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diatu2019-09-09 04:42 pm
bearshermark) wrote in diatu2019-09-09 04:42 pm
[Adventure] A Question of Faith
Who: Eleven, Isabel, and Mr. Fell
Where: First District
When: September ssometime
What: When life gives you giant eyeballs
Warnings: n/a for now!
As had become their custom, Eleven met Isabel outside the temple after his duties were finished, and they made idle chatter as they walked back toward the Academy to turn in for the night.
It was a pleasant way to wind down the evening- or it should have been.
Nothing prepared him for an enormous eye to insert itself into the air beside him. Eleven started, then leaped back with a shout, pulling Isabel with him just as it began speaking.
"A Sundered who is faithful, is -- oh, crap, it's you."
Just as suddenly as it arrived, it vanished, leaving behind a wide, black portal suspended in the night air. Eleven's heart raced as he stared into the nothingness, half-expecting the great eye would return or else the portal itself would close up.
"What kind of thing," he said numbly, brain scrambling to catch up with reality. Belatedly, his grip on Isabel's wrist loosened. "Did you see..?"
Where: First District
When: September ssometime
What: When life gives you giant eyeballs
Warnings: n/a for now!
As had become their custom, Eleven met Isabel outside the temple after his duties were finished, and they made idle chatter as they walked back toward the Academy to turn in for the night.
It was a pleasant way to wind down the evening- or it should have been.
Nothing prepared him for an enormous eye to insert itself into the air beside him. Eleven started, then leaped back with a shout, pulling Isabel with him just as it began speaking.
"A Sundered who is faithful, is -- oh, crap, it's you."
Just as suddenly as it arrived, it vanished, leaving behind a wide, black portal suspended in the night air. Eleven's heart raced as he stared into the nothingness, half-expecting the great eye would return or else the portal itself would close up.
"What kind of thing," he said numbly, brain scrambling to catch up with reality. Belatedly, his grip on Isabel's wrist loosened. "Did you see..?"
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Isabel had a point about their noise level, but Aziraphale couldn't resist talking. Call it a nervous habit.
"Multiverses sounds like a science-fiction thing." Which wasn't to say it wasn't true, just that it was all a bit too perplexing and ineffable, and seemed like a long rant Crowley would get on after a few too many bottles of wine in the bookshop. Or something that Shadwell or Miss Device would believe in. But it was enough of a hand-waving explanation for the oddness they had experienced here, he supposed. "It's a shame there aren't more of us explicitly from Earth to compare notes. I should like to know some of our differences.
Tell me, did your world have a Rock-And-Roll band known as Queen? My friend's car was immensely fond of them."