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[iswaswillbe]

[ Private | Crowley's room ]
Hello, Crowley.

[Some time later after He's done traumatizing Crowley. For today at least.]

[ Filtered to the angels and those who were once angels ]
This is where you've been all this time. [A chuckle.] We have much to catch up on, my children.

((OOC: He won't be responding through the journal jsyk. :3

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Angels/not-angels filter

[cloakand_danger]

...Excuse me? [Who the hell are you?]

((ooc: Placeholder, as I am headed off to work, but I'll be back in a few hours! :D))

Filter~

[iswaswillbe]

Ah, of course. [If there's no surprise in His voice, it's because He's not surprised. He knew who would respond to that filter.] You're not one of Mine. Nevertheless, how are you, Yuan?

Filter

[cloakand_danger]

Anyone ever tell you it's a little rude to call someone by their name before they give it out? And what do you mean, 'one of yours'?

Filter

[iswaswillbe]

Yes. A few times. Fact is you're not one of My children. But I still know everything you've done, thought and thought about doing. Thus it's difficult for Me not to refer to you by name.

Crowley's room foreveerr

[onlyanapple]

[On the list of Things He Wanted to Happen to Him after having his friends captured, falling off the edge of the world, getting wet, finding his room trashed and his pets scattered, God showing up was rated so far down, you wouldn't be able to see it without a telescope.

He really wasn't expecting this, either, so he drops the cat he was currently carrying back into his room with a graayh! sound]

...The fuck?!!

YES~

[iswaswillbe]

[God is not-quite leaning against a wall, arms crossed in front of His chest and an upward twist to His lips.]

Your language is much improved since We spoke last.

[onlyanapple]

[This is not happening, this is not happening. This is some horrible mind-trick being played on him. Maybe if he closes his eyes for a moment, then opens them again, God will not be in his room.

Totally trying that]

[iswaswillbe]

When you open them, son, I will still be here.

dictated; Lord Almighty

[madetothwart]

[God was here.

God was here.

Aziraphale found himself mentally running through a checklist of all he had done that was a little morally ambiguous for an angel here, but his thoughts kept stalling on the fact he simply wasn't dressed appropriately for God to be here.1 Wait, he should probably have been paying attention to what He had been saying, something about catching up? Right, well he knew the correct response to anyone wanting a good catch-up, at least.]

I'll put the kettle on then, shall I?

1. Golf trousers and a sweater vest were really Uriel meeting clothing, not God. No, that at least called for a nice tweed jacket.

action;

[iswaswillbe]

[He doesn't make any noise. There is no grand entrance. Barely has Aziraphale finished speaking, God is standing next to him.]

That would be wonderful, thank you.

forever;

[madetothwart]

[It is only with the practice of millennia of not swearing that he keeps his mouth shut, giving God a tight lipped smile.]

Do take a seat, it won't be long.

[iswaswillbe]

[He takes a seat. And the kettle is ready.]

Angels/former angels

[covetly]

[ Homunculus-bearing-a-fallen-angel's-essence here! ]

Children...?

Angels/former angels

[iswaswillbe]

[Appearing where she is.]

You must be Amoretta.

Angels/former angels

[covetly]

...! [ sdjks oh gosh, she gasps D: ]

Who are you...?

Angels/former angels

[iswaswillbe]

[He smiles kindly, trying to put her at-ease.]

I am that I am.

dictated; angels filter; and assuming this is after her shenanigans with jade

[athousandmen]

[ ....

something about this doesn't feel right. ]

Oi, who the hell is this?

action; angels filter;

[iswaswillbe]

[Behind you. And giving a mildly disapproving frown.]

Forgotten Me already?

action; angels filter; 1/2

[athousandmen]

[ within seconds, she whips around to face Him, eyes narrowed and a flash in her hand. her gun's there, held loosely between her fingers as she lets this feeling and His new face sink in. ]

action; angels filter;

[athousandmen]

[ she narrows her eyes and her brow furrows. there was no mistaking it the longer she stands in His presence. ]

Tch. You look a lot different.

[ not dismissing her gun now, but letting it fall to her side. ]