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[From here.]

They break atmo ten minutes later, flames licking at Serenity's nose before they drop into the cool, bright silence of the black. Wash lets go of the controls and drinks it in, letting out a slow breath, leaning back in his chair --

Wait.

Wash frowns. Wiggles the chair around.

It doesn't feel right.

He looks out the windscreen, and is met with an uncertain, unwelcome wariness that he can't place -- the briefest flash of red that he blinks back with a minute shiver.

After several minutes, he gets up, switches the controls over, and crosses to the co-pilot's chair, tumbling into the well-worn fabric with an audible sigh.

There. He leans his head back. That's better.

Some time later, he checks their band trajectory and engages a wave to Bentley Aeronautics.

Date: 2006-03-31 04:23 am (UTC)
aj_crawley: (bentley aeronautics)
From: [personal profile] aj_crawley
Upon connection, a soft, monotonous beep precedes a pleasant (if mechanised) female voice informing Wash that he is on hold; ID 'Bentley. Aeronautics.' is receiving another wave right now, but will be with him directly.

Date: 2006-03-31 04:46 am (UTC)
aj_crawley: (andronicus - grin)
From: [personal profile] aj_crawley
Eventually, however, a bar appears on the screen; its three segments light up, one after the other - bleep, bleep, bleep - before Crowley's face flickers into view on the screen, the trappings of his office visible behind him.

"...Well, well, well. Wèi, Wash."

Date: 2006-03-31 05:00 am (UTC)
aj_crawley: (andronicus - grin)
From: [personal profile] aj_crawley
"...Busily," he decides after a moment, "but not badly."

He leans back momentarily, half-rising from his chair as he cranes to check something behind the screen, and then sits back down again, pushing his sunglasses up on his head.

"You? How's glorious freedom treating you?"

Date: 2006-03-31 05:12 am (UTC)
aj_crawley: (andronicus - scar)
From: [personal profile] aj_crawley
"Well, believe me when I say," he says simply, "that I know exactly what you mean."

Date: 2006-03-31 05:25 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] aj_crawley
"Nothing massively life-changing," he says with a shrug. "Yet, anyway. But business is booming, as ever, and a certain electoral candidate's popularity is starting to climb pretty fast."

Date: 2006-04-01 02:56 am (UTC)
aj_crawley: (andronicus - grin)
From: [personal profile] aj_crawley
"His platform is solid, and his integrity and philosophy appeals to a wide range of population sectors, without the need for spin. I fully respect his decision not to engage in manipulative tactics."






Snort.

Date: 2006-04-01 03:12 am (UTC)
aj_crawley: (andronicus - grin)
From: [personal profile] aj_crawley
He tuts disapprovingly.

Sort of.

"Ehehehaaanyway. I hear the way the criminal underbelly passes time in the clink is asking each other what's the first thing they'll do when they get out. You have any plans?"

Date: 2006-04-01 03:22 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] aj_crawley
"I fully support this plan," he says, nodding. "Lounging around, using your newfound privacy to... catch up on some reading..."

Date: 2006-04-01 03:37 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] aj_crawley
" - FUCK OFF," Crowley manages to choke out, before creasing up with laughter.

Date: 2006-04-01 03:48 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] aj_crawley
"I don't even think there're any copies still around," he says through his sniggers. "'Less Aziraphael has one, maybe. I mean, what do I even say? 'Hey, here, read about the thrilling tale of me helping to save the 'verse through incompetence'?"

Date: 2006-04-01 04:01 am (UTC)
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"He used to - oh, fuck."

He's pinching the bridge of his nose, now, and trying not to start laughing uncontrollably again.

"He used to wear these, these huge jumpers," Crowley illustrates by extending his arms around him, "and then jackets over, and I told him, I said it wouldn't work in his favour, but noooo... Also, the hands. See the hands."

Date: 2006-04-01 04:14 am (UTC)
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"He was so. pissed. off. I'm not even kidding, insinuate something next time you see him having dessert and watch him get all prissy. Comedy gold."

It is, Crowley feels, one of those timeless classics - but then, Crowley's one of the ones that can get away with it, 99.99% of the time.

Plus, he likes Aziraphael's hands.

Date: 2006-04-01 04:20 am (UTC)
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"It began," he intones (as best he can, still shaking with laughter as he is), "as all such epic tales do. We met them down the pub."

Date: 2006-04-01 04:30 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] aj_crawley
"Not exactly," he temporises, "though I'm pretty sure they did think we were batshit, until Aziraphael turned Neil's pint into water. And then back into a better pint."

Date: 2006-04-01 04:55 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] aj_crawley
"I'm still not even sure exactly why we did it," he says, shaking his head. "Except that - I mean, these people almost were all wiped out, and they'd never know, and... just, you know when something so huge happens, and you just need to tell anyone, 'cos you can barely even believe it happened yourself?"

Date: 2006-04-01 05:07 am (UTC)
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"So, yeah, that's my no longer strictly extant claim to fame. Bluffing down the end of the world with a tyre iron. First time for everything."

But not the last.

Date: 2006-04-01 05:26 am (UTC)
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"Yeah, it's - in fact - "

A faintly conspiratorial gleam in his eyes, he leans back to check the door again (unnecessary, but old paranoia dies hard) before ducking below the line of sight of the screen. There's a rich wooden sound; a drawer sliding open.

When Crowley sits back up, he's holding, palms upturned proudly, a long, skinny length of black metal. With a curved end.

Date: 2006-04-02 11:32 pm (UTC)
aj_crawley: (andronicus - scar)
From: [personal profile] aj_crawley



"Well," he says serenely, picking an invisible piece of fluff off the viciously curved teeth, "never know when it might come in handy."

Date: 2006-04-02 11:53 pm (UTC)
aj_crawley: (andronicus - scar)
From: [personal profile] aj_crawley
Oh, if Wash only knew.

"Not that it works for everyone, mind," he continues, hefting its weight idly in his hand. "But I've often found that pokers will do almost as well. Or, in a pinch, a beer-bottle or rolled-up newspaper."

Date: 2006-04-03 12:04 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] aj_crawley
He snickers softly down at the desk, as though at some old memory. It's surprising, how easy things get to laugh at.

"You, uh... ever see a great sodding lion in the bar?"

Date: 2006-04-03 12:10 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] aj_crawley
Blink.

Carefully:

"She?"

Date: 2006-04-03 12:17 am (UTC)
aj_crawley: (andronicus - grin)
From: [personal profile] aj_crawley
"...Yes."


He facepalms.


"The lion I'm talking about was Jesus."


Fucking Milliways.

Date: 2006-04-03 12:21 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] aj_crawley
"...Yeah."



He mimes, in miniature, whapping somebody across the nose with a rolled-up newspaper.



Yeah.

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