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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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From:

mal_contented

Mal might have watched the whole little theft drama playing out with amusement. It had actually been hilarious. Almost adorable, really. She smirked. When he headed out, she casually headed in, and helped herself to a coffee and a bagel that was actually covered in cream cheese and yes, strawberry preserves. She had the bagel in a bag and the coffee cup lidded, seeming to drop the munny it cost in the till on her way out, when the reality was that the main theft was right in that moment, when she paid with a five while palming two twenties. Those got slipped into the bagel bag as she acted as though she was trying to juggle the bag and coffee while getting the door. Easier than taking candy from a baby in Auradon.

When she came out she looked around before spotting him on the roof. Okay, that was almost impressive. She smirked up at him. "Mind giving a girl a hand up to see the view?" she called up to him. "Might even give you a few pointers while I'm up there."

Smug arrogance, thy name is Mal.

From:

serpentinthegarden

The demon glanced up from his stolen bagel but didn't bother to do more than that. Give her a hand up? What did she think he was an elevator?

"If you are so clever you can find your own way up."

From:

mal_contented

"Oh of course I could, but then you wouldn't have your curiosity sated, now would you?" she asked with a bit of a smirk. "Because what could little old me possibly have to say that is of interest to you?" She sipped her coffee as she watched him, clearly amused.

From:

serpentinthegarden

"Yeeeaaa, curiosity."

Crowley returned to his bagel, curious about that and really little else.

"What exactly am I meant to be curious about?"

From:

mal_contented

"The girl who isn't afraid, or maybe the fact while that you swiped a dry bagel. Where as I? Got a proper one, and a halfway decent coffee."

From:

serpentinthegarden

He frowned at the dry bagel but whatever, he was hungry, he ate it. There was something that held some curiosity! How does a demon, an immortal being, ever feel the need to eat? If she had said something like that he might have been curious but as the girl hadn't he simply ignored her until the rest of his meal was consumed.

"Nope, couldn't care less. Why don't you run along and go be terribly impressive to some one who would be curious about a random nobody?"

He had lost some one important recently and found himself in a dark mood and he felt like sharing it.

From:

mal_contented

"Well, at least we both agree that I'm terribly impressive, I suppose that's a start. But I'm not exactly a random Nobody, now am I?" she asked, smirking.

From:

serpentinthegarden

"To me you are. You are only a little girl who thinks stealing a bagel better than I did some how makes her superior. The original sin? That was me!"

Though hindsight he still some times wondered if that tempting Eve to take that apple hadn't been the right thing to do. There would never have been cinemas, or video games, or cars if Adam and Eve hadn't gained that knowledge. Still it did sound impressive on a resume. 'The Original Sin' gave him a great deal of street cred with other demons.

"Come back when you've done something truly evil."

From:

mal_contented

She was already to smirk and put him in his place over that original sin boast, but at his last line... Her eyes flash as fury filled her face. If she had her magic she would zap him so hard he wouldn't know up from down and he'd smell burnt feathers for a week.

She pushed her lips together hard and fought the anger to a level where she could use it. "Last I checked I don't actually owe you anything, and you are very much NOT my mother." Her father, she'd never known, but somehow she doubted he was it. "If I am going to impress anyone with my evil, it would be her, not some two bit like you, boasting about evil deeds you could never prove. But I'll give you this., that lie wasn't half good."

She didn't really know that her eyes would have been flashing bright livid green in Auradon any more than she knew that it wasn't happening here. She just knew that she really, really had the urge to knock his stupid glasses and stupider expression off his stupid face.

From:

serpentinthegarden

There were certain indications in life that proceeded a victory. Some one shouting bingo in a crowded hall, the frantic jingle of the slot machine going mad and spitting coins at you... and a spoiled brat shouting that you weren't their mother. Music to a distressed demon's ears!

He did smirk. The boldest and biggest smirk that ever was smirked. Crowley had found the chink in her armor, just like that he knew she had mother issues. It wasn't a stretch, many girls about her age did, made it easier to tempt them into running out late at night and posting terrible things to blogs. Not that he had anything like that in mind for this girl. He was just trying to make her mad.

Mission accomplished.

"So run along and you won't have to listen to anymore of my lies. Maybe you can impress your mother by stealing a few lollies from the sweet shoppe on your way past."

From:

mal_contented

She could let herself get even angrier. Or she could use it. She could beat the snot out of someone later. For now, she laughed. There was heat and anger in that laugh still, but she laughed. "Could it actually be you're the one person in the world that doesn't know? Even on the Isle they all saw it. My mother, the most evil fairy to ever live, the Mistress Of ****, the Queen of All Evil, standing there at the coronation. Her famed Dragon Eye scepter in one hand. The Fairy Godmother's wand, the most potent magical tool in good's arsonal, in the other. Every last person from Auradon frozen mid moment by her magic. And me, in her way. End of the day? I destroyed my mother's staff, and it's predecessor, the Dragon's Egg. I claimed the magic wand, and you can bet your bippity boppity that of her and I? I was the one still standing on my own two feet after our fight. I don't need to impress mother anymore, I defeated her. Do you really want to be next?" She set down the coffee and bag on a bench and spread her arms.

