"Oh. I know how to do a great many things." His voice remained calm, quiet. A tone for a library or whispering in a lecture hall. He walked over to the other side of the circle, his back to Crowley, and started fussing with a rather clunky, inelegant, bulky machine, with odd wires and the like sticking out. It looked like a really bad prop to some 70 s or 80's grade B sci-fi flick. Static crackled a few times, it whined in protest, and finally a few pink-purple arcs jumped between the wires and the air changed. It smelled a bit sharp, there was a feeling of a low frequency hum, although nothing was heard.
"And I have...associates, shall we say...who can do a great many more." He turned back to Crowley, foot crossed behind the other, toes to heel, and spun. A prefect military about-face. "Call any you'd like, they will have even less power than you inside that little drawing." It wasn't a bluff.
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s or 80's grade B sci-fi flick. Static crackled a few times, it whined in protest, and finally a few pink-purple arcs jumped between the wires and the air changed. It smelled a bit sharp, there was a feeling of a low frequency hum, although nothing was heard.
"And I have...associates, shall we say...who can do a great many more." He turned back to Crowley, foot crossed behind the other, toes to heel, and spun. A prefect military about-face. "Call any you'd like, they will have even less power than you inside that little drawing." It wasn't a bluff.