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5/20/2020 2:18:08 PM
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Crowley drops out of a red portal that appeared in the sky, and face plants into the ground*
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Errol stops, surprised by Crowley’s appearance, though can’t help but let out a soft chuckle. He glances up at the portal with interest. “Fascinating,” he whispers before focusing on Crowley. “Are you all right, my friend?”
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“Yes I’m afraid.” Crowley shoots a blast of hellfire without even looking up, incinerating a Trandoshan that was dropping from the portal*
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“Afraid? Would you rather not be well?” He watches the portal and hellfire, an amused smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.
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“Correct. Now why do you have the grin on your face?”
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“No reason other than that I am learning many new things in one night of escaping that forsaken swamp. I do [i]love[/i] learning new things.” He offers a hand to help Crowley to his feet. As he does so, a bandage on his shoulder and blood dripping down his opposite hand is noticeable. “Now, what is your name, friend?”
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“Alexander Crowley. Lord of Hell.” Crowley takes his hand, and as he gets up, his eyes go back to their normal fiery red iris color*
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“A pleasure, Alexander Crowley, Lord of Hell.” Errol’s brow twitches as he speaks the final word, as though contemplating it. “May I ask what made you, say, [i]drop in[/i] the way you did?”
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“I was on Trandosha, and I got in a bar fight. I then stole a Jewel off a slaver merchant. I think it’s a Silmarilli.”
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“I will not lie to you. I am not familiar with those names.”
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“I don’t blame you. Not very many people do.” He takes a orange jewel out of his pocket, it’s blazing with a harsh light*
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“Most fascinating,” he says again. “I take it you have been to many places. May I ask if you have seen a specific person I am looking for? We have unfinished business that needs attending to...”
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“What kind of person? A person is extremely vague.” Crowley shrugs*
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“A tall lass with dark hair, green eyes and a scar on her face. She carries a bow of sorts with her. If you have ever spoken with her she has an accent like mine and is constantly apologizing for no reason other than her own nervousness.” As he describes her, a frown comes over his face.
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“Hm. What have you with this woman? Why do you need to find her? Out of curiosity.”
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Errol’s frown deepens. “As I said, business. And, unfortunately, our... conversation was cut short before we could finish, and now I haven’t an inkling of where she could be.”
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“Huh. Do you know her name?”
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Edited by Gingiebread: 5/20/2020 10:23:49 PM“Of course. Skye. She doesn’t have a surname.”
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“Never heard of her. I must get on my way now. Good day.” A portal appears beneath him and he falls through and disappears* [spoiler]how can I talk to Skye?[/spoiler]
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Edited by Gingiebread: 5/21/2020 1:33:40 AMErrol watches Crowley disappear and gives a frustrated sigh. “This place is [i]full[/i] of helpful people,” he grumbles as he continues his way. [spoiler]Is that RP you have with the portal still up? If not, you could probably talk to her when she shows up in another RP.[/spoiler]
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It is
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[spoiler]Would you be okay with Skye popping in?[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]oh sure. Besides. I don’t have anything to do. [/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Awesome, she should still be in the area around Offtopic city so it works :P[/spoiler]
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So then she can pop through that portal, and it’ll take her to Crowley directly.
