poly_chromatic | † 009

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good omens - aziraphale

† 009

[ 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]

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[That voice sounds familiar! Pinged by it, and her natural desire to help, Tohru responds in like.]

Do you need help with...err, helping whomever it is you're speaking to, Mister?

And I'm terribly sorry you feel lonely. There are plenty of people out here to speak with, though.

Oh, dear-- I hadn't realized it was recording, although I suppose I can't be surprised.

I was merely chatting with the, er, plants. Which, I know, is a bit ridiculous but they're accustomed to it-- though Crowley's not nearly so friendly with them. I must confess he does tend to have somewhat better results.

Is this Mister - is he a Mister? - Crowley of yours a friend?'

I don't think talking to plants is ridiculous! I'm sure they enjoy getting to listen to someone. They might feel lonely if no one talks to them.

...better results. Are they not doing well?

In all fairness, neither of us are technically actually anything, but it does become a matter of habit, when one spends so much time among humans. But, er, that might be a bit much, I suppose. Yes, you may as well call him Mister, and yes he is a dear friend of mine.

Crowley speaks to his plants, er, in a rather... particular manner. He tends to, well, to threaten them.

Mister Crowley, then.

Ah! But why does he threaten them? Doesn't that scare them?

Well, as I understand it-- and I can't claim to understand terribly well-- that's rather the point. They're meant to be too frightened not to grow beautifully.

But it...actually works? [She's having a hard time with this one.] Maybe it's a good thing I don't have any plants.

Well, he does seem to get results.

[Aziraphale doesn't sound doubtful, exactly; it's more regretful.]

[And she sounds concerned.] And you are caring for them now....

Is there anyway you might be able to get someone more, er, assertive to help you?

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I hadn't thought of that. Er, I'm not sure I'd want to-- certainly it might be more effective, but I've never exactly approved of his... techniques. It's not in my nature, really.

B-but.... [Tohru's not fond of the idea herself, however, there's a more pressing matter.] Do you think they'll do well?

Oh, well enough, I expect. Er, I hope, at any rate. I'm reasonably certain of that.

...That is, they'll survive. I don't imagine they'll look nearly so healthy, but perhaps it's just as well. Even lilies deserve a day of rest, so to speak.

Then, I hope they do well and can enjoy what you offer them, after all. You're right. They might need a rest, and some kindness for a bit.

I've always thought as much, but, er. I did rescue one, once. Oh, ages ago, or perhaps not-- I expect it depends upon how one regards time, here of all places.

At any rate it didn't do too badly, if I do say so myself. I wonder what ever became of it.

How long ago was that?

...you don't know what happened to it? Did you lose it?

Oh, well, I expect it's been several years, here. I looked after Crowley's plants last time, as well-- he makes a habit of being the first to go, apparently-- but as I recall it wasn't terribly long before I, ah, followed.

Oh! You've both been here before? Years ago? [Years. People can return YEARS later?]

Well, yes. I don't remember it terribly well-- only bits and pieces, really.

I-I've heard people have been here for years, but not that you could get summoned to return years later.

I hope you weren't very busy with something important at the time!

Oh, we were-- you'd not believe, absolute centuries of nothing save the usual, and the City invariably picks the, er, well, the absolute worst moment, to put it mildly. But even that can wait, really. Quite literally-- nothing happens when one's here.

[Centuries? Did he really say centuries? He probably didn't, and she would just sound weird if she asked about it.]

I've heard about that. But aren't you anxious to return to something like that?

Well, if I'm honest, not really. I don't imagine taking the time here to think on it would have helped us to any brilliant solution, but it's rather nice to, er. Delay the inevitable. Or the ineffably evitably inevitable, as remains to be seen.

I...I think I might know what you mean. Maybe. I mean, I could never know really just how you feel because I'm not you, or in your situation. But there are some things I'm not ready to do yet, myself.

No one ever is, I expect. Perhaps that's part of the point, though of course it's all speculation on my part. But if it were a certain thing that we'd triumph, there'd hardly be any point to testing us.

Ah, yes. And even if it's hard sometimes, without the challenges, it might not be worth it. Or maybe not as fulfilling.

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