together once near enough to see the persons engaging in combat.

Correction: were engaging in combat.

What had happened, she had no idea, but the crowd reeled back in a collective movement to let the blond hit the ground where he was likely seeing stars. Blinking her large eyes, she leaned over the blond with her feet on either side of his head. Her pigtails dangled just above his face on either side and the dainty heavy hitter set her palms to her knees, leaning slightly. "Helloooo...? Are you okay? Can you speak? Do you need a good strike to pull you out of your slump?"

Canon, please don't hit the boy.

[blessedarethebookmakers]

He can't help but beam at the compliment, feathers floofing a little though he doesn't notice. Of course he's clever. But he's also very thorough. It would take a lot to get past him. He hums, further pleased that an escort is going to be near the bottom of the list. Though he'd make a very good one.

He reached for the wine bottle the same time Crowley did, fingers brushing against the others as he took it for himself and didn't share.

"Ineffable," he said, just to tease him. He poured wine for himself and kept the bottle at his other side so the snake couldn't get to it easily. This was an action he regretted not a bit as Crowley spoke again.

"I wish you hadn't put it that way. I'm not entirely sure you didn't do it on purpose." He knew why Crowley would prefer they stay. "I can't say no, can I? After all, God is the God of everywhere." He pours himself another glass and drinks it down. He can find a way out of it if he wanted, he was sure. Justification on justification. But was it right just to leave these people behind? Was hat part of the plan?

He didn't want to fight for these people as well, but that was what an Angel was made for.

[bigbadrose]

A shrug. It didn't mean anything to her one way or the other, to be honest.

"You sound like the Doctor. But he was the Prince of Lies, right?" a snort. "He still told the truth about me dying in battle. Just left out the parts that wouldn't hurt the Doctor or me. Big bloody surprise."

XDDDDD

[bigbadrose]

She had to fight to keep back a laugh and instead stuck to character and got all brusque. "Right then, you better prove to me what yer sign says is real, or else I'll be havin' the whole board o' inspectors descend on you en masse!! Chop chop!!!" hand chopping motions, and she did laugh as the Doctor whisked her away. Younger or not, still the Doctor where it mattered most.

II. Not sorry about the paint job

[to_curse_and_confuse]

Even Sulfus had to jump at the loud concussive blast, but once he knew what had happened and he could see the damage for himself ... well... he was amused. In fact, he had a positively wicked idea he decided to try putting into practice. Assuming a calm collected manner he approach the firearm happy girl. To the casual observer he just looked like any other human despite the large star over one eye.

"Not bad....... but it was only a sign." Not that she'd asked for commentary. "I don't really think that flimsy plank of wood was a fair test of your weapon's power."

You could take the demon out of his dimension but it wouldn't change his natural inclinations.

IV.

[cometophobic]

"Haven't you ever stayed in one of these before?" Noticing the other girl's apprehension and acting as some kind of expert on the subject FYI she isn't. The concept wasn't entirely foreign to her though just the word 'apartment' and some of the amenities they offered.

Her brilliant blue eyes darted briefly to the large metallic cylinder the stranger was carrying. She didn't have the first clue as to what that was supposed to even be so it would take a fair amount of bluffing on her part if it became the topic of choice. Or you could tell the truth Marisol. It was always an option you just never availed yourself of it.

neither is she, really.

[cannoneering]

He might not have been as impressed with it as she was but it hardly mattered. Canon was still ( technically ) learning how to properly use her immense weapon and hitting the target was a step in the right direction! The mass destruction that happened as a result of firing said weapon was a happy accident — although it was to be expected as a given. It wasn't exactly a nerf soft ball being shot from its contents.

"Maybe! But it was hit and therefore, I did as I wanted!" Chipper to a fault, Canon smiled to the newcomer and touched the tips of her fingers together, steepled before herself. "Oho? There is always somewhere new to practice! Where do you have in mind, friend?"

Stranger, more like.

[cannoneering]

"Oh?" A voice! Canon pulled herself from the intricacies of the sign of which there are none to look at the other female. She beamed, lifting her comically oversize cannon as though it were made of styrofoam to maintain her watch on it. Daddy might forgive many things, sure!, but something told her that he'd really, really lose it for real, really real this time doubtful if she lost it. "Well, mm, maybe not? The estate is very, very big but the houses in town are small."

She squinted toward the sign once more and nodded to herself, looking to the girl as though she were some kind of housing savant. "Not this small though, at least I have not seen any so small. Or, mm... hm." After a moment of thought she added: "Actually I have no clue! Going into the homes of other people? That just does not really seem all that right to me, I mean, do you think so? Even if you knock and just go in, you know, just to measure... I would worry they might think I were bragging."

She didn't have to. The people in her homeland knew her, she was popular and hard to miss thanks to her enormous cannon — and being her father's daughter.

II.

[dino_deviant]

Recoiling as the dust started to settle, Rex got a good glimpse of where the sign used to be, the remnants of the wall and just how close it had been to his person.

