Despite the warming brew the strange women had forced on him Crowley still spluttered in the water, not sinking, but not exactly making progress towards the shore either. One tended not to get very far when they were too busy shouting and waving their arms about angrily instead of swimming.
"Of all the... You bring soup?? Why not a life preserver? OR a boat?? A boat would be really useful right about now!"
The ice turtles were beaten to their mission by a rather large black horse who unceremoniously lifted the demon from the water and brought him to shore, not as a rider but more like a drenched sack of grain slung over its back. While the Pooka had been helpful as soon as it's hooves touched the sand it's mischievous nature was triggered and it was off, running wild over the shoreline with the helpless demon clinging as best he could to the creature's back.
"WHOA! WHOA, I SAID! Oh... won't you STOP!??"
A ⦿ Trial and Icy Errors
The whole rainbow snow fight wasn't really his scene. Oh, he stood back and watched it, meddling occasionally when it seemed like he could mess up some one's epic winning streak. That guy over there the one who hadn't been hit with a snowball the entire time would find the tree behind him shaking the snow off it's branches to bury him in an avalanche. That girl barricaded behind the snow fort would find a small fire break out in it's center, melting it until she was open to attack. The snowball some one was holding ready to throw, would find it doubled in size so that it landed on them instead!
This was Crowley's brand of fun! Sitting back with a nice warm coco and cackling over causing little acts of mischief while staying nice and dry himself. Feel free to spoil it.
A ⦿ The Darkness in the White Cliffs
It was dark! Almost darker than demonic eyes could navigate. They had managed to make it several feet into the cavern with only the light from the opening to guide the way forward but now even that seemed to be drawn away.
"Careful!"
Crowley hissed as his companion's toe glanced over a stone to send it clattering down the tunnel in front of them. His voice when he spoke was barely above a hushed whisper.
"There are some bats hibernating here... I don't want to see what happens if they wake up."
He took another step or three into the gloom which grew ever darker and ever more difficult to see the pathway ahead.
"Then again, I wouldn't mind some light. Think that would wake them up?"
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Despite the warming brew the strange women had forced on him Crowley still spluttered in the water, not sinking, but not exactly making progress towards the shore either. One tended not to get very far when they were too busy shouting and waving their arms about angrily instead of swimming.
"Of all the... You bring soup?? Why not a life preserver? OR a boat?? A boat would be really useful right about now!"
The ice turtles were beaten to their mission by a rather large black horse who unceremoniously lifted the demon from the water and brought him to shore, not as a rider but more like a drenched sack of grain slung over its back. While the Pooka had been helpful as soon as it's hooves touched the sand it's mischievous nature was triggered and it was off, running wild over the shoreline with the helpless demon clinging as best he could to the creature's back.
"WHOA! WHOA, I SAID! Oh... won't you STOP!??"
A ⦿ Trial and Icy Errors
The whole rainbow snow fight wasn't really his scene. Oh, he stood back and watched it, meddling occasionally when it seemed like he could mess up some one's epic winning streak. That guy over there the one who hadn't been hit with a snowball the entire time would find the tree behind him shaking the snow off it's branches to bury him in an avalanche. That girl barricaded behind the snow fort would find a small fire break out in it's center, melting it until she was open to attack. The snowball some one was holding ready to throw, would find it doubled in size so that it landed on them instead!
This was Crowley's brand of fun! Sitting back with a nice warm coco and cackling over causing little acts of mischief while staying nice and dry himself. Feel free to spoil it.
A ⦿ The Darkness in the White Cliffs
It was dark! Almost darker than demonic eyes could navigate. They had managed to make it several feet into the cavern with only the light from the opening to guide the way forward but now even that seemed to be drawn away.
"Careful!"
Crowley hissed as his companion's toe glanced over a stone to send it clattering down the tunnel in front of them. His voice when he spoke was barely above a hushed whisper.
"There are some bats hibernating here... I don't want to see what happens if they wake up."
He took another step or three into the gloom which grew ever darker and ever more difficult to see the pathway ahead.
"Then again, I wouldn't mind some light. Think that would wake them up?"