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[madetothwart.livejournal.com]

[Filter: Guts' world/Apostles] [The written note over the journals is neat and tidy, the hand-writing slightly old fashioned and done with an blue-ink fountain pen.]

Good day to you all,

I am conducting some research in the library, and would be most grateful if I could spare an hour or so of your time to answer some questions.

Thank you awfully in advance,

Aziraphale.

[Filter: Mr Question] Dear Mr. Question,

I sincerely hope this letter finds you fully recovered, and in good spirits. I hope I did not overstep my bounds with your friends. When you receive this letter I would appreciate speaking with you, if I may.

Yours,

Aziraphale. [/End of Filters]

[There are many things that are a permanant fixture within the library... the bookshelves, that strange statue of a gargoyle that looked like it was picking its nose... and now an angel. Or rather, what looked to be a pleasingly plump middle-aged man with spectacles and a large pile of books. He hadn't moved for a few days now and a thin layer of dust was beginning to coat his clothes and hair, but he didn't notice, far too preoccupied with searching the journals.

He honestly had never had a book quite as fascinating, it was like the first time he had read the 'Unreleased Diaries of Samuel Pepys' (which, incidentally, had been the same as the original ones, but for the addition of the six-month debacle of trying to introduce pet giraffes as the fashion in court).]

[ooc: Please feel free to come and bother the dusty man in the corner! Azi loves making friends.]

Comments

[whiskeyless.livejournal.com]

[in looking through the stacks she comes across this dusty person]

Excuse me. Are you all right?

[madetothwart.livejournal.com]

[Give him a moment to realize someone has spoken to him...]

Pardon me?

[explorationist.livejournal.com]

[This girl is looking around the huge library, just searching for anything she would find interesting, and that guy looks a little...weird]

Er...hello?

[madetothwart.livejournal.com]

[Aziraphale was barely aware someone had spoken to him, looking up for the source of the voice.]

...?

[onlyanapple.livejournal.com]

[Crowley wanders in with a cup of hot chocolate.

He puts the cup wordlessly next to the angel.

He checks that the angel still has a pulse.

Then he walks out again]

[madetothwart.livejournal.com]

[About three hours later, Aziraphale notices to some surprise that there was a mug of hot chocolate next to him.

Taking a sip, his lips twisted in distaste at the cold and congealed liquid.]

...Disgusting.

[nurse-boy.livejournal.com]

[out in the woods, Rory stares at the written words in his journal with something approaching appalled horror. This ... person is conducting research? On what happened to him? Oh, hell no. In his experience research equals cold, clinical and removed, which seems almost an insult to those he hurt and betrayed. And besides, he hasn't anyone's questions about what happened. Not even Amy. He's not about to start.

No, he will not be answering this call, but sooner or later he will probably end up in prison, or at the very least under surveillance, where he will most likely be subjected to all manner of questions ... perhaps you can get yours in then, Aziraphale. :/]

[madetothwart.livejournal.com]

[He would sincerely hope prison and surveillance does not happen.]

[bogusmagic.livejournal.com]

[is a library regular, so after a few days Yuki isn't really surprised to see him in the same spot.

The dust, however... it's making her interested in getting a closer look at what he's reading.

So she'll go look over his shoulder, completely silent]

....

[madetothwart.livejournal.com]

[It appears to be an almanac of demons.]

because my cat at home does this all the time

[just-the-cat.livejournal.com]

[Saunters over and lies down on an open book--possibly one that Aziraphale was trying to read at that moment. Comfy.]

lmao

[madetothwart.livejournal.com]

[Tutting softly, he removed the cat and placed it on the floor, scratching its ears gently.]

Do you mind?

[Guts' world]

[stringent.livejournal.com]

What sort of questions?

[Guts' world]

[madetothwart.livejournal.com]

A little something more about Mr. Griffith, the Apostles and the rituals required to make them thus, if possible?

Aziraphale

[ultimaverum.livejournal.com]

[What... is this... He doesn't want to talk to you. He doesn't want to talk to anyone BUT PARTICULARLY YOU. And yet... he can't... just ignore this. You saved his life. So, eventually, there's a faint response recorded over the journal: ]

Just Question is fine...

Mr. Question

[madetothwart.livejournal.com]

Ah, how pleasant to hear from you. Are you fully recovered?

[berserkism.livejournal.com]

[was flippin' through the journal...]

[berserkism.livejournal.com]

[whiskeyless.livejournal.com]

[in looking through the stacks she comes across this dusty person]

Excuse me. Are you all right?

[madetothwart.livejournal.com]

[Give him a moment to realize someone has spoken to him...]

Pardon me?

[explorationist.livejournal.com]

[This girl is looking around the huge library, just searching for anything she would find interesting, and that guy looks a little...weird]

Er...hello?

[madetothwart.livejournal.com]

[Aziraphale was barely aware someone had spoken to him, looking up for the source of the voice.]

...?

[onlyanapple.livejournal.com]

[Crowley wanders in with a cup of hot chocolate.

He puts the cup wordlessly next to the angel.

He checks that the angel still has a pulse.

Then he walks out again]

[madetothwart.livejournal.com]

[About three hours later, Aziraphale notices to some surprise that there was a mug of hot chocolate next to him.

Taking a sip, his lips twisted in distaste at the cold and congealed liquid.]

...Disgusting.

[nurse-boy.livejournal.com]

[out in the woods, Rory stares at the written words in his journal with something approaching appalled horror. This ... person is conducting research? On what happened to him? Oh, hell no. In his experience research equals cold, clinical and removed, which seems almost an insult to those he hurt and betrayed. And besides, he hasn't anyone's questions about what happened. Not even Amy. He's not about to start.

No, he will not be answering this call, but sooner or later he will probably end up in prison, or at the very least under surveillance, where he will most likely be subjected to all manner of questions ... perhaps you can get yours in then, Aziraphale. :/]

[madetothwart.livejournal.com]

[He would sincerely hope prison and surveillance does not happen.]

[bogusmagic.livejournal.com]

[is a library regular, so after a few days Yuki isn't really surprised to see him in the same spot.

The dust, however... it's making her interested in getting a closer look at what he's reading.

So she'll go look over his shoulder, completely silent]

....

[madetothwart.livejournal.com]

[It appears to be an almanac of demons.]

because my cat at home does this all the time

[just-the-cat.livejournal.com]

[Saunters over and lies down on an open book--possibly one that Aziraphale was trying to read at that moment. Comfy.]

lmao

[madetothwart.livejournal.com]

[Tutting softly, he removed the cat and placed it on the floor, scratching its ears gently.]

Do you mind?

[Guts' world]

[stringent.livejournal.com]

What sort of questions?

[Guts' world]

[madetothwart.livejournal.com]

A little something more about Mr. Griffith, the Apostles and the rituals required to make them thus, if possible?

Aziraphale

[ultimaverum.livejournal.com]

[What... is this... He doesn't want to talk to you. He doesn't want to talk to anyone BUT PARTICULARLY YOU. And yet... he can't... just ignore this. You saved his life. So, eventually, there's a faint response recorded over the journal: ]

Just Question is fine...

Mr. Question

[madetothwart.livejournal.com]

Ah, how pleasant to hear from you. Are you fully recovered?

[berserkism.livejournal.com]

[was flippin' through the journal...]

[berserkism.livejournal.com]