Is this the real life? Is it just fantasy?--

[noneedtohurry]

If he resembled one of his parents more than the other, he would have appeared in a flash-- looking unapproachably cool. If he resembled his other parent more, he would have arrived smiling, attentively friendly. His entrance, however, is like neither, because he resembles both of them equally. It's subtle-- an absentminded entrance, reading an

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[shinetoguideyou]

*has to laugh* Only you could not only pull off an entrance like that, but make us all wish we'd tried it too. * -- has a kitten on her shoulder, whom she'll make wave* Hi, hey you, Klutz. *innocent*

[noneedtohurry]

*grins at her* No, no, see, it was carefully crafted to make everyone go 'Oh, that poor bloke, tripping over everything; I'll have to make friends with him because I pity him so much'. It's all part of my master plan.

[shinetoguideyou]

*grins* So you want people to only make friends with you out of pity? Then how will you tell who's only talking to you out of that and who's actually taken in by your swoon-worthy looks and dashing charm?

[noneedtohurry]

See, everyone's eventually taken in by my charm, but the pity only makes them more vulnerable to it. They'll be sitting there, bemoaning my lack of coordination, and then - wham! - it'll suddenly hit them that ...I have no bloody idea what I'm talking about. So. How's life, Apphia?

[keepthesparks]

* -- and she couldn't be stopped, so she'll be giving him a bright, obviously flirtatious smile* It's nice to meet you, Sammy. I'm Joanna of Cedar Hills.

[noneedtohurry]

Hiya, Joanna. I hope you didn't catch that. *gives her a lop-sided grin, and then, after half a beat* Now it's your turn to say 'Catch what? What are you on about? Your charm and good looks blinded me and I couldn't see anything else!'.

[keepthesparks]

*laughs and, dutifully -- * Catch what? What are you on about? Your charm and good looks blinded me and I couldn't see anything else. *beams faintly*

[noneedtohurry]

Good, good. Next time we'll progress to complimenting my wit and intelligence. *grins* And just so you don't think I'm a complete twit, I'm kidding, and it's very nice to meet you.

[theonetodoit]

*...well, that's going to have to catch her attention, so she'll set aside the book she was reading (a copy of Silent Spring, so beat up that it's been duct taped back together, possibly multiple times)* Hey you, Klutz! is definitely a bit too much of a mouthful. *and there'll be a faint smile* It's nice to meet you, Sammy. I'm Mandy MacKenzie.

[noneedtohurry]

It's nice to meet you as well. *and then, thoughtfully* I think it has a bit 'f a ring to it, don't you? Should get my name legally changed to it. It'd stop Mum and Dad from arguing, at least. Wait, no. *makes air quotations* "Having a civilised discussion."

[theonetodoit]

There are things that are capable of stopping that sort of parental -- ah, discussion? You must enlighten me further.

[noneedtohurry]

Here, I'll do better than that.

*adopts a softly posh accent and a worried expression* My dear, really, I thought we decided to name him after the Biblical prophet, Samuel. *--drops the extra accent and rolls his eyes a little* I have no idea what you're talking about, angel. He's named after Sammy, you know, from the Qu- ..er, from that one Tchaikovsky song. *--here's the first accent again and an admonishing look* I think you've had one too many drinks, Crowley.

It's a long story, but that's the gist of it.

[sparklie_fairie]

Where did you get that book?

[noneedtohurry]

I bought it through a private auction of a friend of a friend of a-- you get the idea. 's a first edition copy of Paradise Lost, if you were curious.

[sparklie_fairie]

Oh. *looks at it with ambivalence* I thought it might have been a different book.

[noneedtohurry]

What sort of book? Dad's got an entire collection at home.

[firefromwater]

*is on a sofa with a notebook and a pen, attempting to write but managing more ball-point doodles than brilliant prose -- he'll look up at the initial entrance and actually deign to look vaguely amused at the near-acrobatics* That's Paradise Lost, right? I might be off. I haven't read any Milton in about a year.

[noneedtohurry]

It is. I shouldn't snicker at it, really, but I've actually known Cherubim and they have been flaming, both in the literal and figurative sense.

[firefromwater]

Ah. I've met the odd elohim, some ophanim and a few seraphim but no cherubim. They usually stick to the Clockwork. The seraphim are usually pretty flaming, in the literal sense, anyway. *pauses* Then again, if your angels are anything like the ones Milton's writing about, we're not even dealing with the same orders anyway.

[noneedtohurry]

It's a bit like what Milton wrote about, but there's an awful lot he got wrong too. *also pauses, though nothing really disconcerts him* I'd offer to compare, but I have the feeling you're right -- and besides, the organisation in both Heaven and Hell is too bloody confusing to explain.