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Anthony J Crowley (serpentinedemon) wrote in utr_logs,
@ 2008-06-19 21:53:00

Entry tags:

anthony j crowley, aziraphale

Who: Aziraphale and Crowley
What: Chess (which is to say, who knows?)
When: Backdated to... Wednesday? Yesterday.
Warnings: There's no telling. We haven't quite decided, yet.

Crowley wasn't quite sure what to make of the sickeningly modern building the Angel had directed him to. Looking around the lobby, he decided it was something he could imagine himself designing- perhaps he had. He hardly remembered all of the designs he had created, over his decades in New York. Still, it was hardly the sort of thing he expected his ang- Aziraphale, to bother with.

Deciding to stop thinking so far into things, he simply willed himself to the Angel's front room, lounging over his disgustingly chic leather couch. Rather than announce his presence, he simply reached over to turn on the over-priced flat-screen TV, settling on one of his soaps. In Thai.

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	eastgateangel 2008-06-20 02:08 am UTC (link)
	"Really, my dear. You need to work on your entrances," Aziraphale had the chess board already set up, but tucked away against the wall, out of the way. He sighed at Crowley's television choice, but he'd expected nothing less. The demon was hopelessly addicted to his electronics. (Reply to this) (Thread)

	serpentinedemon 2008-06-20 02:17 am UTC (link)
	"Had you expected the fire, wings, and eyes motif? I could indulge you, dear, if you wanted." He turned and gave the Angel a slight look over, scoffing at the surprisingly fashionable style of his dress. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	eastgateangel 2008-06-20 02:19 am UTC (link)
	"You know I do find your wings most fascinating. Fire, however, is not a good idea, given the location." Zira let his eyes drift toward the ceiling, for emphasis. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	serpentinedemon 2008-06-20 02:22 am UTC (link)
	"Honestly, dear. Like I would lose control of my display so easily." Crowley rolled his eyes, moving to stand and shed his coat- any excuse, to stretch his wings out. He was a rather vain creature, and it depressed him, to have to keep himself hidden all the time. "So, you were saying something of a game of chess?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	eastgateangel 2008-06-20 02:26 am UTC (link)
	"Indeed," Zira nodded and the chess board moved itself from the corner to the center of the room. Zira mirrored Crowley in uncurling his wings, allowing them to spread out behind him. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

serpentinedemon
2008-06-20 02:29 am UTC (link)

The demon's attention was held by the irridescent shimmer behind his old friend's body, but he looked away once he realized he might be considered 'staring', instead heading for the board. He took the blacks, as he usually did, before a thought occurred to him. A second later, the bottle of expensive liquor Aziraphale had supplied him appeared, along with a pair of tumblers.

"There. Much better,"

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	eastgateangel 2008-06-20 02:38 am UTC (link)
	"Much better," Zira agreed. He poured a generous amount into each tumbler, and held one out to Crowley. He sipped his, as he contemplated the board. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	serpentinedemon 2008-06-20 02:40 am UTC (link)
	He took the glass, taking a sip as his free hand waved over the board. He'd concede the first move to the Angel, if only to give him time to enjoy more of the whiskey. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	eastgateangel 2008-06-20 02:43 am UTC (link)
	Zira wasn't foolish enough to expect a fair game, from either side of the board. Both were subtle enough that cheating had become part of the routine and the expectation. Still, Zira played an honest move, at least to start the game. He leaned back in his seat, and sipped his drink, watching Crowley over the rim of his glass. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	serpentinedemon 2008-06-20 02:55 am UTC (link)
	The demon gave a fair move as well, actually bothering to reach and move the piece by hand, rather than just wave it moved. It was a sign of thought, that he couldn't be bothered to focus enough to just magic things around. Something was Off, but he couldn't decide what. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	eastgateangel 2008-06-20 02:59 am UTC (link)
	Zira appreciated the honesty in Crowley's move, but then it was still early in the game. There would be little in the way of tradition if they didn't play for a while before Crowley started with the distraction and cheating. "I rather sort of like it here." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

serpentinedemon
2008-06-20 03:03 am UTC (link)

"Really? It hardly seems your.. style, dear, to be honest. Too much..." He waved a hand, unsure of how to put into words what was different about it. The Angel had always been so... proper, with his books and his tea and his stupid sweatervests. The redirect, to tight jeans and whiskey and celebrity wasn't sitting well with the demon.

