smk_ooc | 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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"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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