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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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"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.

He didn't blink or even look away as she stared at him. Crowley did occasionally slip up in that way, reveal a glimmer of kindness or concern for the humans he tempted... he wasn't going to own up to it though!

"Or you could try it yourself? All it needs to sink it into the can is a little more height."

"Maybe you're right," she said, nodding a couple of times as she craned her neck out to consider the angle and the shot.

After draining the last of her own soda, she held it carefully by the base, as though she were about to toss it, then put it back in her bag.

"You just want me to do something bad, too, so I'll see how fun it is and forget that I got upset about what you did."

Crowley sat up a little straighter, to gain himself a better angle to watch the bottle fly towards the can, but deflated just as quickly to lounge back on the roof when Lydia shoved it into her purse instead.

"Well.. it is fun!"

He hissed the sigh of a disappointed demon, seemingly only realizing how childish that might have sounded after it had already been said.

"Oh, come on... like you always follow the rules. So long as it is fun then I don't see any reason to get upset about it."

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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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