Board Thread:Random RP/@comment-26444332-20170424191044/@comment-26444332-20170518233626

Crowley smiles, his eyes lighting up.

'That question will require a suitable setting.' he says, raising his hand and snapping his fingers. Unlike before, where their vision filled with light, it now fills with darkness, before re-appearing as a different room in the castle.

Taking a look around, it's clear Crowley doesn't use the room often; the lack of piles of books and papers is indicative of that, at least. Instead, it appears to be some sort of observatory, as delicate silver patterns across the black marble floor trace the movements of the stars. Above them is a massive clear dome, supported by dark pillars: outside, the rosy hue of the sky informs them that the sun is making her final descent.

Crowley snaps his fingers again, and several comfortable chairs appear, in a circle. He sits in one, crossing his legs, and gestures for them to do the same.

'The answer to your question is a long and difficult one,' he begins, 'and it would require many years to do the topic justice. I shall attempt to condense the subject-matter to a single talk, though that will mean skipping over a few things. You need to sleep, after all.'

They begin to notice at this point that his demeanor has changed somewhat; rather than being... well, whatever that was, or that dangerous side of him, this is more of a calm and collected persona, someone who could actually be called a mentor and magus.