11: The bogeyman is coming, no matter what you do.

[scaresplants]

Who: A very changed Anthony J. Crowley and YOU
Where: Everywhere and anywhere
When: Nighttime
Style: Fine with either one!
Status: Open like YOUR SKULL I mean.

You might be walking alone at night. The air is calm and honestly, it just seems like another normal night in Vatheon.

Except for the very large...well, thing standing not too far away from you. It's very tall, and that hammer in its hands is large, cold, and unyielding- it looks incredibly heavy, and the chains dangling from it do nothing to make the mental image of it boring down on you any better.

It stares at you, barely moving, the gas mask it wears betraying no emotion. What could it want? What secrets could be hidden under that gas mask? What indescribable horrors created this monstrous and brutal being, who could probably bash in your skull without even a thought and-

"Oh, sod off and stop staring at me like that. I'm not that scary."

Yes, you just heard that right. Coming right from the thing is the unmistakable voice of one Anthony J. Crowley.

And he sounds incredibly annoyed. Hey, you would too if you spent the entire week being a Bogeyman.

[ooc: Yes, Crowley has been turned into none other than the eponymous Bogeyman from Silent Hill: Downpour. Basically, for those who want to avoid Downpour spoilers, he's a Silent Hill monster who stands for all the evil that a person tries not to attribute to himself (like when you blame a rock for stubbing your toe- the Bogeyman is that rock, except at a way more extreme level) and the desire to judge others. If you remove his mask, one'll see the person (or people, in some cases) who one believes is a "true monster".]

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[withoutasign]

[Here is someone Crowley should recognize! Look, bro, it's the Fourth Horseman!]

[Signless pauses and examines the figure. He is, of course, completely unafraid.]

WHAT ARE YOU?

[scaresplants]

[GOOD GOD NO HE DID NOT NEED THIS IN HIS LIFE HERE AT VATHEON he'll just take a step back and watch the other figure warily, not realizing yet that it's not the Death he knows so well.]

Really, don't you think that question is a bit redundant, being who you are? You know everybody.

[withoutasign]

THAT IS TRUE. BUT THE QUESTION WAS NOT WHO YOU ARE, BUT WHAT.

[He recognizes you, Crowley, even with the mask. That voice is pretty much unmistakable too.]

[scaresplants]

I dunno, ask the hundreds of locals who have been freaking out at me for the last week, maybe they'll have a clue.

[Hey, it's not like anyone went up to him and said "YOU'RE THE BOGEYMAN" they all just ran away. >BI]

[withoutasign]

THEY DID NOT KNOW WHO YOU REALLY ARE, ANTHONY J. CROWLEY?

[Seriously, how could any miss that voice and those sarcastic inflections?]

[scaresplants]

Considering that they all ran away before I could say anything or just plain didn't believe me, I think the answer is no.

[withoutasign]

WELL, I KNOW WHO YOU ARE.

[In fact, he's just going to lean against the wall beside you, not realizing what a horrifying sight they must make together.]

[scaresplants]

Yay. Death knows who I am. I feel so appreciated at the moment.

[THIS IS A VERY AWKWARD SITUATION Death and he aren't exactly buddies >BI]

[withoutasign]

[Does Death have buddies?]

AND ALSO SIGNLESS. SIGNLESS KNOWS WHO YOU ARE AS WELL.

[Come on, Crowley, did you really think it was actually Death?]

[scaresplants]

...

Wait a second. Signless? That's you? [He leans closer- if he had any eyes to peer with, he would be doing so now.]

What in the world were you turned into Death for, you almost gave me a scare back there.

[withoutasign]

YES, IT IS ME.

[Signless makes a rumbling, almost choking noise. This is what Death sounds like when he laughs.]

MY APOLOGIES FOR STARTLING YOU. AND I HAVE NO IDEA WHY THIS WORLD CHOSE TO TURN ME INTO DEATH.

[not_heavens_adam]

[It's very hard to sleep when you've suddenly got wings and this whole curse has got him on edge anyway, so he walks. Really, he's trying to be mindful of his powers like Aziraphale told him...but it's not that easy. And he still can't seem to keep the wings under wraps.

The large scary looking thing easily catches his attention and the voice only increases his interest.]

Mmm... Crowley~ you look simply dashing. Tall, dark, and handsome just became taller, darker, and more handsome~

[Have an angel, boogeyman.]

[scaresplants]

[NO. NOT HIM. Crowley lets out an exasperated sigh, wishing he could be somewhere else other than here.]

Good someone, Johnny, you never know when to leave off, would you? Besides, what, are gas masks your new fetish or something?

[And then a pause when he gets a good look at those wings.]

...Are you turning into a large bird, or did you happen to turn into an angel for the week? I sincerely hope it's the former.

[not_heavens_adam]

[Johnny shoots a glance at the wings as he comes closer and leans against Crowley.]

An angel, apparently. Azi tired to help me out...but I don't know what I'm doing. [There's a pout.]

So what exactly are you supposed to be, grumpy?

[scaresplants]

Who was crazy enough to turn you into an angel? And of course you don't know what you're doing, you twit, you're you. Leave it to the professionals.

[He lets out a sigh as the vampire leans on him, knowing that if he just shoves him off he'll just do it again.]

