Character Meet and Greet

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"You can design and create, and build the most wonderful place in the world. But it takes people to make the dream a reality."

I. Exploring Main Street! Take a trip through a little town taken straight from 1890's America. Visit the shops, dine at the restaurants- but don't forget you are here on a mission. As an Apprentice, you will need to gather some supplies. A weapon, or tool for producing magic.

But we understand if that corn dog cart on Market Street is your first stop.

II. Apprentice Class 101! Practice your spell casting and weaponship on the open commons behind the Firehouse. Sparring, casting or just general confusion abound here. Try not to hit anything or...anyone, the paint on the infirmary is still drying.

III. Look out! A level 2 corroded monster has managed to get onto Main Street! Protect the citizens and defeat the cur, and please watch the damage, the paint is still wet!

IV. One Little Spark! Go ahead, show us the strength of your imagination and come up with your own scenarios. Just, stay out of the Corroded Lands...if possible.

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Re: Crowley - Good Omens

[serpentinthegarden]

"It's called terrible."

And you are so not getting this lute back. In fact in order to prevent anymore help he actually tosses the lute over to the werebeast. If that monster would eat that thing it would do them all a flavor!

"Have any useful ideas?"

[standup_for_justice]

"I mean, it is the principle of the thing." Unfortunately nuance and not being taken seriously were the weakness of any pure-hearted warrior of Justice, and Amelia was on shaky ground already. "You can't go around stealing baked goods. Especially since the café serves two free meals a day."

Look, a growing sorceress needs regular meals. While Amelia doesn't work with the raw power Miss Lina calls upon, she still can't be running around hungry if she wants to be fighting evil today.

[cometophobic]

"Try one and see for yourself." Giving the basket a nudge towards him. Despite their recent theft, she felt pleased with outcome. The baker could just make more, right? It's not as if they'd stolen his ability to combine flour and eggs, they just took a few pieces. It never seemed to take much to rile humans though.

The exclamation made Marisol smile brighter as if she had personally made the pastries herself. She was unsure which of the spices was supposed to be cinnamon, but it had a nice ring to it.

"I wouldn't think someone so belligerent could make something that needs such a delicate touch with the spices."

A fact that she knew all too well herself. Humans could be so cruel to one another, when they had a mind to be.

"You bet! You'd be angry too if you had been surviving on bare bones rations and then were presented with a load of laundry." She nodded solemnly. In order to keep up with her own story she had to attest to being a traveler. "Oh no. The kingdom I'm from is much larger than this, and more scenic." Because of course it had to be the best. "They planned each block and street down to the last detail. It's gorgeous, a pity you can't visit it for yourself. The central courtyard boasts a fountain reaches a height thought unobtainable by most, and it cascades down into channels that form an ornate pattern between the cobblestones. Each street has an avenue of trees that only bloom only at night and when they do the blossoms shine with a pale light that outshines the night sky." Waving a hand towards the buildings around them. "These are... quaint but I've seen much much better."

"So...... what's it like where you're from?"

Re: Crowley - Good Omens

[serpentinthegarden]

"Auradon? Is that what this place is called?"

Crowley dropped from the roof, flapping at the last minute to give himself a softer landing on the ground. Pulling a bit of a face as he shook his head.

"Oh, you wouldn't want to know what Isle I'm from."

As it was less of an island and more a sulfur pit in Hell.

It was odd to go from a quarrel to a 'We'll find him more easily working together'. That sounded more like something Azriaphale would have said and very unlike their earlier antagonistic conversation. She had surprised him.

"Yeah."

Crowley surprised himself by agreeing.

"He should stand out if he is here. Huge wings, all white, stand out like anything in a crowd."

[serpentinthegarden]

For the second time an eyebrow twitched.

"Returning from the dead to atone for sins? They don't usually allow that either!"

He tried to keep some of the bitterness from his voice but really, 500 sins and this guy gets a second chance, meanwhile all he did was hang out with the wrong crowd and POOF demon for all eternity! Wasn't the least bit fair!

[serpentinthegarden]

Crowley paused, considered this and... the bit right into that bagel.

"If they provide two free meals a day anyway does it really matter? All I took was this bagel, they are getting out cheap."

Bagels not being too very expensive most of the time, and certainly less so than a full meal.

[standup_for_justice]

"You took that from the bakery, didn't you? They're not the same thing. Don't you have restaurants where you're from?"

Look, she's been to some very small towns. Not to mention that if this man is a dragon, Amelia isn't sure what dragons do for food. At least that intelligent ones who can shapeshift (albeit usually with some non-human trait that came out under stress, like Miss Filia's tail). The other sort tend to just eat whatever looks tasty.

