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diatu2019-08-06 12:09 am
temptationaccomplished) wrote in 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.
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.
campus
"Hi!" A perky voice shouts from both below and behind. "Do you need some help?"
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But then... It did appear that way. His brows pinched together in a frown.
"Hello? Yes, I...I do appear to be a bit lost. Are you--" It would be rude to question her personhood, so he pressed on. "Are you, by chance, a guide?"
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"I've been here long enough to know where almost everything is! What were you looking for?"
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"I'm looking for my living quarters," he says, bumbling through the pile for his acceptance letter so that he can hold it out for her to see. "Suite 404, it says, but everyone so far has laughed and I'm afraid I am missing out on the joke."
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"We only got the BEST dorm in the entire campus!" She jumped up to grab his hand and drag him along - she's strong for a small thing!
"We stay in Makerion Keep - it used to be fortress, and it's got all kinds of history, and it's full of ghosts!"
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"Ghosts? Goodness. Are they friendly?" It certainly wasn't the first time Aziraphale had stayed in a fortress or castle--after all, he had been present during the Medieval era--but he was hoping these would have modern conveniences. Places like that could get so drafty and damp. "I would hate to have to live among mean-spirited, well, spirits."
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Oh well! There was always next time.
"I'm Webby! What's your name?"
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Though he was pretty certain that exorcising a ghost was a bit different from exorcising a demonic spirit.
"Webby, what a pretty name." Unique as well. "You may call me Mr. Fell. Is Webby short for anything?"
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She glanced back at him, surprised - most people didn't guess that it was a nickname. "Actually, yeah - Webbigail Vanderquack. How'd you know?"
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"I admit it was a guess." Webby as a name had the ring of a shortened-name to it, or a self-given one; had she been a boy, he might have thought it was a surname instead, re-purposed to be a first name (rather like Adam's little friend Wesley? Wendsy? Oh, bother, he couldn't remember). Her last name sounded important, if only because it reminded Aziraphale of a wealthy American he had heard about during the late-nineteenth century.
"But you prefer Webby?" He didn't want to call her the wrong name.
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"It's just more fun to say - short and sweet and gets the job done! But I'm thinking of giving myself a middle name when I'm grown up. Like 'Webby Danger Vanderquack' or 'Webby Elusive Vanderquack'. Something to really put fear in the hearts of my enemies!"
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"Why settle on one? Why not just try on a new one every week or so? You don't seem the type to be boxed into a single descriptive name."
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"That's a brilliant idea! A new identity every week - making me more difficult to find and messing up their intelligence operatives!"
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"An adventurer? My. That is very brave. I can definitely see you solving ancient riddles and exploring catacombs. Maybe then you'll get to perform that exorcism."
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"Did you know there are tons of different ways to fight or appease ghosts? Scrooge has mastered them all!"
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"Like this one pirate ghost wanted Scrooge's head, but he was so fixated on that exact wording that Scrooge was able to trick him by giving him what he wanted - his head... from a statue of him!"
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He gave a happy little laugh at that and then proceeded to fumble some of his new supplies with a surprised "Oh no!" Aziraphale had to stoop to pick it up before continuing on with her.
"Have you ever met this Scrooge or do you read about his adventures in books?" He sounded like a storybook character from a young adult novel, an adventurous hero Kipling or Robert Louis Stevenson might have wrote about. Someone Adam would have probably enjoyed, by the sound of things.
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"Oh, you'll love this - I live with him in his mansion! My Granny is his housekeeper! And he lets me call him Uncle!"