Been to Hell. Terrible place. Not as much fire and brimstone as people expect. More just... unpleasant company, paperwork, anguished cries. I try not to visit. I've been Hell's representative on Earth since the beginning.
[Crowley was wondering if, perhaps, the alcohol in his system had broken down finally. His head was still fuzzy, but it was far clearer than it had been in the last three hours.]
Are we friendly? If, by friendly, you mean try smiting eachother and carry a timeless grudge against eachother, then yes. If you mean, are they genuinely accepting of one another, no. The whole smiting and war thing.
[The demon tilted his head just so with curiosity when she began, stating how important it was. He wasn't prepared for what she asked, however. Normally relaxed and confident, Crowley was now very rigid and uncomfortable.]
Sat-- Lucif-- My Boss may be able to. We can possess humans if we felt like it, but it's not something one does often. Sharing a body is cramped and awkward. Like wearing shoes too small for your feet. I've got my own body, thank you very much, and I rather like it. I'd only possess a human if I'd been discorporated and sent back Below. The possession would be in a dire emergency to relay a message until such a time that I could get a new body and return to Earth. Not all demons share my affinity for my appearance.
[In other words, he didn't like possessing humans and it may or may not have to do with some form of morals he has, but he will make it sound like vanity to preserve his reputation.]
If another demon were to impersonate Him and they were caught, I don't imagine the Dark Council would be kind or lenient. A sentence of permanent death, I would imagine. As far as black holes, never tried. And if it's quite alright with you, I'd rather not test the theory. Demons aren't bound by physics, but black holes seem to have their own rules.
He isn't exactly chained. Not in my universe. [And if Rose was listening closely enough, she could hear a waver to his voice when he admitted that.]
Euh, don't. Don't call me Mr. Crowley. Just Crowley. I hadn't anything to do with Mr. Crowley. Bit loony, that one.
[When the Doctor's mind touched his and that reply bled through the static, Crowley's yellow eyes locked on the Doctor's brown ones.]
'You're leaving your mind far too open. That temptation or yours sought me out.' [He suspected the Doctor usually kept his mind locked up tight. Was something here hammering on those walls like they were warping his miracles?]
I suppose it wasn't. What did your tricorder tell you about me?
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[Crowley was wondering if, perhaps, the alcohol in his system had broken down finally. His head was still fuzzy, but it was far clearer than it had been in the last three hours.]
Are we friendly? If, by friendly, you mean try smiting eachother and carry a timeless grudge against eachother, then yes. If you mean, are they genuinely accepting of one another, no. The whole smiting and war thing.
[The demon tilted his head just so with curiosity when she began, stating how important it was. He wasn't prepared for what she asked, however. Normally relaxed and confident, Crowley was now very rigid and uncomfortable.]
Sat-- Lucif-- My Boss may be able to. We can possess humans if we felt like it, but it's not something one does often. Sharing a body is cramped and awkward. Like wearing shoes too small for your feet. I've got my own body, thank you very much, and I rather like it. I'd only possess a human if I'd been discorporated and sent back Below. The possession would be in a dire emergency to relay a message until such a time that I could get a new body and return to Earth. Not all demons share my affinity for my appearance.
[In other words, he didn't like possessing humans and it may or may not have to do with some form of morals he has, but he will make it sound like vanity to preserve his reputation.]
If another demon were to impersonate Him and they were caught, I don't imagine the Dark Council would be kind or lenient. A sentence of permanent death, I would imagine. As far as black holes, never tried. And if it's quite alright with you, I'd rather not test the theory. Demons aren't bound by physics, but black holes seem to have their own rules.
He isn't exactly chained. Not in my universe. [And if Rose was listening closely enough, she could hear a waver to his voice when he admitted that.]
Euh, don't. Don't call me Mr. Crowley. Just Crowley. I hadn't anything to do with Mr. Crowley. Bit loony, that one.
[When the Doctor's mind touched his and that reply bled through the static, Crowley's yellow eyes locked on the Doctor's brown ones.]
'You're leaving your mind far too open. That temptation or yours sought me out.' [He suspected the Doctor usually kept his mind locked up tight. Was something here hammering on those walls like they were warping his miracles?]
I suppose it wasn't. What did your tricorder tell you about me?