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

[blessedarethebookmakers]

"Thank you."

He is careful about the door, though hardly wants to touch the washroom, wrinkling his nose at the... the... garderobe in the corner. He remembered when they were in separate rooms entirely and usually far from the inner chambers. He didn't care that they flushed now, it was just disgusting.

He disrobed, trying to not let anything touch the floor, than had a very fast and mean shower with warm, if not hot, water-- careful not to use too much unless Crowley wanted it later.

Then dressed again, having nothing more to wear and feeling quite out of sorts as he emerged once more into the room and sat on the edge of the bed.

"Well! This isn't so bad, is it?I feel refreshed!" it was a lie so great he was sure even the Hell Hound could smell it. But at least it was better than the truth.

[serpentinthegarden]

"You look better."

And that wasn't a lie at all. Azriaphale's wings were brighter and not caked with dirt, his hair too. With out the rust he looked almost himself.

Crowley stood, and padded over to the bed on barefoot feet, having removed his shoes some time during Azriaphale's bath. The bag with the remaining food was left on the table but as it was such a small room it was easily still in reach.

"This stuff isn't so bad," lie, "a little greasy," truth, "but I think you'll enjoy it." Lie, Azriaphale would absolutely hate it.

He gently lowered himself into bed next to the angel, minding his injury, and commandeered a pillow to lay his head on.

"You should have some before trying to get some rest."

[blessedarethebookmakers]

He had not been intending to. But there was something darkly sweet about Crowley padding to the bed and lying there. Just watching him look so vulnerable and he couldn't help but remember how he used to look somehow, with that long hair and those sweet eyes. He was a demon of course. Always -- well not always but for the majority of the time, he had been.

And yet...

Aziraphale leans over and slides away his sunglasses so he can see those eyes. They are beautiful somehow, even if they shouldn't be. But the flaw was in him, he knew, and not Crowley.

"I think I will too." He took the bag and settled beside him, mindful of wings and everything else, somewhat resting on his uninjured shoulder since it was just less awkward that way and he didn't have to justify it to anyone.

He ate one of the 'nuggets' from the bag and hated every moment of it.

Well, he turned his head a little, just to catch the demon's scent. Perhaps not every moment.