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Post by Aziraphale on Nov 8, 2008 20:05:51 GMT -5
*He wasn't really asleep, laying with Herbert in the darkened bedroom, sometime in the early afternoon. He hadn't slept since he'd heard from Up There, but he didn't want to leave the bed and Herbert. He didn't know how much time he had left to hold him, after all.*
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Nov 8, 2008 20:11:51 GMT -5
Herbert nestled his arm under Aziraphale's head, gently rubbed his hair.
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Post by NPC on Nov 8, 2008 20:25:37 GMT -5
*Their moment was ruined by the door opening abruptly and an indistinct figure that seemed to be emitting some sort of shimmering light in a white robe stood there. He sneered down at the couple on the bed, not even bothering to veil the disgust on his face. Aziraphale scrambled to a sitting position.
Before he could speak, the messenger began-*
"You're wanted for a trial in ten minutes, Aziraphale," *it said, its voice cool and condescending.* "And you are to bring your... boy."
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Nov 8, 2008 20:34:57 GMT -5
"Ten minutes?" Herbert snapped. He whirled around to look at the clock. "We can't. It's daylight-"
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Post by Aziraphale on Nov 8, 2008 20:39:25 GMT -5
"That is not our problem," *the angel retorted impatiently.*
"It's all right- you can take the blanket, or a cloak- And I've got some thick gloves around here somewhere-"
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Nov 8, 2008 20:48:46 GMT -5
"That is not sufficient," Herbert grumbled as he slogged out of bed.
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Post by NPC on Nov 8, 2008 20:53:00 GMT -5
"You will only be outside of this establishment for a few minutes." *It said cooly.* "I've no doubt that even with minimal protection you will survive."
*Its tone of voice made it clear that his survival would be a regrettable outcome.*
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Nov 8, 2008 21:03:38 GMT -5
"You don't know what it's like to burn up in contact with light, do you?"
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Post by NPC on Nov 8, 2008 21:10:55 GMT -5
"I don't. Imagine that. We," *he looked meaningfully at Aziraphale.* "are beings who thrive on light," *- and looked back at Herbert-* "not cower in crypts and behind closed doors until nightfall."
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Nov 8, 2008 21:22:04 GMT -5
Herbert had to stop himself from making a vulgar gesture at the messenger as he finished dressing.
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Post by Aziraphale on Nov 8, 2008 21:33:09 GMT -5
*Already dressed, Azirapale rummaged in the (expanded by way of miracles) closet for a cloak. The messenger made a mental not of this, just as he had with the series of two or three doors that should not technically be there on that hallway.*
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Nov 8, 2008 21:51:07 GMT -5
"Do you know where I put the thing to tie back my hair?" Herbert asked Aziraphale as he pulled on a plain black coat over his equally unadorned clothes.
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Post by Aziraphale on Nov 8, 2008 21:55:28 GMT -5
*Aziraphale picked it up off of the dresser and handed it to Herbert without a word, as the messenger looked on impatiently.*
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Nov 8, 2008 22:04:14 GMT -5
He winced a little as he pulled it back harshly again.
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Post by NPC on Nov 8, 2008 22:44:35 GMT -5
"They won't be pleased with being kept waiting."
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