Aziraphale (or A. Ziraphale, or Francis Fell) (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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destinystrings2012-11-27 03:16 am
dancingonapin) wrote in destinystrings2012-11-27 03:16 am
[Open] Waltz of the Flowers
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.
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.
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.
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"What are you doing out this late? It's dangerous!"
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It hasn't occurred to him that he should maybe have backup... he doesn't trust people here enough to ask anyone for it, anyway.
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He's quiet for a moment. "It's not like anyone here or at home really cares about what happens to me anyway." Connor and Risa might... but he has no idea how they're doing, or what's going on at the Graveyard.
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He winced visibly. "A tithe means a tenth of something. Some religious families give a tenth of everything they have to God - including their children. They're sent to harvest camps as soon as possible when they turn thirteen, in order to return them to God."
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"What sort of world do you come from?"
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The corner of his mouth twitches a bit as he gives this little speech - it's not been pleasant to explain to people from different worlds in the least.
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But this was clearly one of them. The motherly Persona beside him instinctively is looking rather defensive, reflecting his horrified thoughts.
"I... I've never heard of anything like that... This wasn't uncommon in your world??"
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The fact that he could rattle off those numbers clearly unnerved him, enough that Zadkiel materialized next to him, hovering nearby in an attempt to comfort him.
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It was just a Persona, a reflection of the soul, but the resemblance to the old angel was uncanny. "Zadkiel?" He smiles a little at the boy, a little sadly. Well... he could see how that was fitting. "He's always been one of the nicer ones."
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"Please stop that..."
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"He's a Persona, you can send him away any time you wish."
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His eyes went wide, and he tensed. Angels were always said to be extremely powerful... and frankly he didn't think he was worthy to talk to one anymore.
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Evidently he'd made a mistake.
"Please, I didn't mean to frighten you..."
Where does he even go from there?? How do one even convince a clearly severely religious child that he's only a person? Aziraphale honestly wasn't even sure if he classified himself as a person, though he certainly didn't classify himself as more worthy than a person.
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"I... I'm sorry... I don't..."
He took a deep breath, trying to find his words. He could do this.
"... How are you even here? I didn't think someone like you could be brought anywhere against their will..."
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"See, unlike human beings, angels don't exactly have free will, not true free will, so if I were to be called somewhere by one of my bosses," and therefore, indirectly, by Him, "I wouldn't exactly have a choice. I'm beginning to think that the being who brought us here, the man in the butterfly mask, has similar power to... well, very high Upstairs." He'd been able to call the Archangel Gabriel here, so Aziraphale wasn't sure he could put anything past Philemon.
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... Then again how would he even know?
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"... But He's the only one with that kind of power..." Right? Please say yes.
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"In my world, and I'm assuming in your world, yes, He is the only one who had such power... But we're in another world altogether." A thoughtful look crosses his features. "It could be that He is simply taking another form in this world. You can't expect Him to be consistent in every world, after all, not if there exists literally an infinite number of other worlds."
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"That's true." He seems to relax slightly. "If that's the case, then I wish He'd have been a little clearer as to what the problem is here..."
Aside from the demons. And also why him?
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