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[selfworthbitches]

Who: Mazikeen and YOU
Where: the gardens
When: 4/9
Rating: PG-13 at least probably
Summary: Mazikeen is in Wonderland and now there's singing and fuck this she didn't ask for this.
The Story:

Ten minutes ago Mazikeen was on an airplane headed back to LA and ready to see her friends again. Because she weirdly misses them.

Now she's stalking through a garden, curved blades in hand, and glaring at all the brightly colored plants and clever topiary bushes. She has no idea where the fuck she is, but she knows she doesn't like it. She's passed five different people singing for no discernible reason! It's gross.

"Someone is going to die for this." Or maybe hurt. She hasn't gotten to let loose and torture someone in a while. She might be rusty. She'd have fun getting back into practice.

She passes another person singing and resists the urge to either slice their head off or stab her own eardrums out. Not being able to hear would be inconvenient if something more dangerous than singing appears, and Chloe would sulk if word got back to her about Maze murdering someone just for singing. Chloe gets uptight about so many things that Maze likes. She might like Chloe, sort of, but it's annoying as fuck. And sometimes she's not so sure if Chloe really likes her back, even if they are working out pretty well as roommates.

Someone else is singing. She glowers until she realizes it's... her.

"Sorry I don't treat you like a goddess
Is that what you want me to do?
Sorry I don't treat you like you're perfect
Like all your little cutesy humans do
Sorry I'm not made of sugar
Am I not sweet enough for you?
Is that why you always avoid me?
That must be such an inconvenience to you
Well... I'm just your problem
I'm just your problem
It's like I'm not even a person, am I?
I'm just your problem
Well, I shouldn't have to justify what I do
I shouldn't have to prove anything to you
I'm sorry that I exist, I don't get why you're always pissed
But I shouldn't have to be the one that makes up with you
So... why do I want to?
Why do I want to...
To... bury you in the ground...."

Finally she manages to break herself from the spell. "Ugh!" She hurls her blade as hard as she can at a nearby fountain, shattering the stone.

It's going to be a long fucking day.

Comments

[selfworthbitches]

"I don't want to fit in. I want to go home." She spins her blades again and they vanish. She scowls and crosses her arms, glancing at his jacket. "Neat trick."

[saunteredvaguelydownwards]

"Great, so do about ninety-five percent of the rest of us." Fitting right in all the way, violent stranger. He glances at his now clear-of-dust shoulder in turn and brushes the backs of his fingers across it.

"Do you usually introduce yourself to a new place by destroying the local ornamentation?"

[selfworthbitches]

"When the local ornamentation makes me sing."

Okay, it might not have been the fountain's fault, but it sure as hell wasn't normal.

[saunteredvaguelydownwards]

The poor fountain. Crowley gives it a glance. "Fair."

He's escaped it so far, but it's only a matter of time before his own lyrical prowess ends up being forced into general knowledge. He isn't looking forward to it.

"But if that's the route you're taking, you'd better get started on razing the whole place to the ground."

[selfworthbitches]

"Okay." She draws her knives again, setting her sites on some bushes.

[saunteredvaguelydownwards]

Crowley shrugs. Knock yourself out, lady. In the meantime, he pulls a cigarette from (somewhere) inside his jacket and lights it (without a lighter), taking a long drag and speaking again around thin curls of smoke.

"Hey, what's your name."

[selfworthbitches]

"Mazikeen." She pauses, glancing over at him, and notices the lack of a lighter with a raised eyebrow. "You?"

[saunteredvaguelydownwards]

Mazikeen. Had Lucifer ever referred to her as anything other than Maze, he would have caught on far quicker. Since he hasn't, it's going to take him just a little bit longer.

"Crowley," he supplies, punctuating the introduction with a sharp exhale of the smoke that's still left in his lungs. "Hope you don't mind an observer. I do enjoy a little wanton destruction now and then."