[Open] Waltz of the Flowers

[dancingonapin]

Who: Aziraphale and anyone else whom he bumps into~
Where: On his way home from the Aquarius district going to the Libra district late at night (nearing but not quite at the 13th Hour)
Summary: A certain angel is getting home late from his job after putting together... a little project of his possibly involving a new job. Feel free to either bump into him (literally), or meet him while he's being hindered by demons. Or comment on how mostly-naked his Persona is.
Warnings: Aziraphale is kind of adorable? Also his Persona Eve is nude with only ivy covering her lady parts.

The angel hadn't been paying attention to the time when he'd finally decided to quit his research that night. Putting together forms and papers, mapping out a curriculum, and amassing several books of prayer, worship, and prophecy written in several different languages- all of which he could read, of course- had been his new project for this week. Two days into this project and he was already beginning to feel the burden of what pursuing a job like this would mean...

But things had been rather quiet working in a library. He enjoyed the quiet, honestly, he really did, but having all downtime and no "uptime" meant the most exciting moments of his day involved snatching expensive books out of children's hands, and the occasional run-in with his "brother." In fact, the most enjoyable time he'd had, surprisingly, was teaching his young pupil Pit how to read and write English. It was hard work, a rough endeavor, but the pay-off of seeing him slowly begin to comprehend what he was being taught was unlike anything Aziraphale had felt. And he did "good" things for people for a living.

Which is where this little project had come in... He wasn't sure if he'd go through with it, still, but he figured it was worth at least looking into. It would be something nice to do aside from library work... And he'd be able to really share his passion with others for the first time in what he could only guess was centuries. (His knowledge on religion, prophecy, angelology, and demonology was incredibly vast, after all, which is where the difficulty in putting together a narrow curriculum came in.)

So with stacks of papers, books, and various folders in his arms, the angel is walking home as the hour approaches midnight, wrapped up in warm scarves and warm coats as he hums a rather fitting tune considering the snowy weather. Aware of the hour and the danger that came with it, beside him floats his Persona, a Greek goddess of a woman with ivy snaking up around her, only barely covering up certain areas of her otherwise naked body. The motherly looking woman is holding an apple in her palms and regarding Aziraphale with fondness, seeming to sway along with his humming as he walks.

Aziraphale may or may not be looking where he's going... he may slip on a patch of ice on the sidewalk and drop all of his books and papers. Or perhaps he's attacked by a demon once the Thirteenth Hour is upon him? Or perhaps you're simply curious to know what he's doing out so late at night with such a... strange looking Persona. Decide how you'll find this angel.

Comments

[dancingonapin]

Aziraphale takes a cautious step backwards. "Of course she was just a child... Not alive for more than seven days and already cast from Eden..." And far too easily tempted. He's curious to know what this boy means by the threatened existence of free will in his world, however... Technically everyone was a son of Adam and Eve, so Naoya's vagueness on that part didn't help him much.

"What do you mean by turning away, though?" As he asks this, Eve is similarly moving slightly in front of Aziraphale to protect him, her stance defensive.

[meaningdies]

"I mean that even when one of her sons was in pain and confused she refused to comfort him despite the fact that he barely knew what was going on!" He can't help raising his voice, or the clearly audible note of pain in his tone.

"He didn't understand what he had done and he had been cursed, and she turned away from him. She refused to believe it was an accident, as he had said. What sort of mother does that?!"

[dancingonapin]

Blink... Well he certainly seemed upset. "You're... talking about Cain, correct?" Aziraphale shifts the papers in his arms a little as he glances at his Persona again. She didn't seem very aware of the conversation taking place...

"You're aware that my Persona is merely symbolism, a reflection of part of my mind? She isn't literally Eve... Are you trying to imply that because of my Persona, I must agree with every action the real Eve took?"

[meaningdies]

"Tch. ..."

He knew. He knew, and he let his anger get ahead of himself again. He kept doing that in every life, and especially where the events of that life were concerned. It was a button that kept getting pressed over and over again, causing barely contained rage.

Even after all of these years he hadn't gotten a hold of it.

"I'm aware. It's simply that if these things are a reflection of our true selves, of our inner souls, to have a reflection of yourself that is a person with such... obvious faults calls into question the wielder's own."

[dancingonapin]

Talk about judging a book based on its cover...

"If I had to speculate the reason as to why Eve is my Persona, I could name a few reasons that don't necessarily equate me to the naivety of the child that she was." Namely the fact that he, too, was disobedient towards God and half-defected to the side of free will and humankind... But also Eve was an old acquaintance of his.

"You're acting as though her life and story was personal to you."

[meaningdies]

"And if I said that it is, would that really be so surprising, given the variety of worlds represented in the populace here?"

Coyote tensed, as if getting ready to pounce.

[dancingonapin]

Aziraphale takes a few more steps back, eyeing the Persona with caution and shifting his papers into the crook of one arm. His free hand reaches to his side and grips the hilt of his sword resting in a small spacial distortion on the inside of his coat.

"I suppose it wouldn't be... I'm not entirely sure what reason you would have to act hostile towards me, it's not as though I chose my Persona. She was assigned to me."

[meaningdies]

"Tch. I'd advise you to be careful, then. I've got my reasons to be suspicious of anyone associated with her."

He smiles thinly, Coyote backing off a bit but still bristling. "What's your name, by the way?"

[dancingonapin]

Not that he'd been planning to let his identity slip to this clearly not-so-friendly stranger, but all the more reason to be cautious...

"My name?" Err... He pauses for a moment. "Francis. Francis Fell."

[meaningdies]

"Heh. Mine is Naoya." Perhaps this was actually this man's name and perhaps it wasn't... but he had his eye on this man. Coyote vanished, and he smirked slightly, his posture relaxing as if nothing had happened.

"I'll see you around then, I think." And he moved out of the way for the man, watching him.

[dancingonapin]

Aziraphale regards him warily, a somewhat scoffing glare on his face as he passes him. "Perhaps not." He'd really rather not. Eve trails behind him closely, keeping an eye on Naoya in return.