Sorcerers of the Magic Kingdom

Bold claim.

[ Crowley looked fairly unimpressed with the threat himself but then hellfire wasn't actually something most people could call up. He was curious, not concerned. ]

What's eating you?

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I'm talented. Give me a bit to my powers back and I'll back it up.

[Beetlejuice huffed, still working on the stain.]

I'm under some kind of shitty cleanliness compulsion. Not possession, not a full on curse, just a stupid compulsion and I am already sick of it. I smell like disinfectant.

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[ Sympathy not being his strongest attribute Crowley laughed. So... uh, thanks? Because it had been a rough couple of days for him and it was a delight to be able to laugh at some one else's misfortune. ]

A cleanliness compulsion! HA! Who did you piss off!? I've been here from that start of all this and I've never heard of anyone, ever, being curse to clean!

[ Sudden evil idea lightbulb... ]

Does it make you want to clean everything? Like if you walked into a dirty room would you feel the need to dust it?

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[Lydia's eyes go wide. wow. she didn't think she'd ever see this. somewhere, Hades' hair must be turning into icicles, she thinks: not knowing who was responsible, of course]

I mean ... it wasn't me?

[she's trying not to look too amused]

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[Beetlejuice idly flipped him off before answering.]

I dunno, probably about three quarters of the people I've spoken with here. [Conservative estimate.] We Netherworld Demons are not known for our people skills.

Nope, don't care about stuff being out of order. [Or it didn't seem to bother him, and if it did turn out to bug him he certainly wasn't going to give people ammunition to use against him.]

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[He glanced up, a little of the red seeping from his hair when he saw who it was.]

I know, kid. You're more direct, and not a coward.

[He saw that smile and huffed, but, more out of self-pity than irritation.]

Any ideas on who enjoys doing this sorta thing? Maybe that book guy.....?

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Whatever, just don't get any ideas about lighting the world on fire or...

[ Crowley sniffed and looked very much down his nose at the demon rubbing at a stain. ]

... unnecessarily cleaning things. This is my turf and I don't need another demon coming in here and mopping anything.

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Why would I set the world on fire? I want revenge on a specific person, that would be overkill.

[A pause as he set his jacket down.]

Your..."turf"? Seriously?

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"Book guy"? -- Oh! Aziraphale. No, he'd never do something like this. He's ... even more direct than I am.

[she tilted her head, thinking. not many Apprentices would curse someone, especially not anyone new. Crowley, maybe, but only if B.J. had really managed to get under his skin. he hadn't even gone that far with Mal when she stole from the candy shop, so...]

I'm almost afraid to ask, but ... did you make anyone in particular really mad at the party? Or before that?

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Define really mad? [He wiggled his hand back and forth a little.]

Hot roomie and I got off on the wrong foot, but, I think we're okay now. Uh....Municipal Gas Satan said he hated my guts, but, I get that a lot.

Book guy didn't like me much, but, I'll take your word on him. I though it might be him since he magically air-freshenered me, and I hid in his shop all night to scare the crap outta him when he came back in the morning.

[Some of the red dissipated, replaced with green at that announcement. He was pretty proud of that jump-scare.]

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[she clapped a hand over her mouth so it would look like she was scandalized by him scaring Aziraphale. laughing would be all the enouragement he'd need. but picturing the look on the angel's face was -- well -- right. get it together, Deetz. you're a princess.]

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[but -]

Municipal Gas Satan. ... Are you talking about Hades?

[now there was a candidate if she'd ever heard one]

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The whole Hell as a picnic on the boardwalk thing... That going to be a picnic for one?

[ Crowley shrugged. ]

Just letting you know how it is around here. Think of it like a mob movie.

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Yeah. Haven't you ever had to have a picnic utterly and totally alone?

[Why-wouldn't-this-stupid-stain-come-out?! What even was that one?]

Alright, Don Sunglasses, try to relax. I'm not here to take over your "turf".

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[Oh, he saw that! He grinned and decided to see if he could get her to crack.]

You know that noise a stuffed squeaky poodle makes when you squeeze it? The ones that have the eyes and tongues bulge out? The squeal and face he made was just like that. Only way funnier. Totally worth it.

[And he nodded at her question.]

Yeah, that's the guy.

Edited Date: 2020-01-13 12:01 pm (UTC)

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az_shrimp_horny

[WTF...]

You know they can treat that shit with medication these days, right?

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rathersophistical

[He had better be otherwise clothed. Mary knocks on the door.]

Are you quite alright?

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woo_oo

Oh no!

[... she only said it because he seemed upset.]

... What are we oh-no-ing about?

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[ Had he? Crowley thought that over but really anytime he had not wanted to eat alone there had always been a certain angel around to share with. ]

No. Maybe people just don't like you.

[ Which was also why he was being Don Sunglasses, a nickname he found he quite liked. He did have an angel to protect from the demonic hordes. ]

Just stay out of my way and I will stay out of yours. Typical demonic agreement.

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I’m a delight. I was just forcibly invisible for a few centuries.

[Irritated hand wave.]

Whatevs.

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Ah. Never issued with a body... You get used to that or learn to eat with other demons, I suppose. I've never had to worry about that. Been on Earth causing trouble from the beginning.

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I’ve been in the world of the living. Just banished and cursed.

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Then you must really have been disliked!

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Yeah, by my mom.

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