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Not really lost. Really. [Active!]

Character(s): Crowley, Death, Kurai, anyone else?
Content: Crowley is generally being irritated, his search having being delayed thanks to the weather.
Setting: Jogo da Crianca
Time: Early afternoon
Warnings: None yet

How hard could it be to find one angel, anyway? Crowley had his location, so all it should have involved was going there. Simple enough, you'd think, except for the storms. And the blistering heat. And the hail. Such things as temperature didn't bother him unless he let it, of course, but in the meantime it had proved to be a nuisance. It would be too obvious, after all, to not appear to be suffering like the rest of the human(oid)s here. One too many already knew what Crowley was, and he had no desire to let it catch on to anyone else.

Finally, the strange weather had stopped, and he had ventured out again. Taking the train earlier had been the easy part; after that, he had been walking. Crowley couldn't say that he missed horse-drawn carriages, but with a lack of cars (and a rather painful lack of the Bentley), they would have been far more appreciated right now. Add to that the fact that he didn't believe his journal device was cooperating with him, and it made for one slightly annoyed demon.

He'd stopped in what looked like a strangely modern park, except for the artificial foliage. It was a novelty to see so much of it in one place like this, though the novelty wore off fairly quickly. It was normally amusing to Crowley to see how far humanity went to invest itself in the artificial, but right now, it was just making him feel weary (a mental trick, not a physical one). Standing now under a tree that had a dulled, bronze trunk and gilded cloth leaves, Crowley took his journal device out of an inner pocket of his suit, staring down at it intently. Every so often, he gave it a hard shake, or muttered threats about reducing it to its component pieces. Usually, technology worked for him exactly as he expected it to, but this one was being strangely stubborn.

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Death has been wandering around the town, asking people if they know a Giovanni. It has been quite awhile since she met him so she couldn't give any clear description of him when they asked. Pity, really, she can remember his baby face so well but she has no idea what he looks like now. Humans and the whole trend about looking like the most upcoming celebrity. Seriously.

Looking for someone that she cannot simply go to is boring, so she could not help but be tempted by the shiny red swing when she saw it. She has forgotten how long she has spent swinging back and forth, but she thinks it is time go back on her way again. Just as she was slowing down her swing however, a familiar figure appears in her view. Of course, most figures are familiar to her anyway.

She stops the swing by skidding her boots against the sandy ground, hopping off and walking over to the figure under the tree. Noticing how he is muttering threats to the journal in his hand, Death chuckles to herself. "It might work if you ask it nicely," she suggests with a grin.

[ooc: hope this is okay :3]

Since her arrival in Paixao, Kurai had mostly been wandering the streets rather aimlessly, having nowhere to go. Amber was recovered by now and she wanted to leave, but first she had to find the Gate through which she entered again. The annoying weather changes and the labyrinthic nature of the city had delayed her a lot already. No one she had come across had seemed to possess a map either.

As she walked along, the street suddenly opened into a wide space, adorned with what was probably the strangest thing about Paixao - artificial plants; sculpted rather intricately of dead material. It didn't sit well with Kurai, oh no. And now a whole park with that stuff? She shook her head. However, she was also naturally curious, and thus she wanted to inspect the place and walked further into the park.

Soon, her ears picked up on voices, which was promptly followed by the sight of two people beneath a tree: a man who apparently cursing at his electronic journal (also a thing that she still found strange; humans, she'd never fully understand them!) and a woman with a mischievous smile. Kurai stopped in her tracks, not quite knowing what to do, and quickly became aware of the awkwardness of the situation. She shuffled her feet embarassedly, waiting for something to happen.

He looked up at being addressed, eyes narrowing behind his glasses at the (apparently) young woman before him. That was strange. She gave off a feeling that Crowley had become familiar with over the years, one in particular that he associated with a certain Horseman. For all that, in his knowledge the Death he was used to had never before gone around in the form of a perky Goth girl.

"It stopped responding to 'nice'." Crowley said as he slipped the journal back into his suit. Of course, his version of 'nice' had been more along the lines of 'not voicing threats'. He was through with trying to get it to work, for now. This looked to be a more worthwhile distraction. "That's a new one," he commented, nodding at her. "I always thought the scythe and skull motif was too old-fashioned. It's good to see you catching up with the times."

He only now took notice of the younger girl standing off to the side, his only acknowledgement of her a glance in her direction. She had slit pupils? Interesting.

Death merely chuckles in reply to his comment. "Nice to see someone with good taste," she replies with a grin. She loves her big brother, really, but he can be so old-fashioned most of the time, insisting on stuffy clothes and scythe. It is refreshing to hear someone compliment her tanktop and skinny jeans.

She turns around to follow Crowley's gaze, eyes falling upon the girl standing a few ways behind her. Death gives her a fond smile, "Why hello there, little princess!" She hopes the princess wouldn't be scared by her, she seemed so timid. Perhaps the recognition will sink in after awhile.

