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outside_omens2005-08-05 02:17 am
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Date: August 4th, 1999, a little after noon
Setting: Soho, London
Status: Private - Hastur, Ligur, Crowley
Summary: Nothing better than your own private bonfire
Hastur lurked moodily in a narrow alleyway and watched as Ligur sneaked around the back of the shabby bookshop for a bit of a skulk. When he saw the flames beginning to lick up the side of the building he grinned happily to himself and thought of Crawly sitting in his poncy flat with his bloody ansaphone, blissfully unaware. He pulled a large black contraption out of his pocket and beat his fist against it until he heard a voice protesting from the other end.
"CRAWLY! YOU MIGHT WANT TO GET DOWN AND SEE HOW YOUR ANGEL IS."
He shouted into the phone - having not yet quite worked out how to use them - and then cackled loudly to himself.
"THOSE BOOKS BURN BEAUTIFULLY DON'T THEY?"
He hit the phone again until Crowley's rants stopped and shoved the thing back into his pocket and waited for Ligur to join him. It was going to be a lovely bonfire.
Setting: Soho, London
Status: Private - Hastur, Ligur, Crowley
Summary: Nothing better than your own private bonfire
Hastur lurked moodily in a narrow alleyway and watched as Ligur sneaked around the back of the shabby bookshop for a bit of a skulk. When he saw the flames beginning to lick up the side of the building he grinned happily to himself and thought of Crawly sitting in his poncy flat with his bloody ansaphone, blissfully unaware. He pulled a large black contraption out of his pocket and beat his fist against it until he heard a voice protesting from the other end.
"CRAWLY! YOU MIGHT WANT TO GET DOWN AND SEE HOW YOUR ANGEL IS."
He shouted into the phone - having not yet quite worked out how to use them - and then cackled loudly to himself.
"THOSE BOOKS BURN BEAUTIFULLY DON'T THEY?"
He hit the phone again until Crowley's rants stopped and shoved the thing back into his pocket and waited for Ligur to join him. It was going to be a lovely bonfire.