[voice]

[noflamingsword]

When I took this job, I did not actually think there would be quite this much to be done. Poor dears.

Surely a few would not change matters much. And they were so young.

..

I will get no end of paperwork for this, I am sure.

[[ooc: Those that took advantage of the angelic offer, ages ago, just got revived. Enjoy your heartbeat and a few

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[wingsofsilver]

What did you do?

[noflamingsword]

Pardon?

[wingsofsilver]

I'm asking what you did to get paperwork.

[noflamingsword]

Ah. Nothing of suspicious nature!

[notasinglelady]

[Have a curious voice. He sounds like a girl, you know, feel free to misunderstood.]

What's the job about?

[noflamingsword]

This month I am working at a funeral home, -ah, I do not believe I caught your name, miss.

[notasinglelady]

My apologies, the name's Kurt Hummel.

I did not know that we had one of those. You must be really busy.

[noflamingsword]

Nice to meet you, Ku-- You are a boy, aren't you? Oh, I am sorry. My name is Aziraphale.

Yes. To say the least.

[action]

[not_takatomon]

[Takato blinks, completely dazed. Something... something had happened. Hadn't it? He slowly pushes himself up. Where was he? Hadn't he been....

What had he been doing? Where was Guilmon? Had he been fighting the D-Reaper? No... he had been trying to save Ruki from the Parasimon. But that didn't seem quite right either.

Finally he notices something that suddenly seems to be the most urgent question.]

...Where are my goggles? Any why is my sweatshirt plaid?

[action]

[noflamingsword]

[The angel's smile falters and is replaced with an incredulous look. He hadn't expected googles, of all things, to be included in anyone's attire. And he had done such work with the attention to details on the clothes this time around!]

Goggles? [And he adds, a little helplessly.] As for the sweatshirt, I thought it was like that when you arrived here.

[action]

[not_takatomon]

[Takato rubs his head with confusion.]

I was wearing them, wasn't I? I always wear them for Guilmon. Except at School.

But I was in the Digital World? Wasn't I? Or was it Shinjuku? Were we camping?

...But this doesn't look like any of those places.

And um, who are you? If you don't mind my asking?

[action]

[noflamingsword]

[A dawning suspicion is sneaking into Aziraphale's mind, which makes him get a grip on himself.]

I am mr. Fell. We have spoken a few times, in the past. Do you remember where you are? I believe you might have gotten a blow to the head: disorientation can be one of the side-effects.

[yellow_snakeyes]

Really now, Aziraphale.

[noflamingsword]

There you are, my dear.

You do not think they will mind, do you?

[yellow_snakeyes]

Here I am, angel.

I think it depends entirely on which "they" you mean.

[noflamingsword]

Let us, for the sake of argument, pretend I am not speaking of the children.

[Action]

[mutantbirdkid]

[well, waking up feeling like she got kicked in the chest. That wasn't new. Sadly.]

Ughh...that's it...no more making bombs, you two...

[Action]

[noflamingsword]

[Aziraphale takes a step closer, ready to be all sunshine and smiles. But instead of welcoming her back to life, he ends up listening to what she said instead.]

Oh good! You are awake, final-- Making bombs?

[Well, at least that explains why she was in itty bitty pieces when she came in.]

[Action]

[mutantbirdkid]

Tha's right! [she frowns. Her speech is a little slurred, as if she's very tired. She certainly feels it, and rubs at her face.]

If I've told'em once, I've told'em a thousand times...no making bombs in the house! Boys are so...so...

[she frowns, squinting at him.]

You're not Jeb.

Re: [Action]

[noflamingsword]

[Aziraphale nods. It sounds like good advice. Then again, considering her state before she came back, apparently the boys didn't listen to her.]

I most certainly am not. Do you know where you are, my dear?