Board Thread:Random RP/@comment-26444332-20170424191044/@comment-26444332-20170515213031

Crowley raises two fingers, before pointing them at Severin and Manteau. 'I think you two and I are going to get along splendidly.' Then he notices Azarias, leaning against Jaukoehai. 'Well if it isn't my idiot pupil number one!'

Azarias grimaces slightly. 'Crowley. We're here because-' he begins, before Crowley waves one hand nonchalantly. 'I know why you're here. You want something. No-one ever visits because they want to talk; everyone needs something from poor Arlen, always magecraft this or Magic that.'

'Maybe that's because you're missing all of your common sense,' Azarias mutters, barely audible, before continuing. 'I would like you to heal me.' Crowley cocks his head, disappearing in a swirl of paper and books, before giving several members of the group a shock when he re-appears an instant later, inspecting Azarias's wound.

'Hm... I'd say... internal bleeding, fractured ribs, two cracked vertebrae, punctured kidney, and a torn liver.' he says, giggling a little. 'You are very lucky, my idiot pupil. Were it not for that mimic Art of yours, you would most certainly be in quite the pickle. Well, get some rest.' Crowley finishes, snapping his fingers.

With that, Snow fades like a mirage, and Crowley spins in a circle, slowly majestically, until falling into a pile of papers, grimacing, and pulling a very large and very much metal book (the mages present would recognize it as a one-of-a-kind magecraft compendium of hidden secrets from the Divine Wars era) out from under him and tossing it aside.

'So, what's new in the land of the living?' he says nonchalantly, closing his eyes.