Ethereal Swashbuckling FTW! (Closed RP)
((Backdated to the day after Setsuna's party))
Aziraphale approached the doors of the auditorium lugging a long, heavy bundle carefully wrapped in cloth, hoping Kira remembered their appointment.
They hadn't actually agreed on a venue for this, but he was willing to do it anywhere except Club 33. Well, anywhere reasonably private. It was going to be challenging enough to not embarrass himself after all these years out of practice without Crowley loitering about, providing a running narration of past incidents better left un-dredged-up.
"Ha, nice one. Remember the time in Babylon when you tried that maneuver and wound up in the drink with your sword stuck in the mud?" "Honestly, angel, I thought you'd have learned not to drop your guard like that after the way it got you clocked back in Sodom..."
It wasn't that he was particularly inept with a sword. One didn't get appointed Guardian of the Eastern Gate without knowing which end of the thing went in the other bloke, after all. It was just that the inevitable mishap here and there could really add up over the course of several thousand years, and Crowley had an excellent memory for such things.
The theater was quite a large place, so he knocked loudly. Come to think of it, in spite of having no past to speak of with the young man, he rather hoped Katou wouldn't be in attendance either. Hecklers just weren't much fun to deal with when one was waving a dangerously sharp piece of metal around, particularly if one was trying not to skewer one's opponent.
Aziraphale approached the doors of the auditorium lugging a long, heavy bundle carefully wrapped in cloth, hoping Kira remembered their appointment.
They hadn't actually agreed on a venue for this, but he was willing to do it anywhere except Club 33. Well, anywhere reasonably private. It was going to be challenging enough to not embarrass himself after all these years out of practice without Crowley loitering about, providing a running narration of past incidents better left un-dredged-up.
"Ha, nice one. Remember the time in Babylon when you tried that maneuver and wound up in the drink with your sword stuck in the mud?" "Honestly, angel, I thought you'd have learned not to drop your guard like that after the way it got you clocked back in Sodom..."
It wasn't that he was particularly inept with a sword. One didn't get appointed Guardian of the Eastern Gate without knowing which end of the thing went in the other bloke, after all. It was just that the inevitable mishap here and there could really add up over the course of several thousand years, and Crowley had an excellent memory for such things.
The theater was quite a large place, so he knocked loudly. Come to think of it, in spite of having no past to speak of with the young man, he rather hoped Katou wouldn't be in attendance either. Hecklers just weren't much fun to deal with when one was waving a dangerously sharp piece of metal around, particularly if one was trying not to skewer one's opponent.