And you expected honesty?

Hello, darling. It seems you're lost. Or perhaps you've been naughty and called something way out of your league. The name's Crowley and I'm more than I appear. Status: Single M!A: None ((Indie rp blog for Crowley, with the Fallen Angel theory. Please read the Rules and about! NSFW is likely to happen. Side bar made by the very amazing, talented Gigi ))

[iliedidothat]

Going on an indefinite hiatus. Busy with applying for financial aid, getting ready for college, my novel, and doing my accelerated alternative education. If all goes well, I should be graduate from high school in less than a month!

[iliedidothat]

//So I've been gone a week. A lot of inspiration for my novel, so that's kept me preoccupied. I'm sorry to everyone I owe replies to! My publisher has been nagging for more chapters and he's finally getting them. Anyway! I should be back to regular roleplaying soon!

[iliedidothat]

//So I am alive! Just been very busy! Appointments with the school, shopping trips with mom, and getting distracted by Star Wars: The Old Republic.

And now I have the first season of Star Trek TOS, the boxset. Borrowing it, but it may distract me as well. But I'm here and missed you guys!

[iliedidothat]

//Wanted to let you all know I won't be on until tomorrow. Stupid Comcast screwed up my payment. Again. Posting from some leeched wifi on my phone. I'll miss all you darlings!

[fallenseraphiel]

       ”I am aware. As I am no simple angel.” She seemed to be one of the few remaining seraphs; so she was certainly no simple angel. But that was valuable information, that she did not plan on sharing, at least not now anyway. “I do believe I have been polite. I could have slaughtered my path here, but instead I practically knocked on your door. Well, the Winchesters are not angels, and they are certainly not me.”

[iliedidothat]

"That really would have been a bad idea. I wouldn't be nearly as pleasant as I am now." Much as he denied it, the Winchesters were good hunters and good at what they did, "I'm going to be perfectly frank here, darling. In a match between you and the Winchesters, I'd put my money on them. It's a proven phenomenon. The bloody brothers always win. But that is beside my current point." He'd gotten off topic. With a dramatic wave of his hand, he brought himself back, "Though I'll say again, I have on information for you. Metatron is nothing if not smart. Smart enough to evade me."

"Fond as I am of sassy blondes, you're really beginning to bore me."

[fallenseraphiel]

       ”I’m looking for someone.” She relaxed slightly; if Crowley had plans for her, he would have already acted. Nevertheless, she remained alert. “It would surely be in your best interests to tell the truth. Information on Metatron. Do you have any?”

[iliedidothat]

"Watch your tone with me." He warned, "I'm not a simple demon you can try and push around. Angels, always so bloody demanding. You'd get what you want so much easier if you were simply polite." Crowley huffed and rolled his eyes at her, "If I had any information on the bastard, he'd be dead. The Winchesters would have taken care of that."

[fallenseraphiel]

       ”I am certainly not afraid of you, as must be the reason why so few ever seek you.” Seraphiel was a warrior; and even the way she stood—straight, with her shoulders back and head held high—indicated that. She was no fool, and she was ready to prove it if she had to.

[iliedidothat]

"So you say. I'm willing to take that then. That doesn't explain, however, why you have decided to bother me. Angels aren't exactly on my list of favorite people theses days." She was obviously a warrior, as all angels were meant to be. Her stance screamed of pride and ability, "You do have a reason, don't you?"

[iliedidothat]

Crowley. It's been some time since I saw you last. How are you?

"I have been well. Busy, but well. Though what can one expect from running Hell? Especially nowadays."

[iliedidothat]

fallenseraphiel

bleeding--stars

triednotto

souncivilised

"You're either very brave or very foolish. Few people seek me of their own accord. Care to enlighten me on which you are?" Crowley asked plainly, slightly amused by the visitation.  Though he was curious as to why he was being sought out.

[iliedidothat]

I HIT 200 

FKASGD-- 

So I want to do something for you two hundred lovelies but I'm not good at gif/icon making or graphics.

Any suggestions?

[spade-club-heart-diamond]

If we are RPing together

you do not have to:

get to my thread just because you’re working on other replies

avoid posting often just because we’re both online and it’s your turn

push yourself to write something just because you see me on

I understand:

that sometimes you only get muse for certain threads

you may not know what to reply with at the moment

some threads you have are in an exciting moment and you’d rather put your focus into those

RPing is for fun. Don’t force yourself to get stuff done. Your replies are worth the wait.

[lunaconrad-deactivated20131216]

TRUTH SERUM - MY MUSE HAS TO ANSWER ANY AND ALL QUESTION REGARDLESS OF WHAT IT IS.

[iliedidothat]

Please preface questions with “Truth”

[ghostwhispererlillian-deactivat]

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[ghostwhispererlillian-deactivat]

"No, I just like seeing how far demons are willing to go to prove themselves. I’ve gotten a few who just do the eye thing."

[iliedidothat]

"A classic, but also very boring. Though that would suggest you've met other demons. Which means I should amend my introduction." He sat in the chair and made himself comfortable, "I'm the King of Hell, a pleasure I'm sure."

[ghostwhispererlillian-deactivat]

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[ghostwhispererlillian-deactivat]

"Fine, I’ll watch my language. Now I can see ghosts and sh—-stuff, but why should I believe you’re a demon?"

