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i_liketartan (i_liketartan) wrote in we_coexist,
@ 2011-02-17 08:14:00

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anthony crowley, aziraphale

Buggre Alle This For A Lark (Crowley)
Aziraphale was getting frustrated as the computer beeped at him again.

He was attempting to set up his own website for rare book collectors. He had named it "Bibliophile Heaven." He found this amusing and clever in its inclusion of the twist of words. It hadn't really occurred to him that no one else would get it, or that it really wasn't all that clever to begin with. Aziraphale had his own sense of humor.

It was the coding that was giving him trouble.

It really shouldn't have been. Anyone who could decipher The Nice and Accurate Prophecies of Agnes Nutter, Witch in two days should have no problems whatsoever with coding a website, especially one that nearly did everything for you. It looked right, the links all behaved properly, but each time he tried something, the computer would let out an annoying tone of discontent.

He sat at his desk in the back room of his bookstore, a cup of hot chocolate beside him. It was so forgotten it could no longer be called hot chocolate, or even cooled chocolate, and the top had developed a peculiar film.

It was a newer computer, at least in comparison to his last electronic choice. He'd gotten that one for one specific purpose- to compute. It was what computers did. They computed. So accurately, his records had been examined by the tax authorities five times, as they were convinced he had to be getting away with something. Murder, most likely. This one had all kinds of bells and whistles, most of which he'd never bothered with, and now he actually had access to the internet.

It opened so many doors for an angel in search of books in a modern world. Live streaming of classical music was also a new concept to Aziraphale, as was Ebay. That one he'd heard of in a post on another book collector's site. He'd ordered one book through Ebay, only to discover that it wasn't at all what he had been expecting. After a couple of polite emails to the seller, the offender simply disappeared, and not only from Ebay. Aziraphale had paid him a personal visit.

Just when he was sure he had it, he heard the beep again.

"Bugger all this for a lark," he grumbled.

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i_liketartan
2011-04-03 06:21 pm UTC (link)

Aziraphale needed no further hint regarding the demon's empty glass, and topped his own off as well. He tried to imagine there was no plan to this, and kept coming up short. Crowley had once convinced him of the need to stop the Apocalypse, which really had taken a bit of convincing, in Aziraphale's defense, but in the end it turned out to be right anyway. Rather than convince him that not everything, not even The Great Plan, was part of the Ineffable Plan, it had done the opposite, further cementing his belief in ineffability.

"No contact? None at all? Well, that's really not surprising, Demon. Neither of us has heard much of anything from them since we proved them all wrong last time. I think they are rather embarrassed about the whole thing." He made a silent note to himself to try it later, regardless of what Crowley said. He was a demon, after all, and despite their long-standing Arrangement, and the near friendship they shared, he really couldn't be trusted. Now he was trying to convince him this place was not a bad place to be.

"Do they have sushi?" Maybe a new place could be tolerated, so long as it had sushi. And crossword puzzles. Aziraphale wavered only a moment, before catching himself. "So, what's it like? The same as any other city in any other country?" His alcohol affected brain finally caught up to something Crowley said, "Wait...what do you mean 'our world'. This is still the same planet, right?"

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i_sauntereddown
2011-04-05 10:56 pm UTC (link)

Crowley was about to answer as to the availability if sushi in the City when he was interrupted by Aziraphale asking another question. This time about the City. Followed by another question about the City and another. As if Crowley had all the answers. Though, he supposed, to one who hadn't been there long, he did.

He chose to ignore the first few questions and focus on the last one about the planet. “Not sure, exactly. This is no place I've ever been to or heard of, but most of the people here are humanoid, so I would assume it's part of the same planet.” The demon sighed and took another drink.

The demon thought for a moment on all the things he had seen since coming to the City and gave some consideration to the fact that they might not be on the same planet at all. “You know how I said there are other demons here?” Which wouldn't be a stretch. “Demons I don't know.” Also not a stretch. There were probably plenty of demons he didn't know. “I met one that was born.” Which didn't seem to happen in their world. It was impossible. Demons were ill equipped for procreation in his world.

“But the worlds appear to be similar. Parallel universes, perhaps.” Another drink. “And another thing. This demon hunter by the name of Winchester. He pointed a gun at me after he got my name.” Not too far fetched. “Then he said some nonsense about me supposing to be dead, him having killed me, and how I 'got a new meatsuit.' Or something similar to that.” Crowley blinked a few times, still trying to make sense of it all. “I think there's another demon in another world that goes by my name.” He snorted, as if not only was it ridiculous, but that someone would have the audacity to do it.

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i_liketartan
2011-04-17 06:40 pm UTC (link)

Aziraphale was quite sure the last thing ANY dimension, or combination thereof, was more than one Crowley. He might not be all that bad, as demons went, but still...

"Do you think it's just another one with your name, or could it be another you? You know, like in some of those science fiction movies or those daytime shows the Colonists (they would always be colonists to the angel's way of thinking) like to watch with good and evil twins. Not that one would be Good, naturally, but you get the point." It was an odd thought, and it conveniently led to another. One that required him to finish off yet another glass and refill it. He pointed an accusing finger at Crowley. It wasn't that any of this was his fault, but it was the demon who now had his mind spinning in circles.

"What if there's more than one of ME?" His fuzzy brain tried to imagine running into himself. "I'm sure he'd be stylish...then again, if he comes from an alternate universe..." The whole thing was all too confusing.

"Look, the whole idea of demons breeding and alternate dimensions is just too much. It suggests that even Himself is not the ultimate power...and we both know that can't be." Whatever else Crowley might know of this place, he would never convince the angel otherwise.

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