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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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"I can see a lot of things most normal people don't see," she shrugged. "But I think it might have less to do with that and more to do with this place. Or maybe a little of both..."

She crossed the street a little more and just stood there in the middle of the flagstones, looking up at him, the brim of her large hat keeping the sun from her eyes.

"I'm Lydia."

"What?"

Crowley scrunched up his nose like there was a terrible smell but really it was just his confused face.

"Are you psychic?"

He took a bite from the stolen bagel, being far too hungry to do anything less.

"Anthony J. Crowley."

A beat, where his mind seemed to wander to something else.

"It's not what I expected, the End of the World. I thought there would be more fire and brimstone, fewer... sweet shoppes and well-trimmed hedges."

"Cool name." She said it offhandedly, but with sincerity, answering his question as he chewed. "As for why I can see stuff ... no one ever really figured it out where I'm from. All I know is that the Handbook For the Recently Deceased said the living tend to ignore the strange and unusual, but ... since I'm pretty much both of those things already, I could see my friends who died in a car crash."

Then he said that thing about the end of the world, and she started looking for a way to get up to him: a fire escape, maybe. This had all the makings of a really good conversation.

"The apocalypse? For real? Well ... I don't know, maybe it's all in the perspective. If everything turns out to be perfect, who knows? Could be hell."

"Cool name..."

The words were said a touch mockingly, after all he wasn't in the best of moods at the moment.

"Of course it's a cool name, I picked it out myself."

Over the course of a few hundred centuries. Hey, it took time to settle on a really nice, really human-sounding name.
There wasn't a fire-escape on the front facade of the building but there would have been one round the back in the alley. What was there was a discarded ladder left in the grass by some less that fastidious painter, who after having whitewashed the trim had left it there while he wandered off for lunch. The paint was still wet so mind how you go.

"You can see ghosts? That explains it. You must be attuned to a higher plane, able to see things others can't... Maybe you are a witch."

He shrugged not overly bothered by the idea or the girl trying to find a way up to him, he just tucked back into his bagel, what the girl said however was something else.

"That's exactly what I tried to explain to him! All this... eternal sunshine, cotton candy, and perfect little houses is going to get boring."

Crowley looked skyward expecting the heavenly music to start at any moment or a flaming sword to drop down on his head.

"What I don't understand is why I am here."

"Not everyone gets to pick out their own name," she offered, but let him rant. He seemed a bit like Delia ... she figured all she had to do was let him go on until he ran out of steam. As he talked, she found the ladder and began to pick her way up, careful not to get any wet, white paint on her clothes. When Crowley called her a witch, she grinned at the thought.

"Maybe I am a witch now. I mean ... they gave me a wand and told me to use magic. It'd make sense. Before that I was just a student. With a camera."

She climbed up onto the apex of the roof, utterly fearless in that regard, and moved over to sit next to him. Reaching into her bag, she pulled out two bottles of soda she'd bought and offered him one.

"You're probably here for the same reason I am. Those two guys, Merlin and Hades. Talk about mixing your mythologies, right?"

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Crowley finished off the bagel and glared daggers at the offered soda. Really wine would have been better, copious amounts of it! But... he took the soda. It's top popped with that satisfying hiss and that first tingling sip caused him to forgive the girl for being an obvious minor with only sodas in her bag.

"The mythical Lord of the Underworld and some bumbling no-magic wizard from King Arthur's time? You are going to have to explain that."

The obvious minor knew more than Crowley seemed to, but even from behind his sunglasses, she could feel his shade. Typical of adults, really. Still, she dangled her legs over the edge, kicking her heels against the bright Victorian trim as she thought it over.

"I opened the door to my attic and stepped into a different room. Over there." She pointed to the apartments. "And when I went looking around, the person behind the counter at the store..." She took out her own soda and cracked it open for emphasis, "helped me exchange my money and said that Merlin and Hades are bringing people here to help fight something called The Corruption. I'm pretty sure it doesn't have to do with politics, since I can't vote for a couple more years."

