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[blessedarethebookmakers]

[though it is well past noon he is lounging in bed, hair still a fluffy disarray as he sits in a dressing gown and eats bon bons. His pure white wings are still arched behind him and there is a delicate halo of light behind his head. But otherwise, other than the white, nothing about him looks particularly angelic. Observant viewers may notice a fluff of red sticking just inside the frame of the mirror but never mind that]

Hello, mm. new apprentices. Oh my, this is delicious. Welcome to...well whatever this is. I am sure you're positively bubbling over with questions and concerns and what-not. Most are. There are several people to direct you too for any questions you might have. Which I'm sure they'll either respond here or chat on the network themselves. You can trust them and most people here for the most part unless they happen to be green haired demons with a poor sense of hygiene not to mention timing.

[he eats a bon bon with particular vengeance]

I've also heard of an odd creature that keeps trying to eat people though he hasn't succeeded thus far. But that's one of the benefits of this place. You get to meet all kinds of fascinating new...er...beings. [reaching over to the nightstand, he takes a sip of wine]

I suppose that's all I have to say on the matter. If you have any questions for me, my name is Aziraphale, by the way. I'll be at the library at the hours posted on the office door. If it's a particularly pressing question that simply no one else can answer I suppose we can meet somewhere and chat but I believe this place follows the very American Principles of pulling yourself up by your own jock strap or whatever the euphemism.

Oh! And before I forget. Tomorrow is a full moon, I believe, dears. So if you see any of the Monster class undergoing horrific transformations, fear not... and all that. It's just a monthly occurrence here.

[a smile and he takes a moment to indulge in a particularly creamy bon bon. He'll leave the feed open a bit for anyone that wants to chat]

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[creepyoldguy]

This guy is just sore I scared him and he made a noise like a startled chicken with a cold.

Like this:

[Beetlejuice did his imitation of a squawk, complete with pearl clutch.]

Guys. It was hilarious.

[blessedarethebookmakers]

Oh yes. I was screaming. As would anyone when presented with the sight of your ugly mug unexpectedly. Please, no more. I can hardly bear the sight of you.

[but his feathers were bristling everywhere. he didn't expect a demon to be anything but demonic, and knew better than to protest he did not sound like that thank you very much. But one did not struggle with evil by admitting any sort of weakness]

[creepyoldguy]

Screaming? I honest to god/satan made you scream?!

That’s awesome!!! I was just going for a quick jump-scare.

[Now, he was utterly delighted and flattered.]

Thanks, Feathers!

[blessedarethebookmakers]

[more huffing. Oh if only he had something to say to that! Something to do! He had no ideas at present but he was sure to have Crowley give him some suggestions. Was it unfair to use him to triumph over evil? Of course it was. But justice wasn't always fair and this was war.]

Oh. Go... take a bath. [and he sent a wish his way, that, if it worked, would have the foul thing chased by soap bubbles and cleansed to within an inch of his afterlife]

[creepyoldguy]

That seems uncalled for. You gave me a compliment, I thanked you for it, and now you’re telling me to bathe?

[A single bubble floated by. Beetlejuice snapped at it as it passed.]

[blessedarethebookmakers]

Oh for-- [he clicked his tongue and gave Crowley a little shake]

Talk to him, will you? Speak...speak demon at him or something.

[blue_ice]

You're going to start a panic with ambiguous phrasing like that. And that's the last thing we need when we're struggling to complete missions enough as it is.

For anyone new: The big blue merjelly? His name's Keeper and he's harmless. He won't eat anyone without your consent. And I'm trying to help him find other sources of food.

But good luck.

[blessedarethebookmakers]

[he doesn't take well to being criticized. People should be made aware of a severely unhygienic-- oh.. oh this was about the creature.]

Oh...yes, you might be right.

So sorry.

I take it you're friends?

[serpentinthegarden]

[ Crowley was not entirely awake. He moved when shaken but only an arm and only to search out some sort of pillow to bury his head under. ]

He doesn't squawk its... usually more of a squeak and only if you kiss him in the right place.

[blue_ice]

...we're allies.

[ He's still allergic to the F word. Pardon him. ]

But I'll keep the rest in mind. Do you have any recommendations for our new apprentices on dealing with unwanted pests?

[blessedarethebookmakers]

Crowley!

[that was not helping! With a huff he tossed the mirror aside and got out of bed, letting Crowley flop where he may and making his way to the kitchen, face burning. Honestly. Honestly. He shouldn't have expected anything better. Which was just as well as he had things to do today]

[creepyoldguy]

[Just a fit of rasping laughter.]

[blessedarethebookmakers]

[...you don't want to sleep with him do you? That certainly paints an interesting picture for him]

Hmph. If only... [he might have a much better time of things]

Why what is happening?

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[beepbeepmotherfucker]

[Eddie is still laid up in the infirmary with bandages around his midsection and gauze on his face. But he's clean, at least, which is a plus. It took him a minute to figure out how to work the mirror thing. When he does, he stares at the person speaking.]

..... Are those wings?!

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[az_shrimp_horny]

.... Welcome to whatever this is?


Dude, are you drunk?

[blue_ice]

You sounded bothered about that demon, and I wondered if that meant our new apprentices should be concerned.

[blessedarethebookmakers]

Yes. [he's not going to be sarcastic about brilliant observational skills though he does think it] And yes, I am an Angel. A Principality if you know the tiers. Though honestly these days I'm beginning to wonder if the structure is completely necessary as I am certainly not leading any army into battle unless, I suppose, I have no other choice.

[but he's babbling. he tries to smile]

Hello. It's nice to meet you.

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[blessedarethebookmakers]

Of course not. I've only had half a glass at best. [he sips it] I mean, I'm not entirely sure how to define... [a gesture] this. Exactly. Part... world saving quest part romance drama it feels like half the time.

How are you, dear?

[beepbeepmotherfucker]

An angel... Riiiight.

[Sorry, whoever you are. He doesn't believe you. He laughs awkwardly.]

Whatever shit they gave me must be making me hallucinate 'cause you look like you're glowing

[blessedarethebookmakers]

Oh. I see. Well believe what you will. It's not up to me to convince you. [he could manifest but he does have a demon in his lap and anyway, he doubts the human will believe it]

I don't see why I should bother to confirm or deny my glowing state as you'll only believe what you wish anyway.

[beepbeepmotherfucker]

[... For a hallucination he was being really rude.]

Right, uh, are you serious about something eating people?

[blessedarethebookmakers]

Oh, well probably not very unless they're allergic to exceedingly bad taste. [a sniff and a sip of wine]

But I must say, you're being very protective of the flock. It's rather heartwarming.

[blessedarethebookmakers]

So I've heard. Though apparently he only eats with consent. So I probably wouldn't joke around if I were you.

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[voidalviera]

[There is a face peering curiously through the 3M, mostly tracking the Wings and the Angel’s movement with wary eyes. Small trinkets dangle off her black horns that frame gigantic lupine ears. She doesn’t look anything close to a normal human]

You... Pray tell, do you know of the term “Sin Eater?”

I do not think that one could be so verbose but then, I cannot talk much myself. What is the saying? Better safe than sorry?

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[blessedarethebookmakers]

[another demon. This place certainly seems to attract them doesn't it]

I'm afraid I haven't. [he chews another bon bon in thought] It sounds like a dreadful business. I can't imagine they taste anywhere close to good.

Why do you ask?