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Festival of the Gods

Who: Eleven and OTA (everyone is invited!)
Where: Temple District
When: September 10th, Sundown- Evening
What: A Question of Belief Adventure Festival!
Warnings: Unlikely

[ooc: prompts in the comments! please feel free to make your own starters off the temple tours and festival streets prompts if you'd like! As this is a culmination of Eleven's adventure, I am going to make every effort to tag everyone that tags in]

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[ Aziraphale cared, that made it important. Crowley didn't realize it was that much of an open secret but apparently it was. ]

It's not fine.

[ It didn't take any great seer or genius to see how upset Alec was over this. More upset than his usual grumpiness. ]

It sucks. The universe grabbed you by the balls, threw you to the curb, and stomped on you... But it doesn't have to stay like that. You are out here learning magic. You are learning how to bend the rules of the universe to your command.

[ An ever so slight tilt of his head. ]

Anything is possible.

[he gives Crowley a wry look]

All the power in the universe, hm? And how is that working out for you two?

[ Have a 'ever so innocent, never has a demon been more innocent that this one' shrug! ]

Whadda mean?

[To the familiar:] Hey! No, you don't. I'll have you know that coat is a uniform and I have no desire to find a replacement. Unhand--er, release me at once--

[Any and all attempts to ply the coat from the creature's jaws was unsuccessful, with Aziraphale turning this way and that trying to keep the familiar from tugging too hard at the fabric. Meanwhile, THOSE TWO were ignoring him in his plight and letting this ridiculous dog-thing rough him up for snacks!]

Excuse me?! Might one of you actually behave like a gentleman and help me here? I am being hounded for treats and he is destroying a perfectly good coat!

Edited 2021-09-30 02:45 (UTC)

I mean you're both miserable idiots.

[he was distracted somewhat by Fell's outrage and blinked at the creature who was trying to eat him. He gave a short sharp whistle, grabbed what was left of the pastry from Fell's hand and tossed it. With a yawf the dog thing went after it, plunging heedlessly through the crowds]

Maybe it thought you were a cream puff.

[ Him a gentleman? Forgive him for smiling like the cat who caught the canary, but that was a marvelous miscasting. Still, charmed as he was by the idea, Crowley paced around his angel to take in the damage done and then gave his injured coat a little demonic tailoring to knit the ruined hem back together. ]

And we're not miserable. You are the one frowning in the middle of a festival.

[Gentleman or not, Crowley still gets an appreciative smile as he does exactly what Aziraphale had hoped he would do. The angel fluffed his curls a bit, primping and straightening himself out after that brief quarrel with the familiar.]

Exactly. And even if I was a bit of a choux pastry, it doesn't mean I let just anyone have a bite.

Now. What were you two discussing before we were so rudely interrupted?

[a fond smile. Too fond. He runs a hand over his mouth and then, hands in his pockets, turns away a little]

You're right. You're not miserable. But since we all have magic here [him to a far lesser degree but nevermind. Not an intuitive bone in him. At least not for this] maybe even being the best in the universe isn't going to make someone happy.

[in other words, he is beyond hope]

Probably something depressing. Don't worry about it.

You can't say that and expect me not to worry about it, Alec.

[He's concerned now. What were you talking about. Are you alright?]

Anyway, who wants to be the best? One-upping each other is a terrible sport, really. Leads to all kinds of misery and no one will ever be the best--the next person is always waiting in the wings to take that crown.

Content yourself with enjoying the fun of doing.

Memories. We were talking about making some memories not...

[ Vague hand gesture at the conversation he didn't really understand. ]

Pokemon.

[ 'I want to be the very best'~ It was a song that floated to mind amid all this being the best and what all talk. ]

I don't know what a mobile game has to do with anything.

[he shrugged]

Make memories. I'm not trying to be the best, I'm just trying to keep up. Having fun was never on the menu.

And I don't know what being the best has to do with anything. We're trying to hang out with you, make memories with you... we aren't looking for the best.

And why do you care except because he does?

[he says it mildly as if he doesn't much matter]

I don't need pity.

You want me to lie? Pretend I remember all these events I never went through. I could if it would help.

[ Aziraphale wanted a family and the idea hadn't landed badly with him. ]

I've never had a family. Ever. I can't help but wonder what that might be like...

[he sighed]

You both are gigantic pains in the ass. I don't even know if it was real anyway. It didn't feel real. It felt too good for someone like me. But I suppose since you're both utter bastards it evens out.

[he moves to Crowley's side and shakes his head. Then in a dramatic move, loops an arm around his neck and drags him down to dig his knuckles against his stupid head.

Does he mean it? Not completely. There isn't going to be happy family time because it is so thin and fragile that it will just go again in an instant. But-- he can't help wanting to take care of them. To give them a little bit of happiness, not that they needed more than each other.]

[Helpful, Crowley, so helpful.]

Why are memories--You know what, I don't want to know.

[ What? You didn't follow the vague and sort of logic-less jump? ]

Memories are important. Its a human thing. Helps... knit people together.

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