Nonetheless, it is interesting to see two of them both here. Turning back to the demon, "Crowley, this is Princess Kurai. Princess, this is Crowley," she introduces them to each other quickly. "It's so nice to be meeting again like this!" Death clasps her hands together in front of her with a bright smile.

Kurai's brain did a lapse when the girl addressed her. "W-wha-!" A flustered kind of fury followed all too quickly. "WHERE THE HELL DO YOU KNOW ME FROM?!"

Her raised voice would probably have scared some pigeons - if there were any. Of course, it was not that which she noticed, but rather she was instinctively aware of the overall deadness of the place.

However, that was not her problem right now, definitely not. She glared at the strange girl who seemed to know her and stemmed her fists onto her hips. This could only be trouble. Normally, when people knew her, it meant trouble. A thought hit her.

"Oh, I bet Mad Hatter is behind this somehow!"

As soon Kurai's words escaped her mouth, a hurt, androgynous one echoed through the park. "Surely, Princess. It's always blame the jester as if one was responsible for everything that is wrong in the world!"

Just most of it, Mad Hatter added mentally with a grin. Hir tall and slim figure appeared in the next few seconds, sprawled in feline grace on the branches of the tree. Hir companions had been gone and thus, the demon looked for the young Princess of Anagura. It wasn't hard to pinpoint her aura among the island.

Guiltless blue eyes studied the other two. One had the same pale complexion as hir dearest lady Despair, the other appeared as a human yuppie if sie only looked at the surface, but a Satan knew better than trust appearances.

One shock after another. Kurai was lucky she had no sickness of heart. Nevertheless, she grabbed the front of her shirt and let the other hand touch her forehead in utter annoyance. Then, she resumed her proud stance and faced the Hatter squarely.

"Well, I wouldn't be surprised if it were so!"

Then, before she knew it, the two auras behind her just sort of... vanished. She whirled around only to see that indeed, the two other people were gone. Well, the girl had been kind of creepy, but this was definitely creepier.

"... huh? What happened NOW?"

Belial glanced at the empty spots the other two had been standing on with a sudden realization. Sie hopped down, landing beside the little Evil Princess with a lifted eyebrow.

"They are gone, Your Majesty. This happens quite often in Paixao. They arrive as they leave in mysterious manners," Mad Hatter explained while hir smile became a grin. "Or perhaps one created the illusions of beings for you to spend time with as you wait."

Kurai narrowed her eyes at the Hatter, fighting an urge to bring some more distance between them. "Yeah, right."

She straightened her stance. "Wait for what; for you? Why'd you come here, anyways?" The demon princess crossed her arms in expectation as her initial animosity, which had been mostly caused by surprise, vanished. She took note that she had missed the Hatter, sort of, and shoved the thought away rather quickly - she certainly didn't want to dwell on whether she felt comfortable with that or not.

"Here as Paixao or here as at your side, my dearest Kurai?" Belial asked, closing the gaps of space between them as the Princess tried to get away. Oh no no, that wasn't allowed. Sie smiled down, shadow looming on the short Evil.

Her temper hadn't changed one bit, still as the mood of an active volcano.

Now, Kurai was getting uneasy. Hatter had saved her and liked to act the jester - but sie was a demon, after all. The Cheshire-cat grin didn't help much, either.

"Uhm... how about you answer both?", Kurai said; first a little waveringly, then in a more secure manner. She put her hands on her hips for emphasis.

"Both? How demanding!" Hatter complained, putting on a sad face. "Since her Majesty requests. One followed Lord Lucifer to this place. The beating of fragile butterfly wings burning against the merciless sun, so much like him." Sie sighed with longing at the mention of the Emperor of Darkness. Former.

Abruptly, sie pointed hir index finger on Kurai's nose, tickling.

"But now, one has come to see you instead."

Somehow, it always made Kurai feel a little sorry when Hatter mentioned Lucifer. She knew the whole truth about that, after all, and it always seemed to her like there must be something painful about such a way of loving. Even though Hatter certainly didn't let anything of the kind show.

Her eyes widened abruptly when Hatter pointed hir finger at her nose. Then, she blushed. And then, she frowned.

"... flatterer." A flustered murmur - oh, why did that Hatter have to get to her so much?

"How can the truth be flattering, Princess?" Belial said, this time honestly. "One has come to this place for you." The demon shrugged, standing tall beside the short Princess of the Evils. "Do you think one will let you alone with all the dangers in this unknown place! What an idea!"

Sie bowed and offered hir gloved hand. "You still have a lot to learn about your power and your limits, Your Majesty. This is why one is here for. To guide you."

Kurai stared at the offered hand with heavily furrowed brows. Guide her, Hatter said.

"Into debauchery?", she asked, shortly eyeing the Hatter's face, then taking the hand after contemplating it a little more.

Hatter was a powerful demon and could certainly teach her useful things. Already had, to be correct. It could not be wrong to learn, even if the teacher definitely had a dangerous side to her.

Kurai wasn't afraid of that. She would not let herself be afraid of any of the jester's many facets.

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