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Chloe Saunders 001

Th-this… c-can’t be happening… [Chloe stumbles slightly, eyes wide as she stares up at the stars above her head—the surrounding area of the plane that looks as though it should be something out of a sci-fi movie. First the nightmare—which she was used to, though not to this caliber—then the shop keeper, that Sault woman, finding herself here. Her throat constricted.]

D-Derek?! [If he was anywhere nearby, he’d hear her, right?] Simon? Tori? A-Aunt Lauren?

Oh, no. No, no, no. [Panic seized in her chest. Her stomach twisted into knots. She would not panic. This had to be the St. Cloud Cabal’s doing: Sorcerer magic. She wouldn’t let them get to her.]

Okay, you found me. [She didn’t stutter. Good.] .] I know who you are, so you don’t need to pull this. The bad guys always go for the seemingly helpless girl, right? Where are the others? Where is my Aunt Lauren? Wh-where are Simon and Derek and Tori?

[Then she remembered. Derek. Werewolf. Expendable. She might be expendable.] I-I promise to c-cooperate so long as you don’t harm any of the others! [Did that sound too desperate? She didn’t care. If this was as bad as she assumed it was, she wasn’t taking any chances on the safety of her friends and family.

[She took a step forward. Then another. ‘Welcome to The Machine?’ What was this, more experimentation? She shuddered, lungs seizing in her chest.]

You can’t do this… [The words were whispered, horror in her tone. Then a fist clenched, and she glared at the general landscape. They wouldn’t win. They could never win. Alright, she was captured. Now it looked like she needed to find the others—and get answers. With a stride full of purpose, she stepped forward, anger lashing her tone as she warned whoever was behind this.]

You picked the wrong heroine to mess with, Sorcerer. [Damned if the others weren’t looking for her right now.]

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[Smiling in return, Chloe relaxes at his mannerisms, more intrigued with who he was than what he was, though his terminology caused to to pause. Ethereal being? Last Chloe checked, that word held a completely different meaning to it than a supernatural being did. He knew of demons, but not supernaturals?]

I have the feeling you aren't being completely forthcoming. Ethereal being? That's a bit different from a supernatural. In my world it is, anyway. You know of demons, but are you a demon? Or some form of...angel, then? You aren't a spirit, are you? Your hand hasn't pass through anything yet, anyway...

[Did angels truly exist? They must, if demons did.]

[He smiles gently at her.]

Nor you with me.

[There's absolutely nothing chiding about his tone, he's merely pointing out that they likely both have good reasons not to be entirely forthcoming with strangers.]

I am not a spirit in the way I assume you mean: the deceased spirit of a once living human. Nor am I a demon. Quite the opposite, actually.

[Still not entirely coming out and saying it, but by now, he imagines Chloe can figure it out for herself.]

[True enough.]

[She smiles then, at his look and his gentle manner. Then her eyebrows lift. So he was an angel. Wow. Wow.]

So...what would you particularly think about necromancers? [Failed attempt at nonchalance? Chloe? Never.]

[He blinks, at bit taken aback. Although he's perfectly aware there are more types of 'supernaturals' than he's come across in his own world present on the Plane, necromancer was not something he would have placed her as.

Well. The type of necromancy in his world, anyway.]

That would depend entirely on what you meant by necromancer. It has always been a dark practice in my world, performed by humans who sought power over the dead that they could never truly achieve, no matter how many different gruesome methods they attempted.

[He has several books on necromancy, actually, and he can't imagine Chloe performing any of the actions depicted in them]

[Chloe sits, waiting somewhat tensed for his answer, because suddenly she needs his approval--acknowledgment that what she did wasn't purely something of horror. Suddenly she had a feeling what he was talking about was much darker than what she was referring to. Or so she hoped.]

I-I've n-never! [She stops, takes a breath, and tries again, calmer this time.] In my world, there c-can by dark necromancers, but I think it is different than in your world. Necromancers see spirits--ghosts who remain on earth before they...pass on, I guess. It can be quite helpful, talking to spirits who help to better a supernatural cause, or to solve some h-horrible mystery.

I suppose it can be a pretty dark ability, however. [Suddenly she winces.] E-especially when your power attracts the wrong kind of attention.

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[It hadn't at all been his intention to upset her (unless, of course, she had been doing such things, and then it's possible it would have been, in order to convince her to stop).

Her explanation intrigues him, though, and he leans forward a bit. He also pushes a mug of cocoa towards her in the process. (Which, incidentally, is still the perfect temperature, because Aziraphale expects it to be.)]

You can communicate with spirits? That - sounds closer to the prophets and the psychics of my world.

