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@thedemon-crowley
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*Stomping into Hell with all the grace and enthusiasm of a teenager emerging from their bedroom to ask where their jeans are*
Abigail. We need to talk about one of your loyal subjects. Currently your most loyal, arguably.
- @thedemon-crowley
*She looked up from her chair in the bookshop, where she was currently sitting upside down, head hanging off the seat.*
What? What are you talking about?
Iâm going to go out on a limb and assume you didnât leave Shax a horrible, saccharine note nestled amongst my plants?
*She tilts her head to the side, confused. (Yes, she is still mostly upside down.)*
No? Why would I leave Shax notes? I can send her memos. Also, sorry, saccharine?
Exactly. *Sighs* Someoneâs sent her on a wild goose chase with a series of soppy notes, one of which was in my flat.
Sheâs gone to yours to find you, on the instruction of said note. I did try to dissuade her, but she wasnât having a bar of it from me.
Ugh. This is what I get for not letting Beelzebub discorporate her.
Well, the good news is she can't get into my cottage. No one can, unless I want them to. So I guess we'll see how many times she zaps herself trying.
How bad are the notes?
Oh, theyâre bad. Theyâre all these little riddles - like a scavenger hunt, but gooey.
*Stomping into Hell with all the grace and enthusiasm of a teenager emerging from their bedroom to ask where their jeans are*
Abigail. We need to talk about one of your loyal subjects. Currently your most loyal, arguably.
- @thedemon-crowley
*She looked up from her chair in the bookshop, where she was currently sitting upside down, head hanging off the seat.*
What? What are you talking about?
Iâm going to go out on a limb and assume you didnât leave Shax a horrible, saccharine note nestled amongst my plants?
*She tilts her head to the side, confused. (Yes, she is still mostly upside down.)*
No? Why would I leave Shax notes? I can send her memos. Also, sorry, saccharine?
Exactly. *Sighs* Someoneâs sent her on a wild goose chase with a series of soppy notes, one of which was in my flat.
Sheâs gone to yours to find you, on the instruction of said note. I did try to dissuade her, but she wasnât having a bar of it from me.
*Stomping into Hell with all the grace and enthusiasm of a teenager emerging from their bedroom to ask where their jeans are*
Abigail. We need to talk about one of your loyal subjects. Currently your most loyal, arguably.
- @thedemon-crowley
*She looked up from her chair in the bookshop, where she was currently sitting upside down, head hanging off the seat.*
What? What are you talking about?
Iâm going to go out on a limb and assume you didnât leave Shax a horrible, saccharine note nestled amongst my plants?
You should get pregnant for real I want to be a godmother
Absolutely not.

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Someone trying to eat your husband
Understandable, really.
you remind me of the tinman a bit
I would love to hear the reasoning for this, honestly.
*Sneaking into the "traitor's" house really ought to warrant being quiet, or at least sneaky. Unfortunately, @shax-attacx is rather one track mind right now, and is being neither quiet nor sneaky.
(The pink note was slipped amongst the plants by Eric earlier, shh!)*
*Crowley appears in the doorway, armed with a plant mister*
What are you doing here?! I thought you were lurking outside the bookshop!
*She jumps, keeping a very close eye on that plant mister.*
I'm - on an assignment. Yeah. That. This is for work. I still have to do my job. Where are you plants?
*He narrows his eyes*
Wouldnât you like to know? I wasnât born yesterday - tell me why youâre actually here!
*She hesitates for a moment, looking around as if making sure no one else is there.*
This is - technically - an assignment. Just... not for work.
*She pulls out the two notes, both on pink paper, stamped with the King's sigil, and scented with her perfume.*
*He looks at them for a while and sighs before handing them back*
If anyone asks, I wasnât home, alright? You didnât see me, this conversation never happened. Agree? *He holds his free hand out to shake*
Agreed.
*She shakes his hand, before putting the notes away.*
Seriously, though, where are your plants? She mentioned them, or at least, I assume that's what "the Serpent's Eden" means.
Come with me.