[iliedidothat]

"For a medium, you're not very open-minded to the supernatural are you?" Crowley shook his head slightly. He snapped his fingers and he materialized a chair for himself, "There's one reason. Would you like another?"

[walkingtherighteouspath-blog]

Whit’s fur ye’ll no go by ye! (Translation: What's meant to happen will happen.)

[walkingtherighteouspath-blog]

- —Dean decided that he actually liked listening to the man talk, he didn’t have an accent like everyone else, and it was different, but it was perfect for storytelling and it gave whatever he was saying a sort of inspired feel, something a lot of storytellers didn’t have.

The fact that his name meant ‘The Blind God’, along with the fact that Samael started off his stories with a tale about Gods and human souls, was fascinating to the Lord and he tipped his head slightly, waving at a noisy drunk, quietening him so he could listened to him properly, taking a mouthful of his drink here and there as the male told his tale, a few of his men looking just as interested, and the few females that remained listened raptly as well.

By the time the man had finished, Dean was looking at Samael dubiously, an eyebrow arched. He didn’t see the point of the story, but it was an interesting one—he just didn’t believe in love or soul mates or anything similar, perhaps it was because he’d never experienced it, or perhaps it was because his mother had killed his father.

"Loch sool mates!" a woman said with a nod, liking his story.

It was then that the two clowns of his clan were standing up and one came up behind the other, pushing his arms under the others, poking his head over his shoulder. “Aye, Lok i’ve foond mah sool mucker, we arh a body agun! ne’er lae me, Agnus!”

"Ne’er, noe we can wield fower swords, insteid ay tew. we will be most powerful!" the other spoke up, his voice loud from the alcohol.

Dean didn’t find it amusing at first, it wasn’t until they tried to walk and do things like that, tripping on each others legs and ending up in a pile that he actually laughed, slapping his hand down on the table to express his amusement, the cups on it jostling a little from the impact of his strong hands on wood. “Ye idiots.”

Finally focusing his eyes back onto Samael again, Dean flashed him a smile before shaking his head. “Ah dunnae kinn if ah believe in sool mates ur e’en loove, Ah dornt troost easily,” he told the man with a frown, shrugging a broad shoulder. “Ye shaa spin anither, Samael, puhaps one o’ them nae sae pleasant ones. ‘at ur somethin’ funay, naethin’ abit loove, thocht th’ lasses will loch them, jist nae me.”

Secretly, every man thought about love, and Dean did too, sometimes he found himself wanting it to be real, and he found himself half hoping that the whole soul mate thing was real too, it would be nice to feel whole, he’d never felt close to it.

[iliedidothat]

Samael smiled at the woman and then his eyes flicked to the rowdy men, holding each other and making fun. Though he laughed nonetheless, the sound bright and clear but unused. They fell down, obviously drunker than they seemed, and Samael laughed harder, taking a gulp of his wine, "I can see he's your soul mate. Make merry and don't keep us up, darlings!" He teased back, beginning to become comfortable around the clan.

Dean began to speak, "Love is.... A concept I am not apt to believe in either. I simply remember the story from my travels and thought it was interesting." Love was a human concept, at least romantic love anyway. He knew the love of a brother, the love of a father. But the love of a partner? It was an idea too foreign to him, something that he could see but would never experience. He wasn't built for it.

"I think I can arrange something it a bit less pleasant." A frown settled on his lips, a haunted gleam in his eyes. He cleared and throat, "When the Earth was still new, there was a man. A Father and his sons. There were several, but the ones this settles on are Michael, Lucifer, and the brother who looked on in horror." In one drink, he drained his glass, needing the warm feeling in his belly to ward off the cold of the story.

"The Father created many things, but his sons were his pride and joy. Or so they had thought. He'd raised his boys to love only him to, to care only for him and their siblings." A grimace twisted his features, "Until the Father created a new line of children, who he told his eldest to serve and care for. Lucifer, second born and favorite of the Father, had doubt. That doubt poisoned him, twisted him. And when he went to the Father with his concerns, asking why they had to serve the lesser line, the Father was angry."

He paused, unable to continue for a moment. Flashes of angry faces and fear and blood danced across his eyes. Visions of war. Gathering all his courage, he began again, without a falter in his voice.

"And so the Father cast him out. Not himself, no. He made his oldest child, Michael, throw Lucifer down from their home above. He forced the eldest to strike down his favored brother in fire and shame." Anger shone in the blue hues, "And the middle brother watched in horror as the ones he loved broke. Fell and changed. He, too, doubted his Father and knew he could have been cast out next. So he left, a time after Lucifer was gone. And after that, the youngest of the Father's sons would leave as well. They say, he wanders the Earth to this day. Alone and still doubting."

[ghostwhispererlillian-deactivat]

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[ghostwhispererlillian-deactivat]

"Is that supposed to be comforting?" Lillian slowly sat up. "Who the fuck are you anyways?"

[iliedidothat]

"Hmm, no. Comforting people isn't one of my strong suits, like patience."

"Language, darling, language. The name's Crowley, I'm a demon."

[iliedidothat]

you understand crowley and write amazingly, like i cant even-- thank you for existing

Omf you are such a peach-- I have no words for how amazing you have just made me feel. I'm grinning and aaaaaah