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apocalypsehowcomm2022-06-22 07:22 am
oldbookshop) wrote in apocalypsehowcomm2022-06-22 07:22 am
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Who: Aziraphale and Malcolm
When: June (end of event)
Where: Wolf Pen
Summary: Local unconventional unit grappling with White Things!
Warnings: The requisite violence of such a prompt (blood, injury, animal/beast-like Thing death)
Oh, to take on a task that goes very much against your conscious lean away from choosing violence, yet is simultaneously within one of the exact sort of wheelhouses for which you were created.
Aziraphale would be lying if he said it was an easy decision to go along with this little set of missions. Quite the opposite. But, well. Defending humanity against external and unnatural danger, proven well past the point of being reasoned with, he supposes that's always been part of his larger job description. Better him than someone less... qualified.
He declines a firearm on the premise of having something suitable of his own. Not that it's technically been his since roughly the dawn of time, but it's in his custody for the time being and he's very well aware of how to use it, which is basically the same thing. So he leaves his favorite coat at the inn to spare it unnecessary mess, and shows up to the rendezvous point with a whole-ass sword.
"Right. Well. Have you got everything you need in order?"
On the positive side, it is always lovely to see Malcolm. Never mind that any other circumstances would be far better. That's just life sometimes.
When: June (end of event)
Where: Wolf Pen
Summary: Local unconventional unit grappling with White Things!
Warnings: The requisite violence of such a prompt (blood, injury, animal/beast-like Thing death)
Oh, to take on a task that goes very much against your conscious lean away from choosing violence, yet is simultaneously within one of the exact sort of wheelhouses for which you were created.
Aziraphale would be lying if he said it was an easy decision to go along with this little set of missions. Quite the opposite. But, well. Defending humanity against external and unnatural danger, proven well past the point of being reasoned with, he supposes that's always been part of his larger job description. Better him than someone less... qualified.
He declines a firearm on the premise of having something suitable of his own. Not that it's technically been his since roughly the dawn of time, but it's in his custody for the time being and he's very well aware of how to use it, which is basically the same thing. So he leaves his favorite coat at the inn to spare it unnecessary mess, and shows up to the rendezvous point with a whole-ass sword.
"Right. Well. Have you got everything you need in order?"
On the positive side, it is always lovely to see Malcolm. Never mind that any other circumstances would be far better. That's just life sometimes.
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“So they know where the nest is?”
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"Yes. Multiple units for multiple nests, if I've been hearing correctly. We should be along in fairly short order." Hearing has never been much issue with this corporation, so he feels solidly on that much. "If it weren't very dreadful business, I'd be delighted to run into you. As it stands, I'm afraid I have to settle for pleased."
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"Likewise," he says politely, but it's undeniably happy. "And I'm glad we ended up in the same... unit. What do you think the best approach is with these things? Cut off the heads?"
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Whether someone else wants to burn the remains for certainty is entirely up in the air. It probably wouldn't be the worst strategic move.
Distasteful, really, all of it. A shame the options aren't better.
"In any event, there's-- mercy in efficiency. Best to keep to something quick."
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"They have some sort of... magical effect. They wound and the wounds aren't visible but they feel real. So be careful."