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janeway-lover

*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?

thedemon-crowley

I’m going to go out on a limb and assume you didn’t leave Shax a horrible, saccharine note nestled amongst my plants?

janeway-lover

*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?

thedemon-crowley

Exactly. *Sighs* Someone’s sent her on a wild goose chase with a series of soppy notes, one of which was in my flat.

She’s gone to yours to find you, on the instruction of said note. I did try to dissuade her, but she wasn’t having a bar of it from me.

janeway-lover

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?

thedemon-crowley

Oh, they’re bad. They’re all these little riddles - like a scavenger hunt, but gooey.

janeway-lover

*She sighs and shuffles around until she's sitting upright in the chair.*

I suppose a wild goose chase is better than torture, which is what my second in command wanted to do. Not that I'm happy about that, of course.

Why was she so convinced they were from me? I don't exactly send anyone romantic notes anymore.

thedemon-crowley

Well, it was your writing, your sigil and your signature…she seems to think nobody would forge those things.

janeway-lover

Ugh, that means Beelzebub was poking through my office. Damn it.

Normally, forgery would be impossible, because no one can replicate my sigil stamp, and there are only six demons who are allowed to access my office if I'm not there. Luckily, that means the list of culprits is small. We can cross you and Mo off the list, and Dad too. Which narrows it down to Beelzebub, Eric, or Dagon.

thedemon-crowley

Well, I’d hate to be them! Very glad I’m not involved in any of this…

janeway-lover

*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?

thedemon-crowley

I’m going to go out on a limb and assume you didn’t leave Shax a horrible, saccharine note nestled amongst my plants?

janeway-lover

*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?

thedemon-crowley

Exactly. *Sighs* Someone’s sent her on a wild goose chase with a series of soppy notes, one of which was in my flat.

She’s gone to yours to find you, on the instruction of said note. I did try to dissuade her, but she wasn’t having a bar of it from me.

janeway-lover

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?

thedemon-crowley

Oh, they’re bad. They’re all these little riddles - like a scavenger hunt, but gooey.

janeway-lover

*She sighs and shuffles around until she's sitting upright in the chair.*

I suppose a wild goose chase is better than torture, which is what my second in command wanted to do. Not that I'm happy about that, of course.

Why was she so convinced they were from me? I don't exactly send anyone romantic notes anymore.

thedemon-crowley

Well, it was your writing, your sigil and your signature…she seems to think nobody would forge those things.

Pros:

Shax is no longer in your flat

Shax is no longer stalking the bookshop

Cons:

Shax is now moping in a bush outside the bookshop

Not my fault, nor my problem!

I tried to warn her, she didn’t listen, now she’s learnt her lesson.

#crowleyposting #🐍🍎🔥

If aziraphale got eaten would u care

Yeah I’d kill someone

#crowleyposting #🐍🍎🔥

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if aziraphale asked you to build a raft would you build one? /silly

What does he need a raft for?!

#crowleyposting #🐍🍎🔥

wicked or wizard of oz?

Wicked.

#crowleyposting #🐍🍎🔥

the tinman does anything scarecrow asks him of

i can see aziraphale asking you to do something and you do it instantly (of course with grumbling)

Depends what it is. I don’t do everything he asks!

#crowleyposting #🐍🍎🔥

janeway-lover

*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?

thedemon-crowley

I’m going to go out on a limb and assume you didn’t leave Shax a horrible, saccharine note nestled amongst my plants?

janeway-lover

*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?

thedemon-crowley

Exactly. *Sighs* Someone’s sent her on a wild goose chase with a series of soppy notes, one of which was in my flat.

She’s gone to yours to find you, on the instruction of said note. I did try to dissuade her, but she wasn’t having a bar of it from me.

janeway-lover

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?

thedemon-crowley

Oh, they’re bad. They’re all these little riddles - like a scavenger hunt, but gooey.

janeway-lover

*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?

thedemon-crowley

I’m going to go out on a limb and assume you didn’t leave Shax a horrible, saccharine note nestled amongst my plants?

janeway-lover

*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?

thedemon-crowley

Exactly. *Sighs* Someone’s sent her on a wild goose chase with a series of soppy notes, one of which was in my flat.

She’s gone to yours to find you, on the instruction of said note. I did try to dissuade her, but she wasn’t having a bar of it from me.

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janeway-lover

*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?

thedemon-crowley

I’m going to go out on a limb and assume you didn’t leave Shax a horrible, saccharine note nestled amongst my plants?

