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taxonomites2009-08-01 11:04 am
crowzley.livejournal.com) wrote in taxonomites2009-08-01 11:04 am
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one; [holo]; the first day of the rest of their lives
Crowley, not under-optimistic but slightly paranoid, could never shake the feeling that once something was over, it was never really over. Kind of like James Brown collapsing onstage and 'miraculously' bursting back into life, but usually more unpleasant. He couldn't shake the thought as he drove himself and Aziraphale home, and he certainly couldn't shake it when he blinked - for Someone's sake, he really needed to stop that, even if it was only once in a while - and everything was gone. The jeep, Aziraphale, Lower Tadfield -- everything.
Fear settled in. Bugger. Bugger, bugger, bugger. Just when he'd thought he was safe, that all this was going to blow over and in a few years both Up There and Down Below would look back on it and have a good laugh -
"Er," he managed, tugging self-consciously at the knot of his tie, "Now, I know what you're thinking, and I know it probably involves a great deal of pain."
Crowley looked around the empty room. This was weird. There was no way Hell had got this high-tech without him knowing. He thought of the irony, though, of his own evil upgrade suggestions being used against him for Eternal Torment. And swallowed.
"But I'm sure we can just chalk all this up to a big misunderstanding and call it a day, eh? Yeah? No harm, no foul, all the more time to - er - you know, just do our jobs and - ah - keep making the world a --" Pacing a little on the platform, Crowley spotted the tablet, peering at it from under his sunglasses but not picking it up just yet. It could be a trap. Or it could start screaming details of his fate at him, like every other piece of electronic equipment had been doing lately.
... Bugger it, he wanted to investigate. It was flat and sleek and shiny and had buttons, and also brought the doubt in his mind even further to the forefront. Hell couldn't do this. Could they? Last he checked, the mobile phone concept was still way over their heads. They used computer towers like one might use a bag of bricks. And this was...
"Ooh. Transmitting? Erm - holo, eh? Hallo? Anyone on the other end?" Hopefully lacking torture implements and other nasty things, he thought, then stay far, far away.
"I come in... ngh... peace? And all that."
Fear settled in. Bugger. Bugger, bugger, bugger. Just when he'd thought he was safe, that all this was going to blow over and in a few years both Up There and Down Below would look back on it and have a good laugh -
"Er," he managed, tugging self-consciously at the knot of his tie, "Now, I know what you're thinking, and I know it probably involves a great deal of pain."
Crowley looked around the empty room. This was weird. There was no way Hell had got this high-tech without him knowing. He thought of the irony, though, of his own evil upgrade suggestions being used against him for Eternal Torment. And swallowed.
"But I'm sure we can just chalk all this up to a big misunderstanding and call it a day, eh? Yeah? No harm, no foul, all the more time to - er - you know, just do our jobs and - ah - keep making the world a --" Pacing a little on the platform, Crowley spotted the tablet, peering at it from under his sunglasses but not picking it up just yet. It could be a trap. Or it could start screaming details of his fate at him, like every other piece of electronic equipment had been doing lately.
... Bugger it, he wanted to investigate. It was flat and sleek and shiny and had buttons, and also brought the doubt in his mind even further to the forefront. Hell couldn't do this. Could they? Last he checked, the mobile phone concept was still way over their heads. They used computer towers like one might use a bag of bricks. And this was...
"Ooh. Transmitting? Erm - holo, eh? Hallo? Anyone on the other end?" Hopefully lacking torture implements and other nasty things, he thought, then stay far, far away.
"I come in... ngh... peace? And all that."