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.

Comments

bahaa nice game trope lampshading XD

[strangeandunusual]

"Yeah, no. Plus, a lot of the stuff that made him go crazy had to do with the building, and dead guests, and ... I don't think I could pull any of that off. Not yet."

She does smirk a little at the thought, though, because really, how cool would it be to bring her favorite horror books and movies to life as a line of defense? She's beginning to realize that she might even be able to do some of the same things as Adam and Barbara, here, and it's setting her mind spinning with gothic glee.

"They vanish? What happens to their bones?"

LOL Lydia! Love that's her concern

[serpentinthegarden]

"oh yeah... I forget that about you humans."

He had an empty bottle. This made for a fun little game, tossing it from the roof towards the dust bin to see if he could get a 'basket'. He could not. The bottle hit the ground and shattered into pieces.

"You all age so quickly. Guess it won't matter much to you then."

[takeitsleazy]

"You know," he said brightly, with a zeal and ego that would likely remind her of Certain People In Blue Boxes, "I'm so glad you asked. Architects are eternal beings who build the Neighborhoods that human souls live in after they've died. I used to build whole towns out of the fabric of the nine dimensions. Gorgeous stuff, too. I was particularly proud of Attempt 784. I think I got the smell of the air perfect in that one."

[takeitsleazy]

"Well, I'm not about to ask you out to dinner, if that's what you're expecting." Michael said, raising an eyebrow at him. "Look, buddy, I'm with you here. I just happened to get dragged in while I had the human suit on."

[serpentinthegarden]

It was normal where he was from, all angels did have wings... demons too for that matter, but most didn't chose to display them.

"I doubt anyone, literally anyone in the entire world... no, the entire universe could make that kind of magic the least bit compelling."

Stated dryly as if he could not be any less interested and he certainly felt above being fooled by those cheap parlor tricks. Slight of hand just seemed to beneath people who could actually do magic! He didn't get it and most certainly didn't want to.

[takeitsleazy]

"Did He, now?" Michael tilted his head. "That's a new one. They didn't opt to give you the Eternal Scream? ... I wonder if this is an experimental thin--"

He gasped suddenly, clapping a hand over his mouth.

"Did they steal my idea? An experimental neighborhood, but for ... well ..." He gestured between the two of them. "Wouldn't that just figure. And why do they make such a big deal about us not being allowed on Earth, anyway? It's not like any of the humans seem to give a shirt, am I right? They just figure we're like them."

[situational_ethics]

"Huma... Oh. A Disguise spell." he waved a hand. "Well, we're hardly the only Demons here."

N/p

[serpentinthegarden]

"You're an angel?"

If he sounded skeptical it was because he was, very much so!

"As small as that?"

He glanced skyward, speaking almost as an aside as the little cherub tried to squirm to his feet.

"Heaven must have run out of the full sized versions..."

Crowley just watched him, not moving to help or to hinder the little guy's progress. It would be funny, he thought, once the little angel made it to the cobbles. Some of the gaps between the stones would seem like canyons to a guy as tiny as that!

"Where are you're wings? If you are really an angel you should have some."

[amber_angel]

Kohaku sniffed, so confused. "The Eternal scream?" Kohaku asked. What was that? It didn't sound pleasant. "Did who steal what idea? How can an idea be stolen? A shirt? Most humans I have met are very kind, though. Shuichiro welcomed me into his home and takes care of me. He even lets the others stay with him. And his grandfather is very kind. So are the children at the hospital where he works."

[bigbadrose]

"Oh," blandly. "Is that where you expected to be now?"

[funnylittleclown]

"Oh well that would be entirely between you and me, older me, which ever me that was..."

He squeezed her hand.

"You know what I mean!"

Re: N/p

[amber_angel]

Kohaku tried very hard not to burst out crying again. "I don't know! I was in my full sized form when the Angel Masters were about to give me my punishment from God, then I was here in my chirabum form. My wings are gone and so are my spells." A wiser Angel might not have admitted all of that to a Devil. But Kohaku had always been more honest than wise.

[bigbadrose]

Or a super nerdy Sam from Cheers.

He clearly takes pride in his work though, that's cool. "Sounds really impressive. How many are there like you? Are you in every universe, or only one?"

