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[Dec. 11th, 2010|06:49 pm]
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Who: Aziraphale and Mephistopheles
What: Reuniting and welcome wagon
Where: Nemo's Rare Books, London
When: Saturday evening
Warnings: Meph has a potty mouth, occasionally.

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[Dec. 17th, 2009|07:35 pm]

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Who: Cassie Ainsworth and Aziraphale
What: Meeting
Where: Covent Garden, in London
When: Nowish
Warnings: Will update if necessary

Zira dressed for the weather, layering shirts and topping it with his favorite plaid coat and scarf. He smiled at himself in the mirror, thinking Crowley would have a fit to see him now, but Crowley was off on business of his own. Zira tugged on his scarf and headed out, arriving at Covent garden within moments of talking to the girl.

Cassie. He did have a fondness for that name. He tried not to let his thoughts drift to his daughter, where ever she may be. He brushed a hand over his jaw and focused his energies to finding the Cassie he had come to meet. He scanned the crowd, easily picking her out because she stood off by herself, and looked very, very lost. "Cassie, my dear?" he called, approaching at a slow pace so not to overwhelm her.
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[Nov. 22nd, 2009|08:09 pm]
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Who: Aziraphale and Crowley
What: Discussions, possibly of a marriage-related social contractual nature. It is all Mary's fault!
When/Where: Backdated to yesterday evening, St. James Park, London
Warnings: Entirely possible, will update if needed.

Right after receiving the last message from Aziraphale, Crowley willed himself over to St. James park, day-old loaf of bread in tow. Mary, and her ridiculous mention of marriage, had got him to thinking. And, if that entire debacle with Satan and her human was any sort of omen, well. Excuse Crowley for wanting to to know where he and his Angel stood.

Walking over to the pond, he was trying to be quiet, so as not to disturb his lover and the fowl. But he couldn't stop the snort at the sight of the well-worn tweed blazer his lover was fond of, near-camouflage against the pine and fall leaves of the forest around them.

He moved to stand next to his lover, opening the bag of bread and ripping off a chunk to toss to the nearest waterfowl.

"Wherever did you find that coat? I thought you'd lost it," Moreover, he was almost positive he'd buried it in the foundation of his new club.
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[Oct. 6th, 2009|07:47 pm]
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Who: Crowley, Zira, Parker and Dominic
What: A meeting of like minds. Literally. Parker houses a version of Zira, Crowley and Zira are confused.
When/Where: Backdated to last night (before the log with Ax)/Crowley's Club (which needs to be named again)
Warnings: Yup.

Witty Cut Text Here )
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[Jul. 13th, 2009|10:46 pm]
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Who: Crowley, Aziraphale
What: Reciting the Rosary. (You have to ask, at this point?)
When/Where: Backdated to soon after this log/Aziraphale's new bookshop in London, specifically the greenhouse on the roof
Warnings: Likely.

It was a sunny afternoon in London, by the time Crowley had finished what he'd had to do in Eden. That was how he was referring to it, in his head; 'what he'd had to do'. Considering the details- or much of anything about the situation- just served to raise his temper, and that was dangerous, for both himself and his surroundings. In an effort to relax, he'd willed himself up to his greenhouse, originally with the intent to soothe himself by scaring some life into his plants. However, the scene was as lush and exotic as he demanded of his gardens, and even he didn't have the heart to ask for more from them. It was steamy, hot, and all too inviting to leave to brave the throng of confused mortals who'd erroneously assumed the shope was still in business. With a bit of thought, Crowley was back to his 'original' (demon) form, a larger-than-life green boa, curled around the base of a small tree in the room.

Some might define it as sulking. But they'd better not do it where Crowley could hear.
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[Jun. 29th, 2009|11:16 pm]
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Who: Aziraphale and Crowley
What: Getting back to their roots, a la feeding the ducks at St. James' Park
When/Where: Backdated to after Zira's post, London; St. James to start
Warnings: Anything's possible; safe to say, yes.

Crowley had called the appropriate members of his staff up to his office, informing them he was leaving, and that things were going to run just as they had been, or else. He didn't have to elaborate; the demons all seemed to get the point, even through the smile Crowley had on his face. In reality, he knew it probably scared them more to see him in a good mood, than if he'd managed to actually keep a straight face while threatening them. He wasn't concerned, either way. All he was worried about, was finding his Angel, and going back to London.