"Hey watch it! A few inches lower and I would have gone extinct!"

[cannoneering]

Large, red eyes took in the weird small young man because Canon was so huge herself, blinking in something of a flutter when he spoke to her. Was... he speaking to her, really? Didn't he know what cannonballs did upon connection? Why had he walked in the way in the first place? Canon raised her hand as though she were about to make a point, index finger in the air — but instead, set the tip of it to her chin as she tilted her head.

"Is it really considered extinct if it is just yourself and not all humans?" Canon, what.

[serpentinthegarden]

Reaching for a bottle that suddenly and cruelly was no longer there he chased after it, his arm reaching over Azriaphale's person as he made a lunge and very nearly caught the fleeing liquid but suddenly the world spun. The chase was instantly abandoned as his hand came to rest on Azriaphale's chest, a steadying anchor he used to prevent himself tumbling right off the bed.

"Oh angel..."

He groaned as his forehead came to rest on Azriaphale's shoulder.

"Be careful of that stuff... powerful."

He took a deep breath and held it as if doing so might lessen some of the vertigo.

"I only had a glass!"

The numbers were played out on his free hand. A glass had become two, or had it been three, worse... four.

"Or... several. You know, just occurred to me. If our powers are all wo-- won-- messed up, we can't just make ourselves sober again can we?"

The word 'Ineffable' brought out a low snarl but finding the power to right himself still felt a long way off to him. At least here there was that comforting scent of angelic cologne.

"I didn't have anything to do with bringing us out here. I never even heard of this place before and fighting corruption, I am corruption, not my thing, I would have chosen a vacation world with a better nightlife."

One might notice that this was a vacation world and it probably did have a nightlife but not one that impressed demons very much apparently. It was all too 'family friendly'. Probably even had 'Not-So-Scary Halloween Parties'.

"But, mind you... who says that all the time, mind you? It is an idea! If we can't stop the End Times seems like it's better to leave than to get swept away in it. I was thinking about it. Leaving. Just you and me and a whole galaxy of worlds. We could just run away together."

[serpentinthegarden]

"There see, all mind games."

The demon leaving out crucial details like that proved it for him!

"Guy's just lucky he ran into you instead of the real Satan... He might be amused by an impostor but if he wasn't, OH if he wasn't! You do not want to get on his bad side!"

//not here - demon bro fist of solidarity

[serpentinthegarden]

ii • sorry about the paint job.

[serpentinthegarden]

The sound of a large explosion rattled the glass in the buildings he past by and he was fairly certain he had heard something shatter. Like some one had dropped a wine glass. He thought of just hurrying on his way. Anything that could cause explosions like that he wasn't really sure he wanted to mess with, not after that whole mess he had been in with a giant monster werewolf... long story.

Curiosity won out. Crowley slipped over to the corner and peered around it to see the girl, her still smoking weapon, and the destroyed wall. One thing seemed certain to him.

"Should have aimed for the castle, you could have done more damage that way."

[funnylittleclown]

You never had such fine service! While the Doctor in his scruffy outfit was given a few odd pitying looks as he, but for the way he spoke, didn't seem to be much of an executive type he looked more like some one down on his luck Rose was treated like a queen. Complimentary chips for her and her guest, large drinks, would you like to try the special Miss and plenty of napkins in case anyone got crazy with the condiments.

"You know they are good these chips. But well, you are the authority," playful smile, "How do you think they stack up?"

iv • did you know that i am a pioneer cannoneer?

[valkyriefoodie]

"This place is wonderful!"

A familiar voice cheerily called out as she flapped her wings and landed near the cannoneer. The reason she felt that way would become pretty obvious to anyone who looked her direction as she held two massive turkey legs that were very nearly the size of her head. Skuld bit happily from one before chewing, swallowing, and biting happily from the other.

"These are so good! You really have to try them!"

[blessedarethebookmakers]

He was surprised at the hand on his chest, and even more-so at the forehead on his shoulder. Crowley's breath slid over his neck, sending gooseflesh all over. It didn't help either that he could feel the warmth of the demon's hand through his clothes, making his heart jump. Hopefully neither was noticed. And certainly he was glad the demon couldn't feel the warm rush of tender emotion that filled him

It was an interesting moment. Even more interesting than the er...attempts at inspiration. Something that felt so much different and rested on the edge of one thing and another-- though he didn't look too closely at either of those things.

He waved aside the faint annoyance at having to be the responsible one and not get drunk because angel and demon and so on and so forth. He even forewent the clarification that he had meant, not that Crowley had taken them here; could he even? but that had tried to guilt him into staying.

He thought about the words. Run off together. Together always had a wonderful ring to it. And helping these people, he supposed in a way, he had to be committed. Not that that would stop him from going back when he could. Earth had to take priority. It just didn't make sense otherwise. But he wouldn't tell Crowley that he was going. No, it was much safer for the demon just to stay here. And who knew? Away from hell and all the... politics, perhaps he'd be able to find something different for himself. Something more.

