The instant he walked through the front door and found himself on a massive game board, Aziraphale's wings fluffed up in immediate surprise and anger. His nerves were already a little raw, lately, after the things he'd been through because of the Mayor's damnable trap, and by extension, it was making him a little jumpy. In turn, it left him feeling very done with whatever situation he had just found himself forced into. He wasn't even shocked that he had been transported somewhere new again. He was just fed up.
He curled his nose in anger when he saw the screen overhead beginning to scroll a series of instructions, crossing his arms as his large, white-and-black speckled wings spread, mantling behind his back in a way that screamed "I am big, I am frightening, be afraid of me!" without saying a word.
"No! Absolutely not! I'm done playing your games, you can't just treat people like this!"
Dimly, he couldn't help the way Gabriel's voice mumbled in his head; 'God does not play games with the universe,' nor Crowley's snarky reply afterward. 'Where have you been?' indeed. He was beginning to feel as if this was Lucifer's own version of 'The Universe,' the antithesis of whatever games She might have wanted to play with the Earth. If the events of the waking realm were influenced by her Grace, then surely the dreaming realm had to be what Earth would be like if the Devil were in charge, instead.
If he had been able to do so, Aziraphale would have miracled himself a chair, right in the middle off his square. Without the luxury, he dropped to the ground in a huff, petulant as a child and conscious of the fact. If they wanted him to play a game, the he would simply refuse. He didn't need food or water. He could wait as long as they could, possibly even longer.
[If there's something else you want to play, as always just DM me or poke me on plurk at tronja307020! I'm always open for suggestions!]
Aziraphale | Good Omens | OTA
The instant he walked through the front door and found himself on a massive game board, Aziraphale's wings fluffed up in immediate surprise and anger. His nerves were already a little raw, lately, after the things he'd been through because of the Mayor's damnable trap, and by extension, it was making him a little jumpy. In turn, it left him feeling very done with whatever situation he had just found himself forced into. He wasn't even shocked that he had been transported somewhere new again. He was just fed up.
He curled his nose in anger when he saw the screen overhead beginning to scroll a series of instructions, crossing his arms as his large, white-and-black speckled wings spread, mantling behind his back in a way that screamed "I am big, I am frightening, be afraid of me!" without saying a word.
"No! Absolutely not! I'm done playing your games, you can't just treat people like this!"
Dimly, he couldn't help the way Gabriel's voice mumbled in his head; 'God does not play games with the universe,' nor Crowley's snarky reply afterward. 'Where have you been?' indeed. He was beginning to feel as if this was Lucifer's own version of 'The Universe,' the antithesis of whatever games She might have wanted to play with the Earth. If the events of the waking realm were influenced by her Grace, then surely the dreaming realm had to be what Earth would be like if the Devil were in charge, instead.
If he had been able to do so, Aziraphale would have miracled himself a chair, right in the middle off his square. Without the luxury, he dropped to the ground in a huff, petulant as a child and conscious of the fact. If they wanted him to play a game, the he would simply refuse. He didn't need food or water. He could wait as long as they could, possibly even longer.
[If there's something else you want to play, as always just DM me or poke me on plurk at tronja307020! I'm always open for suggestions!]