*he motions for her to follow and heads towards the plant room*
I have to sayâŚseems terribly out of character for Abigail, all thisâŚ
*There. Not quite interrupting the prank in any meaningful way, but not saying nothing either!*
*She follows him through his flat.*
Well, perhaps she is trying something new. Or maybe you don't know her as well as you think.
*It's rather easy to spot the bright pink paper amidst all the greenery, and she snatches up the third note quickly.*
*He looks at her VERY POINTEDLY over his sunglasses*
I highly doubt that. But *shrug* itâs your funeral.
*He goes about misting his plants and looking disinterested*
What does it say then?
*She opens the note, reading over it, blushing, and then showing it to Crowley.
In neat, curly writing is the following note:*
"Now, dear, I must ask you to instead head to the safest place there is; get to the home of your ruler, and do so promptly."
*He scoffs*
I refuse to believe Abigail would write that. I donât know what youâre getting all giddy for, I really have my doubts.
It has her sigil. And it's her handwriting. Who else could it possibly be?
*He holds his hands up, shrugging*
Forgery is popular in Hell, you know this. Anyway, itâs not my business. Frankly, I just want you to get out of my flat and away from the bookshop. Itâs like having a demonic chaperone.
The Kingâs sigil can not be forged. And who would be stupid enough to forge her writing?
I'm leaving, now, I'll be out of your stupid hair before you even notice. Hmph.
*He makes a face and half-heartedly sprays her with water*
Piss off, then. Donât let the door hit you on the way out.
*Sneaking into the "traitor's" house really ought to warrant being quiet, or at least sneaky. Unfortunately, @shax-attacx is rather one track mind right now, and is being neither quiet nor sneaky.
(The pink note was slipped amongst the plants by Eric earlier, shh!)*
*Crowley appears in the doorway, armed with a plant mister*
What are you doing here?! I thought you were lurking outside the bookshop!
*She jumps, keeping a very close eye on that plant mister.*
I'm - on an assignment. Yeah. That. This is for work. I still have to do my job. Where are you plants?
*He narrows his eyes*
Wouldnât you like to know? I wasnât born yesterday - tell me why youâre actually here!
*She hesitates for a moment, looking around as if making sure no one else is there.*
This is - technically - an assignment. Just... not for work.
*She pulls out the two notes, both on pink paper, stamped with the King's sigil, and scented with her perfume.*
*He looks at them for a while and sighs before handing them back*
If anyone asks, I wasnât home, alright? You didnât see me, this conversation never happened. Agree? *He holds his free hand out to shake*
Agreed.
*She shakes his hand, before putting the notes away.*
Seriously, though, where are your plants? She mentioned them, or at least, I assume that's what "the Serpent's Eden" means.
Come with me.
*he motions for her to follow and heads towards the plant room*
I have to sayâŚseems terribly out of character for Abigail, all thisâŚ
*There. Not quite interrupting the prank in any meaningful way, but not saying nothing either!*
*She follows him through his flat.*
Well, perhaps she is trying something new. Or maybe you don't know her as well as you think.
*It's rather easy to spot the bright pink paper amidst all the greenery, and she snatches up the third note quickly.*
*He looks at her VERY POINTEDLY over his sunglasses*
I highly doubt that. But *shrug* itâs your funeral.
*He goes about misting his plants and looking disinterested*
What does it say then?
*She opens the note, reading over it, blushing, and then showing it to Crowley.
In neat, curly writing is the following note:*
"Now, dear, I must ask you to instead head to the safest place there is; get to the home of your ruler, and do so promptly."
*He scoffs*
I refuse to believe Abigail would write that. I donât know what youâre getting all giddy for, I really have my doubts.
It has her sigil. And it's her handwriting. Who else could it possibly be?
*He holds his hands up, shrugging*
Forgery is popular in Hell, you know this. Anyway, itâs not my business. Frankly, I just want you to get out of my flat and away from the bookshop. Itâs like having a demonic chaperone.
*Sneaking into the "traitor's" house really ought to warrant being quiet, or at least sneaky. Unfortunately, @shax-attacx is rather one track mind right now, and is being neither quiet nor sneaky.
