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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.
Sorry for tardiness! I didn't realize how tardy o_o
From that short list of descriptors Atem had exemplified at least two of them since well... he did sometimes gravitate towards dark clothing with an excessive amount of belts, and he tended to act tough- but only when confronting those who deserved it. His hair, strangely enough had always been this way, though people never believed him when he said it and the camera hadn't been invented at the time he was born.
Walking into the room, he looked for a place that looked unoccupied stopping only when he caught that comment. "Ah-.. you must be talking to me...". Since no one else in here was sporting a quaff with the volume of his. "It's actually surprisingly simple.. I'm afraid there really isn't a trick to it." Hoping that wouldn't be too much of a disappointment. "Yes, actually I am. I don't think I've ever seen this place when it was this crowded. The word must have traveled fast about how good the food is." Smiling at the offer, he reached for the back of the chair and pulled it out far enough for him to seat himself upon it. "Thank you, that's very kind, Mr Fell." Exhibiting manners that might be considered unusual for a 'punk'. A quick glance at his current companion told him that this man had a keen attention for detail, at least if his attire was anything to go on. "I'm Atem. Have you been in Anastara for long?"
And then I lost track of time as well. Sorry!
But his hair was no matter, and his manners were quite pleasant for a punk and a young man. Aziraphale was pleased to have found a polite dining companion.
"I have not. I'm afraid it's only my first week here. I was just feeling a bit hungry after all the wandering around and sight-seeing and thought I best pop in for a bit of lunch." He arranged a napkin primly on his lap. "Atem, though, that's quite a name. In my world, I think that may have been an ancient Egyptian deity. Some sort of creation god, something about a snake, if memory serves. Anyway. Have you been here long yourself?"
And then I got Sick XD. No worries
The subject was swiftly forgotten however in lieu of discussing origins.
"I thought that I hadn't seen you before- not that I'm an expert on everyone who resides here mind you." Not wanting it to be assumed that he was a busy body. No, there was just something different about his current companion that set him aside from the locals. "You picked an ideal location for that." As if the amount of occupied seats wasn't telling enough. He couldn't help quirking up an eyebrow at what was said next. There was a naturally association with a pharaoh and the Egyptian Gods but his ego was not so great to place himself directly in their number. ".. Mm, yes I am familiar with that deity." Perhaps if he provided a little of his own backstory, Mr. Fell would share his own. "If you're familiar with the Egyptian Gods, and you designated them as ancient... then we might be from the same world but different timelines."
"It's been .... oh.. months now," Pausing to consider just how many,"About seven going on eight?"
I hope you're feeling better. I saw you took a hiatus
"But I don't remember the ancient Egyptians having purple and gold hair. Doubtful that little trivia would have escaped my notice, even with the whole nasty mess with the Plagues and the Red Sea otherwise occupying my--" attention, "--interest. In history, I mean." Cleverly handled, that.
The smells of freshly cooked food wafted up from neighboring tables and Aziraphale inhaled with a delighted smile, briefly distracted from the topic at hand. An ideal location indeed!
"Oh, but seven, nearly eight months? That's awful! How do you cope?" Seven months! Aziraphale fretted a bit. That was too long to be away. "I can't begin to imagine what it must be like being so abruptly and inconveniently relocated and have to spend the better part of a year here, nice as it all seems."