[Though hopefully, the young girl's abilities didn't come along with the tendency to go slightly mad from knowledge that humans weren't supposed to have.]

Attracting the wrong kind of attention is unfortunate, but it certainly doesn't make your abilities dark, dear girl. Your actions and your intentions are the real measure.

[He frowns slightly.] When you say 'attracts the wrong kind of attention'....is it demons, you're referring to?

[She couldn't believe she had told him all that--that she was considering telling him more and trusting him with the information.]

I am definitely not psychic, or a prophet. I see spirits and ghosts--communicate with them. They ask for favors. Sometimes they...aren't very pleasant.

[She accepts the cocoa with a hesitant smile and thanks, wondering if she should stop talking lest all her secrets were revealed. After all, what if he was lying, and he wasn't a sorcerer? Then again, he truly didn't seem to know what she was.]

Not only that...I-I can do other things too, without really trying. That's why I attract the wrong kind of attention. Yes, demons among them, but right now I an in hiding with close friends. We're running from Sorcerers who...don't have our best interests at heart.

No, I can imagine they wouldn't be. They are still human, after all, and humanity's limitless capacity to be genuinely good is only offset by its equal ability to be truly evil.

[No, not at all like the necromancy of Aziraphale's world, though he can imagine with those 'other things' are. He can't say he's entirely comfortable with the idea of having control over the dead, but he's certainly not going to hold something that she does unintentionally against her. Her world works differently than his, after all. If he's honest, he must admit he's quite curious.]

Ah.

[Uncertain of her own abilities, attracting attention without even wanting to? Yes, Aziraphale knows someone a bit like her. Though clearly, this girl has no where near the power that Adam has. Er. Had. In any case, there are some similarities.]

I suppose it will only be of a minor consolation to assure you that it is unlikely that those who seek you will be able to access the Plane. Few on the Plane will seek to harm you, dear girl, and those that do will not find themselves uncontested.

No human can be truly good or truly evil. Though I do know some who seem pretty close.

If they can't access the Plane, then I believe that is best for not only me, but all of us. All of our worlds. [Then she paused, sending a questioning look his way at that last bit.]

Uncontested?

I suppose that depends on what your definition of truly good and evil is. After all, technically demons are truly evil and angels are truly good, yet I've encountered a number of humans that are more evil than a demon could ever hope to be, or more good than any angel.

[And that's entirely leaving out the complication that is Crowley and himself. Good, evil, they're just words, really.]

Yes, it most likely is. I imagine most of us here have a number of people that they should not like to see here, for the good of many.

[At her last question, he smiles slightly, taking a sip from his own mug of cocoa.]

Ah. Yes. I wouldn't be very good at my job if I didn't seek to stop those with evil intentions, would I?

[Not to mention he's quite fond of humans in general, and he's hardly going to allow anyone to harm the young girl if he can help it.]

I can see that. In my world there are quite a few half demons of all different kinds, and all different degrees of goodness or evil. One of my good friends is a telekinetic half demon. [Better to leave it at that rather than explain Liz was now a dead poltergierst.] She is the nicest and sweetest girl I think I've ever met.

[Chloe nods at that. At least she wasn't the only one, she supposed. Then she grinned--nearly laughed at his words.] Your job? Sounds like you would constantly be working overtime. [She doesn't quite know what to think about this. Derek being protective was one thing, but someone she just met? Then again...if he was an angel...]

Half-demons?

[He blinks at that, then gives a quiet, disbelieving chuckle at her description of the girl.]

It seems demons in your world are vastly different from mine. There is only one I know of whom I would ever care to associate with, and I would hardly call him 'nice' or 'sweet.' Well. Perhaps on the rare occasion, but certainly not to his face.

[Especially not after Crowley had thrown such a fit over being called 'adorable.']

My job is twenty four hours a day, seven days a week, I'm afraid.

[Well. Not including the times he occasionally did Crowley's job. But since those times were balanced out by Crowley doing his job, they didn't count.]

[This time it was Chloe's turn to chuckle.] I think I can understand that. Is this demon worried about self image, then?

[Then both of Chloe's eyebrows slowly shoot up at that. He really was an angel, wasn't he?] So...what exactly is in your job description? What...kind of powers would someone of your proficiency possess?

Oh, most likely, yes, in part. Which is rather silly, but there you are.

[Though really, he imagines Crowley dislikes it when Aziraphale tells him that he's good much for the same reasons Aziraphale's never terribly pleased when Crowley calls him a bit of a bastard. Goes against their natures, however fluid they may be.]