[serpentinthegarden]

"Get rid of it?"

Crowley recoiled like she had just said the most bizarre thing ever.

"I'm not supposed to get rid of it, I'm supposed to be spreading it! Corruption, crime... all the good 'c' words. Awh... It must be a mistake. You don't bring a demon in to help you stop corruption."

He took a long sip from the soda.

"Or for their imagination. Demons don't have imagination! Humans have imagination! Your lot are always coming up with these wonderful ideas; cars, television,"

Picking up something she had said earlier.

"Cameras. What has a demon ever invented? Nothing."

Now this was not entirely true but he didn't realize that having been so long around humans one could develop an imagination or that all those miracles he had performed over the centuries for Azriaphale might have given him the potential to fight corruption as well. It just all seemed like a colossal mistake at the moment!

"Did you say October, '88?" A slow nod, "Then I must be from the future."

He spoke the word almost as an after thought because it wasn't too far in the future, only 30 years or so...

"Sorry..."

[serpentinthegarden]

Safely hidden behind the angel's wings he allowed the smile to take over his entire expression. He could have pointed out that Azriaphale was in a room with his hands, alone even, instead he snickered through the smile.

"Fall in seconds?"

If only!

"I doubt anyone's around to keep score on that anymore."

[serpentinthegarden]

Crowley shrugged.

"Does it really matter? One little mistake... It's hardly worth worrying about."

He certainly didn't see any reason to worry over one stupid little theft. It wasn't even anything particularly valuable, a bagel. But then demons had different values than warriors of justice.

[blessedarethebookmakers]

He sighs, with a faint smile. Oh, Crowley.

If only he hadn't said anything. If only he hadn't repeated that because it makes Aziraphale tense all over again, sending a hasty thought to whomever may have heard it that he hadn't meant it and especially not when a demon was giving him a heavenly massage.

Yet what is said is said.

"But they will... Eventually." And he is not going to get into something that it will be too hard to get out of.

"Thank you that was quite nice." He moves away, folding his wings behind his back and it does feel much better.

"Well! I suppose one of us ought to rinse off. Why don't you do that and I'll fetch something to eat? I'm getting a bit rumbly myself and could use a little nosh."

[serpentinthegarden]

Crowley sat there quietly enjoying his sweet roll and listening to her story. As it turned out it was the sort of story that fit this place. Her home sounded like Heaven which to him... made it sound more like Hell. It was no good when things were too perfect. Life became boring fast!

And then she asked what it was like where he was from. Did he tell her about Heaven and the endless hours of celestial harmonies he had been forced to listen to, or Hell and the deep pits of sulfur he had been tossed into, or the place he really felt more at home?

"It's Soho, in London. The whole city is a good deal more built up than this. Fewer trees, more fashion. Entertainment capital of the whole city. The night life there, gohl... They have the best bars, the best food, the best stage shows of anywhere in the entire country! It's nothing like this place at all. There not a thing about it that is perfect."

But it was home.

He looked to his companion with the odd fashion sense.

"You never said what your name was?"

Re: <3

[demi_awkward]

"Oh! So you're from a place like this!" He is still sort of getting used to the way things look.

"I don't think I've seen a farm house like that, but you're right. It's too nice to be, you know, haunted. Oh!" He smiles warmly, "I'm Hercules.

[blessedarethebookmakers]

That is... quite a long time, yes. [a smile which then quickly morphs into something horrified] You're what?

[no he can't have heard that right]

What do you mean you're dead?

[blessedarethebookmakers]

Well she was hardly subtle was she? But he knew enough of adolescents and others like her to know that this was part of posturing. To make sure everyone saw exactly what she wanted them to see.

"Well...!" He sits, carefully arranging his wings. "I suppose booths are out. But I've always preferred something a little more elegant. And this place...is... well... quite interesting." A smile and he flicks open the menu. "Anything you could recommend."

[blessedarethebookmakers]

"Whatever you like." He's not really interested in repeating that conversation. "So, what interesting things have you found out about this place?"

[serpentinthegarden]

"I don't see why," Crowley frowned after the retreating angel. "I'm not going to tell them and I doubt any one followed us out here. We didn't even know we were coming!"

Though as he thought about it abandoning Earth and taking up on some other world with Azriaphale did sound like a good idea. No more angels, no more demons, no more Antichrist... just the two of them.

He didn't push it further than that however, just lumbered back over to the chair to lean against it as he pressed a hand to his shoulder. Doubtless it sported a large purple crescent shaped bruise where the can had struck him and it had hit with such force that it was swelling very nicely now. He snarled as he realized he could barely lift the arm at all.

