a little more inspiration....
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smk_networkIt is late afternoon on the eighteenth, and as the mirror swims to life, it focuses on Aziraphale who is standing about halfway back in the bedroom. He stands, hands tucked in front of him, smiling but looking slightly nervous, his wings arched a bit as if he wants to show them off but not be too obvious. He smiles at the...well...mirror. Fingers clenching a little bit.
When he speaks, though, his voice is low and soothing; warm like honey and pleasant. As if he's happy to see you. And in a way, he is.
"Hello. It's nice to meet you all. My name is Aziraphale and I'm an Angel. Well... Principality if you want to be precise, but that doesn't particularly matter here. First of all, I want to thank everyone who helped me out the other day and apologize for being a bit short with them. This human body is a new thing for me and I rather fear I don't have the hang of it quite yet.
But, we're all a little out of our element here, aren't we? This is a new place for us. A new experience. And a battle we must fight for the good of others who need our help. And sometimes, we can feel stuck, trapped even-- For instance, my wings are rarely displayed and not precisely corporeal when they are. If I need to remove my coat, I can do so with ease. Now, unfortunately, they are as solid as the rest of me.
And yet..." He dips his head and there is a bit of a cheeky smile. "With a little Faith." He hopes. No! Believes! "We can perform miracles."
Then he closes his eyes and focuses, concentrates, believes with everything in him that he still has the capacity for this kind of faith, this kind of miracle. That he will be able to take off his clothes with no problems at all.
All at once he can feel something catch. Something bright and cool and refreshing flow through him and around him.
Anyone looking in would be able to see a faint white gold light beginning to shimmer around him, a wind stirring the curtains and his hair. Perhaps there is a faint vibration, for the mirror slips, so only his head and shoulders are in view. The light seems to flash around him and then--!
He can feel the coolness leave him slowly, like a wave pulling from shore. With a thrilled smile he looks down and notices he did indeed manage to remove his coat as he'd hoped. Or perhaps made it disappear completely. As well as his vest, his shirt, his undershirt-- in fact the only thing left is the fob watch lying helpfully between his bare feet.
"Ah-- Ahem. Well! Slight miscalculation! But as you can see! Everything is just...just tickety...." And then the cold rushes back at once like a tsunami and for the second time in as many days, darkness crashes through him and he pitches forward and out of view.
There is a faint thud as he hits the floor.
But he'll be able to reply to any and all responses in a few hours...
...Probably.
When he speaks, though, his voice is low and soothing; warm like honey and pleasant. As if he's happy to see you. And in a way, he is.
"Hello. It's nice to meet you all. My name is Aziraphale and I'm an Angel. Well... Principality if you want to be precise, but that doesn't particularly matter here. First of all, I want to thank everyone who helped me out the other day and apologize for being a bit short with them. This human body is a new thing for me and I rather fear I don't have the hang of it quite yet.
But, we're all a little out of our element here, aren't we? This is a new place for us. A new experience. And a battle we must fight for the good of others who need our help. And sometimes, we can feel stuck, trapped even-- For instance, my wings are rarely displayed and not precisely corporeal when they are. If I need to remove my coat, I can do so with ease. Now, unfortunately, they are as solid as the rest of me.
And yet..." He dips his head and there is a bit of a cheeky smile. "With a little Faith." He hopes. No! Believes! "We can perform miracles."
Then he closes his eyes and focuses, concentrates, believes with everything in him that he still has the capacity for this kind of faith, this kind of miracle. That he will be able to take off his clothes with no problems at all.
All at once he can feel something catch. Something bright and cool and refreshing flow through him and around him.
Anyone looking in would be able to see a faint white gold light beginning to shimmer around him, a wind stirring the curtains and his hair. Perhaps there is a faint vibration, for the mirror slips, so only his head and shoulders are in view. The light seems to flash around him and then--!
He can feel the coolness leave him slowly, like a wave pulling from shore. With a thrilled smile he looks down and notices he did indeed manage to remove his coat as he'd hoped. Or perhaps made it disappear completely. As well as his vest, his shirt, his undershirt-- in fact the only thing left is the fob watch lying helpfully between his bare feet.
