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Aziraphale ([personal profile] temptationaccomplished) wrote in [community profile] diatu2019-08-06 12:09 am

[OPEN]

Who: Aziraphale and [OPEN]
Where: Wandering, specifically checking out the temples
When: ~August 5th, and the days following
What: The Angel is new on campus and he's got to get the lay of the land, what the gods are, where you can feed ducks, check out the library...and most importantly: find out where the food is.
Warnings: I will avoid giving Good Omens spoilers. Feel free to tell me Y/N on spoilers on the intro post, but by default, if you notice him dancing away from a certain topic despite being pressed about it? It's probably delving into spoiler territory.



Campus

Aziraphale had been wandering around the campus and city for the better part of...well, he lost track of time. And that wasn't the only thing he had lost. He himself was incredibly lost. On top of that, he had absolutely not been able to locate his new residence "Living Quarters Suite 404," despite his best efforts and a few well-meaning inquiries. (They LAUGHED at him! Sadly, he was not aware of the joke! How rude!) All he had established was that it was not in the House Towers.

His House, according to his acceptance memo, indicated he belonged to a group called Ka, which resulted in his assigned clothing looking like something that could have come from Crowley's closet. (Ka even sounded snake-ish, a la Rudyard Kipling. He supposed it could have been worse.) Black and red and not a lick of tartan. THAT would not do. Miracles might not work here, but he was sure a little needle and thread could be made to save him from this if he didn't learn the appropriate magic before then. For now, however, he was content to wear his usual light colored coat and bow-tie; there was no sense to change clothing immediately on arrival. The weather was certainly amenable; when he had left it had been late summer as well. But his arms were getting a bit tired of carrying his new supplies, including the odd sword hilt he had been (oh, dear) assigned.

Temples

Wandering eventually lead him, no surprise, to the temples. The Temple of Raida drew him in first, because it was grandiose and yet had an air of benevolence. Inside, it reminded him of cathedrals and mosques and temples he had visited over the millennia. Beautiful. Imposing.

He expected his feet to burn. Perhaps expected a good smiting. Instead, he took a seat on one of the pews without interference and wondered if this new place was too far from his God that she might not even see him anymore.

Gloves At The Table

Peeking into the restaurant, he determined it seemed to be a teppanyaki-style preparation. How quaint! How he would pay for it, Aziraphale had no idea, but it looked enchanting enough, and he was feeling a bit peckish.
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[personal profile] bearshermark 2019-08-06 05:57 am (UTC)(link)
"Thank you," Eleven smiled in turn, then brightened as he followed the movement of the man's hands to the uniform in his lap. A new arrival, and native students were usually more around his own age.

"Did you say you're one of the Sundered?"

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[personal profile] bearshermark 2019-08-06 06:04 am (UTC)(link)
"Yes." Eleven ducked his head and fidgeted a bit with the sleeve of his robe. "The first to become part of a temple, actually."

After a moment, he held out a hand. "I'm Eleven. As you might guess, I'm in the Eiather house."
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[personal profile] bearshermark 2019-08-06 06:44 am (UTC)(link)
He nodded and didn't miss the beat and phrasing that suggested that it wasn't the man's actual name. He supposed that was fair: people knew his name, but didn't know much about who he really was- or was meant to be.

"Mr. Fell, then. It's good to meet you. I'd be happy to help if you have any questions or.. anything, I suppose. I've been here for awhile now."

Though he suspected that would change soon, if he was right about the reason he'd come here to start with.
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[personal profile] bearshermark 2019-08-06 07:04 am (UTC)(link)
"I came in with the first arrivals." Eleven took a moment to count back. "That was about six months ago. But I'd never been to school before then, either. There are a lot of classes and studying can be pretty hard if you aren't used to it. But you just need to look at your schedule and find your classrooms, then attend them until they're over."

He hesitated. "Well, I guess you don't really have to- I know a few people that skip them- but I don't really want to test what happens if we don't master the magic we have."
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[personal profile] bearshermark 2019-08-06 07:17 am (UTC)(link)
He nodded, but doubted their ability to learn more than experts hadn't already.

"I think we're all here for a reason," Eleven said, smoothing down the front of his robes. "I'm sure it's different for everyone and maybe we don't know what that reason is, but I'm sure it's Yggdrasil's will that I'm here. I might even return soon, now that.."

He spared a brief glance to his marked hand. "Well, we'll see, I suppose. Only Yggdrasil Herself can say."
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[personal profile] bearshermark 2019-08-06 07:42 am (UTC)(link)
"I can understand that."

Though he knew he needed to, a large part of him didn't want to return, so it suited him well enough to let destiny take its time in doing so.

"There are researchers you can talk to that are looking into how it is we arrived here and how we might be returned," he offered. "They don't appear to have made a lot of progress, but they're working on it, at least. It's rooted in Sundering magic, so it might also help to take that branch of magic to understand it a little more."
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[personal profile] bearshermark 2019-08-06 04:17 pm (UTC)(link)
Eleven's eyes flicked up as though weighing the man before him. He wondered what his experience with the occult entailed, while also desiring to know as little about it as possible.

"It sounds like you have a good place to start, then," he said, hands clasping in front of him with a slight incline of his head. "I hope your studies go well for you, and may the forces of benevolence watch over you."
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[personal profile] bearshermark 2019-08-07 06:52 am (UTC)(link)
Eleven turned, eyes finding the fingers pinching the end of his sleeve, then fell back the step he'd taken.

"Of course," he said, choosing to take a seat as well. His eyes strayed to Raida's great statue.

"Raida is an goddess of great benevolence. Indiscriminate in Her blessings, She offers solace and sanctuary to all those who come seeking it- even those without faith or those bound to other deities. I'm grateful for that every day."
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[personal profile] bearshermark 2019-08-07 07:39 am (UTC)(link)
Eleven glanced down at his lap, fingers idly twining into themselves.

"Yggdrasil is also a goddess of benevolence. She is the source of all life and light in Erdrea. I grew up praying to the Spirit of the Land that watches over my home village. I don't think something like that has ever been a concern of Hers."
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[personal profile] bearshermark 2019-08-07 01:32 pm (UTC)(link)
Eleven hummed a curious note. "It seems odd, to me. Gods have greater concerns than that. Shouldn't it be in more important that your actions are in keeping with the god you represent?"

He tipped his head. "I guess there could be conflict if there were opposing wills.."
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[personal profile] bearshermark 2019-08-08 05:54 am (UTC)(link)
Eleven nearly laughed, but reigned the impulse in to a smile- one that swiftly faded as he spoke.

"Well I'm not about to swear my life to the Dark One. Anyway, Erdwin defeated him long ago. The Lord of Shadows is.. is not yet a God- though I'm sure he thinks himself such."
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[personal profile] bearshermark 2019-08-09 02:47 pm (UTC)(link)
He hadn't really thought of it that way- that darkness might exist because of human contribution. The people of Cobblestone had always been kind- were still kind -and the King had been poisoned. But what of Jasper, then? It was a subject that he had yet to be able to broach with Hendrik.

Eleven shivered, hands turning over in his lap.

"It's hard to think about," he admitted. "I know monsters exist because of darkness and that Mordegon was the source of it, but I don't know where it was that he..."

His eyes narrowed, caught on a memory. "...Gained such power. But he's not a god, anymore than I am."

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