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

[amber_angel]

"But... the taking of life is forbidden by God!" Kohaku protested, alarmed.

[bigbadrose]

Wry grin, and Rose did look up then, a little worried. "Used to bows instead? Sorry." She pointed up to the desks, "Seemed a bad idea at the time."

[blessedarethebookmakers]

"Funny that..." He winced and apologized for the slip. In his experience God takes plenty of life herself. Or at least had in the past. "I was never told not to." No one seemed to care what he did honestly.

[blessedarethebookmakers]

"It can be both. That's wisdom." He has a sinking feeling when she says her Dad isn't here. "Your mother then?"

[magigirlricefan]

She nodded before looking up. Oh, that did make sense. She scoots a little closer, blinking up at Rose.

"What are you reading, Miss Tyler?" She's in first grade- evens he'd admit she can't get some of the words right.

[amber_angel]

"No one ever told you...." Kohaku is amazed and confused and horrified.

Sorry, Aziraphale, you're talking to someone who doesn't even like to walk because that might hurt the grass and bugs...

[magigirlricefan]

She's brave! And so, her eyes only get a little stingy as she chews on the corndog stick, "Uhm she. She wouldn't be here. Unless this is Heaven." Which, well, he does have wings but no one else did.

So it made sense that he was more lost than she was.

[blessedarethebookmakers]

"I think it's because we're from entirely different places." Where God is more strict in that one. But if it pleases her to be so than who is he to argue? But he knew it wasn't a problem because if it was, Gabriel would have never permitted it.

[blessedarethebookmakers]

"It certainty isn't that..." It looked as if no one was in charge of this small human and noo one was around to take charge. Well-- Merlin had what was coming to him.

"Come along then. I'll take you to someone that can help."

[amber_angel]

"But God is God and Angels are Angels.... right?"

[blessedarethebookmakers]

"God is God but we are certainly not from the same place as I have no idea who you're talking about." And while he's not in the know as it were, he reads the Celestial Times.

[amber_angel]

"I... am confused."

[bigbadrose]

"You too Lydia. Haven't seen it, but sounds great. So either an unlocking spell or something to rust the fence to make a hole, or a sonic screwdriver... if I had one." Of course if she had one, it's solve a lot of things, but let's not go there. A beat, "Although depending on the shape of the lock right now I might be able to do something..." with coat hanger wire or bobby pin or -- "But don't spread that around."

[bigbadrose]

"Not reading," Rose admitted, back to scanning. "Searching for clues. Do you know the stories of the Three Little Pigs and the Big Bad Wolf? Or Little Red Riding Hood and the Big Bad Wolf?"

[bigbadrose]

A quiet snort at the first part.

But to the latter: "Yeah?" A genuine smile. "I hope so too, I'm sure I will."

[bigbadrose]

Rose shrugged. "So? I don't know any magic, I won't use weapons, and I'm just a human. But I've been looking for allies for years, and if all I can do is provide experience and stories, then that's what I'll do. I don't think fighting corruption is a physical war like anyone thinks. It's more like your heart. What you do. And no, love is never wrong. No matter who's it of." She'll fight a billion universes and tell every god in all of them the same thing.

[amber_angel]

"In my... heart?" Kohaku whispered, chubby hands going over that small chest. "My heart... hurts," the Angel admitted in a whisper.

[bigbadrose]

"Mine too," Rose looked up at the sky. "It doesn't matter where I am. What universe, what dimension. If I'm with him, then everything is fine. If I'm not, then I'm not okay. It's the worst feeling there is. Dying would be better. It's existence past death, just being a ghost. But if we don't keep pushing, if we don't get back to them, they won't find us. They might not even survive if we don't save them first! So we gotta, yeah? Men are pretty dumb like that. No matter what species. Want to tell me about Shuichiro while we look?"

[amber_angel]

"Shuichiro is the one who always saves me... not the other way around," Kohaku said softly. "He saved me from a Devil's servant when we first met. That's why.... more than anything I want to grant his wish. Whatever it may be."

[bigbadrose]

Rose snorted quietly at that. "The Doctor saved me the first time we met too, but it doesn't mean he wouldn't be dead a billion times over if not for me. Aren't you an angel?" She was starting to think Crowley was less of an exceptional demon than just Satan was. "What's his wish? And what was the demon's minion?"

