A. Z. Phale (
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poly_chromatic2013-03-10 01:13 pm
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[ 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]
[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]
voice;
And yourself?
voice;
Oh! Like magic? [Instead of acknowledging he means tricks like magic.]
I, uh, I'm good at cleaning. I like to cook, too. And talking with my friends. Sometimes we play card games.
Re: voice;
Magic tricks, yes. Illusions, producing flowers and doves and the like. I've been practicing for-- oh, ages, really, but outside the City it's not a skill that sees much use.
Please do promise me you'll not play cards with Crowley, if he should come back.
voice;
Uh, okay. I promise I won't play cards with Mister Crowley, but may I ask why?
voice;
One might say that I trust Crowley to cheat no matter what.
voice;
But that's okay. It could still be fun!
voice;
[Aziraphale's magic show is unquestionably terrible, of course.]
I can't imagine it would be-- er, there's a challenge and then there's simple injustice, you know.
voice;
[She will still clap and enjoy it.]
Injustice? Is he that good? Maybe I should just watch.
voice;
[She's a kind soul.]
Well, it's less a matter of skill-- though I've no doubt he's quite good-- and more one of, er, nature.
voice;
voice;
voice;
...Mister, I don't recall if we exchanged names or not. I feel very rude, now, seeing as I know your friend's name and not yours.
I'm Tohru Honda, and you may call me Tohru.
voice;
voice;
It was a pleasure getting to speak with you again. But I should probably let you return to caring for the plants.
voice;
Thank you, Miss Tohru. I'll remember to bring you by a lily soon.
voice;
Have a good evening, Mister Aziraphale.