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diatu2019-10-09 11:59 pm
temptationaccomplished) wrote in diatu2019-10-09 11:59 pm
now I'm waiting for something to fall from the skies
Who: Aziraphale, Eleven, and Yotsuyu… AND YOU
Where: The school
When: October 10th and onward
What: Mr. A.Z. Fell requests the presence of Mr. Anthony J. Crowley at Diatu Magicademy. ...Perhaps he should have been more specific in HOW. (Aziraphale summons a demon)
Warnings: I'm WAY too excited for my own good?!!
There was a lot of great wisdom that ran something like this:
If you want something done, do it yourself. If you want it to happen, make it happen
If Crowley wasn't going to just show up here by his own accord--or by whatever means of Sundering had brought the rest of them here in the first place--than Aziraphale was going to bring him here himself.
And he knew of one rumored way to do so. Summoning. Because that was apparently what you did with demons. You summoned them. And he couldn't have been placed in Ka--the House of Sundering, the House of I'm-Pretty-Sure-They're-Summoning-Demons--for no ineffable reason.
So he was going to summon a demon. One demon. One very specific demon.
He had taken every precaution he could. [1] Aziraphale had chosen an out of the way, largely unused corridor deep into the schoolgrounds to serve as his summoning location in the hopes of both secrecy and safety. A glyph was in place as a ward, to trap anything that might come through. He had assembled assistance. Yotsuyu had led her expertise and provided a second look at Aziraphale's spells. Eleven was here to defend the school from wayward demons who might accidentally be summoned into the circle and break the ward. All that was left was to summon his demon.
A soft whisper into the still air: "I will ask you for no more frivolous miracles on my selfish behalf. Just grant this one. Please."
The circle was completed.
[1] Well, not every precaution. He had decided against Holy Water.
[[ooc: I'll put up Minithreads in a moment! Hang tight!]]
Where: The school
When: October 10th and onward
What: Mr. A.Z. Fell requests the presence of Mr. Anthony J. Crowley at Diatu Magicademy. ...Perhaps he should have been more specific in HOW. (Aziraphale summons a demon)
Warnings: I'm WAY too excited for my own good?!!
There was a lot of great wisdom that ran something like this:
If you want something done, do it yourself. If you want it to happen, make it happen
If Crowley wasn't going to just show up here by his own accord--or by whatever means of Sundering had brought the rest of them here in the first place--than Aziraphale was going to bring him here himself.
And he knew of one rumored way to do so. Summoning. Because that was apparently what you did with demons. You summoned them. And he couldn't have been placed in Ka--the House of Sundering, the House of I'm-Pretty-Sure-They're-Summoning-Demons--for no ineffable reason.
So he was going to summon a demon. One demon. One very specific demon.
He had taken every precaution he could. [1] Aziraphale had chosen an out of the way, largely unused corridor deep into the schoolgrounds to serve as his summoning location in the hopes of both secrecy and safety. A glyph was in place as a ward, to trap anything that might come through. He had assembled assistance. Yotsuyu had led her expertise and provided a second look at Aziraphale's spells. Eleven was here to defend the school from wayward demons who might accidentally be summoned into the circle and break the ward. All that was left was to summon his demon.
A soft whisper into the still air: "I will ask you for no more frivolous miracles on my selfish behalf. Just grant this one. Please."
The circle was completed.
[1] Well, not every precaution. He had decided against Holy Water.
[[ooc: I'll put up Minithreads in a moment! Hang tight!]]
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Can't Aziraphale just stop getting into trouble for once in his blessed existence?
He made a low, disgruntled noise in his throat. "Right. Well, don't intend to be here two months, so we might as well get a move on with this whole... blood, sweat, and tears business." It was going to come down to doing this the human way, so be it. Or the not-human way, since it was magic. Same thing. "At the very least, I guess we better clean this up after all and quit lurking in darkened hallways." Demon, lurking. "Somebody's bound to get the right idea." A pause and he looked around. Speaking of, "Where'd the kid go off to? Does he have--you know, you think--any idea?" he indicated himself.