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[ The magic mirror displayed a scene of total chaos. A horse’s cart was halfway up a tree, in flames, and the horse that was meant to be the engine for the thing was running around loose sending people scattering off the sidewalks as it thundered by. Crowley held the mirror and looked back at the scene before walking away. ]

That could have gone better. Probably goes without saying I’m not going to be a carriage driver...

[ A small pause while the cart exploded and someone in the background screamed. ]

Anyone heard of--

[ He was suddenly interrupted by a little angry man who shouted after the demon, something about a wrecked cart, but it was difficult to hear anything but Crowley’s replies. ]

Pay you? You ought to be paying me! Like it’s my fault the horse doesn’t like demons! You never once said the horse doesn’t like demons!

[ Crowley waved the man off with a less-than-polite gesture and crash landed grumpily onto the nearest free bench, though with the panicked horse running wild most of the benches were empty. Most of the street too. People had piled into the nearest building which just so happened to be a candy shop. ]

As I was trying to ask before I was interrupted, anyone else heard of any other job openings? Not having the best of luck with it... I would have done fine as a driver but that horse--

[ He was interrupted again before he could continue. Crowley snarled as he turned to glare at this new distraction but in doing so he ended up dropping his magic mirror. ]

-- Hours Passed before the Mirror flared to life again --

[ Unsurprisingly it was to bear witness to another scene of chaos this time one of children and their parents frantically snatching up every boxed or bagged candy they could lay their hands on while one demon clad in uncharacteristically in white and sporting a lovely red striped bandanna carefully watched over their every action from behind the counter. ]

Everybody in here better be buying something or you are going back outside and trust me you don’t want to be out there with that horse still on the loose!

Let me know if any of this needs editing.

Date: 2019-08-07 06:45 pm (UTC)
mal_contented: (Poster Child For Evil)
From: [personal profile] mal_contented
Oh the look on her face as she spun to face them both wasn't horror or shock, but a sort of smirking grin that seemed to promise revenge. And that she seemed to be promising to enjoy that revenge when it came. She ducked under the old man's grasp easily and spun in place, one hand coming up to knock open a display of gumballs. Or maybe they were mini jawbreakers. She kind of hoped the second, because that would be funnier, but didn't stop to look as she dashed ahead of the small slippery candies now coating the floor.

There was a back entry she had spotted that led to another shop, small narrow hall, but harder to circle her from, since someone would have to go out and around to do it. So she headed that way, ducking behind a display just long enough tp empty her the candy pockets into the bottom of a bin, so that if she was caught there wouldn't be so much as a wrapper for evidence on her person. Then she darted into the haberdashery, and then strode at a swift but less suspicious pace from the haberdashery to the customization area, and then out that exit, walking with her hands in her pockets, cool as you please, fingers wrapped loosely around her cellphone. She made her way casually back down Main Street as if she hadn't a care in the world, though she kept watch on the candy store out of the corner of her eye as she passed....
mal_contented: (Poster Child For Evil)
From: [personal profile] mal_contented
She seemed to have gotten away with it. Oh, someone would probably tell Merlin and she'd hear about it later, but she was pretty sure she could handle that. She caught the salesman's eye as she passed the front door and tossed him a smirk and a wink as she kept walking. She'll deal with him at some point. And that she knew she could handle.....

(Up to you if you want to jump to "later" or end it here for now.)
mal_contented: (Poster Child For Evil)
From: [personal profile] mal_contented
"Now you and I both know I didn't leave that shop with a single thing that didn't come in with me. Well, other than a taste for vengeance." She stalked over. "And sugar." To that end she swiped her finger through his ice cream and popped it in her mouth. "Get fired for accusing a clearly innocent girl and messing up the shop, did you?"
mal_contented: (Poster Child For Evil)
From: [personal profile] mal_contented
She laughed. "Like you could." She helped herself to another finger full of his ice cream. "Might just be fun to see you try, even."
mal_contented: (Poster Child For Evil)
From: [personal profile] mal_contented
She smirked and pointed at the mess on her head. She'd pay for this later, she knew, but it was going to be worth it. "Beware, forswear, replenish this ice cream from out of my hair." She held one hand out and the other gestured between her hair and the open hand and...

