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Post by Adrian Veidt on Nov 23, 2010 2:52:21 GMT -5
Veidt sighed.
"If you insist."
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Post by Crowley on Nov 23, 2010 2:53:06 GMT -5
"Sorry to burst your bubble there, mate," he said cheerily. "So, got any other info for me? Time? Place? Attire?"
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Nov 23, 2010 2:56:17 GMT -5
"I'll send you an invitation."
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Post by Crowley on Nov 23, 2010 2:58:43 GMT -5
"By post? Fat lot of help that'd be. How about I grab a pen and pad of paper and you tell me?"
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Nov 23, 2010 3:05:53 GMT -5
"I prefer to do these things formally."
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Post by Crowley on Nov 23, 2010 3:07:08 GMT -5
"Well, the postal service doesn't really care, and, frankly, neither do I, so why don't you just break formality this one time and tell me?"
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Nov 23, 2010 3:51:03 GMT -5
"I'll patch you to my secretary."
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Post by Crowley on Nov 23, 2010 3:51:44 GMT -5
"Brilliant."
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Nov 23, 2010 3:54:13 GMT -5
Veidt hit a button, and there was an audible click, followed by improvisational Christmas jazz.
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Post by Crowley on Nov 23, 2010 3:56:34 GMT -5
Crowley blessed and put the phone down. For about ten minutes, he played idly with the Ancient Assyrian votive figure and the Cretean snake goddess he kept on his desk while listening for a voice on the other line.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Nov 23, 2010 4:04:38 GMT -5
It was beginning to sound as though the pianist were beginning to just bullshit things about now.
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Post by Crowley on Nov 23, 2010 4:07:02 GMT -5
At this point the goddess was attacking the votive with the snakes in her hands, all the while shouting obscenities that had not been heard in thousands of years.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Nov 23, 2010 4:09:29 GMT -5
*PIANO TRILL*
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Post by Crowley on Nov 23, 2010 4:10:24 GMT -5
The votive met his untimely death and Crowley grew unbearably bored. He wondered what was taking so long.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Nov 24, 2010 3:03:02 GMT -5
There was a click.
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