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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.
treno_nobleman: (dark messenger)

campus!

[personal profile] treno_nobleman 2019-08-15 05:29 am (UTC)(link)
Given time enough, one becomes familiar with the faces that pass by on the ins and outs of the day to day. The school grounds hadn't seemed so small when he first arrived, but as the months passed, its borders closed in little by little. He knows the area well now and most all of the faces within, if not the names associated with them, especially those of his own house, much as he was loathe to associate himself too closely with anyone or anything.

The fluffy, swaggering Oh leopard trailing behind him was no exception, but even she had become a part of his life he'd grown to accept. This man in the light clothing with the supplies, however, caught Kuja's eye. He didn't know that face. Of that, he was certain, and anything new or out of the ordinary tended to draw his curiosity. His tail tip twitched as he watched the man, trying to decide if he was a new student native to the world, perhaps from a far away land, or another of the Sundered.

"On assignment, are we?"

Whoever he was, he had Califleur's interest as well, ears perked and attentive.
treno_nobleman: (what's this)

no probs!

[personal profile] treno_nobleman 2019-08-22 03:33 pm (UTC)(link)
"New? Ah, then perhaps not, and all the better for it." There would be time enough for that, now that the man was on their grounds, and a new Sundered put a slight damper on his thoughts, though he was careful not to let it show. New Sundered meant the magic that brought him and the others here was still at work, still uncontrolled. Goodness, this world...

The wary look cast to the Oh leopard did not go missed, not by Kuja nor the subject of its attention. Califleur tilted her head, ears still perked, with a light chuff; Kuja merely smiled, recognizing his familiar's pleas for what they were. Always the eager one to make friends, this creature, despite her master's tendencies.

"Several, yes, depending on what interests you have and what were forced upon you in the way of classes. The buildings are spread out in some way that makes a little sense, but then there is the cafeteria and, of course, where you might find the instructors and mentors. If you'd like and you have the time, I would be happy to show you around."

He paused, felt his familiar's gaze on him, and could sense the approval in her purr without having to see it on her face. "I am Kuja, and this is my familiar, Califleur. She does not bite, I assure you, though she may beg your affections in an effort to win you over."
treno_nobleman: (that's not hope)

[personal profile] treno_nobleman 2019-09-04 10:12 pm (UTC)(link)
Something in Kuja's smile seemed to perk, faintly. "Another of Ka? We may see more of each other sooner rather than later. It isn't terrible, all things considered, though I'm not overly fond of their choice of color." Really, then. "The Sundering has been of great interest to me thus far, for what I might call obvious reasons. I've found their Laws to be... peculiar, but not far from what I knew back on Gaia. I can say Discovery was fascinating, but of course you will take these and find out for yourself what you will like. I have only been through the first tier of classes since arrival myself." He was far from the first to do so, but if nothing they had people willing to help learn the magic of this world, annoying as it all way.

More than willing to humor him, Califleur stepped closer and, after a sniff or two, pushed her head right into the fingers offered with a rumbling purr. If he'd been nervous about felines before, she seemed intent on changing his mind about that now, such was her nature.

Kuja watched, not truly interested in her doings. It was the same for everyone and anyone she could convince to let her snuggle up to, the git, but he let her. She knew not to overwhelm. "Yes, I suppose. Though I will warn you now, she will try to befriend anyone and anything she can. She is quite the socialite, I've found." Not unlike her master, at times, in a way. "And be it a pleasure in return, Mr. Fell."