PARABOLICAL GRAFFITI

Hi there, does someone else got a question to ask me? The truth is fine and I am not going to smite people because they are curious. That fruit offer was all right, Crowley.

Have to say on the balance of things being alive is better all round.

Hopefully I still have my job. And that my weapons are still at my apartment. There was no beskar in the great beyond either so the ones I had were likely the best I'm gonna find.

Want me in tonight boss? I'm ready if you do.

All right, I'm done with this. It's been a few days of lounging in a hotel waiting for whatever I was sent here to do to show up so I can deal with it and go home, but I haven't gotten any messages and they're quiet when Freddie Mercury's on. Either they're messing with me or they're waiting for something to build up, and either way I need to be prepared for the longterm. If I wasn't already in their badbooks I'd fly back to London without a second thought, but my people don't like disobedience when it comes to disobeying THEM.

Damnit, has anyone seen an blond Englishman who dresses like it's the 50's, calls everyone "my dear", and is gayer than a tree full of monkeys on nitrous oxide? Maybe in some depressingly ancient bookstore? How about a twelve-year-old who recently averted the Apocolypse?

I'll need a flat, I'll need reliable speakers, and I'll need wine. Lots and lots of wine. I could use someone to discuss theological and philosophical querries with while drinking wine, but I guess I can live without that.

Los Amgeles, city of angels. Hah. I'm Crowley, what the he fuck is going on?

Right, so. Since I can't find a decent poker game to get into and I'm in need of cash for a fair stock on smokes, I've decided to let myself go for hire for a bit for those of you who can't properly defend themselves out against the big and bad. Any takers?