[amber_angel]

"I am an Angel. I'm just... not a very good one," Kohaku said softly. "And all this time, Shuichiro said he didn't have a wish, that he might never have one and that I didn't need to stay around just for that... but he said he finally had a wish, finally had something he wanted to ask me for. And before he could the Angle Masters showed up and then I was here. He finally has a wish for me to grant... and I can't even do that right."

[strangeandunusual]

"The shape of the lock," she echoed, something clicking in her mind. "I picked a lock once, but it was to the kind of door that uses skeleton keys, and.... Do you think that's the sort of key gates use? If it is... I have the key to the attic back home."

She reached into the folds of her skirt and pulled up a key tied to her belt loop by a long strand of black ribbon. "I have it for safe keeping, so my stepmother doesn't mess with anything up there."

and I scrapped his bartending icon from the injoke scene too!!

[takeitsleazy]

"Oh, several," he says with a casual flitter of his hands. "We keep the neighborhoods all different sizes, from little villages to giant cities, so everyone has an environment which suits them. But mine was unique. I was the first Architect to build a neighborhood and then stick around afterwards to help them settle in."

He looks particularly pleased with and excited about that fact. "I've always been fascinated by them, you see. And... I think the group I had really exceeded my expectations, truth be told."

[takeitsleazy]

"Of .... you know." He said, with a pointed raise of his eyebrows. "Or ... wait, you're from a different plane of the IHOP, aren't you? That would explain a lot. Do they not build neighborhoods for the dead, where you're from?"

[serpentinthegarden]

He laid right where he was when the moment of disappointment came. His leg still wrapped over Aziraphale's, hands still clutching at the fabric, the sweet taste of the angel's mouth still burning his tongue... or was something actually on fire? Crowley cast a quick look around, just to make certain there hadn't been another 'incident' like that one at the weapons shop. That he hadn't in some stray moment lit the bed on fire, or the drapes... the carpet... but all was as it had been before. Elegantly Princess themed and untouched by the smoldering demon. It had just been the heat of that touch on his skin, the hint of passions yet to come interrupted by old fears.

In a way he could understand it. He had been an angel once, a very long time ago, and the fear of always having to do the right thing or else was a barely remembered one. But he found it frustrating as Hell to have been so close, again, only to have to stop... to think. There were times for thinking and then there were times for acting angel!

His gold eyes focused on Aziraphale's face, the hopeful pink of his lips and the lines of worry that creased his forehead. How could he do this for the benefit of Heaven? It was a plea. Lie to me, demon. Sweet little lies...

Crowley sucked in a breath, exhaling the names.

"Adam and Eve."

The names from their shared past were ones he knew Aziraphale would remember. Other humans had come and gone, been flashes in the pan for them, but those two were special. The very first of their kind.

"You remember them, sweet kids really. Eve had a laugh that you could hear on the other side of the garden. No wonder Adam was so fond of her."

His head drifted side to side a little as he spoke, as if the story required the rocking motion in order to be a good one.

"They weren't kicked out of the garden for being into each other. That was the point. God created them to be together. Adam was lonely so God said, hey I can fix that, and created Eve from one of his ribs. They were forced to leave for breaking the rules, eating from that tree..."

Still one of his finest temptations, he thought.

"What they shared though was something unique. They were devoted to each other, absolutely. I mean, he fought a lion for her! With your sword admittedly, but that was still a big lion to face off against even with it. They were the first of their kind to do what they did. To trust each other that much to share in the ultimate expression of devotion. It didn't help Heaven, didn't hurt it any either."

His weaving stopped as he regarded the angel and those closed eyes of his. Lies, he was meant to be telling lies. Why then had all of this sounded so sincere?

"It's the same with us. You can't do this for the benefit of Heaven... This isn't about Heaven, or Hell, this is about us and whatever crazy, mixed up thing is happening between us! We're like them. We are the first to go off and try something new!"

Crowley's searching gaze was met with closed eyes. Had Aziraphale understood? Did any of this mean anything to the angel? It began to rankle that those pale blue eyes were closed against him, against his nature. Demons were ugly things, cast down from Heaven, meant to be sins turned away from and abandoned to the pit. He began to worry that was the only way Aziraphale saw him. That the angel's eyes were closed because he was entirely unforgivable, entirely unworthy of him. The demon's voice softened, the impassioned speech maker's inflection taking on the hint of a tremble.

"Aziraphale, open your eyes?"

Please?