He'd missed London, all told; despite the memories of the botched Apocalypse, and everything that had happened to him there, it was where he was happiest. Where he'd last remembered being truly happy. And while it went against everything a demon was, Crowley wasn't interested in keeping himself from the simple pleasures, just because he was 'supposed' to. That felt an awful lot like a rule

Smiling a little at the thought, he wandered out into the grand room of their penthouse, looking around for his Angel.
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[Mar. 7th, 2009|11:58 pm]
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Who: Crowley and Aziraphale
What: A bit of fun, wet-and-naked style
When/Where: Today after Crowley's meeting with Alexia, Eden
Warnings: Definately. NC-17. There's no telling how far.

Witty Cut Text Here )
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[Jan. 13th, 2009|10:50 am]

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Who:Sonya Blade, Aziraphale,Ganieda, Henry Tudor, Jane Seymour, Domino
Where: maternity ward
When: Saturday noon, after the previous post
Warnings:language, because this is Sonya

The delivery was quick, or so that's what they told her. When it was discovered that the epidural machine didn't work, the pain and need to push made time stand still, and all she focused on was pushing to get the baby out of her. At around 1 in the afternoon, January 10th, Daniel Blade Tsung was born  at 6 pounds and 5 ounces and Sonya Blade felt like she'd just passed a bundle of knives from between her legs. It overshadowed the exhaustion and pain in her throat, and she felt disgusting because of the sheen of pain induced sweat that covered her.

When it was over, they patched her up and took the baby to clean up before wrapping him in a blanket and placing him in her arms. Finally able to see him an see that he was healthy, she couldn't help but smile, brushing a finger along his head of dark brown hair.

"Hey soldier. Not many moms can say this, but I know exactly how you feel right now." She said as she held him closer.

ooc: meet the new mom and baby, also feel free to tag eachother.Oh, and slow time's welcomed
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[Jan. 13th, 2009|10:37 am]

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Who:Sonya Blade, Aziraphale,Ganieda
Where: maternity ward
When: backdated to Saturday

When Sonya finally arrived at the hospital, the contractions slowly came closer together. She went through the paperwork and got herself into bed with the help of her housekeeper Mrs. Taylor, who went through the whole process without saying a thing, giving her trade mark 'death glare' to the other mothers or nurses that gave her boss a pitying look.

Once in the hospital bed with her legs in the stir-ups, Sonya hoped she wouldn't be alone for too long, and she wasn't just referring to the baby. The last thing she wanted was to deliver him in a room just with doctors.

A sharp contraction made her hiss in pain, cursing her husband for vanishing and herself for even thinking about him at this time. Around her neck was the small gold pendant, Tsung gave her for her birthday last month, the chinese character for her surname. As much as she wanted to kill Tsung and as much as the nurse insisted that she remove it..Sonya couldn't bring herself to do so.

Damn her and her ingrained loyalty.

ooc: gathering post style, and slowtimed for the rest of the week
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[Dec. 16th, 2008|09:11 pm]
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Who: Crowley and Aziraphale
What: Inspections, of a sort
When/Where: Now, the bath of their suite in Eden
Warnings: These two are their own warning. Specifically, dark subject matter, sex, that sort of thing. If you're looking for kittens avert thine eyes.

Crowley decided not to make either of them wait longer than necessary, willing himself into the master bath just as the Ang- his lover, said he would be waiting. (He was no longer an Angel, in body or soul. Crowley didn't want to afford himself the charade any longer.)

The sight of Zira's new body made him gasp, smells of ash and decay assaulting him as he did so. He had to cough, but didn't let it deter him from stepping forward and into the bath behind his lover. Sitting on the edge, he ran his hand through the other's new brunette locks, smile evident in his voice.

"Love the new look, darling. At least what I can see of it," The almost-black water concealed the lower half of his form, but Crowley was surprisingly patient, willing to enjoy Zira's presence, before getting down to 'business'.
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[Dec. 12th, 2008|10:19 pm]

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Who: Crowley, Aziraphale, and Rusty
What: Tormenting the thief
When/Where: After Rusty tried to take Crowley's casino/Basement dungeon of said casino
Warnings: I don't even know where to begin. So. Yes. NWS. Violence and sexual, most likely.

We're all just killing time to keep time from killing us )
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[Nov. 22nd, 2008|01:46 am]

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Who: Kakia, Aziraphale, Crowley
What: Quite a bit of fun.
Where: Monte Carlo
When: Nowish.
Warnings: Yeah. Quite a few of them, I think.