(The pink note was slipped amongst the plants by Eric earlier, shh!)*
*Crowley appears in the doorway, armed with a plant mister*
What are you doing here?! I thought you were lurking outside the bookshop!
*She jumps, keeping a very close eye on that plant mister.*
I'm - on an assignment. Yeah. That. This is for work. I still have to do my job. Where are you plants?
*He narrows his eyes*
Wouldnât you like to know? I wasnât born yesterday - tell me why youâre actually here!
*She hesitates for a moment, looking around as if making sure no one else is there.*
This is - technically - an assignment. Just... not for work.
*She pulls out the two notes, both on pink paper, stamped with the King's sigil, and scented with her perfume.*
*He looks at them for a while and sighs before handing them back*
If anyone asks, I wasnât home, alright? You didnât see me, this conversation never happened. Agree? *He holds his free hand out to shake*
Agreed.
*She shakes his hand, before putting the notes away.*
Seriously, though, where are your plants? She mentioned them, or at least, I assume that's what "the Serpent's Eden" means.
Come with me.
*he motions for her to follow and heads towards the plant room*
I have to sayâŚseems terribly out of character for Abigail, all thisâŚ
*There. Not quite interrupting the prank in any meaningful way, but not saying nothing either!*
*She follows him through his flat.*
Well, perhaps she is trying something new. Or maybe you don't know her as well as you think.
*It's rather easy to spot the bright pink paper amidst all the greenery, and she snatches up the third note quickly.*
*He looks at her VERY POINTEDLY over his sunglasses*
I highly doubt that. But *shrug* itâs your funeral.
*He goes about misting his plants and looking disinterested*
What does it say then?
*She opens the note, reading over it, blushing, and then showing it to Crowley.
In neat, curly writing is the following note:*
"Now, dear, I must ask you to instead head to the safest place there is; get to the home of your ruler, and do so promptly."
*He scoffs*
I refuse to believe Abigail would write that. I donât know what youâre getting all giddy for, I really have my doubts.

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*Sneaking into the "traitor's" house really ought to warrant being quiet, or at least sneaky. Unfortunately, @shax-attacx is rather one track mind right now, and is being neither quiet nor sneaky.
(The pink note was slipped amongst the plants by Eric earlier, shh!)*
*Crowley appears in the doorway, armed with a plant mister*
What are you doing here?! I thought you were lurking outside the bookshop!
*She jumps, keeping a very close eye on that plant mister.*
I'm - on an assignment. Yeah. That. This is for work. I still have to do my job. Where are you plants?
*He narrows his eyes*
Wouldnât you like to know? I wasnât born yesterday - tell me why youâre actually here!
*She hesitates for a moment, looking around as if making sure no one else is there.*
This is - technically - an assignment. Just... not for work.
*She pulls out the two notes, both on pink paper, stamped with the King's sigil, and scented with her perfume.*
*He looks at them for a while and sighs before handing them back*
If anyone asks, I wasnât home, alright? You didnât see me, this conversation never happened. Agree? *He holds his free hand out to shake*
Agreed.
*She shakes his hand, before putting the notes away.*
Seriously, though, where are your plants? She mentioned them, or at least, I assume that's what "the Serpent's Eden" means.
Come with me.
*he motions for her to follow and heads towards the plant room*
I have to sayâŚseems terribly out of character for Abigail, all thisâŚ
*There. Not quite interrupting the prank in any meaningful way, but not saying nothing either!*
*She follows him through his flat.*
Well, perhaps she is trying something new. Or maybe you don't know her as well as you think.
*It's rather easy to spot the bright pink paper amidst all the greenery, and she snatches up the third note quickly.*
*He looks at her VERY POINTEDLY over his sunglasses*
I highly doubt that. But *shrug* itâs your funeral.
*He goes about misting his plants and looking disinterested*
What does it say then?
*Sneaking into the "traitor's" house really ought to warrant being quiet, or at least sneaky. Unfortunately, @shax-attacx is rather one track mind right now, and is being neither quiet nor sneaky.