"Ah-- Ahem. Well! Slight miscalculation! But as you can see! Everything is just...just tickety...." And then the cold rushes back at once like a tsunami and for the second time in as many days, darkness crashes through him and he pitches forward and out of view.
There is a faint thud as he hits the floor.
But he'll be able to reply to any and all responses in a few hours...
...Probably.
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Date: 2019-07-26 04:15 am (UTC)[Then with a hint of a smile] ... Oh my faith has never been in short supply, and the Gods have never let me down. [
Totally not considering that his polytheism might seem unsavory to an angel]no subject
Date: 2019-07-26 04:30 am (UTC)[Not the most comfortable prospect, but there it is.
He's not too bothered. Polytheism as in long before monotheism and he has more than one of, well, he supposes the current word is "wiccan" leanings wander into his shop. He can tell by the black lipstick and tendency to want to peek at the Satanic Verses (limited edition) when they thought he wasn't looking. It is not his job to proselytize-- and it wasn't even so much a faith in those terms as a life style. He'd spoken to the Truth a little over six thousand years ago, and once or twice before that before time began officially. What others believe in terms of that is between them and Her.]
That's good to know. I think it will do you well here. We need all the Faith we can get. [but hopefully not more than what he has the capacity for]
Did you discover your class?
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Date: 2019-08-03 09:30 pm (UTC)[Agreeing easily to that despite his own impatience for answers]
[There definitely was no outward indication that he was bothered in any way so the conversation just proceeded on smoothly. Atem had no experience with wiccans self-proclaimed or otherwise and though when he had shared a body with Yugi they tended to wear dark clothing complete with choker collar, lots of belts, and leather cuff bracelets they stopped short of black lipstick. Still, the concept was not foreign.]
[A simple nod to that statement]
Yes, actually I did. [Though he paused a moment before revealing it] Hero class. [It still sounded a bit presumptuous to call oneself a hero] What of yourself?
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Date: 2019-08-04 05:27 am (UTC)[as for himself...] It's... a bit embarrassing... but I suppose I'm meant to be a Prince. Not my choice, of course. I have no lust for power me. [a nervous titter] Just books.
Well when I say lust I don't mean Lust I mean just an enjoyment thereof and no overly fond attachment.
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Date: 2019-08-04 05:55 am (UTC)It can't be that bad. [Trying to help reassure Aziraphale that there was no shame in sharing] A prince? Intriguing. [Did they have need of many of those in the traditional sense? These classes must be more like the types in Duel Monsters. Instead of Spellcasters, Dragons, Fairies, etc it was Heroes, Princes, Warriors (which was a type in the card game as well), etc. Then some of the types would likely also be broken down into elemental attributes...] None of us really had a choice, did we? [Before he could say anything more about the class situation and his interpretations of it, Aziraphale faltered and fumbled through his words]
Oh- no.. I quite understood you beforehand, without the clarification. [Biting back a laugh of his own] So you have a thirst for knowledge, basically. That's an admirable quality.
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Date: 2019-08-07 04:38 am (UTC)A thirst for knowledge yes but... it's just interesting how people see the world and pin it down to the page. No one ever has the same vision, you know. And the best way to understand someone is to understand the stories they tell themselves. [he smiles] Do you have any favorite stories?
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Date: 2019-08-07 04:39 pm (UTC)Totally referencing Kaiba here.... who was always reluctant to help but also indispensable. Someone Atem considered a good friend anyway despite Kaiba's aversion to the term] Have you spoken to anyone that has made you feel uneasy? [Just trying to assess where that statement was coming from]Yes, I suppose it is a fascinating subject at that. [There were a couple of different ways to take the word 'vision'... as in a prophecy variety and the designs one had for how society should be formed.] I would be more surprised if anyone fully agreed on the subject, since everyone is unique in some fashion. [Atem paused for a moment to think on the subject] I have several stories I am partial too... most of them involve the protagonist triumphing over adversary, and discovering their own faults and learning to move past them or embrace them. [Again, referring to his friends, such as Yugi learned that in spite of his meekness and short stature he could still be brave and courageous. Then there was Joey who struggled with a difficult home life, but learned that he could rise above it and make something more of himself. Yes, it was the stories that those that he preferred most of all]