Team Anti-Flash Bastard

[A Good Omens RP/askblog for the Across The Universes multifandom roleplay group. Only accepting RPs from group members, but asks and anons are open to anyone! FC: David Tennant. Sorry not sorry.] Hastur, Duke of Hell and Fallen Angel. Millennia old, give or take a few. Likes: causing chaos, tempting mortals to commit soul-tarnishing acts, the personal touch, arson, murder and jaywalking. Dislikes: angels, smart alecks, optimism, electronics and one Anthony J. Crowley, demon.

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There had been a stench of angels in the vicinity for a while, but Hastur had chalked that up to the abandoned church nearby. Even though its insides no longer sussurrated with the sounds of worship, the Host would still occasionally gather to pay respects of their own.

This was different, though. It didn't feel like the usual vague something-holy-was-here-at-one-point that usually hung around such places; this one was new and bright and fresh-- unfamiliar, at least as far as he could think.

Hastur didn't like things that he wasn't familiar with. And he especially didn't like angels. 

Suspiciously, he lit another smoke and let himself settle into the shadows. Waiting.

[archivedbye]

Doodle of Hastur and Ligur in my notes uwu;;

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An Unexpected Reunion | Hastur and Crowley

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Crowley didn’t have time to think or react; one moment he was slouched in his chair, the next his face was inches away from a very angry and powerful demon’s; it took him a moment to realize that the world was no longer being filtered by polarized lenses.

Before he could do anything about it, he was promptly shoved back with an “Oof!” as the wind was knocked out of him. The world was tipping as the chair threatened to topple over (with him in it), and with a desperate thought he froze it before it could complete the motion, returning it to all fours. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest; a furious duke of hell was definitely not something he’d intended on encountering today, though he had certainly pushed the right buttons.

He winced at Hastur’s words, wishing he could be a little more subtle and calm-and-collected about the whole thing. His shouting was drawing attention to them. Crowley sank back in his chair, trying to make himself appear as small as possible. He felt slightly guilty, but what did Hastur expect him to do about it? It wasn’t his fault he’d been assigned a job on Earth and the bloody duke was stuck down below.

“Well you must’ve done something to deserve being put into solitary confinement--” oops, he hadn’t meant to say that out loud. “I mean, er…” Crowley had never been good at covering up mistakes. “I, ah, just realized, I’ve got to be somewhere in a few minutes; time flies, and all that. Yeah. Well.” He stood rather hastily, his chair scraping the sidewalk with an unpleasant gravelly sound, and stooped down to pick up his shades. “Lovely chat, should do it again sometime,” or not--, “Ciao.” Without a second glance, he turned his back and began walking brusquely down the sidewalk in the direction of his car. He didn’t have the advantage of having long legs that Hastur had, but he could only hope that the leggy bastard was too furious to follow him.

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"You're not going anywhere, you little shit," growled Hastur, striding after him. It took approximately three steps for him to catch up with the shorter demon; he loped along in perfect time with Crowley's hasty steps, looming menacingly beside him. "You and I are gonna have a talk. You owe me, Crawly, and I'm sure as Heaven gonna collect, because I been waiting for years for this. Have you ever been down in the dungeons of the Second Circle? As a prisoner? Have you?"

[david-tennants-little-fangirl]

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Drury Lane, London c. 1876 (via)

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If I said you have a beautiful body, would you hold it against me? If I swore you were an angel, would you treat me like the devil tonight?

If you swore I were an angel, I'd bash you one.

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[gothicprep]

that murder victim was totally asking for it, walking around with their vital organs all vulnerable

[laroden-deactivated20120922]

#that’s what they get for going out in public without a suit of armor

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ooc: Well, given current life schedules, I think we (read: Kaz or I) probably won't be able to start the multifandom plot for a week or so, but probably what'll happen is someone will send you an ask or start a para RP directed at you, so you'll know to jump in. Or if you have any ideas of your own to get things started, feel free to use those too!

ooc: Thanks! Since it's SHIELD's deal, I'll probably wait until they find me (since I'm fairly busy off-screen too), but if I come up with anything I'll definitely let you know.

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An Unexpected Reunion | Hastur and Crowley

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Crowley sank back into his chair with a slouch, a grimace twisting his mouth downwards. All pretense of friendliness and familiarity was gone, replaced by a defensive, hostile atmosphere. This was his territory, as far as he was concerned, and he didn’t appreciate the high-and-mighty duke showing up out of nowhere for reasons unexplained. In fact, his presence was somewhat alarming to Crowley; why was he here? 

Hastur’s questions were making him uncomfortable. He tried not to fidget in his chair. He tried to remain perfectly still and stone-faced. But that last statement about his organs and the plants made him swallow nervously. It was almost like an adult scolding a child, except on a much more menacingly extreme level. He straightened his posture at his cue to answer. “I haven’t the faintest idea, your eminence, ssso why don’t you go ahead and enlighten me.” He stated the address with utmost sarcasm, crossing his arms.

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Hastur lashed out, sending the sunglasses spinning off Crowley's nose and onto the pavement below the table as he grabbed Crowley's collar and pulled him in, almost close enough to kiss, then slammed him back into the chair, tipping it over on its back two feet.

An angry yell came from somewhere in their near vicinity, a warning for the two rowdies at the outside table to cut it out, but he paid no attention. The world had flashed an ugly red for him just then.

How dare he? How dare he make light of the situation when he admitted himself he had no idea what he was talking about? How dare Crowley--

"I've been in the dungeons, you little shit, that's why! I been in solitary confinement for ten of the past twenty years! All this time you were up here tootling around in your precious automobile I was down there below, slaving, starving -- do you know how long I went without even being allowed to take off the chains? Do you?"

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ooc: Here's a thought! Would you be willing to be on SHIELD's radar as a "possible visitor from other plane, aka alien, aka inter-dimensional being, aka Thor" type person? That way, when SHIELD starts reaching out to try to find ways of getting to other planes (that's our current thought for Marvel's part in this whole thing), they might reach out to you?

ooc: I think that sounds ideal! Just let me know what I have to do. I'm really excited for the crossfandom stuff.

[bloodintheledger]

[ooc]

One last out of character post before we get things going! Kaz and I have been discussing how we’d be able to start this shindig and make it all make sense, and so far we’ve been able to connect the Marvel and Supernatural fandoms pretty easily, but I’m running into trouble with regards to how to rope in everybody else (specifically, our Good Omens folks).

The idea we’re currently running with is the one Garth proposed a while back, where the Supernatural people are looking for Dean using any means necessary (those means, probably, are going to be connecting with the other fandoms).

Do any of you bright-minded folk have any ideas?

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((Sounds good! Although to be honest I've been kind of waiting for other people to approach me, since you all seem pretty involved in your own fandoms. >>))

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What is the airspeed velocity of an unladen swallow?

Zero, once I eats it. Who cares?

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How much wood would a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood?

Better ask the woodchuck, mate. Only thing I know about woodchucks is they stick in your teeth something dreadful.

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What in Heaven's name is the point of computers anyhow?

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by zelu

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