It's something of a complicated one, I'm afraid. Generally, I promote good. Thwart demons and their wiles, that sort of thing. Encourage acts of love and kindness.

[She grinned at that. It seemed highly amusing.] Doesn't seem like he would be that scary, then.

How does one thwart a demon in your world? [And why did that last bit sound kind of cliche in her opinion? Well...he was an angel.]

[Aziraphale smiles back, amused.]

Oh, he can be quite scary, when he wishes to be.

[He sobers slightly at that. It's not a topic he particular cares to discuss anymore, not with the way his last attempting at 'thwarting' a demon turned out.]

It depends on the demon, I suppose. Much the same as I imagine it is in your world.

You said your friend was a half demon?

Anyone has that capacity, I would think.

[Chloe nods in understanding. She hadn't met a great many demons, but of those she had no two were exactly alike.]

Yes. Liz. [She waited curiously, wondering what he wished to know.]

Oh certainly, provided the right situation and the right person.

[He's somewhat relieved that she doesn't ask him any more questions on the subject, and instead seems willing to shift topics slightly to the demons of her own world.]

Are half demons very different from full demons?

[Chloe didn't realize she had been holding her breath until the question was out. Then she was giving an odd little smile and a relieved sigh escaped her lips. Oh good, it wasn't anything about Liz's death--this she could answer.]

They're completely different from full demons. Half demons live and grow as humans, some never really understanding why they aren't human and weird things happen to them because they may not realize they have demon blood. Full demons live in another realm--or so I believe. [She shuddered, remembering that little tear she created in her world where demons could trickle through all because she set a powerful demon free. That place that opened up--and what came forth--was definitely unlike any half-demon Chloe had ever come across. Or demi-demon for that matter.]

It's kind of hard to explain, and I'm not an expert by any means. I know a few demon classification, Agito and Volo. There are many different powers demons and half-demons possess, and a half-demon's powers also vary in strength. I've known different kinds of telekinetic demons. Another person I know is some type of fire demon. I don't know all the kinds out there, but there are quite a few. I guess demons find humans to help further their bloodlines and create more chaos in the world. I'm not sure what they accomplish or why they do it.

[Then she goes quiet, remembering that immensely powerful demon walking toward her--his power licking across her skin as he looked her over. Touched her. She shuddered. Grow up strong indeed? She didn't exactly know what the Berithian Treaty entailed, but after the conversation he had with the demi-demon Diriel, Chloe believed she could guess and was sickened by it.]

Apparently there is a Berithian Treaty concerning humans and demons of my world. I don't know what kind of a contract it is exactly, or who forged it and why demons abide by it, but it makes certain demons do not attempt to...form relations with anyone who is not yet of a certain age. [Did she look like there was a bad taste in her mouth? That she might be sick? Yes, yes she did.]

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[He's not entirely sure why his question relieved her. Perhaps she thought he was going to ask her something much more complicated, like the nature of her friendship with a half demon. Which, now that he thinks of it, he is curious about.

Then again, this question seems to be complicated enough itself. Aziraphale tilts his head, listening intently.

He grimaces at the last of that, though he's certainly not entirely surprised. Demons are demons, it seems, regardless of the technical differences across worlds.]

I see. That's certainly quite different from my world. There's only one person I know of with a demon side who grew up amongst humans in such a manner, and he is entirely unique.

[Not to mention was never technically supposed to grow up in such a way, but the less said about that, the better.]

Is he your friend? The demon you spoke of? [She's curious, head tilted in question.]

Well. Yes. I suppose he is my friend.

[Adam had called himself as such before, in any case.]

But no, he's not the one I've been speaking of. He was never human. He's merely - different than other demons.

[Which is something of an understatement, but attempting to explain how he's different would be long and complicated, and most likely end up delving into their relationship and how Aziraphale himself is different from many other angels.]

He's a good sort, really.

Seems you know quite a few demons. [It was a simple statement, drawing similarities concerning the two of them.]

[Suddenly Chloe smiled.] Would he not take kindly to being called that? Or is he different from other demons in that regard as well? [She thought she might be grasping his world a little better, now.]

[He chuckles slightly.]

Does it? I know only the one, really. The other isn't technically a demon.

[His smile turns amused again.]

I'm afraid he wouldn't take kindly to it at all. It's so difficult to compliment him, you know. One can only tell him so many times how devious he is before it begins to feel rather repetitive.

[Now Chloe was confused. And just when she thought she was figuring things out.] Oh. What is he, then?

[Then Chloe is laughing at that.] He doesn't seem all that scary, for a demon. I probably shouldn't tell him that, though, should I?

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