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Post by John Bristow on Oct 17, 2008 15:49:03 GMT -5
John walked in to Aziraphales shop and smiled, the dumpy little man never sold anything and was quite stingy with his books. Which he didn't mind, he was only looking for information, and he was sure the man would be able to help.
He walked up to the front desk and tapped the bell.
John recalled the first time he entered the bookshop. He had to stop walking due to a wave of energy that seemed to hit him as he entered the door. He knew the power that was in the shop, both from the books and strangely from the man.
But even when they shook hands, John got nothing from him, no thoughts, no emotions, just light.
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Oct 17, 2008 17:31:38 GMT -5
However, today, the man behind the counter was definitely not an angel, and certainly did not fit the words "dumpy" or "little" either, and still hadn't quite gotten over his habit of looking as though he'd received a very nasty shock every time someone unexpected walked in.
Herbert's hand jerked, knocking over a cup full of pens and pencils, and he swore in German as he dove down to pick them up.
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Post by John Bristow on Oct 17, 2008 17:46:44 GMT -5
"Oh my" John leaned down and started trying to help the fellow "<sorry for startling you>" he replied in perfect German.
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Oct 17, 2008 17:59:08 GMT -5
"<No... no trouble at all...>"
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Post by John Bristow on Oct 17, 2008 18:03:22 GMT -5
John finished picking up what he saw and placed them back in the cup "You must be Herbert" John smiled "I've heard the proprieter talk about you before."
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Oct 17, 2008 23:54:58 GMT -5
"What did he say!?" he blurted.
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Post by John Bristow on Oct 18, 2008 0:44:50 GMT -5
John smiled at the man, his eyes softening, it was more than obvious that the two men were together. "Nothing but wonderful things I assure you" John almost winked "he get's a little red in the face when he talks about you."
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Oct 18, 2008 0:57:38 GMT -5
"Oh. Oh, yes, of course." He was a bit breathless and agitated, as usual when dealing with customers. He was not a people person and never had been.
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Post by John Bristow on Oct 18, 2008 1:06:41 GMT -5
"I imagine he's informed you never to sell anything to anyone" John didn't have to ask, he's seen Aziraphale run off customers before, he was quite good at it "so know I'm not here to buy, I was actually hoping he was in today, I had some questions to ask him."
John sighed "Oh well, uh... maybe you-" he looked up at the large man "do you know anything of the paranormal?"
((No they've never officially met, but John's loves to research in to the type of stuff Zira has in the shop, so it's only allowed to say they've been in contact before.))
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Oct 18, 2008 3:12:08 GMT -5
"Of the what now?" said Herbert, who was suddenly a bit anxious about showing his teeth.
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Post by John Bristow on Oct 18, 2008 22:44:41 GMT -5
"Paranormal" john smiled watching the man carefully "I'm, I need, well" he lowered his voice "I'm trying to find some information for a friend of mine; she, to put it lightly, see's the spirits of the departed."
He looked down at the desk and back up at Herbert.
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Oct 18, 2008 23:47:44 GMT -5
"Oh... of course. Well, I imagine there's something in the shelves over here," he said as he walked over toward one of them. He browsed over the titles for a moment and frowned.
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Post by John Bristow on Oct 19, 2008 22:41:40 GMT -5
"What is it?" John's brow furrowed, but his smile stayed on.
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Oct 20, 2008 2:53:26 GMT -5
"Necronomicon," he read, adjusting those damned glasses Aziraphale had insisted on giving him. "Author by the name of Abdul al... something. I can't quite read the Arabic."
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Oct 20, 2008 2:58:47 GMT -5
He glanced at the pages and muttered "Someone certainly was fond of tentacles..." in a slightly disparaging tone, before glancing back at the bookshelf and realizing that the place where the book had been seemed stained and warped.
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