Ye Olde Fence Post, Outskirts of Town, Sunday Evening (02/10)
Anyone venturing out in the direction of the unofficial firing range would have heard the sound of small explosions, one after another in a slow but steady series. Anyone coming close enough to get a good look would have seen rock after rock fly up into the air and then explode in a burst of blue flame, while Aziraphale stood and watched.
He'd agreed to sacrifice an innocent child, not raised a hand to stop the abduction and likely death of a woman he'd just met, and actively allowed Evil to win a confrontation he should have by all rights done his utmost to salvage.
And now there was an army of fallen angels ready to descend upon the world. He was surprised no one had shown up demanding he turn in his sword.
So, he was indulging in a little therapy. Blowing up rocks. Lots of rocks.
The angel was pissed off.
[ooc: Really really pissed off. The post is open, but the angel is in a nasty mood, so please check with me first if you want to tag in, just so we can be sure there's no unexpected responses. :)]
He'd agreed to sacrifice an innocent child, not raised a hand to stop the abduction and likely death of a woman he'd just met, and actively allowed Evil to win a confrontation he should have by all rights done his utmost to salvage.
And now there was an army of fallen angels ready to descend upon the world. He was surprised no one had shown up demanding he turn in his sword.
So, he was indulging in a little therapy. Blowing up rocks. Lots of rocks.
The angel was pissed off.
[ooc: Really really pissed off. The post is open, but the angel is in a nasty mood, so please check with me first if you want to tag in, just so we can be sure there's no unexpected responses. :)]