[amber_angel]

Kohaku's small head swiveled swiftly. "I was on Earth with the others, even though I knew I wasn't supposed to be," Kohaku admitted.

[bigbadrose]

"Yes," a quiet nod. "I don't think he--" she glanced sideways. "He was in a very rough place without me." That's all she could say. "Worse than just before."

[serpentinthegarden]

"Your punishment from God? What was she going to do, make you fall?"

He shrugged like that was no big thing at all. He had been centuries as a demon though, he had gotten used to it.

"You'd be a demon now instead of an angel."

[amber_angel]

She? Oh well. Genders didn't really matter much to Kohaku, so the confusing pronoun was simply ignored rather than questioned.

"I'm not a Devil and never will be! Even without my wings, I'm still an Angel!" Right... Right? Except... daylight and cherubim form. No. Kohaku refused to believe for even a second that God would have done that, even if God could. Kohaku had seen Madam Hisui's punishment, and if Madam Hisui wasn't changed into a Devil, there was no way God would do that to Kohau.

Right?

[blessedarethebookmakers]

"Mmmm!" Though he was anticipating it and even braced for the inevitability, the surprise touch of his tongue, the movement-- There was wine in his mouth, good quality and Aziraphale felt heady with it; the slick heat felt so decadent. This was a sin. He knew it was. Especially since that hand clutching at the back of his shirt just spurred him on, made him want to sin more. To move closer. To touch and explore.

But was it selfish to have so tempted a demon and then to pull back? Or perhaps, his purpose here was to seduce Crowley to the light? Could he do that? Could he try? He would still have to leave without him but--! Surely this world could use an angel or two.

No, that was absolutely ridiculous. There was justification and then there was desperation. There was inspiration and then there was this. And this was far more than simple inspiring.

With a soft groan he pulled back, but only to disengage. Their faces were still close, though his eyes were still closed and he ran his hand back to settle on Crowley's waist then, accidentally slipping against skin that had been exposed when his shirt had apparently ridden up a little and that too was tempting to sample.

"Tell me how this is good," he murmured. "Tell me how I can do this for the benefit of Heaven. Please." He was good with words. He had imagination, which was something Heaven was severely lacking, including himself. It was looked down on actually. One didn't need to imagine, one just had to do. Follow orders. No creating something whole cloth out of God's perfection.

But Crowley could, and right now he needed those words more than anything.

[blessedarethebookmakers]

"At this point I think I'd prefer Scotch." He winces as across the field, someone gets a particularly hard wack with a practice sword. Then smiles down at the cherubic being to be polite. "But tea might have to suffice."

[serpentinthegarden]

The last time they spoke God was a she, but that too had been centuries and it could have changed. Crowley didn't pay much attention to things like that really.

"An angel that can't walk two steps without falling over."

Scoffing like a pro! He was an excellent scoffer!

"I don't know what sorts of good works you think you will be able to manage here like that..."

[takeitsleazy]

"Really!" He smiled. "Well, that's good. Makes me feel a little more ... well, you know." Comfortable wasn't exactly the word he wanted, but he wasn't going to stall the conversation out searching for it.

"I'm Michael, I'm from Architect division. You?"

[amber_angel]

"Scotch?" Kohaku asked, so confused, What... was scotch?

[amber_angel]

"Good works?" Kohaku asked. Someone was very confused.

[takeitsleazy]

"I know, aren't humans great like that? I have to admit, at first I was extremely dismayed to have been brought here, but ... the people I've left behind can handle themselves as long as my assistant, Janet, is with them. And she's not here! So if you all need my help instead, I'm happy to do what I can ... and learn about all of this."

He listened as Sylvando regailed him with the delicacies of Rocky Road, smiling exuberantly. "It's going right at the top of my list of things, then, because I've always wanted to try a marshmallow. Don't try saltines, by the way. They're just flat little squares of disappointment."

As the clerk was packing up his purchases, Michael's little pout at the memory of his first Saltine deepened. "They don't? Oh, but that's a shame. I love paperclips." He held out one arm, pushing up his sleeve just enough so that Sylvando could see that he was wearing a bracelet made from them. "One of my very best friends made this for me because she knew."

[blessedarethebookmakers]

{a wry smile] Are you inviting me out for a drink?