Light of May ::: an original roleplay

Brace yourselves.

Who: Crowley, Sunny and Crowley's familiar Magali (NPC)
Where: UofM Hospital
When: Early evening

"We woke up in an abandoned amusement park, there were cannibal clowns, we had to run from them." Crowley had said this countless times since he had gotten out of the high school that morning. He had been disoriented and a little shocked into silence, but he was fine - and he had lost count of how many times he had said that, too. All he wanted now was to go home, shower, eat and then sleep for a week in an actual bed. But did they let him? No. No, they needed to do more tests, some more invasive than others. They hadn't even let him check on the others he had been with. Last he had seen them - and really he had only seen MacKenna upclose - they looked all right, but Crowley really wanted to make sure. And there were other, more pressing things he could be doing instead of being grilled for information in a setup that was one single lampshade away from a spy movie. "I have to get back to the school and get my uncle's car." He muttered to himself after realizing that unless he was mentioning aliens or demons no one was listening. Crowley had, at some point, started to wonder how his uncle had managed when the car keys had been with his nephew inside the school the entire time. He had asked to call - also countless times. But they had taken his phone - and his wallet, and his uncle's keys and his clothes and shoes - and kept saying how his things were being kept safe in a ziplock bag and would be returned to him when he was done.

Was he ever going to be done?

Barring the slightly high blood pressure and heart-rate - no doubt from the fact that he had just gotten out of the school after being stuck in there for a week forced to live through an alternate reality where people with sharp teeth wanted to tear him apart with said teeth and the government had been grinding him for information ever since, as he had pointed out - Crowley was the very picture of health. Or so he had been told. They seemed to be shocked even though he had heard all kids examined so far sported no permanent injuries or side-effects from whatever had happened inside the high school.

Nearing the end of the lovely afternoon Crowley had been give his ziplock bag along with a juice box and a vending machine sandwich. He ignored the food and got dressed, feeling utterly ridiculous in homecoming garb at the hospital ten days later. The second his shoes were on and his things were in his pockets Crowley grabbed the food and shuffled out the room he had been put in. There were lots of people there, lots of worried faces. Hopefully his uncle would be one of them.

He moved through the halls he knew too damn well already, finding the path to the elevators easily. Out the corner of his eye he saw something impossibly red coming at him, and as he heard his name being called with a thick Brazilian accent Crowley let the juice box hang from his teeth by the tiny straw, bracing for slight heaviness on his shoulder. "Hey Magali. My uncle around?"

Who: Angeline and Domina
Where: The Moriarty mansion (Angeline's room)
When: Night time

It did not escape Angeline that, considering what she had recently been through, she ought to be feeling a lot happier, lighter and more relieved than she was presently. And she would have been, if not for recent events gnawing at her mind, making her face twist into a cruel sneer and a million different ways to cruelly murder a few people pass in front of her eyes like a movie. It also did not help that from the second she had stepped foot outside of the hospital her parents - more so her mother - had not left her alone. There had been questions, hugs, promises of payback, all perfectly unnecessary displays that did her current mood no favors. Once they had finally gotten it all out of their systems and left her to 'rest' in her room, resting against a veritable mountain of fluffy pillows, Angeline had felt more relief than she had felt overall about the experience.

She was weary, that was for sure, but that was decidedly not what was bothering her. In seeing the seeds for betrayal in those despicable little people - and in showing some of her own true colors, for her sins - Angeline had awakened something very dire within herself. Worst of all, she had no qualms about letting it run free. It did not take her long after being left alone to decide that she would focus on magic - black magic, magic to hurt - more than she had ever focused on anything else. Her main goal at this time was going to be forcing those petty little things into their place, or make them suffer for not complying. Dramatic? Oh, absolutely.

They had seen nothing yet.

Who: Bella and Odin
Where: Sunny's Diner
When: At around 12pm

It had been with a spring in his step that Odin had left his home; prim, proper and ready to resume his life - more specifically, his dating life. Muninn had, of course, warned him many times of the mistake he was making in hiding his true nature from Bella, but then ravens knew nothing of human relationships. You did not just spring that up on someone, however much you liked them.

No, he was taking everything slowly, his revelation slowest of all. Right now Odin was focusing on having a lovely lunch and making up for lost time. Someone else might feel silly for wanting to touch his date's hands so much, but Odin had lived long enough not to care one bit. The heart wanted what it wanted, and what his wanted was Bella's hands between his. He could practically see Cels rolling her eyes in his mind at that.

Arriving a minute or two before twelve, Odin made his way into the diner and took a seat on the first booth after the door so Bella could find him easily. He ordered a strawberry and vanilla milkshake to start, telling the waitress he was expecting someone and would not make his food order before then. As he waited, Odin busied himself touching everything, from the seats to the table to the salt and pepper shakers with a silly grin in his face. There were visions, but they were no longer terrifying. Odin was ecstatic.