poly_chromatic | † 009

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good omens - aziraphale

† 009

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[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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They rarely disagree with me, which I suppose is rather nice. I'll confess they're not nearly as, er, lively as Crowley, but perhaps that's to be expected. The truth is, while I'm quite accustomed to being on my own for the most part, it is odd not being in the same place. Er. In the general sense.

Dumb question, but what other sense is there than the general sense?

Well, the immediate sense, as opposed to merely the same universe. We might go decades without seeing one another, but somehow this seems much more remote.

I expect that seems silly.

No, it doesn't. You can't be much farther apart from someone than in a different dimension, right?

Precisely, although technically speaking I suppose it's not strictly a matter of, er, distance.

But that's merely an attempt to avoid the topic, isn't it.

I'm not smart enough to talk about universes that way, sorry.

Did you want to talk about the topic?

It's not a question of intelligence, my dear; by and large humans aren't really prepared to consider more than one dimension at all, much less simultaneously.

I don't particularly want to talk about it, but I don't seem to have much choice. I do feel a bit ridiculous, moping about and feeling lonesome.

Well, if it's a human thing and not a just-me thing...

Hey, moping and being lonely are never ridiculous. Do you need non-plant company?

I do hope you don't mind my saying it. I really do make an effort not to be, er, dismissive. That's rather a bad habit a great many of us have, I think. But honestly, I don't think that's in the least a bad thing. We've all our limitations, after all.

Er, I'm not certain. It might do me good, really, to be out of the flat for a bit, but I doubt I'll manage to stop rambling. Curses, as I'm certain you're all too aware, tend to be difficult to overcome at best.

No, you weren't dismissive at all! I'm just glad I'm in good company, that's all.

It's a pretty slow day at the Welcome Center if you want to swing by. I definitely don't mind a little rambling.

Perhaps I shall, my dear. I must confess I've been rather a hermit. It might do me some good to be out and about.

Being a hermit does get lonely.

Yes, though you'd think by now I'd be a bit more accustomed. And it's not as though I don't get about at all; magic shows at the Circus are hardly as, er, personable as the book shop used to be, but really, I am being ridiculous.

Oh! Which book shop did you work at? That's kind of a huge career move, going from books to the circus.

Oh, I've one at home, of course-- it's, er, less a matter of income and more of camouflage, if I'm honest-- but I did run one here, last time. Just off the square-- Bilton & Scaggs, it's called, if you've ever been. The shop's still there, but, ah. It hardly seemed appropriate to barge in and demand its return, so I thought I'd let it be.

As for the Circus, I've always had a fondness for prestidigitation, so it seemed just as well. I used to do the same when Hatter ran the show.

[And he's still terrible.]

Sure, I've been there. [To buy harlequin romance novels. It's a thing.] I think Neil owns it now. He's a good kid.

...Prestidigwhatnow?

I don't believe I know him. But, I'm glad you think so highly of him; it's rather a relief to think it's in good hands.

Prestidigitation. Er, sleight of hand. Magic tricks-- strictly of the illusory variety, of course.

[Save the occasional mishap and miracle with a dove. But fixing one's mistakes hardly counts as a misuse of power... Right?]

It definitely is. Don't worry.

Oh--right, of course. As long as you're having fun with what you're doing.

I do rather enjoy it. Er, though I feel as though I ought to be progressing a bit faster, given how much practice I've had.

I'm sure you're doing fine if you're good enough to be working at a circus.

Well, I'm sure you're right, my dear. And thank you.

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