She took a sip, enjoying the view and admiring his wings. "What about you, how did you get here? Were you flying when it happened?"

Shade was typical of adults maybe, but it was even more typical of demons. Oh as a general rule he had nothing against kids, even sort of liked them, but he really wasn't in the sunniest of moods.

"Flying, nah... I don't fly much. I was in my car, driving back to London. We were trying to prevent Armageddon."

He scowled.

"Must have cocked that up too, to end up here. Can't remember how, other than we couldn't find the Antichrist... There wasn't a light, a tunnel, or a pillar of flame I was just here and my friend was't."

A long sad drink was taken from the soda even as he wished once again it were something stronger. Suddenly he looked up and over to Lydia.

"Some old guy in a stupid blue hat?"

"That's Merlin, yeah." She nodded, feeling badly for him. It sounded like he'd been in the middle of a real mess... one which intrigued the heck out of her, considering how many times she'd seen The Omen. "I'm sorry he had such awful timing with you. ... The Antichrist, though, seriously? Wow. You must be from the future."

"That guy," his nose crinkled in disapproval, "Kept going on and on about corruption or something. I told him I didn't have the time to bother with corrupting him and he still practically chased me outside."

Crowley didn't seem to realize that by ignoring the weird older man that he had cheated himself out of a great deal of world knowledge.

"I don't know that it was the future, it was the present to me. What year do you think it is?"

"He meant we're supposed to help get rid of the corruption," she said with a slight, amused roll of her eyes. "There are monsters who've wrecked this whole world and they need people with imagination to help fight them. At least, that's what I remember of it. Percy was freaking out about everything and I had to try and calm him down." It was, after all, difficult to concentrate on anything with a panicky cat - one she'd left behind in her room when she decided to go for provisions.

"That makes perfect sense." She nodded, appreciating his logic. "October, 1988."

"Get rid of it?"

Crowley recoiled like she had just said the most bizarre thing ever.

"I'm not supposed to get rid of it, I'm supposed to be spreading it! Corruption, crime... all the good 'c' words. Awh... It must be a mistake. You don't bring a demon in to help you stop corruption."

He took a long sip from the soda.

"Or for their imagination. Demons don't have imagination! Humans have imagination! Your lot are always coming up with these wonderful ideas; cars, television,"

Picking up something she had said earlier.

"Cameras. What has a demon ever invented? Nothing."

Now this was not entirely true but he didn't realize that having been so long around humans one could develop an imagination or that all those miracles he had performed over the centuries for Azriaphale might have given him the potential to fight corruption as well. It just all seemed like a colossal mistake at the moment!

"Did you say October, '88?" A slow nod, "Then I must be from the future."

He spoke the word almost as an after thought because it wasn't too far in the future, only 30 years or so...

"Sorry..."

"A demon from the future?" Lydia's eyes widened in a perfect mix of horror and glee. "Wow. Are you the kind of demon that makes pacts with people, like - oh, what was his name - Mephistopheles? Or do you just curse people and possess them, and stuff? Or ... wait, no." She calmed herself down and took a better, more critical look at him.

It was the suit and the sunglasses. They made him look vaguely like the men her father had worked with, in New York. The sort of men who smiled and shook your hand, who Did Lunch and spent so much time wining and dining the pants off of you that you were too busy having a good time to notice what they'd snuck into the fine print of whatever you were doing business about. She tilted her head, gave him a tiny, knowing smile, and spoke slowly, as she were testing each word out as she spoke it.

"You're the kind of demon that makes people get themselves into trouble... aren't you?"

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"Makes them!"

She was spot on but for one minor stumbling block which Crowley reacted to like it were a major one.

"I don't make you lot do anything! I offer choices and you decide what to do with them. Free will and all that... Actually some of the things you humans have come up with have been far more diabolical than anything I have."

Said in a 'credit where credit is due' sort of way.