"No magic wand. No book of spells. No allies. But that's not going to last, so of you really think you are bad enough to take me down... come try it."

From:

serpentinthegarden

He could feel that malevolent energy coming off her in waves now and it should have given him some sort of comfort, an evil job well-done... All she needed was another push. Just a little one would send her right over the edge. Maybe he could get her to destroy the pavilion or a few dozen houses. Instead he deflated like a balloon as it gave him no comfort at all! What was any of this for, evil without good... what was the point? Azriaphale?

"Nah..."

Crowley sulked darkly and looked away from the girl's tantrum.

"I've gone off the idea."

From:

mal_contented

She shook her head. "Just like everyone else on the Isle then, all talk, no action. Like to think you're worse than you are. Then again, you're an adult, maybe once upon a time you were. Just without your magic you're like the rest of them. A sad old man clinging to past glories. Well the past is passed, and I? I'm the future."

From:

serpentinthegarden

"Oh, shut up! Do you go on like this all the time? No wonder you've been standing here bothering me for the past twenty minutes, probably no one else would talk to you!"

He stood to unfurl his wings. Some formerly divine beings had real problems on their mind. His was, what to do now? It wasn't really a choice. He would be off to find Azriaphale, where ever he was, even if that did mean facing the END OF DAYS. So ominous sounding... but if he wasn't here on this world then the angel had to be on that one.

As long as it still existed.

Now... how to get back there... The plan had a few flaws.

From:

mal_contented

She laughed and shook her head, gathering up her things. "When I first saw you, I thought we might have been of some use to each other. But I see my mistake now." Her lips twitched in amusement and she turned on her heels. "If you're hungry later, I hear they don't empty the trash cans till six," she said, and started to walk off.

From:

serpentinthegarden

"The only use you could be to me is if you've seen an angel wandering around."

Really he didn't care about anything else.

From:

mal_contented

She stopped and turned back, eyebrows raised. Then she remembered she was still,. at the moment, blond. And lacking the spellbook to fix it. Even in leather she looked a little too Auradon.

"And how exactly would I know one if I had seen one?"

Maybe she could still make use of him after all.

From:

serpentinthegarden

He extended his wings, large and black, just to point at them.

"If you see a man with a pair of these only in white, that will be an angel."

No way that angel would have any more luck concealing his divine nature than Crowley had.

From:

mal_contented

"Auradon to your Isle, huh?" she asked, raising her brows. "Well, we'll find him more easily working together."

Wait, why was she offering to help? Ugh.

From:

serpentinthegarden

"Auradon? Is that what this place is called?"

Crowley dropped from the roof, flapping at the last minute to give himself a softer landing on the ground. Pulling a bit of a face as he shook his head.

"Oh, you wouldn't want to know what Isle I'm from."

As it was less of an island and more a sulfur pit in Hell.

It was odd to go from a quarrel to a 'We'll find him more easily working together'. That sounded more like something Azriaphale would have said and very unlike their earlier antagonistic conversation. She had surprised him.

"Yeah."

Crowley surprised himself by agreeing.

"He should stand out if he is here. Huge wings, all white, stand out like anything in a crowd."

From:

mal_contented

She rolled her eyes. "No, this isn't Auradon or my magic would work. And it isn't the Isle. Too clean and no one's run in fear from me yet or challenged me for turf. This is somewhere... else. Somewhere irritating. It was an analogy." She started walking once he had landed beside him. "Auradon is all clean and neat and pretty princesses and princes. The Isle is where all the villains were banished. Everything we get is trash that Auradon no longer wants. If nothing else you can tell where you are by the coffee. This place is definitely closer to Auradon."

She sipped her coffee. "White wings. Got it."

From:

serpentinthegarden

"Yeah.... sounds familiar."

Crowley sniffed as he briefly walked along beside the girl, his hand in his pockets. Heaven and Hell were the same way. Heaven got the best of everything and Hell got the leftovers and whomever they could tempt over to their side. Musicians usually, but that had actually become a bonus of being on his side. Gotta love a good musician.

"Auradon sounds like a real drag. But if this place is like it why did you decide to come here?"

From:

mal_contented

She gave a rude snort. "Must have messed up the bridge spell. Was trying to go back h..." she choked on the word a moment. "Back to the Isle. Where I belong. Not exactly the perfect princess type. One minute, i'm riding towards the cliff on my scooter, Spell book in my bag, mom in a box in my back pocket, next thing I know I'm here. No scooter, no bag, no book, nothing."

From:

serpentinthegarden

"MMmm, must be loving this place then... with all the perfect flower gardens, perfect little houses, perfect... everything."

A tone of disgust threaded its way through every 'perfect' that was uttered illustrating how much he was loving it himself.

"Ever think about making it less perfect?"

From:

mal_contented

"Ugh," she said as he talked about the perfect everything. "Give me back my spray paint and i'll show you what perfect really looks like." She smirked. "Haven't let loose in a while."