Okay, so the ice cream was now in a bowl. Which was purple. And there was a good deal more of it than there had been. But she smirked, trying to ignore the feeling that something was sneaking up behind her as she lifted a very purple spoon and took a bite.

It tasted like hair and sand. But she smiled anyway like it was the tastiest treat ever. "Thanks for the snack." Now she just needed to go sit down for a while....

And she made his angel almost rude.

Date: 2019-08-09 02:45 am (UTC)
mal_contented: (Bad Hair Day)
From: [personal profile] mal_contented
"Or stood against the single most evil being in existence and backed her off. Ruined lives even before I had access to magic. Very nearly had control of the United Kingdoms of Auradon before arriving here." Okay that last one was a stretch, but she didn't show it. But sure, pretend you know me. And while you're pretending..." She flung the ice cream at his face, murmuring a quick spell to help it flu true. She wavered, but the ice cream should be in his line of sight at that point....

Date: 2019-08-09 10:14 am (UTC)
mal_contented: (Bad Hair Day)
From: [personal profile] mal_contented
"Right, like I meant him." Rather than the mother she could almost feel watching her from the shadows. She fought the urge to hunch in on herself. That only ever made things worse anyway. Minions were supposed to cower. The masses were supposed to cower. The heir of evil was supposed to strut. She locked eyes with him, aware this was the usual dominance play between her and her mother, the move she'd only ever won once. But as her eyes flashed green she clenched her fists, determined NOT to be the one who looked away first.

Date: 2019-08-10 03:01 am (UTC)
mal_contented: (Bad Hair Day)
From: [personal profile] mal_contented
She kept her eyes locked on him, focusing, straining, refusing to back down. "Why should I tell you what I decided. Those who need to know, do," she snarled, not looking away.

Snake, meet Dragon.

Date: 2019-08-10 05:53 pm (UTC)
strangeandunusual: (oh no you di-ennnt)
From: [personal profile] strangeandunusual
Speaking of those who needed to know. Lydia had seen Crowley's earlier announcement and resolved to treat herself to something on her lunch break. She'd even thought she'd bring something back for Mal, maybe help sweeten what had mostly been a really rough experience for her new friend so far. Her eyes widened in surprise as she rounded a street corner to see the two she'd been thinking of locked in a staring contest, surrounded by flaming Sparks.

Lydia thought fast. She'd defused her share of fights before her mother had finally left, and while this was different, there still had to be something she could do. Curling her fingers around her choker, she silently summoned a few Affinity Beetles to check the shop for any hints of Corrosion.

"Hey," she said blandly to Crowley. "I don't know you much yet, but I know Mal. She's smart. And I bet you are, too. The new moon is over. So why are you both being stupid?"
Edited Date: 2019-08-10 05:58 pm (UTC)

Date: 2019-08-10 06:13 pm (UTC)
mal_contented: (Bad Hair Day)
From: [personal profile] mal_contented
She growled at Lydia, but it was a weak thing, her eyes still locked with Crowley's as if the glasses weren't there. Part of her wanted to just go back to the room with Lydia, but that part was small and weak and she did her best to tell it to shut up.

Date: 2019-08-10 06:28 pm (UTC)
strangeandunusual: (you're kidding me right?)
From: [personal profile] strangeandunusual
When Mal growled, Lydia made a good guess as to what was going on. She marched up to Crowley,taking a burst of sudden inspiration from how she'd seen Barbara straight up tame a sandworm and ride it bareback.

"Look, you're a monster, right? I saw you practicing with the others. Did you ever think maybe she wasn't trying to make an enemy? And besides, if you put a bad word in against her, what's it going to make them think about the rest of us? I don't know what's going on, but we should all be looking out for each other. This isn't the kind of fighting Dreamfinder wants us to practice!"
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