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sirenspull_logs2012-05-13 11:56 pm
integrity) wrote in sirenspull_logs2012-05-13 11:56 pm
another promise another seed
Who: Crowley [integrity] and Ruby [arealgem]
When: May 13th, after sirens.
Where: Purgatory. After hours. Crowley has a sense of humor, secretly.
Summary: Crowley has two of his largest problems in the Port at the same times. He needs allies. And he sees a potential one in the demon who has a lot to be pissed off about.
Warnings: Crowley and Ruby are hanging out together with a lot of liquor. :|
It had taken a matter of days for Crowley to decide on what to do.
His position in the Port was unstable. He had several powerful allies, but his enemies were stronger. And with the addition of Meg, Lucifer's golden child... Crowley loathed to admit it, but he felt confined. Constrained. And, as much as he hated to admit it, what Meg had said bothered him. That he, by some insane stretch of the imagination, was worse than Alastair, who had driven them to torture to insanity.
So perhaps it wasn't really a strategic manuveur. Maybe Crowley just needed to prove to himself that he could do it -- have one demon understand, truly understand, why he had defected. Why he had betrayed. Why he, the demon who was on the fast track to power and success, had jumped ship and taken the entire dimension instead of follow Lucifer to the death.
Either way, Crowley knew that his only shot of getting someone to listen to him lay in the demon that had helped lead Lilith to her death. They had something in common -- and Ruby was smart. Smarter than most individuals gave her credit for, Lucifer included. And Crowley, if the demon knew Ruby, knew that she would never say no to an offer of protection.
So it was with a slight sense of trepidation that he sent the following text.
I have a proposition for you.
Meet me at Purgatory. [x,y] Alone.
x Crowley.
He would be waiting for her there.
integrity] and Ruby [arealgem]When: May 13th, after sirens.
Where: Purgatory. After hours. Crowley has a sense of humor, secretly.
Summary: Crowley has two of his largest problems in the Port at the same times. He needs allies. And he sees a potential one in the demon who has a lot to be pissed off about.
Warnings: Crowley and Ruby are hanging out together with a lot of liquor. :|
It had taken a matter of days for Crowley to decide on what to do.
His position in the Port was unstable. He had several powerful allies, but his enemies were stronger. And with the addition of Meg, Lucifer's golden child... Crowley loathed to admit it, but he felt confined. Constrained. And, as much as he hated to admit it, what Meg had said bothered him. That he, by some insane stretch of the imagination, was worse than Alastair, who had driven them to torture to insanity.
So perhaps it wasn't really a strategic manuveur. Maybe Crowley just needed to prove to himself that he could do it -- have one demon understand, truly understand, why he had defected. Why he had betrayed. Why he, the demon who was on the fast track to power and success, had jumped ship and taken the entire dimension instead of follow Lucifer to the death.
Either way, Crowley knew that his only shot of getting someone to listen to him lay in the demon that had helped lead Lilith to her death. They had something in common -- and Ruby was smart. Smarter than most individuals gave her credit for, Lucifer included. And Crowley, if the demon knew Ruby, knew that she would never say no to an offer of protection.
So it was with a slight sense of trepidation that he sent the following text.
I have a proposition for you.
Meet me at Purgatory. [x,y] Alone.
x Crowley.
He would be waiting for her there.
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He paused before he drew a piece of paper out of his coat, along with a fountain pen. It only took a few seconds of work before Crowley drew out a strange sigil, from memory, for this was one of Crowley's biggest strengths. Enochian warding and protection against the angels was something he researched extensively -- it was a dog eat dog world out there, after all, and the angels were the bigger kids in the sandbox. You had to be prepared for the worst at any passing moment of the day.
"This nullifies the power of their Grace so long as it's activated within a twenty yard radius of the angel in question. I have them all over my liquor cabinet, actually, because with a slight adjustment -- " And Crowley added one last symbol. " -- they activate upon contact with Grace itself. Castiel can't get into the liquor cabinet as long as he's touching it. He still hasn't figured it out yet, bless his three brain cells."
The demon nudged the piece of paper toward Ruby, for her to keep, before he continued.
"As for the Colt, it is in the possession of the Winchesters -- John Winchester, specifically. He died and has yet to return to the Port, so I assume the boys have it under lock and key. The knife is with Sam. I trust you have his tender spots still memorized."
His lips twitched into a lazy smirk.
"Whatever strings you can pull in order to get him to crumble a little would be of the utmost enjoyment to watch on my part."
He still hadn't forgiven Sam completely for attacking Castiel and using him in the first place -- nor for breaking their deal and endangering Crowley's standing. He could stand to watch the moose squirm a little.
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She picked up the paper to look at it again before shifting to tuck it into her back pocket. "Angels were only just deciding to pop up right before I died, so I have to admit I'm a little clueless in that field. And as for Sam? Don't worry, where there's a will there is a way and my will is like a fucking giant. Besides, he is a walking tender spot, didn't you know that? Push him in the right spot and he'll go miles for you, all on his own."
Ruby moved to take her glass so she could take another drink, before offering that same charming smile from before.
"The only thing left for you to tell me is what kind of boundaries I need to follow? Who do I avoid? I don't know who your friends are, or aren't, after all. Aside from Castiel...?"
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It was said evenly, as Crowley glanced toward the bar area.
"The individuals from our world should be obvious. Castiel is trustworthy. The archangel Gabriel won't bother you. Anna, you already know. The prophet Chuck will leave you alone provided you don't try to kill him. And certain others will make themselves known to you. Elaine Belloc is one of them, she is trustworthy."
Also, God. But Crowley figured Ruby could discover that on her own.
"Christina Nickson is an Anti-Christ, but I like her a lot better than ours."
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Ruby took another drink as she watched Crowley look towards the bar, and her gaze followed for a moment before flicking back to him. She couldn't help but wonder just how foolish her decision to do this would end up being, but she supposed she wouldn't know until she actually met with Lucifer in person as well.
But if Ruby didn't know one thing for sure, it was that it would be smart to hide under the battling people, just like they had when Alastair and the Angels were fighting over Anna. It would also help her establish her own level of independence here, in the long run. If she found out enough from both sides, or all three, she would know how to avoid and or/fight her way to the very top like she had always wanted.
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How Crowley knew this, he didn't say. But in the way he said it, he was deadly serious.
Just stay away from him.