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Who: Crowley and YOU
Broadcast: Fleet wide
Action: Malum
When: Forward dated to the 10th

[Crowley can be found behind the bar as normal. Unlike normal, however, he isn't here to give you a stupid time consuming network game, or pose a stupid drinking game or riddle. It's not a day for that kind of thing.

He manages to remain pretty laconic, uncaring - but today he is anything but. He also has a very large bottle of wine he's already half polished off. ]

So, today marks exactly ten years since I last saw home. Not just being here, of course. Adding in all my time in that fucking castle, too. It's a fart in the wind, time-wise, really. I've had longer naps.

[He's always been very vocal about not missing home. Hell is back home, recovering after the near apocalypse and waiting to see if they find him and punish him for what he did. Aziraphale has always been someone who's shown up once in a while, hung about for a bit and then vanished off home again. But...but, it's been an awfully long time since he last saw the angel. And for the first time in a long, long time, he's starting to feel a tug of homesickness.]

...But I guess ten years still counts for something, huh?

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We're absolutely not getting paid enough for this gig, but I don't think there's a space union to go to, so we're pretty much up shit creek here, sans paddle.

Oh, is that what that smell is? I was starting to wonder what stunk so bad.

[He grins despite the fact that they weren't exactly talking about something positive.]

Actually, Crowley, seeing as I have your attention I was wondering if you have any advice on running a bar.

[With Nami gone Vash was still hoping someone else would take over The Space Bar, but he wasn't ready to let it shut down either.]

That's it. Took me a while to figure out what it was, but that's definitely it.

[He returns the smile, until he realises what Vash is asking, and it fades. He liked Nami, a lot.]

...Sure. Though honestly, I don't do a lot of the running of this place. Tyrion tends to do all of that. I just come here and put stuff in here when I feel like it. Honestly it's a place to store my booze more than anything.

So, I should pay Tyrion more than you do so he'll come and work for me? Got it.

You're welcome to try to steal him from under my nose, but I warn you now. You have to keep him happy in booze and compliments and he doesn't always come to his name.

Dude, he's not a pet! He's a guy! A guy who sounds like he's long overdue for a raise!

[He'd be more upset if he though Crowley wasn't at least mostly joking.]

Do you really thing you can sway his loyalty with a raise?

[He's absolutely (mostly) joking.]

A raise, free booze, and treating him like a person? Yeah. I think I might be able to do that.

So, which place has the worst host? Has it been the Atroma or... or... I guess this doesn't really work when the other place was-- a what? A sentient castle, was it?

Treating him like a person. Wow, Vash. Wow. You're pushing the boat out there.

Sentient castle. And yeah Paradisa was much, much worse. The shit Atroma puts us through is short change compared to what the castle did to us on the regular. This place is relaxing in comparison.

I know. I tend to be a creative thinking type of guy.

Yikes. If this is relaxing in comparison I think I'm glad I missed out on the living castle. [Says the man who finds this place more relaxing than his home life by a long shot.

He pauses for a moment as he wonders if he should really ask his next question or not.] So, did you ever see anyone from your home in all those years?

I should have guessed, what with the hair and all.

[Shots fired.]

You really should be. It was a fucking nightmare. Sometimes literally.

[Paradisa made him kill- something he'd never done, in all of this thousands upon thousands years of existing before. He'll never forgive it for that.]

I did. My- closest associate showed up quite a bit, never for long, but he did. A couple humans. A couple not-humans. None of them ever stuck around for longer than a year or so though.

Hey! Don't be mad that I have some style even if you clearly don't have any.

[This means war!]

I don't know if I remember hearing you say anyone like that showing up here. Was that all at the castle? [He finds it curious how some people seem to always have friends from home with them and others never have anyone show up.]

Oh wow, those are some real fighting words there.

[He shrugs.]

A couple of mine have been here, though it wasn't for long at all. Most of the times they showed up it was at the castle. Aziraphale was only here for a couple months. Adam was here, too, if you knew him- though I remember him as an eleven year old kid so it was a bit weird.

You know me. I love to pick fights. [Anyone who has seen even just two of Vash's posts would know that's a huge lie.]

That's not something I've really thought much about. What I would do if someone I knew from home arrived and they were a lot older or younger than I remembered. [Older would be easier. He's use to watching his friends grow old and die while he doesn't age, but younger? That would be weird.] Did it ever stop being weird for you?

Uh huh. You're unstoppable.

[Said with all the sarcasm that statement deserves.]

Nope. It remained weird until he left. I mean, he had a lot of memories that hadn't actually happened for me yet. Plus he was a grown man and doing grown man things instead of eleven year old boy things and it was just very depressingly odd. Glad he does okay in the future, though.

[Vash pauses a moment in order to make their conversation a bit more private. He doesn't think Crowley will mind if it was left open; he didn't seem all that shy about saying he wasn't human. It was honestly mostly for his own comfort.]

The memory thing would be pretty weird and hard to get over, but did you always watch the people you knew back home grow old? Did you ever say, leave for awhile and then go back and meet them when they were much older?

[He never minds, but he'll take the private message when it's offered up. ]

Mostly I moved around a bit, popped in to check on the few mortals I grew close to. [Da Vinci. He misses Da Vini. ] But honestly most of the time it was me and the angel. Easier that way. Neither of us were going anywhere so you know. No emotional fallout.

[Vash so rarely opened up like this. Back home there had been no other immortals to talk with ~~except his brother, but they haven't seen eye to eye in awhile~~ and besides Bigby's immortal gathering years ago now he hadn't really found a lot of people to talk to about this sort of thing. It was weird, but nice.]

Really? Just the two of you? That didn't get lonely at all? [Vash smiles, unable to help himself.] That sounds like one really good friend. You must really miss him. [He knows he would.]

Nah. I guess we got used to one another. We never really needed anything or anyone else.

[He does miss the angel. Desperately. When Aziraphale isn't around, it's like a piece of him is missing and he hates it. The angel keeps him level and equal as much as he does the same for the angel. Together...well, together they strike a perfect balance. ]

I suppose. Sometimes. I don't miss his ratty books or his goddamn boring idea of what constitutes as music.

I'm not sure I could get use to seeing just one person all the time. [Even with as much heartache that could come from watching people grow old Vash still thought the connections were worth it.

Vash laughs at his description of the books and music.] Does the book have to be ratty for it to be good? Frayed pages adding to the quality of the words inside, huh?

Well, we do spend a lot of time apart too. But I suppose if you're at it long enough you stop noticing.

[He points a finger, showing Vash has got it in one.]

Yup. The older, smellier and more illegible the better.

Yeah? You think so? [It's a mostly rhetorical question as Vash idly wonders if he'll ever get to that point.] Glad you found someone only mildly annoying to spend your time with then.

Even if it's starting to sound like he doesn't have a sense of smell or... illegible? Wait. Isn't that what makes a book... a book?

I know, I really lucked out there.

[He snorts.]

You'd think that wouldn't you? But no, no. He likes them to just sit there. In his bookshop. Largely never touched. He hoards them.

But what's the point of having books if you don't read them? Are you sure he's an angel and not a dragon or something?

Oh yeah, for sure all angel. He's just one that's picked up the very unfortunate human attribute of coveting.

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