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[blessedarethebookmakers]

[he has done this a few times by now, and for some reason is feeling less than enthusiastic about it. Perhaps it's the rain, or the ghosts outside that give him cold chills whenever they go past. Or perhaps he's just tired. He's been practicing more lately, though hasn't seem to have gotten much better.

He somehow manages to keep his expression friendly and open as he faces the mirror, white wings standing out against the gray light coming in behind him]

Hello... My name is Aziraphale, or Mr. Fell, if you prefer. I would like to welcome everyone who has newly arrived-- and I don't envy you having to brave the beastly weather to get here. Still, the clouds will soon part as they say.

I know that many of you must be weary or frightened, or even dare I say, angry, at the situation you have found yourselves thrust into. But if we all work together and combine our efforts and talents, I'm sure that we'll have the Corrosion beaten back in no time. So keep a stiff upper lip and keep moving forward.

And of course, if you need anything, my door is open in the hours listed or by previous appointment.

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[trashylittlesecret]

[in the most Stereotypically British Voice Ever]

And pip pip, tally-ho, and goodnight to all our ships at sea!

[/British Guy Voice]

Jeeeeeeeeeezus fuck, the mouse and the dragon are more real than you, pal.

[bigbadrose]

He's an angel, not really proper British, so don't think he represents us, ta!

[trashylittlesecret]

I'd say "another country heard from", but well ... it's not. Hi, random voice.

[blessedarethebookmakers]

Mm. It's a pleasure to meet you too.

[Americans. Honestly]

[trashylittlesecret]

[is it, though, Aziraphale? IS IT?]

Let me guess, you're leading the first charge against this ... Corrosion crap.

[bigbadrose]

You mean the best weather!

[A beat.]

[EYES HIM.] Right, never mind. Forgot you've never been around Hell. [Eye roll.] Carry on.

[blessedarethebookmakers]

[did you say something, dear? He is too busy pretending he never saw this.]

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[classicms_smith]

It's just like England, don't you think!

[But she's smiling and tilts her head in curiosity.]

What's all this talk about The Corrosion? I've heard mention but haven't really managed to catch someone's ear enough to really ask about it.

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[blessedarethebookmakers]

Well it's a bit difficult to explain. [his wings flex a little] I don't really understand it much myself-- just that it's... twisting creatures, places... eating away at dreams? Perhaps? I never really asked.

[and it hadn't seemed important]

But it can be defeated and purified. Well, purified by a Prince or Princess.

Have you learned your Class yet, dear?

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[classicms_smith]

That's more of an explanation than I've gotten so far.

[Mental notes for her notebook once she gets one.]

Oh! Mhm! I'm a Hero according to Merlin of all people. Hey now, you sure we're not in some catch all for the British Isle?

[She's smiling though so clearly a joke.]

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[paradoxical_personality]

[Finally! Something familiar]

I didn't realize there were any Seraphs here... [Basically the male equivalent to the Valkyries]

Have you been able to get word to Odin?

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[blessedarethebookmakers]

I am not a Seraph, I'm afraid. Nor a Seraphim when it comes to it. I am not part of your worldview at all, and have no connection to Odin. [and barely a connection to the Almighty. If any any more]

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[paradoxical_personality]

[This would actually explain why she didn't recognize the man. She usually was up to date on her denizens of Asgard]

Of course you aren't.

[Since apparently it was too much to ask for there to be anyone from the same dimension. The visitors she'd encountered in the past all came through as a group. How'd she get so lucky?]

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[az_shrimp_horny]

[She smiles warmly at Aziraphale]

Hey, can I come by sometime to return those books you leant me? I should probably pick up a couple more if I'm gonna help these new people with training...

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[blessedarethebookmakers]

[it's evening by he answers. He's not in his flat and is, in fact, in the bar and has been for a while]

Oh... Sure... come by any time. Any time. I won't be there but take what you want, dear, I trust you. Just...just try not to dog ear anything. [he flops a hand]

[az_shrimp_horny]

[While it's nice that he trusts her, she still frowns a little.]

Hey, bud... You okay?

[blue_ice]

Well, you got one thing right.

[blessedarethebookmakers]

Mmm? [it takes him a while to respond as he is currently sitting in little corner with a big bottle of brandy] And which part is that, my dear. Do enlighten me.

[blue_ice]

The anger is justified.

I've been told my absence isn't going to affect my world's timeline, but the risk is real, even as unbelievable as the rest can be.

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[unladenswallow]

Why "Mister Fell," are you known for taking tumbles often?

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[blessedarethebookmakers]

Mm. Clever. [he smiles a little] But no, my dear. Suffice to say that some people find pronouncing my full name to be a bit complicated. [and he does not do nicknames]

[unladenswallow]

They could try harder. ( on the other hand she didn't mind nicknames. ) Are you a counselor of some sort that you offer your door for assistance so openly?

10/12 action -locked to Crowley

[blessedarethebookmakers]

[he is back, early in the morning, working in the sitting room on some ledgers. About time to balance the books anyway. Or to see where their money was going. Crowley's money. And some of his mission money. He should probably get a job, he thought with a faint sigh. Why not? It wasn't as if he was actually being useful otherwise.]

[serpentinthegarden]

[ Far too early in the morning, Crowley stumbled out of the bedroom with his eyes still have closed hot on the search for coffee but he found something much more important. ]

Aziraphale?

[ He blinked the sleep from his eyes, making sure to touch the angel's shoulder just in case this was still a dream. ]

You're back?

[blessedarethebookmakers]

Mm. I am. [a faint smile and he touches Crowley's hand briefly before getting back to work. Then with another glance at Crowley, snaps his fingers and there's a sputtering from the direction of the kitchen]

Coffee is brewing, dear.