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[A young man appears on the Plane: dark hair, good cheekbones, sharp suit, and dark sunglasses. It's difficult to read an expression under the glasses, but one might dare call it flat-out shock by the way his face has gone white as a sheet. He stops in mid-stride, frozen temporarily by surprise.]

[Slowly, ever-so-slowly, he extends a foot backward, followed by the leg attached to it, followed by the rest of him. He steps back, and vanishes.]

[He reappears by taking a step forward again, still looking shocked but now with a bit of added curiosity. Another step backward and he vanishes yet again--]

[--and reappears once more.]

So it is real.

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Mn. [he nods, slightly]

When they notice this, I'm sure they'll muck things up by trying to do the right thing.

[contract_star]

So...it's real in your world. [So doesn't buy it.]

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

As real as I am. It isn't in your world?

[contract_star]

Well, I don't know. I don't really believe in God or any of it.

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[Crowley's mouth opens slightly as if to say something, but he pauses instead, lost in thought.]

[muttering]

That isn't possible. Is it?

[contract_star]

[Headtilt.] Not believing in God is impossible?

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No, I mean God—pardon my French—not existing. In other worlds.

The Him I'm used to created everything, but we were never told about other realities.

[contract_star]

Well, that's how the story goes. The Bible, Jesus and all that. Plenty of people in my world believe in it, or Buddha or whatever. I just...don't.

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I suppose it's all part of the ineffable plan. I'll have to ask the angel about it when I go back.

[contract_star]

So there really are angels in your world?

There's one around here too, I think. Or, a fallen angel. Her name is Flonne.