Calamus 002

[extutela.livejournal.com]

[An angel with white wings unfolded appears on the plane, poking determinedly at something that appears to be an iPhone. It makes a very odd picture, as he's wearing flowing robes, sandals, and a sword at his hip. After a moment he scowls and looks around.]

All right, where are you, Crowley? I've managed to access these... lewd messages of yours, but how do I get rid of them? Do you realize where I was?! That ring-thing kept playing every five minutes, they were all staring, and then I tried to make it stop and that message about whatsispants getting... getting... sexually excited started playing to the entire room!

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[herosmedal.livejournal.com]

[Sorry, can't help you. He is wondering if he's hallucinating, but that's a common thing for him lately.]

[extutela.livejournal.com]

[He looks up--and oh. It's a frog?] Er... Hello? Can I help you?

[herosmedal.livejournal.com]

[He blinks in an amphibian sort of way, then shakes his head.] No, nothing at all. My apologies if I seemed rude. [... yeah maybe he should keep walking.]

[extutela.livejournal.com]

Oh, not at all. My apologies as well, Mr...?

[herosmedal.livejournal.com]

... Frog, if you will. What I am called matters little.

[extutela.livejournal.com]

Mr. Frog. [Considers disagreeing, but is also not terribly interested in Deep Conversations with... a frog. At the moment.] Er. I'm Aziraphale. Are you... have you been here long? On the plane, I mean?

[herosmedal.livejournal.com]

[Wow, way to be shallow, angel.] Well met, Aziraphale. [A pause.] That I have not.

[extutela.livejournal.com]

[He's not being shallow! He's just... very, very confused.] Ah. Neither have I.

...I hope you don't take this question amiss, but... are creatures--that is, frogs, such as yourself, er. Common? Where you're from?

[herosmedal.livejournal.com]

[The only way this conversation could get more awkward is if Frog somehow appeared on the Plane without his pants. B| The knight shakes his head slightly.]

I am the only one cursed to be as low as worms.

[... And now he ventures a question.]

... And yourself?

[extutela.livejournal.com]

Cursed? Oh dear. [Apologetically] Is there a way to break the curse?

Angels? We're... common enough, these days.

[herosmedal.livejournal.com]

[His voice grows a little quieter.] Only if the foul fiend that did this is slain, but that is beyond my grasp now.

Common...? I wonder what that forebodes.

[extutela.livejournal.com]

Oh. [Cricket. Cricket.] Well, at this point it's not so much foreboding as... aftermath.

[herosmedal.livejournal.com]

[That doesn't sound good.]

... Aftermath?

[extutela.livejournal.com]

I'm a bit involved in the Apocalypse. [He sounds almost apologetic.]

[herosmedal.livejournal.com]

Your world is ending?!