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005 ☀ audio ☀ highway to hell

For anyone who might care one way or another, Crowley's gone. Your bra straps are safe, or whatever.

[ From the tone of her voice, it sounds like she expects most people to be pleased about this and that she's not exactly pleased about it herself. ]

I'm not going to be giving advice in his place, so sorry to anyone who might have been lo- fuck!

[ There's a loud noise, the sound of Jaye hitting the ground with a rather unceremonious "THUD". ]

What the fuck did I just--

[ And then the feed cuts. ]

((ooc: Don't worry, she just tripped over the hellhound Crowley left behind. She'll still be replying!))

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[ Well, HE can see the hellhound. Sort of. He definitely saw its jaw sinking its teeth into his leg not long ago. This is the woman Crowley was flirting with on the network. He remembers her. ]

Just like that?

[ The hellhound is exactly what Jaye just tripped over, and maybe Yoite can hear it moving around mixed in with Jaye moving around. ]

Yeah, just like that.

[ And maybe at some point he could even tell her what he knows about it, if all goes well. ...But considering the temperaments involved here, um. Yoite's very impatiently not regarding whatever situation she has going on over there. ]

How did you know him? How do you know he's gone?

I was his secretary and he's missed appointments, plus I can get into his room now.

[ "Secretary" here meaning... a variety of things, but Yoite knows what Crowley is, so maybe he'll catch on that Jaye might know, too. Maybe. ]

I know you were his secretary. His clients. [ Cryptic enough to work? He hopes so. ] I asked how you knew him.

[ But the room thing is a red flag. And Crowley is anything but dilatory. ]

Are you there now?

[ It works. ] Met him my first jump. He had information, he was interesting, I stuck around.

Yeah. Tripping over shit.

Literally?

[ he just really wants to know, okay, there could be invisible piles of hellhound crap around ]

I'm coming to where you are, okay?

No, not literally.

[ No, not okay, she is kind of having a breakdown thanks to her apprentice not knowing her, but she's not going to say that. ]

Fine.

Okay. You should look out for it anyway, though.

[ He offers bluntly, without many condolences for her loss or really even much regard for however upset she might be. So far as he's concerned, there's a larger matter at hand here. Consequentially, he does get there pretty fast, and pushes open the door with a small polite knock on the doorframe. ]

You don't know what it is, do you?

[ While Yoite was working on getting there, the hellhound settled its head on her lap and she started stroking it. It was a little awkward at first, considering she can't actually see it, but it's working out. Still, when he knocks, her hand quickly pulls away. ]

Know what what is?

[ jaye pls ]

The dog. [ Yoite's eyes focus on Howly, and it almost looks to her like he can see the hellhound, but he doesn't say or explain. ] It got bigger. It's touching you right now, so you know it's there.

[ Oh. Oh. ]

You can see him? [ Because she... sure as hell can't. Her hand goes back to the top of its head though, back to stroking. ] I know what he is.

No, I can't. [ His gaze wary is as he eyes Howly but, well, the thing doesn't seem like it's getting up. ] But I can see its ki.

[ Which he also doesn't explain, just launches right into his next question. ] How- [ And he pauses, lacing gloved hands together. ] How much did he tell you?

Huh. [ Howly seems pretty content to stay put, since he hasn't been ordered otherwise, and Jaye is pretty content to keep him right there. Don't worry, Yoite. ~~If you piss her off, she'd rather deal with you herself.~~ ]

Not much. But I could smell the sulfur, and he had some sensitive conversations while I was still in the room and could hear.

[ Oops, let's not piss her off, then. Lest he get mauled and she get cut to pieces - he's fairly confident he could take her on, but then again he isn't really looking to. ]

[ The sulfur mention makes his eyes narrow; the mention of conversations even more. His voice gets a bit defensive, demanding. ] Did he ever mention cases he had? Names. Like "Yoite", is one.

That you? [ She scratches the hound on the head with one hand, the other moving to tuck her hair behind an ear. ]

But no. Not that I can remember. [ Honestly, she isn't thinking too hard about it at the moment. ]

[ Yoite thinks of not answering, but instead all that comes out is a quiet little, ] Sometimes.

[ He shakes his head and eyes her carefully. ] How do I know you're telling the truth?

You don't.

[ Her hand falls, back onto the hound. ]

But I am. If Crowley comes back, if he remembers being here... well, I'm not going to risk pissing him off in the meantime.

[ That's right, people do come back. It's a thought that hasn't quite occurred to him just yet, and he sucks his bottom lip in, thoughtfully. ]

What do you think happens when he's gone? [ A beat. ] To his "clients".

Well, it's not like he can collect on the deal. But I've still got the stuff he gave me, so maybe whatever his clients got in return gets to stick around.

[ She shrugs. ]

Oh. [ He says, a little disappointed. Whatever he was getting, seems like he hadn't gotten it yet. Kind of hard for Crowley to pay out when he's not here, though, right? ]

[ So a little frustrated, ] He didn't leave- leave a note, or anything?

Nope. Didn't even leave any Scotch.

[ That bastard. ]

Just the hound, as far as I've seen -- not that I saw him, either. [ Well, and a tie that she recognizes and is probably going to take herself. ]

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