Oh, no. Aziraphale felt the same way about fundamentalists that Crowley felt about Satanists, actually, so his instinct was to just turn, walk away, and pretend he never saw anything. On the other hand, this man seemed to have crossed over into the valley of completely insane, and Aziraphale always felt a bit guilty when that sort of person hurt someone.
"Er, hello," he said, approaching with a very friendly smile. "What an interesting sword! Maybe you shouldn't hold it like that, though, could be dangerous."
Abe turned to Aziraphale, and eyed him critically. "Another one of Satan's minions, hm?" he asked, swiping the saber in Aziraphale's general direction but not hitting. "You think you can fool me by taking the form of a human now, do you?"
Aziraphale wasn't too worried about the sword-- he wasn't intending on letting it hit him-- but he did take a step back. Although it wouldn't be hard for him to keep getting the sword to miss, he still had to be careful. He and Crowley still didn't know what would happen if one of them was discorporated here.
He couldn't help smirking in appreciation of the irony, but he kept his cheerful disposition in tact. "Oh, no, you have it all wrong," he replied. "I'm like you, I'm a man of God." He didn't mention which God because he still didn't know. His doctrine seemed to fit the Judeo-Christian and Islamic traditions, in which case he did serve the same God this man claimed to serve, but he wasn't going to risk an incorrect guess here.
"Are you now?" Abe said. He eyed Aziraphale for a moment longer, before he sheathed his sword. "Are you a true man of God, or one of those blasphemers who only claim to obey His word?"
Aziraphale could only sort of stand and gape uselessly at such a statement coming from one of the archangels. Yes, he'd have to tell Crowley, clearly these people did come from a different universe.
For quite a while Uriel was silent, simply watching the man. Finally, he said with forced calmness, "I have seen God. I have seen Him die. And I'm sure the world would be a much better place if he had taken people like you with him."
Crowley knew he probably shouldn't go see this guy, but he liked watching train wrecks. He'd only intended to watch, really, but to hear Aziraphale called one of Satan's minions was funny, and by the time the man was done telling off both angels, the demon was laughing hysterically, entirely unable to speak.
Though the man was dressed oddly, it really was no more odd than how the other two men were dressed, so Abe didn't comment on it. "You there, are you quite all right?" he asked.
Aziraphale shot Crowley a long-suffering look. It actually cheered him up a bit to see Crowley laughing at this; it was actually kind of funny when he wasn't worried about seeing this man try to hurt someone. It was the sort of thing that would be hysterical later after a couple of drinks.
Trying to pull himself together, Crowley stood up, smothering a grin, and glanced at Aziraphale before turning back to the man. "Mmm? Yes, I'm all right now. I just... haven't met anyone so devoted in a long time. I'm afraid I was overcome by your righteousness."
The earthquake and rumble caused by Uriel's loss of temper caught Susan's attention where the shouting over the loudspeakers (which she'd learned by now to ignore) hadn't. Grabbing the first-aid kid she kept by the door, she hurried down to the entrance plaza...
... and found Crowley laughing hysterically, a tall dark fellow in leather in a really bad mood, Aziraphale trying to maintain calm, and someone several ants short of a picnic raving in the middle of it all.
Not so atypical a day, really.
She hung back and waited to see what would happen.
Aragorn had lived a hard life, and a long one, and he had seen much strangeness in the wild and dark places of Middle Earth. Naytheless,* this sight was indeed strange. Never before had he encountered a winged man-shaped being such as this one, and never before had he heard such strange and, he somehow felt, although he had difficulty following what was being said, hard things
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Susan took in her interlocutor with a glance; the corner of her mouth lifted in a wry and not entirely humourless smile. "I believe the tall fellow takes exception to something the new arrival said," she replied. "Beyond that -- I have no idea." She sighed. "It's not the first time chaos has broken out when someone's arrived, but the earthquake was something new altogether. At least no one seems to be hurt."
"That is the extent of my understanding as well. It seems to be a disagreement about the merit of something called an "injun" and whether or not a god has been killed."
He frowned at the scene, one hand drifting down to rest on Andúil's hilt.
"Strike us all down or just the mouse, fucking sword?" A religious nut. This is going to be lots of fun. "You got a real name or what?"
Hiruma is, of course, human. He looks more than a little demonic, though, and is grinning with sharp teeth at Abe, and has a shotgun slung over his back. This obviously promises to be "fun," all right.
"All those who do the bidding of Satan," Abe says. "And my name is not to be given to a servant of the devil like yourself!" The shotgun doesn't worry him. God will protect him.
Not that Hiruma usually shoots to kill, anyway. Or even to hit. "How do you know who's doing Satan's bidding or not? And that's fine. Never planned on using it anyway, fucking sword." He doesn't deny being a servent of the devil, mostly because it's fun.
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"Er, hello," he said, approaching with a very friendly smile. "What an interesting sword! Maybe you shouldn't hold it like that, though, could be dangerous."
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He couldn't help smirking in appreciation of the irony, but he kept his cheerful disposition in tact. "Oh, no, you have it all wrong," he replied. "I'm like you, I'm a man of God." He didn't mention which God because he still didn't know. His doctrine seemed to fit the Judeo-Christian and Islamic traditions, in which case he did serve the same God this man claimed to serve, but he wasn't going to risk an incorrect guess here.
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((I'msorryI'msorryI'msorryI'msorryI'msorry.))
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... and found Crowley laughing hysterically, a tall dark fellow in leather in a really bad mood, Aziraphale trying to maintain calm, and someone several ants short of a picnic raving in the middle of it all.
Not so atypical a day, really.
She hung back and waited to see what would happen.
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"That is the extent of my understanding as well. It seems to be a disagreement about the merit of something called an "injun" and whether or not a god has been killed."
He frowned at the scene, one hand drifting down to rest on Andúil's hilt.
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Hiruma is, of course, human. He looks more than a little demonic, though, and is grinning with sharp teeth at Abe, and has a shotgun slung over his back. This obviously promises to be "fun," all right.
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"God tells me who is listening to Satan, and who is not."
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