video/ mid-afternoon

[scotch_egg]

[This was bullocks. This was absolute bullocks. He felt like he'd stepped into a rerun of the bloody Xfactor or whatever it was. Reincarnation, memories from another life, nonsense. Absolute rubbish. Yet he couldn't stop dreaming about it. Every night it had happened. The girl in the water, pulling her out, some agony tight in his chest-- and-- incredible loneliness. Incredible grief. More than once he'd woken up in tears and so was running on as little sleep as possible.

So when he appears on the feed, he's looking haggard and cross. He's never been much for technology. He's also wanted to avoid touching this... supernatural disaster-- but he's exhausted all other possibilities short of going to therapy and if it is connected to this-- organization, maybe someone can give him a clue]

My name is Crowley. I'm looking for a missing girl, about eleven to fourteen. Shoulder length dirty-blonde or brunette hair, wearing a locket. Heart shaped. If anyone's seen her, or knows anything about her, let me know.

Or if anyone can tell me about the Bureau. The truth about the Bureau. Not the interdimensional whatever it is. How prevalent are they? How prevalent are 'we'? Is anyone doing any sort of investigating at all?

[and while he knew it wasn't a good idea to question so openly on their own network, he needed information. And it would be interesting to see what they did with this threat, if anything.]

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[scotch_egg]

[that's always been bullocks and they both know it.]

The sooner we do it, the sooner it will be over.

[he wants to tell him to stay away from Fell, but knows that will only drive him toward the man. He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose before rubbing a hand over his face and leaning forward. He didn't look at Anthony as he said]

I know you don't want me here and I know you're capable of making your own decisions. I'm not trying to upset your life or control it in any way. I'll even lie if I have to to keep Aunt Evelyn off your back. Just... don't shut me out, alright? Let me just-- do this. For one year. Maybe a little over. By next June I'll be out of your hair, I promise. Can we agree to that?

[serpentinthegarden]

You've changed your tune.

[ And it was sort of suspicious how quickly that had happened but... it did sound like a promising offer. Anything to keep mom happy and off his back. ]

One year.

[ He held out his hand in a 'shake on it' gesture. It was either that or pinky swear!]

[scotch_egg]

[he'd rather Anthony be open with him in as much as he was capable rather than tracking him down twenty-four seven. He felt the smallest twinge of disappointment as well, as if some small part of him was hoping that Anthony would want him to stay. But that was ridiculous as they'd never got on and this was the last thing he wanted.

He shook his hand because they weren't children any more. It wasn't the most satisfying ending to all of it but he knew that Anthony would want to be rid of him and he had to grade some essays that he didn't want to read and the kids didn't want to write.]

See you, then. [without preamble he went and paid for both of their coffees and would be out the door unless his cousin wanted to stop him]

[serpentinthegarden]

[ Anthony stayed where he was, just sipping his coffee and watching as his cousin fled. It was fine like this. It hadn't been the most stunning of reunions but they hadn't punched each other out so... baby steps. They had a deal and hopefully that would keep both of them out of trouble.

He waved though, as Alec hit the door. It might not have been seen giving the speed of his retreat but 'see ya' was still thought. ]