It didn't take long for her to make her way to Monte Carlo. It helped in that she had nothing in particular to do first. With a thought she was suitably festive in a little black dress, and with another she was outside the doors of the casino in Monte Carlo. Stepping inside, she moved quickly toward the desk in an attempt not to be distracted, failing as she leaned in, waiting for the receptionist.

She loved casinos... loved them. They were perhaps her favourite invention yet that humans had come up with, albeit influenced and inspired by those like herself who had the most to gain from them. Her eyes had closed, and she was just breathing it all in, happily losing herself in the very taste of the air when she felt the hand at her elbow. Blinking, she flashed a smile at the receptionist, not at all sure how long he'd been trying to get her attention.

"What? Oh. Yes. My name is Kakia. I'm told you have something for me."
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[Nov. 15th, 2008|10:50 pm]
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Who: Crowley and Aziraphale
What: Redefining an Arrangement, now of an Unholy nature
When/Where: Tonight, Aziraphale's library under the former club, NYC.
Warnings: Oh, probably.

In Which a New Balance is Found )
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[Nov. 9th, 2008|11:11 pm]
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Who: Anthony J Crowley, Aziraphale
What: Reactions, reacquaintances.
When/Where: Tonight, after Crowley and Zira's respective talks with Alexi/ Their new place in Monte Carlo
Warnings: Swearings, talk of unpleasantness, inevitably NSFW-ness

Witty Cut Text Here )
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[Nov. 9th, 2008|07:25 pm]

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Who: Aziraphale and Alexia
What: discussion
Where: Alexia's house
When: after this
Warnings: None, really.

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[Nov. 8th, 2008|09:29 pm]
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Who: Anthony J. Crowley, Aziraphale and Jade
When: Now
Where: Jade's club
What: Sex
Warnings: Sex. BDSM. Sex. etc.
Rating: NC-17
Status: In Progress

Angel, Demon, Immortal... )
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[Oct. 19th, 2008|06:37 pm]

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Who: Zira and Crowley
What: Sex
Where/When: Their place, last night
Warnings: Zira and Crowley. They are their own warning. NWS. Several NWS images linked in main post.

We're all just killing time, to keep time from killing us )
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[Oct. 3rd, 2008|07:52 pm]

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Who: Zira and Crowley
What: Fooling Around
When: Tonight
Warnings: NWS, the angela nd the demon are playing with paints

Human Canvas )
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[Sep. 4th, 2008|07:18 pm]

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Who: Crowley and Zira
What: Exploring the new bodies they have aquired
When: When Crowley found David Beckham's face.
Where: Their place
Warnings: N.W.S.

Aziraphale arrived home, poofing himself right to Crowley's side. He established his balance, and nearly lost it again to see his love in person, with his new face. The body was considerably more buff than his previous one. Zira stepped closer, a hand out to feel the bulk of one arm. "My dear," he looekd to Crowley's new face, "I do believe you have out done yourself."

Crowley had always been gorgeous, Zira never questioned that. But seeing him now, he had to agree the demon was due for an upgraded look. Nothing wrong with his previous face, no. Zira was still fond of that. But he had grown tired of his own face, after so many years. A little change was a good thing.

A very good thing.
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[Jul. 25th, 2008|08:23 pm]
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Who: Crowley, Aziraphale, and Alex Bernier
What: Post-AU!Plot explanations, and interrogating a sin eater
When/Where: Last night, the basement of Crowley's club
Warnings: Inevitably, at least swearing. I'm going with 'R', for now.

Crowley headed to the steps leading into the bowels of his club, leaning near the doorway at the bottom to wait for the Angel to meet him. He wasn't sure where he- or the babe- were, so he was attempting to hold off on confronting their 'guest', until he knew they would be safe.
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[Jul. 24th, 2008|07:38 pm]
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Who: Crowley, Zira, and Alex
What: Make new friends, but keep the old
Where: In the bowels of Crowley's club
When: Last Night
Warnings: NWS.

Alex headed to the club Crowley had said she owned. It wasn't far from his church,a nd he took the long way around just to go past the church. It looked just as he remembered, and that made him feel a curious mix of pride and fear. He shrugged it off, and started walking again, double checking the address three times just to be sure. He finally stuffed the paper in his pocket, and headed to the door.