"You'd better use it."

He would just flop back into this chair for the evening and try not to wince. With such a limited movement there was little chance of his taking a shower as he wasn't about to with his jacket and shirt on and he couldn't exactly remove them.

[blessedarethebookmakers]

Paying for food and throwing away the rubbish? Aziraphale can't help but be a little surprised. Either he's not watched as closely or cares less of the consequences.

"Oh... Well... I don't like to brag but I do have a bit of a refined palette. So our tastes may not be similar. However there are some around here that are... well... shall we say, a bit more of the grape than the whine."

His surprise has him babbling.

"Aren't you worried about-- er-- doing good?"

[blessedarethebookmakers]

"Oh! Well, you're American. That explains so much." He says it matter of fact and quite pleasantly. He offers his arm.

"If you would, my dear, we can blow this hatstand and get something hot. to. trot." He knows his American idioms.

[cometophobic]

Little did she realize that she made a misstep in her narrative. The story was by design to sound more fantastic and appealing to the listener but she didn't know enough about her current companion to know what he would prefer. The reality was that where she was from was as diverse as any other place it was neither perfect nor pristine. It also was not a place consumed by darkness and demons. Also she didn't really reside on it.. so much as she had been the world itself. Emphasis on past tense, not that she wanted to linger on that fact. She had failed her inhabitants in that sense and they could only live on in some sense through her exaggerated stories based in part on their lives.

Let her just pretend that she has any idea what London or Soho are. "Oh! Soho!" She beamed with recognition, smile broadening. "It's been some time since I've been there." You've never been there you pathological liar. "It's hard to get bored in a place like that." Marisol's long flowing robes would hardly be considered fashionable in the place he described. "Do you know? Is the Bottomless Tankard tavern still in operation?" Also, are taverns still a thing? Maybe she should have called it a bar. "If you like imperfection than the kingdom I described wouldn't be the place for you..... but the outskirts aren't that far off and they might be more to your liking".

"You didn't mention yours either.. but mine is Marisol." What are surnames.

[blessedarethebookmakers]

"We're going back eventually. I am any way." But he won't force Crowley back into that situation. "So it's better to keep things as they are. The good old status quo as it were." A smile. "Isn't that what we do?"

The balance was essential. Too much of either and things...things went horribly.

And then that. That big pained brooding flop in the chair moment. Honestly. It made his heart ache.

"Absolutely not. Listen-- I'll go out and get food and then I am helping you-- So you may as well get out your resentment now because I'm not giving you a choice in the matter."

It was his fault he was in pain after all, and even if it wasn't--! Even if he couldn't-- even if they couldn't-- He could at least look after Crowley without having anyone breathing down his neck.

[serpentinthegarden]

Resentment came with a snarl. Status quo was what they had done but they had nearly died today! They had never done that before... And as it turned out it was true what humans said about the experience, it did make you question the course of your life.

Well, it made him question it, apparently it made Azriaphale run back to the status quo.

"I don't need your help, angel."

He did. He even wanted it.

[blessedarethebookmakers]

"Good. That's a great start. Keep going with that and I will be right back."

He went out the door in a flurry, annoyed that he was annoyed. He expected it, of course. And Crowley didn't need his help perhaps but he needed someone's help and given that Aziraphale was the only someone around, God help him, he was going to help Crowley get better even if... even if something!

[serpentinthegarden]

How deeply he rolled his eyes then returned to his sulking. Sulking about sulking.... sulking about lashing out... sulking about not being clever enough to find some way not to sulk...

And finally sulking about not having any plants to talk to about all this sulking!

There was a television in the room, one of those huge older models that the hotel had been too cheap to ever replace. Crowley grabbed the remote and turned it on. It was one of those TVs... where every single channel was static except for the one where there was a lot of screaming and moaning. Not really an angel-friendly sort of channel.

He decided to flick it off before Azriaphale returned. The angel did have to... this was the only room they could afford.

[blessedarethebookmakers]

He didn't expect to come back to that! It had taken him three tries with a bag increasingly grease stained to hear-- those noises! Why was he even watching that? What could a demon even get out of that? He wasn't sure he wanted to know. He was doubly sure he'd rather give Crowley his privacy.

But it could be a wiley ploy to keep him away. So he walked in boldly. After six thousand years, he had seen enough of humanity to know the birds and the bees and found sex in general to be a lovely time of emotional intimacy and sensation and yet-- there were always ways to surprise him.

"Good gracious! That is no way to treat a vegetable!"