CROWLEY
Demon
Posts: 74
Played by:
ANGE
Last seen Mar 21, 2024 19:57:17 GMT
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Post by CROWLEY on Apr 12, 2023 18:57:05 GMT
How many of Azazel’s special kids were strolling around in here? Crowley narrowed his eyes as he strolled down the hallway at the school. Salvatore’s School for the Young & Gifted. Ha! He turned on the spot, watching as what he was sure was a vampire went jogging down the hallway. Young was optimistic in a fair few cases. Being turned as a teenager didn’t make you young, it just meant you were stuck in a teenager’s body forever – hell complete with hormones and an eternal case of teenaged tantrums. At least the acne cleared up, one small bonus out of the far longer list of what most would’ve seen as cons against living forever.
The demon clucked his tongue and turned back, working his way deeper into the building. There were probably still a handful of old Yellow Eyes’ special projects around here. Like Sam Winchester most probably had that deluded belief that they could make sure they ended up on the hero’s side in all of this. He wasn’t about to break it to them, but that was never the way it worked with Hell. Crowley huffed out a breath, squinting at the name plates on the doors as the classrooms petered out and the offices started to cluster on either side of the hallway. Once that corruption was in your blood there really wasn’t much of a chance to get rid of it. It held on like an antibiotic resistant infection, just waiting for its moment to raise its ugly head again. The only one who’d done his time down there and had come out smelling entirely like roses was Henrik.
Mikaelson. Hello. He gave that door a second look before he scooted past it. It looked like the Original family didn’t only have one egg in the basket here. The figure behind it wasn’t Henrik’s – close by no dice. Family had been all that the kid had wanted back then and while this town had been festering under Lucifer’s thumb Henrik had found what he’d desperately wanted. His brothers and sisters, a woman to love, a couple of sprogs of his own. What wasn’t perfect in all of that? Maybe the threats that still lurked out there like dark clouds on the horizon, some stinking of sulphur and brimstone, others with his own blood in their veins. Rock, meet hard place.
Crowley felt that squeeze himself as he turned another corner and brushed past a student who was rushing off somewhere without even glancing at him. While Luci and his little lap dog were still lurking around here there wasn’t gonna be any place in this town – including here – where he wasn’t feeling it. Who knew when that heavy hand would come down on his shoulder to drag him out from under his rock. He’d tried to make contingencies for it later, dropping in on the Winchesters like he was Scrooge paying a return visit to the ghostly pains in his arse – past, present and if Ben didn’t end up getting himself killed again, future. Who knew if any of them would actually have the guts to try and get rid of the devil himself.
Puffing out his frustration and doubts, Crowley finally stopped in front of another door. Mikaelson. Mark II. He dipped down, catching sight of his surrogate son through one of the thin panes of glass. A teacher, just like his old man, it was enough to warm his dead little heart. Straightening up, Crowley rapped his knuckles on the door, swinging it open without waiting for the greeting. He stepped inside, that ever-confident grin on his face. ”This makes a change,” he said breezily, glancing around the office. ”Suits ya. I guess the bar’s doin’ well enough without ya.” His fiancée would make sure of that. She was probably already preparing for the battle of happy hour.