"Crowley is expecting me," he informed the door man. The man gave him a once over, nodded, and let him through. The music throbbed, he'd felt it half a block away. The lights were low, dim except for the stages, where performers...performed. Alex kept his gaze averted as much as he could, and simply headed to the bar to get a drink, dropping Crowley's name once again. The pulse of the lights was giving him a headache, and he hoped getting sloshed quickly woudl help that.
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[Jul. 21st, 2008|07:54 pm]
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Who: Aziraphale, Crowley, and baby Cassiel
What: Crowley's meeting the child
When/Where: Today, Crowley's club
Warnings: Cuteness? Will update if there is NWS-ness

Aziraphale felt like dancing, as he carried the baby, but the child was sleeping in his arms, and he didn't wish to disturb her, so he walked at a slow and steady pace. It didn't take him long to reach the club, entering through the back door, and earning some odd looks from Crowley's staff. "My dear," he said to one wide eyed young boy who wore very nearly nothing, "would you point me toward the stairs? I seem to have forgotten the way."

The boy led him to a massive set of double doors, leading to the club proper. Zira stopped, and glanced behind him. "No, no, Child. I wish to go downstairs. To my dearests, that is to say, to Miss Crowley's offices." The boy stared at him, as if he didn't understand the language he spoke. The tiny child stretched and mewed in his arms. "Can you show me the way, boy?"
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[Jul. 20th, 2008|04:04 pm]
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Who: AU!Crowley, AU!Aziraphale
What: Care and Feeding of an Angel
When/Where: Tonight, the Angel's room under Crowley's club
Warnings: D/s elements, possibly Angel smut.

Crowley made her way down to the room where she kept the pet, just fast enough to suggest a slight air of worry. The Angel had been acting strangely, ever since her last feeding, and she was starting to sense his soul finally giving in to the desire to fade away.

She was worried over losing her toy, before she had the chance to train a new one. That was certainly it. She simply had to make her pet last, until she could find another. That was where the worry came from.

Moving to the door, she willed it open, looking around- her latest gift, a new stack of books for the pet to pour over, hadn't been touched, and the usually neat room was in a state of disarray. That earned a frown, as she moved further in, hands on her hips.

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[Jul. 18th, 2008|12:42 am]
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Who: Crowley (Who needs a femme!name) and Aziraphale
What: That copius smut Jack mentioned. Of course.
When/Where: Tonight, the dungeon of the club (which, disturbingly enough, existed before plot)
Warnings: Oh yes. NC-17, D/s elements, hetero sex, possibly violence. It goes on.

You Bring Me Closer to God )
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[Jul. 16th, 2008|10:52 pm]

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Who:  A soldier, Angel and Demon-Sorcerer..there's a punchline somewhere
What:  giving away some-a lot- of books
Where: Tsung's mansion
When: Monday night
Warnings: possibly none

By the time Sonya got home, changed into some 'civvies', got some dinner ( with the vitamins), it was just time for Aziraphale to arrive for the books.

She waited by the front hallway, skimming over one of the books that Dr. Cameron gave her, one of those generic 'pregnancy and you' books. It was medical and not the 'sweet, sentimental' sort with pink and blue images.  Reading it however, Sonya wasn't sure if she really had the 'stomach' for what she had to look forward to.

She was reading in one of the more cozier, smaller rooms of the first floor, when Charles came up to her.

"Madam, a Mr. Aziraphale is at the door. Shall I let him in."

Sonya got up, yawning a little. "No, I'll show him in myself."
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[Jul. 12th, 2008|12:41 am]
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Who: Aziraphale and Crowley
What: Worry sex. I don't see the point in sugar-coating it.
When/Where: Tonight, wherever it is they are living today
Warnings: NC-17, with violent tendencies, possibly.

Crowley was feeling less and less content as his conversation with Aziraphale continued over the boards. Something was wrong, he just couldn't put a finger on what.

And then it came to him. He was becoming Tainted- his time with the Angel and his charge was starting to make him worry, make him care, and it was starting to affect his very soul. Unsure of what to make of it all, the demon tried to shove the thoughts from his mind as he poof'd himself back into their bedroom, leaning against the door to take in the sight of the Angel on the bed. It was a sign of unease, but a subtle one, and he hoped Aziraphale wouldn't call him on it.
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[Jul. 6th, 2008|10:10 pm]
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Who: Crowley and Cassiel (Self-log FTW, at least in his post)
What: Fluff. A demon becoming less-demonlike.
When/Where: Earlier today, the Angel's library/Cassiel's nursery.
Warnings: Cuteness. This is essentially being posted to amuse Mary and Zira.