(The pink note was slipped amongst the plants by Eric earlier, shh!)*
*Crowley appears in the doorway, armed with a plant mister*
What are you doing here?! I thought you were lurking outside the bookshop!
*She jumps, keeping a very close eye on that plant mister.*
I'm - on an assignment. Yeah. That. This is for work. I still have to do my job. Where are you plants?
*He narrows his eyes*
Wouldnât you like to know? I wasnât born yesterday - tell me why youâre actually here!
*She hesitates for a moment, looking around as if making sure no one else is there.*
This is - technically - an assignment. Just... not for work.
*She pulls out the two notes, both on pink paper, stamped with the King's sigil, and scented with her perfume.*
*He looks at them for a while and sighs before handing them back*
If anyone asks, I wasnât home, alright? You didnât see me, this conversation never happened. Agree? *He holds his free hand out to shake*
Agreed.
*She shakes his hand, before putting the notes away.*
Seriously, though, where are your plants? She mentioned them, or at least, I assume that's what "the Serpent's Eden" means.
Come with me.
*he motions for her to follow and heads towards the plant room*
I have to sayâŚseems terribly out of character for Abigail, all thisâŚ
*There. Not quite interrupting the prank in any meaningful way, but not saying nothing either!*
*Sneaking into the "traitor's" house really ought to warrant being quiet, or at least sneaky. Unfortunately, @shax-attacx is rather one track mind right now, and is being neither quiet nor sneaky.
(The pink note was slipped amongst the plants by Eric earlier, shh!)*
*Crowley appears in the doorway, armed with a plant mister*
What are you doing here?! I thought you were lurking outside the bookshop!
*She jumps, keeping a very close eye on that plant mister.*
I'm - on an assignment. Yeah. That. This is for work. I still have to do my job. Where are you plants?
*He narrows his eyes*
Wouldnât you like to know? I wasnât born yesterday - tell me why youâre actually here!
*She hesitates for a moment, looking around as if making sure no one else is there.*
This is - technically - an assignment. Just... not for work.
*She pulls out the two notes, both on pink paper, stamped with the King's sigil, and scented with her perfume.*
*He looks at them for a while and sighs before handing them back*
If anyone asks, I wasnât home, alright? You didnât see me, this conversation never happened. Agree? *He holds his free hand out to shake*
A red-bellied black snake approached cautiously, staring up at Crowley in what really only he could tell was some sort of....heartache?
(/familial but that's the only word I could think of)
@urban-eden-somewhat-official
ErâŚhello?
*For reasons he isnât quite sure of, he puts his hand out, almost like one would towards a cat to let them sniff*
Youâre a long way from home.
The serpent didn't need to, instead gently headbutting his hand. Yes, she was far from home.
*He holds his palm out and gently beckons with his fingers*
Câmon, climb up.
*Sneaking into the "traitor's" house really ought to warrant being quiet, or at least sneaky. Unfortunately, @shax-attacx is rather one track mind right now, and is being neither quiet nor sneaky.
(The pink note was slipped amongst the plants by Eric earlier, shh!)*
*Crowley appears in the doorway, armed with a plant mister*
What are you doing here?! I thought you were lurking outside the bookshop!
*She jumps, keeping a very close eye on that plant mister.*
I'm - on an assignment. Yeah. That. This is for work. I still have to do my job. Where are you plants?
*He narrows his eyes*
Wouldnât you like to know? I wasnât born yesterday - tell me why youâre actually here!

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*Sneaking into the "traitor's" house really ought to warrant being quiet, or at least sneaky. Unfortunately, @shax-attacx is rather one track mind right now, and is being neither quiet nor sneaky.
(The pink note was slipped amongst the plants by Eric earlier, shh!)*
*Crowley appears in the doorway, armed with a plant mister*
What are you doing here?! I thought you were lurking outside the bookshop!
*hugs you reallyyyyy tightly*
*Hugs back with all the squeeze you might expect from a snake, despite not being a constrictor*
What was that for?