February112013
angelbladesanddemonblades:
“There are a number of different methods that would work.” Crowley replied thoughtfully, scratching at the stubble on his chin. “I think the most entertaining would be sacrificing virgins though, that’s always a good laugh. The Winchesters have the Colt for now so yes, the blood sacrifice is the best option. I’ll have a chat to Lilith and see what she can sort out.”
Loki swapped a confused glance with The Master who stared dumbfounded at Crowley, “In English?” He asked.
(Source: stormageddon-pond)
11AM
angelbladesanddemonblades:
“If you’re all quite finished with sorting out who’s going to kill whom, I’d like to actually decide what we’re going to do. I, for one, am all in favour of opening up a few gates of hell to see how they deal with it. Triggering the apocalypse would be nice too.” Crowley chuckled. Snapping his fingers, a map of Europe appeared in his hand which he unrolled and spread across the table at the edge of the darkened room in which they were standing.
“Personally, my favourite hell-gates are here, here and here.” The three spots glowed bright red with the touch of his fingertips.
The Master stared at the dots for a second, a small smile lighting his face, then he appeared to remember something and the smile fell immediately, “I thought we were being subtle?”
Loki sighed, “But that’s so boring!”
(Source: stormageddon-pond)
4AM
angelbladesanddemonblades:
Crowley grinned in delight. This was finally happening. He would finally get his chance to take down those Winchester boys who’d plagued his life for years. “You lot can do whatever you want with the ‘Avengers’ and their allies but the Winchesters are mine, you understand. I want them to suffer for all my progeny they have slain.”
The Master nodded in agreement, adding “If anyone touches the Doctor or that bloody Time Agent, I’ll age them 500 years. Got it?”
“What’s so special about them?” Loki enquired.
Flames lit The Master’s eyes, “The Doctor and I have a score to settle. He’s caused me a fair amount of trouble in the past. And the time agent is a part of his package.”
“I see. Well. I supposed we had better get started.” Loki aimed at Jim who was twiddling a set of keys between his fingers.
(Source: stormageddon-pond)
February102013
interpreterofgeeks:
Crowley looked on in amusement, repeatedly summoning then banishing a little red flame in his palm. He snapped his fingers and suddenly appeared in the centre of the group. Addressing his contemporaries, he stated, forcefully “We’re not getting anywhere like this. I shall assume leadership of this little gang as without my command, we will be defeated by our ‘good’ counterparts in seconds.
“We need to come up with some kind of plan. Something that not even the great Sherlock Holmes could predict.”
“Okay well, we leave Moriarty out. Because he’s human,” The Master stated clearly, ignoring Jim’s look of annoyance, “Which leaves us with a timelord, demon and….Whatever you are.” He glanced at Loki.
“Frost giant. God of mischief. Were you not listening?”
“No. Anyway, as he’s not allowed in the plan, Jim can organise, any ideas?” He asked his suited companion.
(Source: stormageddon-pond, via steel-and-snow)
2PM
interpreterofgeeks:
“An enemy?” Crowley scoffed. “More like a whole army of them. Which is why I need your help. As much as it pains me to say it, even the King of Hell can’t take on this lot alone. What do you propose we do then, Westwood?”
He shot a questioning look at the gum-chewer who in turn glanced at the short man fiddling with a contraption that looked rather like a screwdriver as if to say “You take this one.”
The Master sighed heavily, “Don’t try and take over the world. I attempted that. Got me killed. We need to be subtle. Take them down from within.” He pointed his screwdriver at the chair the majestic one was sat on, necessarily destroying it, causing him to fall to the floor in a pile of robes.
“Mewling quim.” Loki muttered, picking himself up and brushing the dirt that coloured his clothes.
(via steel-and-snow)
2PM
It was all rather awkward.
The Master glanced round at his companions. The skinny irish one, the majestic one with the goat horn helmet and the demon in the suit.
“What the hell are we all doing here? And who the hell are you all?” He asked, aiming his question at the Irish one who had organised the event.
