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[ineffable_angel]

Date: January 31st, 2001
Setting: Tadfield Manor
Status: Public
Summary: He's home.

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[no_npc_here]

Chas shut off and cleared the meter, quoting a number significantly lower than what it probably ought to be. He couldn't let every passenger whose destination was Tadfield Manor off for free, but Ezra was as polite and pleasant a customer as any he'd ever driven, and there was just something about the unassuming man that inspired him to generosity. He might not even pad any other fares tonight to make up for it.

[ineffable_angel]

Aziraphale beamed brilliantly at him as if he couldn't tell, said, "There's a dear chap," and passed him roughly four times what the price there and back would have been.

Good behaviour, after all, should have its rewards.

"Is there anything you'd quite like me to pass onto John for you?"

[no_npc_here]

Chas's eyebrows shot up at the amount Ezra had given him, and he almost objected, but was distracted by the question. "Eh? Not really..." There were a few things he wanted to ask about, but they were best brought up in person. "You could let 'im know to ring me, though. Ta, guv. "

[ineffable_angel]

"Cheers," Aziraphale bid him, the Manor attracting his attention back in all its monolithic glory, and watched the taxi tumble off down the roads back up to London.

The doors were big and unlocked, and Aziraphale's realization of Adam's presence, now that he was familiar with it, almost immediate. His influence showed everywhere, at the very least in the sense of safety.

Letting out a sneeze, Aziraphale shook off the rain and folded it up. He began humming a tune under his breath. "Oh, Mr. Sandman, bring me a dream..."

[bipolar_uriel]

Now, there was no way she couldn't have recognized the voice. Aziraphale had, apparently, come back.

Hodling Bran on one arm -- she had just fed him, so hopefully he wouldn't get fussy anytime soon -- she hurried to meet the other angel. She suspected, after all, that Aziraphale might like to see Bran.

"Aziraphale!" she called out. "Interested in meeting the one and only native Manor inhabitant?" Not counting rats, of course. As far as human-shaped creatures went, though, Bran was indeed the first and thus far only being to ever be born in the Manor during Adam's management of it -- or if he wasn't, she had missed something big. (Those born there when it had still been a hospital didn't count, of course. After all, they weren't really inhabitants. Whether Adam counted was unclear, and she didn't know about his place of birth, anyway.)

[ineffable_angel]

The angel turned, umbrella still dripping from the rain. "Of course, my dear Uriel," Aziraphale said pleasantly, looking at the small child cradled in her arms. "And who's this little chap I see here before me?"

yes, bran is an angle...;p

[first_catwoman]

//That's Bran,// Bast interjected, weaving out from behind Uriel's legs. She'd found some cream in the kitchens and was feeling perhaps a little too giddy to be totally sensible. //He's adorable, isn't he? Although he's a bit too well-behaved for a baby, even a mini-angel.//

[bipolar_uriel]

"This is Bran," Uriel replied. "My dear little son." In her mind, she added, 'Bran Pestison'. There weren't that many immortals with white eyes, so trying to hide the truth would be at best difficult and probably impossible. Still, she was going to keep omitting that little fact until somebody actually asked. Some might actually figure it out by themselves. Unless somebody assumed the father was Pollution...

As though to test whether Aziraphale would make the connection, Bran blinked his very white eyes slowly.