You should get pregnant for real I want to be a godmother

Absolutely not.

#crowleyposting #🐍🍎🔥

Someone trying to eat your husband

Understandable, really.

#Aziraphale is not a snack he is a WHOLE MEAL #crowleyposting #🐍🍎🔥

you remind me of the tinman a bit

I would love to hear the reasoning for this, honestly.

#crowleyposting #🐍🍎🔥

thedemon-crowley

*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!

shax-attacx

*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?

thedemon-crowley

*He narrows his eyes*

Wouldn’t you like to know? I wasn’t born yesterday - tell me why you’re actually here!

shax-attacx

*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.*

thedemon-crowley

*He looks at them for a while and sighs before handing them back*

If anyone asks, I wasn’t home, alright? You didn’t see me, this conversation never happened. Agree? *He holds his free hand out to shake*

shax-attacx

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.

thedemon-crowley

Come with me.

*he motions for her to follow and heads towards the plant room*

I have to say…seems terribly out of character for Abigail, all this…

*There. Not quite interrupting the prank in any meaningful way, but not saying nothing either!*

shax-attacx

*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.*

thedemon-crowley

*He looks at her VERY POINTEDLY over his sunglasses*

I highly doubt that. But *shrug* it’s your funeral.

*He goes about misting his plants and looking disinterested*

What does it say then?

shax-attacx

*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."

thedemon-crowley

*He scoffs*

I refuse to believe Abigail would write that. I don’t know what you’re getting all giddy for, I really have my doubts.

shax-attacx

It has her sigil. And it's her handwriting. Who else could it possibly be?

thedemon-crowley

*He holds his hands up, shrugging*

Forgery is popular in Hell, you know this. Anyway, it’s not my business. Frankly, I just want you to get out of my flat and away from the bookshop. It’s like having a demonic chaperone.

shax-attacx

The King’s 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.

thedemon-crowley

*He makes a face and half-heartedly sprays her with water*

Piss off, then. Don’t let the door hit you on the way out.

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thedemon-crowley

*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!

shax-attacx

*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?

thedemon-crowley

*He narrows his eyes*

Wouldn’t you like to know? I wasn’t born yesterday - tell me why you’re actually here!

shax-attacx

*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.*

thedemon-crowley

*He looks at them for a while and sighs before handing them back*

If anyone asks, I wasn’t home, alright? You didn’t see me, this conversation never happened. Agree? *He holds his free hand out to shake*

shax-attacx

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.

thedemon-crowley

Come with me.

*he motions for her to follow and heads towards the plant room*

I have to say…seems terribly out of character for Abigail, all this…

*There. Not quite interrupting the prank in any meaningful way, but not saying nothing either!*

shax-attacx

*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.*

thedemon-crowley

*He looks at her VERY POINTEDLY over his sunglasses*

I highly doubt that. But *shrug* it’s your funeral.

*He goes about misting his plants and looking disinterested*

What does it say then?

shax-attacx

*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."

thedemon-crowley

*He scoffs*

I refuse to believe Abigail would write that. I don’t know what you’re getting all giddy for, I really have my doubts.

shax-attacx

It has her sigil. And it's her handwriting. Who else could it possibly be?

thedemon-crowley

*He holds his hands up, shrugging*

Forgery is popular in Hell, you know this. Anyway, it’s not my business. Frankly, I just want you to get out of my flat and away from the bookshop. It’s like having a demonic chaperone.

thedemon-crowley

*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!

shax-attacx

*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?

thedemon-crowley

*He narrows his eyes*

Wouldn’t you like to know? I wasn’t born yesterday - tell me why you’re actually here!

shax-attacx

*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.*

thedemon-crowley

*He looks at them for a while and sighs before handing them back*

If anyone asks, I wasn’t home, alright? You didn’t see me, this conversation never happened. Agree? *He holds his free hand out to shake*

shax-attacx

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.

thedemon-crowley

Come with me.

*he motions for her to follow and heads towards the plant room*

I have to say…seems terribly out of character for Abigail, all this…

*There. Not quite interrupting the prank in any meaningful way, but not saying nothing either!*

shax-attacx

*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.*

thedemon-crowley

*He looks at her VERY POINTEDLY over his sunglasses*

I highly doubt that. But *shrug* it’s your funeral.

*He goes about misting his plants and looking disinterested*

What does it say then?

shax-attacx

*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."

thedemon-crowley

*He scoffs*

I refuse to believe Abigail would write that. I don’t know what you’re getting all giddy for, I really have my doubts.

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