10 March 2013 @ 01:13 pm
[ VOICE ]

[From the sound of it, the angel has no idea he's being recorded.]

You know, it's not that I mind this City, exactly; it's less pleasant some days than others, to be sure, but all in all I can accept I'm meant to be here, whether or not I know why. Ineffability and all that. One gets used to it, after a time, and certainly I've had plenty of that.

Still, it is... well, between you and I, if I'm honest, it's a bit lonesome at the moment. My fault, really, for being a bit of a creature of habit. But I'm hardly accustomed to, er, these sort of comings and goings.

[There's a soft huff of breath which he will insist is not a sigh, and a faint rustling in the background.]

But, one never knows. I'd best keep you in some semblance of presentable shape, or I'll never hear the end of it if Crowley does come back.



[ooc; no inner monologue, so he's soliloquizing at Crowley's houseplants. between Crowley being out-on-hiatus and Dulcie leaving, sad angel is saaaad]
 
 
17 February 2013 @ 10:13 pm
Oh, dear, I'm rather late, aren't I? I've never been very good at remembering to use the Network as much as I ought to.

I do hope you've all had a pleasant time. Er, I know it can be rather upsetting to end up here suddenly, but all in all I'm pleased to say I've seen more people welcoming the company than complaining about it.

Soon enough, I expect, you'll all be safely on your way home, at any rate.

[ooc; plz pretend this was a tad earlier in the evening. No other Aziraphales, otherwise good with everything.]
 
 
27 January 2013 @ 01:52 pm
[ACCIDENTAL VIDEO]

[The enormous closeup of a palm is probably a solid clue that Aziraphale has hit the wrong button. He sets the device on a counter-- the kitchen, obviously-- and proceeds to roll up his sleeves, turning on the tap and squeezing soap into the sink.

He's about to reach on in and start the dishes before he pauses, glancing up at nothing in particular before turning of the water, and reaching for his network device again. After another detail shot of his hands, the video switches off.]



[TEXT; UNINTENTIONALLY PUBLIC]

Dulcie, darling, I nearly lost track of the day. What shall we do for our date night?


[ooc; this bit of domesticity brought to you by Aziraphale's imaginary marriage to Dulcie :3]
 
 
07 December 2012 @ 09:02 pm
Oh, I must say I do rather like the, er, dancing. Not that anyone ought to be forced of course, but it's so festive, I can't help but enjoy it.

Er, if anyone is looking for a partner, I would be happy to oblige. Though I must confess I don't know the steps to a great many dances. But I am quite willing to learn.

[ ACTION ]

[True to his word, the angel is hanging around in the square, alternating between watching the dancers with no small delight, and taking his own only-slightly-awkward turns across the street with various partners.

He will try not to step on your feet. Too much. Er.]
 
 
15 November 2012 @ 11:21 pm
[There's a moment of quiet that stretches just a little too long, before Aziraphale speaks up in a rather strained tone.]

Well, this is certainly... unpleasant.

[Master of understatement.]

Er-- I think perhaps I ought to say something about the virtues of patience and endurance, but honestly, it's difficult to take that seriously at the best of times. I only hope that those of you who are able to, er, get about, are willing to aid those who aren't.

Crowley, you might bring some towels.



[ooc; fml please pretend this was earlier in the day .-. and augh backtags tomorrow. He's stuck with Dulcie's bleedy gunshot wings.]
 
 
04 November 2012 @ 12:00 am
I do remember this one-- er, one of the nicer curses, as I recall, if a bit confusing. For those of you who've come to join us, I assure you it's not the worst place you could end up, at least for a day.

Er-- but, should anyone need a hand, do let me know. I'm always glad to help, if I can.

[ooc; please no duplicate aziraphales. pretty much anything else welcome! backdating friendly forever.]
 
 
16 September 2012 @ 07:59 pm
[VOICE]

Goodness, these really aren't very-- [a small huff as too-tight fastenings are fastened] --terribly comfortable, are they? Oof!

Now, Crowley, do remember to smile, won't you? If you're-- oof!-- frowning... These shoes, really! Well, the judges won't look twice if we look miserable.

Now, er. What does one say to dancers for luck?

[ooc; their dance routine can be seen in this video. YES, IN THOSE OUTFITS.]
 
 
30 August 2012 @ 03:58 pm
Well.

Now that the excitement has settled a bit, I thought I ought to apologise to anyone that I, ah. Menaced, upon my arrival. With the umbrella, that is. As I'm certain you all know, all too well, it can be a bit difficult to act logically when under the City's peculiar influences. Nonetheless, I can assure you-- as long as I've any say in the matter-- it won't happen again.

It's quite strange, to arrive here and find it so changed from what I recall, though admittedly my recollections are rather dim. Still, it's clear quite some time has passed, though I spent a few moments, at best, at home. I've had little luck tracking down any of my previous acquaintances and my shop-- well, nothing to be done about it, perhaps it would be best not to cause a fuss.

For the moment, it seems, I'm well and truly stuck, so I suppose I shall have to make the most of it. Thank-you to everyone who, er, had a hand in explaining things. I do appreciate it, really.

Now. Might anyone know what's become of the Circus? Hardly appropriate behaviour-- much less company-- but goodness, it was such fun.


small ooc note )
 
 
22 August 2012 @ 10:53 am
[ACCIDENTAL VIDEO]

[The man currently on screen is, more or less, the definition of nonthreatening; at least, he would be, were he not waving about a flaming umbrella. It's the small, collapsible, sort; the fabric has utterly burned away, but the thrashing, multi-jointed metal skeleton is still cheerily flaming as it cuts through the air.]

Fiends! Thou shalt certainly regret the decision to, er, kidnap--

[To his credit, until he falters on word choice, Aziraphale does manage to sound credibly thunderous. Lots of practice and all that.]

--now, kidnap hardly sounds properly Biblical, does it? Perhaps... hmn, --that is, the decision to abduct an agent of the Lord!

[That last delivered, again, in a satisfyingly righteous boom. He stands firm for a moment, waiting for answers, before doubt begins to creep into his expression.]

...Hello?


[ooc; tags slow/delayed til after work. action welcome but pardon any vagueness so i can keep things consistent ;3]