Sorcerers of the Magic Kingdom

[he comes to the camera, backlit by sunshine and looking sly]

I see we have some new people.

Well! As to that, I have nothing to say but Good Luck!

You'll need it!

[and then he ends the feed, proud of himself! He did so well!]

[he doesn't seem to notice the camera. He is reading a book by a desk in the library office, sunlight shining through. Finally he blinks at the mirror and checks the time on his pocket watch]

Oh, dear. Yes it does seem to be that time again doesn't it. Welcome to the Magic Kingdoms etcetera and so forth. Pleased to have you here. There are several that will guide you and help such as Lydia and Eleanor and Michael-- and so on...

You are among...relative friends here save for certain foul smelling individuals with color changing hair that you should feel free to lob soap at at any opportunity. Don't be shocked should it run away crying.

But do try not to annoy the locals. They seem rather fed up with us already and I am frankly tired of getting glared at when I go for my daily constitutional.

Toodle-pip and behave yourselves.

[but he says this last to the book as if he's already lost interest]

[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]

[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.

[it has to be said he has had to have time to get over certain things, but he's rested a bit and reconnected a bit and no longer feels like he is falling apart at the seams. And so! He stands in front of the window, light streaming in around him, because Presentation is 50% of...well...proceeding to foment.

Anyway, the point is, with the light on his wings and through his hair and his immaculate clothes... that he is a bit tired of wearing, he must say. That, however is neither here nor there.

Added to the mix, the sapphire on his rose gold pinky ring is glowing faintly.

When he speaks, his voice is low and quite musical though he's not singing. There is a certain richness to it. Like honey or warm milk. Something nostalgic and full of meaning]

Good afternoon, everyone.

We've had quite an adventure, haven't we! Some more adventure than others it seems. And look. Sometimes it took a miracle, but we have all survived it-- and succeeded no less. And have gotten sparks for our trouble. [he presses a hand to his heart, the one on which the ring sits and the sapphire seems to trail light into the air]

It might have been difficult and trying... but the reward is that we are a little closer to success. To making things right. To discovering ourselves and what we are truly capable of. Thank you for those who rescued Dreamfinder and [he falters, then says confidently] Pigment.

And even though the quest to retrieve the amulet sadly didn't do as much as was hoped-- who knows what may come of it? Perhaps the real benefit was the friendships we made along the way.

As before, I am always here to help as I can... But please make an appointment first unless it's crucial. I do have a lot to learn myself. Beyond that, I'll always lend a willing ear to any of your problems.

Rest easy my friends. We have much to be proud of.

It 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.