Insert Cute Cut-Text Here )
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[Jul. 4th, 2008|06:10 pm]
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Who: Aziraphale, Crowley, and Aziraphale's Cherub
What: Fluff. Pretty much. The baby has learned to fly, and Crowley is Amused.
When: Right the heck now
Warnings: Cuteness? Nothing, while they've a baby in the room.

Crowley was lounged in his usual chair down in the Angel's library, quietly supervising the preparations for the club's opening that evening (most of the staff were aware their boss had a 'sense' about things, and continued to work even after not seeing him for most of the day). The child Aziraphale seemed to be charged with, was flitting around the room, giggling and flailing in the air as she worked to coordinate the movement of her wings, and propel her in various directions.

Looking from the small television he had snuck into the library, he jumped up as the child started towards one of the oil lamps in the corner, heading over and wrapping an arm around her middle to pull her away. She didn't seem to appreciate the restriction, whining and wriggling in his arms, until he finally released her in the other direction, setting her off towards the TV. At least she was too small to harm that. He hoped.
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[Jun. 30th, 2008|10:48 pm]
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Who: Aziraphale and Crowley
What: Repercussions of the zomgmarriage!Plot
When/Where: Tonight, the Angel's Library at Oxford
Warnings: High. These two have been holding it in for six millenia. I don't blame them.

Crowley couldn't help but feel... ridiculous, for lack of a better word, given the events of the weekend. He had a very photographic memory, which was replaying in great detail all of the things he said (and did) to a man, no, a boy he had never met before. The exact same things he felt... reluctant (read: terrified) to say (and do) to his Adversary.

In the spirit of correcting this grand injustice- to him, of course- he poof'd himself down to his Angel's library, landing himself right inside the doorframe.

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[Jun. 26th, 2008|07:49 pm]
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Who: Aziraphale and Crowley
What: Reuniting Zira with his books
Where: A series of book rooms at Oxford
When: Tonight
Warnings: So an angel and a demon poofed into a book room...yeah. NWS, kids.

There was really no need to stand so close to the demon, and yet Aziraphale stood as close to Crowley as he could. He simply wanted to be near him, to take in the sight and the smell of him. Besides, he'd always rather loathed the swirling motion of transporting across time and space, especially going across the great sea. He emerged on the other side, landing as always on his feet, but feeling slightly off balance, as if the ground were moving beneath his feet. It was, he knew, the law of physics, a body in motion stayed in motion. Well, it was as good an excuse as any to stumble a step, directly into the demon's arms.

"Oh dear me," he muttered, seeming apologetic when the move was well rehearsed and very calculated. "Pardon me, my dear. I must've lost my footing."
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[Jun. 25th, 2008|10:26 pm]

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Who: Sonya Blade and Aziraphale
What: afternoon flight
When: afternoon
Where:  Zira's apartment roof top
Warnings: C for possible cuteness

If Sonya were any other woman, she would've actually skipped than walk over to Aziraphale's apartment complex. It was one of the few times she was really 'dressed down', her hair in a low ponytail and wearing loose shorts and a t-shirt, she wasn't sure how long they'd be in flight and on occasion the work would leave her arms especially sore. In the afternoon summer heat, Sonya could feel the heat radiating from the streets and smiled. It shouldn't be that hard at all to gain altitude.

Aziraphale's apartment building was located in a rather 'relaxed yet high scale' part of the city, it felt safer than where she lived and certainly  safer than in Outworld. The building itself was easy to find for her, she stopped at the door and buzzed where his 'country singer name' was printed.

"Aziraphale, It's Blade.'

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[Jun. 19th, 2008|09:53 pm]
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Who: Aziraphale and Crowley
What: Chess (which is to say, who knows?)
When: Backdated to... Wednesday? Yesterday.
Warnings: There's no telling. We haven't quite decided, yet.

Crowley wasn't quite sure what to make of the sickeningly modern building the Angel had directed him to. Looking around the lobby, he decided it was something he could imagine himself designing- perhaps he had. He hardly remembered all of the designs he had created, over his decades in New York. Still, it was hardly the sort of thing he expected his ang- Aziraphale, to bother with.

Deciding to stop thinking so far into things, he simply willed himself to the Angel's front room, lounging over his disgustingly chic leather couch. Rather than announce his presence, he simply reached over to turn on the over-priced flat-screen TV, settling on one of his soaps. In Thai.
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