He might have been jealous- it was a valid emotion for a demon. He simply thought he was past all that, where Aziraphale was concerned.

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	eastgateangel 2008-06-20 03:06 am UTC (link)
	"Too much...what, dear?" Zira asked, leaning forward, elbow propped on the table. "Too much modern decor? Too much celebrity? Too much sex and sin?" He waved his other hand as if to dismiss the thoughts. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

serpentinedemon
2008-06-20 03:12 am UTC (link)

When he put it that way...

"Basically, yes. My little Angel's all grown up, and starting to sin. I could very well shed a tear," He mockingly put a finger to the corner of his eye, as he willed a piece to move across the board.

He sobered up once his move was done. "It's simply strange, is what I'm saying. Haven't you thought to ask why this place is so... different?" Had the tables been turned, and Crowley been the one in the lap of luxury, he probably wouldn't have decided to question, but given the state of affairs-

Oh, alright, he was jealous. He huffed a sigh, taking another drink of whiskey. "Never mind it, Angel. You're right, I'll give it up,"

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	eastgateangel 2008-06-20 03:14 am UTC (link)
	"Pish, you old serpent," Zira drew a breath and exhaled a dramatic sigh. "What is it you're to do here? Or is that the problem?" He was starting to put things together. He straightened, and circled the rim of his tumbler with a finger. "My dear, are you jealous?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

serpentinedemon
2008-06-20 03:16 am UTC (link)

"Bored," Crowley corrected automatically, stiffenign out of reflex as he took another drink to give himself time to decide how to answer.

"For it seems I don't do anything, here. And given my main source of entertainment is thwarted by humanity's refusal to bat an eye at a good scare, I must find better ways to manage my time," Which, apparently consisted of complaining to Aziraphale, for now.

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	eastgateangel 2008-06-20 03:21 am UTC (link)
	Zira nodded. He reached out and moved a piece on the chess board. "Have you considered performing, dear? All I could think, when I was on that stage, was how dearly you would love it. All those girls screaming my name, lifting their shirts, and tossing their spoiled panties on stage. My dear, it seems the ideal situation, for one of your particular interest." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

serpentinedemon
2008-06-20 03:24 am UTC (link)

He seemed to consider it then, shrugging a shoulder and moving another piece, putting the angel in Check. "It could do, I suppose, but the challenge isn't quite there. I'll be honest, I'm starting to crave a good, old-fashioned riot, if only to get a bit of... feeling again, you know?" Of course he didn't, he wasn't supposed to, being an angel. But he could at least claim to, for the sake of conversation.

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eastgateangel
2008-06-20 03:32 am UTC (link)

Zira studied the board, and after a moment clicked his tongue. "I'm sure you could come up with something to satisfy your restlessness, dear. Have you considered crossing the phone lines, perhaps? Changing a few road signs? You've always said the problem with Hell is that it lacks imagination, but you, you are a creative problem solver, my dear. Can you think of nothing to get your rocks off?"

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	serpentinedemon 2008-06-20 03:34 am UTC (link)
	The phrasing had an eyebrow arching, as Crowley glanced up at Aziraphale, catching his eye. "Listen to you, my dear. Enabling my... baser talents. Dare I say, this new you is..." He shook his head, moving a piece without looking down at the board. "I could think of plenty to 'get my rocks off', I must simply work on gathring the resources to do so," (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	eastgateangel 2008-06-20 03:36 am UTC (link)
	"I'm rather tired of being pure as the driven snow, my dear, and quite honestly, the analogy doesn't fit my new lifestyle." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	serpentinedemon 2008-06-20 03:40 am UTC (link)
	He couldn't hide the smirk, amused, as he gave the Angel a more thorough look over. "Excuse me, but who might you be, and what have you done with the guardian of the East Gate, and the stick that was once perpetually lodged up his non-existant sphyncter?" His wings ruffled as he let out a soft laugh, moving another piece. "Check," (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	eastgateangel 2008-06-20 03:42 am UTC (link)
	"Now that he actually has a sphyncter, my dear, well," Zira cleared his throat and shifted in his seat. "Well, now there's a whole new set of rules." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	serpentinedemon 2008-06-20 03:50 am UTC (link)
	"Oh? Would you care to fill me in on those rules, Angel?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	eastgateangel 2008-06-20 03:56 am UTC (link)
	Zira made a move on the board, easily putting Crowley in check. he smiled a devious smile. "I'm afraid telling you is against the rules, my dear." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)