by HopefulMonster » Thu Jul 25, 2019 8:16:21 am
Crowley just shook his head, tsking in amusement at the HiMo's display.
"Children, children, children.....I don't expect you to understand, but I'm actually on YOUR side. At least in regards to this....specific situation."
He gave the wyrmy equivalent of a shrug, his long body rippling, and slithered closer to the Starfire Shaman, leaning over and muttering into her ear, "You DO realize The Jedi are the villains, right luv? I mean...they kidnap children to train as janissaries, casually apply mind control, have no objection to slavery, lie ALL the time, leave their friends to burn to death without delivering a mercy stroke.....the bloody wankers even cheat at dice."
With a smirk, he turned to address the gathering of Handlers and wyrms.
"Look. There's plenty of you who've heard all the nasty, vicious rumorr about me. Horrible Crowley, Evil Crowley, tormenting poor, innocent wyrms seeking his help. Here's the cold, hard truth of it. I am a buisinesswyrm. I offer contracts to assist your fluffy companions in obtaining things they desire. Hardly MY fault if the little furballs don't properly *word* their requests now, is it? I'm not a bloody mind reader, after all! I do my very, level best to interpret the information I'm given. But thats neither here nor there."
He spreads his wings, flying over to the subtly glowing runes around the Nightmare gate, looking at it with distaste and pointing the tip of his tail at it.
"This particular monstrosity is bad for business, pure and simple. I can't very well enter into business arrangements with wyrms that've gone round the bend, mentally. Makes for incredibly unpredictable outcomes, and that just won't do. No, in this regard, we are in agreement. The gate's got to be shut. And seeing as your little feline friend appears to be MIA....I'm all you've got. So. Questions, comments, suggestions on how to thouroughly unbugger this mess?