Me? Dunno. Some kind of big hulking thing bent on breaking people's heads with hammers. You tell me.

[not_heavens_adam]

Don't you think I would if I could? I don't want to be an angel!

Never heard of anything. Sounds scary, though. What's the mask for? Isn't it uncomfortable?

[behind_my_smile]

[Fai certainly has been staring but he doesn't seem afraid at all. In fact he is rather fascinated by the creature in front of him.]

Of course you aren't! I find you very interesting but..what are you? A monster of some sort I guess, or maybe just a scary dangerous man!

[scaresplants]

[There's an annoyed huff.]

Some kind of big hulking thing that likes to smash things down. Definitely not human. Dunno what exactly it's called, though.

[behind_my_smile]

Is this another one of the tricks the bubble is playing? You don't seem to happy to be a smashing hulking thing.

[scaresplants]

It's a curse. They happen every once in a while, and no, I'm not happy.

Being this thing has put a dent in all my plans. Can't even drink alcohol at all.

[behind_my_smile]

[Fai walks up and tilts his head back and forth as he investigates it.] It does seem rather awkward. But there must be something good about being a hulking thing.

[scaresplants]

Not really.

Unless you like bashing down buildings and other people's doors or something. I don't, personally.

[behind_my_smile]

Well at least you know it isn't permanent. [Fai smiles up at him]

Maybe you can do some work as a demolition person while you are like this.

[scaresplants]

Ha! Me? A demolition person? I don't do physical work. Never saw the point in it.

And I know it isn't permanent, but still, it's a pain in the arse.

[behind_my_smile]

But see, now you have this new body that is made for it! It could be a chance to do something you normally wouldn't. Makes things exciting.

[scaresplants]

...

I'll pass, thank you. I'd rather do my usual thing that do things that are all "exciting". Hahaha. Exciting for you, maybe.

[behind_my_smile]

I do find it exciting! I may not have ever seen..whatever you are..had you not become it!

[fistfullofmagic]

[Unimpressed red eyes stare back at this new person. Well, perhaps the masked one's true form is something decidedly non-human. No way to tell really. Nevertheless, spending roughly ten years mostly in the company of monsters and demons (discounting that stint in the coffin in the middle) generally tends to dispel a fear of them.]

...Not fear. Curiosity.

[scaresplants]

[There's a pause, and then Crowley replies, quite dryly:]

Curiosity killed the cat, you know.

[fistfullofmagic]

I'm a dead man walking. A little curiosity will hardly make me any more dead.

[His tone suggests that he's using the phrase much more literally than most.]

[scaresplants]

...

You're a zombie, then.

[fistfullofmagic]

...Incorrect. Though something else at the moment, I am an Angel.

[It doesn't occur to Dhaos that anyone other than Ky would take that as something other than an admission of being a magical space alien.]

[xthecorvus]

[ You'll have to pardon him looking up at you rather closely, demon bro. As well as the small smirk thrown his way from that declaration. ]

My goodness but don't we cut quite the intimidating figure. To the less informed, of course.

[scaresplants]

I assume this means you're the "more informed"?

[Crowley lets out a huff, not too satisfied with his current predicament.]

Too intimidating, I think. I can't even go to my favorite bar any more without scaring off the customers.

[xthecorvus]

Less informed in a sense that one would deem this more an act of the coral rather than a mere invasion.

[ There's a small smirk from that though, his head tilting ever so slightly as he lightly taps his chin with a finger. ]

Quite the predicament... that is you, isn't it, Crowley? Thankfully you've only a week to endure this transformation. However, if you find yourself unable to go without a drink... I have a proposition to make.

[scaresplants]

At least we have someone smart around here.

[He gives a shrug, which is hard to see considering how thick his rain coat is.]

Yay, you get a prize of me not trying to hit you with a giant hammer by figuring out it's me. And I know, I know, I've been here a long time, I know Vatheon and what it does.

...What proposition might that be?

[xthecorvus]

[ A smirk back. Thanks for the compliment, Crawley. No matter how thinly veiled. ]

It so happens we have a rather sizable collection of spirits at the manor. If you can't find a drink here, I'm certain we have whatever you may find yourself craving for at the moment.

[bakegarasu]

Otoha just turns around and stares at Crowley even more. Huh. Interesting.

"Who said anything about being scared?" He grins, not looking afraid in the least.

[scaresplants]

Crowley shrugs, hammer still held steadfastly as ever.

"Well, considering that all of the populace has been screaming in my face the last few days, I only assumed so."

[bakegarasu]

"Most people are too easily scared. They've been doing that too when I transform."

He pauses briefly.

"Though I guess they have reason to, with the eating people thing."

[scaresplants]

"Transform into what?" Crowley asked- if he had eyes to narrow in slight suspicion, he would. At the next part, though, he just stares at Otoha, before sounding remarkably disgusted:

"What? Why would you...what are you?"

[bakegarasu]

Otoha shrugs, and the wing tattoo on his neck glows. Lines spread along him and after a minute and some hissing in pain, he transforms into his demon form. When he speaks again, his voice is muffled.

"The demon's hungry. The only thing that will keep it from going out of control is feeding, and it only feeds on people. I don't know why."