"Here seems a good a place to start as any." He hesitated, then reached up and stroked the back of Crowley's neck, but lightly, not sure how the gesture would be received and not wanting to ruin this moment...whatever it was.

[serpentinthegarden]

It had been an attempt to guilt him and Crowley would have been absolutely unrepentant about it if in his intoxicated state he had picked up on what was meant instead of veering wildly sideways. Guilt him, ask him, apologize to him, whatever it took to prevent the angel from being a uselessly well-meaning but ultimately ineffectual idiot and getting himself caught up in that bloody stupid war. They had influenced the wrong child, been unable to find the right one, and now what... There was nothing left. The forces of Hell would find out he had screwed up, they would have come for him and it would only have been a matter of time before Heaven came for Azriaphale too. Here they might well have been out of reach. Safe. Both of them. Shame about the Earth but there was nothing else they could do.

The hand touched his neck and his thoughts instantly shifted. He was being odd again. He tried to tell himself it was only the wine but he knew there was more to it. The intoxication he felt came as much from the angel as the drink. It dawned on him slowly that his hand was on Azriaphale's chest and... he opened his eyes only to see the gentle curve of Azriaphale's throat. This was... he should really move away shouldn't he? That was what the hand was about to do wasn't it? Give him a friendly nudge right before the words were spoken, something like, 'Hadn't you better lie down?' Kind but dismissive.

Only that wasn't what happened at all. He agreed. Actually agreed! Good a place to start as any! And the hand moved not to push him aside but to stroke his neck, sending all those little short hairs back there into a tango. His breath escaped in a contented sigh that sounded very nearly like a hiss, the closest a snake could manage to a cat-like purr, but his mind still stumbled over the concept that it could have been as easy as that.

"Wha... what?"

Must have misheard!

"Did you just agree with me?"

[blessedarethebookmakers]

"Mm...I rather believe I did." And, since Crowley seemed to enjoy the touch, he continued, more sure this time, stroking through his hair too. It was incredibly soft and he wasn't sure which he preferred more, the gentleness of his hair or the smooth warmth of his neck. The hissing sigh was well worth it though and he wondered what other sounds he could pull from the serpent.

"You might have the right idea. After all... I do sometimes get tired of always having to do the right thing." The truth was always easier than a lie, and the might had a weight to it without explicitly agreeing. There was nothing to be caught up in here.

"And it could be fun." He let his fingers drift over Crowley's temple, gently smoothing the hair back from it, tracing his ear, lingering over the snake curling there.

[cannoneering]

Canon glanced over her shoulder at the sound of a stranger's voice. Was she concerned about stranger danger? No, as a young girl she perhaps should have been but not this girl! She smiled and giggled at the man, hoisting her enormous cannon up as though it were nothing while turning to properly face him.

"Mm~ Maybe so, but, I just wanted to see whether or not I could hit that small of a target on my first try!" She'd nailed it. Canon saw an opportunity to ask whether or not this person might be able to tell her where she was and tilted her head slightly toward him. "Where is this place anyway? It hardly looks like any place that I have seen before..."

[cannoneering]

The familiar voice was extremely welcome and turning on her heels, Canon beamed at Skuld! She lit up and felt a soft laugh leave her lips at the sight of the food in her hands. It was very like her to immediately take to the food in a new place, although Canon had to admit that a person could learn a lot from the sort of food persons ate...

"Skuld!" It was exciting to see her and lugging her cannon along, she closed the distance between herself and the valkyrie. "What a great reunion! What sort of meat is that? Is it tough? Where did you get two?"

But after a moment she had to add: "Hey! Where is Hel? I thought you two were always together since I rarely run into either one of you individually..."

[serpentinthegarden]

This was dizzying. Azriaphale agreeing with him, giving him hope that there might just be enough wickedness in the angel to allow this. The worst part was that Crowley totally believed him. Everything the angel said about starting over here and having the right idea for once wasn't questioned for more than length of beats between the angel's swift heart. Logic could eventually win even an angel over, there was nothing to say it couldn't, and he could get tired of doing the right thing. Why not? Sometimes he grew tired of doing the wrong thing!

Happily oblivious to the very thin line Azriaphale tread between truth and lie oftentimes called the 'sin of omission' Crowley allowed himself to relax. Dropping some of the guarded nature the wine hadn't already done away with to close his eyes and allow Azriaphale to comfort away his concerns.

"I thought I would have to work on you longer before you would agree."

Really this was the only brief suspicion he held.

"Glad I was wrong."

His hand slid just slightly under the lapel of Azriaphale's jacket, but no further as this seemed a rare moment even to a demon. One to be savored and not ruined with a sudden rush of feeling. Cuddling, humans called it. He couldn't say he had ever had a good cuddle before. He rather liked it.

"Annnd... we don't have to stay here forever. We could move, find some place by the lagoon or..." Were there other places in the park? "Some where inland." Had to be. "You'll see, it'll work out."