005: Audio (Black Bars Curse)

[itsjustafruit]

What are you gawking at? Never seen a naked person before?

Look, can you car--

[Someone, presumably whomever Crowley's speaking to, makes an unintelligible comment and starts to laugh until the laugh is cut off, turning to a strangled scream that recedes as though the screamer is running very far away, very fast.]

Inconvenient.

[Crowley is naked, and per canon, angels (which Crowley started out as, tyvm) are "sexless unless they really want to make an effort." He's not making the effort, and he has acquired the turntable he was so... ahem... excited by, so he's unwilling to turn into a snake and leave it behind. Naked, Ken doll!Crowley at your service for action, voice, or video that the City will happily turn on at inconvenient moments.]

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Hi Ivy, ltns

[itsjustafruit]

[Mr. Crowley? Who's the kid and her ventriloquist owl?]

Have we met?

how much is okay for her to know?

[archivy]

No. We have not.

Anything's cool, just don't clue him in that he got the wrong antichrist

[itsjustafruit]

I didn't think I had that much of a reputation, nudity notwithstanding.

gotcha o/

[archivy]

You do not. [ The owl tilts his head. ] She's the Archive.

[ Because that explains everything. ]

[itsjustafruit]

I'm sure that means something where you're from, owl, but not to me.

[archivy]

I am the sum of human knowledge in my world. [ And here. ]

[itsjustafruit]

[It takes a lot to impress him, but...]

But can you play the piano?

[archivy]

No. I have the theoretical knowledge, but not the muscle memory. [ A beat. ] And my hands are still too small for some pieces.

[itsjustafruit]

[He'd be disturbed were it not for two things - one, this isn't his world and thus he has no compelling need to stick to the Plan, and two, he quite likes himself and has nothing really to hide here anyway.]

So you knew the answer to your owl friend's question? And why?

[archivy]

Yes. [ A beat. ] He is my soul, but he doesn't have all of my knowledge.

[ The owl narrows his eyes. ] That's because I'm your soul.

[itsjustafruit]

How do you know me if you're the sum of human knowledge in your world?

Also, your soul's kind of a smartass.

[archivy]

My powers extend to this world when I'm in it.

[ She shrugs, but the owl is preening. ]

[itsjustafruit]

How are you still alive? Not that I'm going to be the one to change that, but there are people here who like their secrets.

[archivy]

It is my purpose to preserve knowledge, not to distribute it. And I have hired a bodyguard.

[ That, and she has ample ability to protect herself. ]

[itsjustafruit]

That's not really my lookout. [He'll just slot her in with prophets as being part of the Plan and not His Problem.]

But where's your bodyguard now?

[archivy]

I don't require constant supervision.

[itsjustafruit]

Isn't that the point of a bodyguard? To guard your body when you're out and exposed with your little soul fluttering about antagonizing strangers?

[archivy]

I do not need constant supervision, Mr Crowley. [ Of that she is quite certain. There's more to the Archive than she lets anyone know, an extent to her powers that not even Raymond knows about.

She needs a babysitter more than a bodyguard, really. ]

[itsjustafruit]

You said that, and if you know all this about me, you know that I prefer Crowley to Mr. Crowley.

[archivy]

It is not polite to take the liberty, though.

[itsjustafruit]

Is it polite to take the liberty of calling me by name without an introduction?

[archivy]

Politer than taking even more liberty.

[itsjustafruit]

And now unless you can help me with this box, it's not very polite to stand around talking to a naked [demon] man.

[archivy]

I wasn't looking. [ She hasn't been, beyond the first once-over. ] I will leave you to it.