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paixaorpg2007-03-18 07:43 pm
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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.
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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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.