One thing came to her mind immediately: Otho. Otho and the Handbook. How Adam and Barbara had looked as they rose from the table. She was pretty sure no demon had had a single thing to do with that, and it had been 100% the guru's doing. She took a swig of her soda and frowned apologetically at him.

"You're right, we do some really awful stuff to each other. I mean, pranks are one thing. I should tell you about the dinner party. But ... a lot of people just really suck. I'm sorry if I offended you, Crowley."

He winced at the apology. In some ways those were worse for demons but humans used them all the time and he had, on occasion, said the words himself. Even meant them a few times. She was given a light.

"Shut up."

Which meant in demon, apology accepted though you didn't have to give one in the first place.

"You aren't scared?" He turned, looked at her, and made a curious face. "You've been sitting here talking to a demon for about twenty minutes now and you haven't thought to run away? Or ask for anything? It's usually one or the other when you lot find out who I am..."

He waved a hand indicating her style.

"Is that part of the whole Goth thing you have going on? Seek out the occult and share sodas with it?"

"Why should I be scared? You haven't threatened to burn me or anything. And I know better than to ask for anything, it always comes with a catch." She shrugged a little. "I don't really seek it out, it just always sort of ends up being around somewhere. My dad decided he needed to move to the country to relax, and the house he bought was haunted. I was the only one who could see them."

He shrugged, not saying out loud that he couldn't anyway. Even if he still had his demonic powers causing a human to spontaneously burst into flame wasn't any fun at all. Some other demons enjoyed things like that, he personally found it too much. So he just didn't say anything about that at all, she wasn't scared, ok, moving on!

"Your dad bought a haunted house?"

This was said with a wry smirk, as the topic of her house was much more interesting anyway!

"Most humans prefer to avoid those when they can." Still smirking, "Found it as relaxing as he had hoped it would be?"

"Well, he didn't know it was haunted. He just knew the people who owned it before him died." She grinned. How dense her father could be sometimes was a topic that raised equal amounts of frustration and fondness. "It's a really neat house, too. Adam and Barbara restored a whole bunch of it themselves, they were nice people. They still are, they're just really nice dead people now. ... But no, Dad's a realtor, he bought it because it had great equity. I think it still does. I don't know how ghosts affect equity. I don't really care, for that matter."

"Ah," He smirked and leaned back as if this showed how very clever he was, "your father bought himself some where to retire to in the afterlife."

He shrugged though and finished off the last of his drink.

"I don't think it's going to have too much equity though, long term. He should... probably sell it before 2019. End of the world," Nose scrunch, "It's going to play hell with the housing market."

"2019? Really, that's it?!" She nearly snorted her soda. "That's only another thirty years. I'll be - well, his age."

Forget being faced with her own mortality. That, she could deal with any day. Being as old as her father was another story entirely.

"oh yeah... I forget that about you humans."

He had an empty bottle. This made for a fun little game, tossing it from the roof towards the dust bin to see if he could get a 'basket'. He could not. The bottle hit the ground and shattered into pieces.

"You all age so quickly. Guess it won't matter much to you then."

"What? No, of course it matters, it's ... it's the world. It's just kind of a lot to take i--"

She stops short as the bottle shatters, and whips her head over to stare at him. "Hey! I know you're a demon, but really, someone could get seriously hurt from that!"

"No one's going to get hurt!"

Had he still his demonic powers he could have been more sure of that but he did still have reasons to think that was true.

"The park's closed, the street sweeper will be by here any time now. It's all mechanical."

Now had the park still been open and the street below filled with kids, he probably wouldn't have tried for that 3-pointer basket. Wouldn't have been any fun if some kid had gotten cut on the glass.

She squinted at him, trying to figure out how much of that statement was bull. He didn't seem half as much of an asshole as certain beings named after constellations and/or gross drinks, so she just made a low sound of doubt at the back of her throat.

"Okay, but the next time I give you anything it's gonna be in something unbreakable."

Smirk.

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LOL Lydia! Love that's her concern

In her own words, she's "a child, for God's sake" XD

Fair point!

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