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HENRIK MIKAELSON
Warlock
Posts: 404
Age:
26/1000+
Occupation:
Teacher, Bartender
Status:
Engaged
Partner:
Olivia Campbell
Played by:
Emma
Last seen Apr 26, 2024 22:21:51 GMT
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Post by HENRIK MIKAELSON on Nov 5, 2023 19:52:26 GMT
Even now there were still times when Henrik found himself counting his blessings. He had an amazing family, an incredible fiancée and he had two jobs that he loved. He spent most of his time these days working at the Salvatore School but he still helped out at the bar when Olivia needed him or when he had some free time on his hands. It gave them the chance to spend some time together and that was never going to be a bad thing as far as Henrik was concerned. The kids were older now so they didn’t need the two of them around as much anymore but there was still so much going on that Henrik wanted to protect them from. Raziel was determined to wipe out everyone who was supernatural and that meant everyone that Henrik cared about. He knew that he wasn’t going to let that happen, they’d faced horrible odds before and still managed to come out on top and he knew that he needed to believe that it was going to be the same this time around. There was too much at stake this time and Henrik knew that he wasn’t going to give up until they found a way to stop the angel. Right now Henrik had finished teaching his classes for the day which meant that his time was his own but he had plenty of papers still go grade. It was with that in mind that he found himself sitting in his office reading through what felt like the hundredth paper of the day. A school like this wouldn’t have seemed possible while Henrik was growing up, he never could have imagined something like this but he was glad that it was different for his kids and Hope. They had the chance to grow up and learn in a place where they felt safe surrounded by others who were different like them. They didn’t have to hide who or what they were within these walls and that was what Henrik had wanted for them. It had seemed perfect when he had learned that Ric and Jenna were thinking of opening a school for supernatural kids like theirs and Henrik had known that he wanted to be a part of it so he was glad that he had that chance. Looking up from the paper he was grading as someone knocked on the door of his office, he was half expecting to see Kol or Ric standing there or one of the kids but instead it was Crowley and Henrik felt a smile form on his face. “I don’t know about that, I’ve been working here for a few years now,” he chuckled, getting up from his seat at his desk and making his way over to Crowley before drawing him into a hug. “The bar’s always doing well but I still help out there when I can,” he admitted as he let Crowley go and took a half step backwards. “It’s good to see you but I’m surprised you made it through the gates. What did you tell them?” he asked, knowing that there were security measures in place for a reason. He wouldn’t be surprised if whoever let Crowley in didn’t know who exactly they were letting through, he was the former King of Hell after all, but Henrik was happy to see him. “To what do I do the pleasure?”CROWLEY
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CROWLEY
Demon
Posts: 74
Played by:
ANGE
Last seen Mar 21, 2024 19:57:17 GMT
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Post by CROWLEY on Dec 8, 2023 19:06:29 GMT
If a place like this had existed when he was a kid, there was no way on earth Rowena would’ve sent him to it. There might’ve been power singing in her veins – not half as much as she thought there was – but she’d seen none of herself in him. He was the weight pulling at her skirts, the painful little reminder of getting tossed aside by a man who might’ve given her a little more of the power she so desperately wanted. That was where she’d always been short sighted. Rowena had not seen who little Fergus could be. The fool. The only thing that ever caught that woman’s eye was powerful men and they were the ones who had little time or regard for her – him included these days.
Unlike her, Crowley thought of himself as being a visionary. He’d looked into his metaphorical crystal ball and had seen a time when a powerful warlock might come in handy – along with the favours his brothers and sisters (arguably the most powerful family walking the earth) - would owe said demon a big one for getting their little brother back after centuries on the other side. There was barely a spark of power in him, but he had known enough to carry on training Henrik as his ace in the hole after he’d got the boy out. With each passing month had come something more fatherly – a miracle considering how badly he’d stuffed it up with Gavin – leaving him a mirror image of everything Rowena had managed to get wrong.
There was a little burst of pride in his gut as he walked in to find the Mikaelson he’d been in search of marking papers. Crowley supposed he would’ve been brainy enough to become a teacher if he’d wanted to, but Rowena had smacked any real desire to work out of him long before that. He’d preferred drinking to dressing some fancy pants git up for that month’s ball. That’d been a slippery path, but look where it had got him, hey? On the run from Lucifer himself, looking to take back his throne when someone else got rid of his Luci problem for him, and twiddling his thumbs around town in the middle of the afternoon, because being practically anywhere else was just asking for it.
Crowley twirled a finger in the air, indicating the school around them. ”Makes a change for me,” he adjusted. ”It’s always been the bar before.” A nice, public, relatively anonymous place where he wouldn’t be leading Luci’s people right to Henrik’s doorstep and his kids. You’d have to be tapped to believe that their association wasn’t painting a target on Henrik’s back. Crowley patted the spot where it would’ve been as Henrik rose to hug him. ”Just to keep an eye on the missus?” he asked, a grin tugging at his lips as his brows rose. The place had been hers, and Crowley supposed this had become Henrik’s. The smile that Crowley wore was pure innocence. He took his time answering, settling down in the visitor’s chair. ”Told ‘em I was family. Not sure if they actually believed me. I haven’t got that ‘Mikaelson’ look about me, but it got me in the door at least.” These days ‘I’m the sodding king of Hell’ didn’t open as many doors as it had once done. ”It’d be a while,” Crowley admitted as he looked back at Henrik. ”Thought I’d better back in, let you know I’m still alive and kickin’. I’m guessin’ you’ve been managin’ to avoid all the trouble ‘round here?” The school had to be as big a magnet for it as the Mikaelson family were.
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