tucky | IC contact for lastvoyages

i dont have anything to prove to you, you have stuff to prove to me!

Which I can't prove over the phone.

[She doesn't respond. But after a little while - less than an hour, but not much less - he'll get a knock on his door.]

[Crowley has been trying not to wait. He's been trying to just lounge, which had a frustrating tendency to turn into waiting after several minutes. He opens the door almost immediately.]

Turn your phone off.

... You're freaking me out.

And the fact that I am is a good thing. Means you're getting too smart to like me anymore. [He doesn't sound resentful, more matter-of-fact. Minorly impressed.]

But you can't tell anyone else anything I'm going to say. Promise me.

I won't. But I don't wanna turn my phone off.

Then leave it in the hall. I'm not taking any chances here, this can't get out.

I wanna keep it with me. I'll hold it so you can see it ain't recording nothing.

Right, because it's impossible to record when you've got it on, in your hand.

I wanna leave it on so that if I have to call someone really quickly I can do it.

And why would you need to call someone really quickly?

'Cause for all I know, you're trying to lure me in to murder me!

...Right. Because that's what I do. I murder people who hang out with me, and I always wait until they've publicly yelled at me to do it, just so no one suspects me.

I wouldn't be here at all if I thought it was real likely.

But I would feel better if I kept my phone on me. Not recording. Not broadcasting nothing.

Exactly. Because you're getting smarter.

Then show it to me before putting it back in your pocket.

[She shows it to him - on and ready to make a call if she feels the need to, but not broadcasting anything.]

I'll leave it out, so you can see that I'm not gonna mess with it.

If you leave it out, put it on the table.

Wait, what am I talking about? Don't you have powers now? Why would you just not save yourself if I attacked you?

They're not those kinds of powers.

[She finally steps into the room, putting her phone down on the table like he asked.]

They could be if you got creative.

[He watches, arms crossed over his chest.]

All right.

All right.

Why am I here?

You wanted to know what my other job is, right? Why I'm a bad person?

Yeah. You gonna tell me or you gonna keep dancing around it?

I'm a demon.

... Like Vergil.

Why the fuck are you only telling me about this now?

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