Aziraphale (mrazfell) wrote in thespotrpg, @ 2022-05-09 10:27:00 |
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Entry tags: | !gamewideplot, aziraphale, crowley |
Who: Aziraphale and Crowley
When: Monday Evening
Where: The spooky forest!
What: Ghouls versus Celestial Beings but not entirely fighting. More like, cravat-clutching and angry British curse words thrown about. Maybe some demon growling? Possibly some angelic sparkle magic?
Warnings: Probably none, but we'll see!
Dark and dank forests weren't exactly Aziraphale's aesthetic. Far from it. It was an environment in which he would have preferred to be in his book shop with his books and his tea and his demon. Perhaps the latter of the items was still a work in progress, but it was making its progression. At least before the spooky woods filled with the unsightly ghouls fell upon them.
The chalets, cabins, and snow had been much better; far more inviting.
"Would you stop that?" he hollered at a very rude ghoul who came swinging down from a broken branch. Aziraphale didn't use his angelic magic too much. There were no rules behind using it here, but some habits were exceptionally difficult to break.
A soft "puff" of white and shimmery smoke followed as Aziraphale straightened his practically perfect vest. He was even without his favorite coat and that was truly a travesty.
Turning on his heel, his hand outstretched as though the prim angel would step up to take on the world, he was doing his best to look intimidating. "Whoever that is behind that ominous and twisted trunk, I warn you: I am well-prepared to...to eliminate you as I did just moments before! Though I hope you will excuse such talk. Threatening is not really my forte."