For what these words may be worth to you, my area of expertise is quite narrow.
[He's paused his bone inspection, Crowley now commanding his full attention. Hey, it's genuinely not every day he has a normal, calm, productive conversation with a demon. Even the ones not on his radar tend to be a little more belligerent, and the open, frankly almost human-like curiosity in regards to the ofuda has finally managed to trip the Medicine Seller's curiosity in return.
After all, most demons tended not to be very curious creatures, not like this, anyway.]
If I were to battle with every demon I met, I would never get anything done. If you would wish to study the ofuda however, the offer to let you take one is still quite open.
[Demon miracles just made the thing angrier, but a holy blessing? For one brief, beautiful moment, the ink faded, the eye in the center of it lazily closing. The others maintained their vigil of course, but for a handful of seconds the barrier had quite suddenly gotten itself a little door. Now it was the Medicine Seller's turn to arch a brow, focusing precisely upon the temporarily neutralized ofuda.
After a moment, the thing reactivated with an almost pissy hum, blaring red as if the charm itself was offended at being shut off.]
Oh... Well.
What a fascinating trick.
[And he means it too, but he'd be lying if he wasn't at least somewhat concerned about that.]
no subject
[He's paused his bone inspection, Crowley now commanding his full attention. Hey, it's genuinely not every day he has a normal, calm, productive conversation with a demon. Even the ones not on his radar tend to be a little more belligerent, and the open, frankly almost human-like curiosity in regards to the ofuda has finally managed to trip the Medicine Seller's curiosity in return.
After all, most demons tended not to be very curious creatures, not like this, anyway.]
If I were to battle with every demon I met, I would never get anything done. If you would wish to study the ofuda however, the offer to let you take one is still quite open.
[Demon miracles just made the thing angrier, but a holy blessing? For one brief, beautiful moment, the ink faded, the eye in the center of it lazily closing. The others maintained their vigil of course, but for a handful of seconds the barrier had quite suddenly gotten itself a little door. Now it was the Medicine Seller's turn to arch a brow, focusing precisely upon the temporarily neutralized ofuda.
After a moment, the thing reactivated with an almost pissy hum, blaring red as if the charm itself was offended at being shut off.]
Oh... Well.
What a fascinating trick.
[And he means it too, but he'd be lying if he wasn't at least somewhat concerned about that.]
A demon with holy magic?