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[heaven_on_paper]

further nife and accurate prophecies concerning the worlde that is to com

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[unfriendlygreen]

[ Aziraphale gets to watch Ragnor perform a series of hand and finger movements that look outright alien, and open a portal into— somewhere, possibly hell. Ragnor curses loudly as he closes it with a snap of his fingers.

Then he walks back into the bookshop, takes his seat again and sips calmly at his cup. ]

[heaven_on_paper]

... reporting back?

[unfriendlygreen]

What? No, I'm not an agent from hell. I happen to know dimensional magic, I appear to have landed in the wrong place.

[heaven_on_paper]

I did say I thought you might be confused.

[unfriendlygreen]

You don't happen to have a map of the ley lines in the area, do you?

[heaven_on_paper]

Why do you ask?

[unfriendlygreen]

Coordinates are not fixed, a map would make my departure much quicker.

[heaven_on_paper]

Where are you trying to go?

[unfriendlygreen]

Home, obviously.

[heaven_on_paper]

Oh, very well.

[ His bookshop got rematerialized by Adam, and Adam heard all about ley lines from Anathema, so Aziraphale actually does have a fancy, bound copy of the ley line map Anathema was working on, which absolutely didn't exist in version 1.0 of this shop, or reality. But he knows where it is, so he goes and gets it. ]

[unfriendlygreen]

[ He touched Aziraphale's mug while he's gone just to see if it'll burn him. ]

[heaven_on_paper]

[ It's just a normal mug! Anyway, he's not gone for long. ]

Here we are.

[unfriendlygreen]

Thank you.

[ He doesn't take the map, instead it simply flies off Aziraphale's hands and spreads itself over a table. ]

[heaven_on_paper]

[ Rather than a folding map, it's a bound road atlas, so it just... falls open to the right page. ]

Must you? I do have other customers, you know. Human customers.

[unfriendlygreen]

They wouldn't notice me nor anything unusual about what I'm doing/

[heaven_on_paper]

All the same...

[unfriendlygreen]

I am not a threat to you or your humans.

[heaven_on_paper]

[ He gives a polite little smile and head tilt. ]

Well.

... will that map suffice?

[unfriendlygreen]

It will do, thank you.

[ he closes the book, fully intending to take it with him. ]

[heaven_on_paper]

[ Aziraphale doesn't actually approach him, but he does position himself between Ragnor and the door. ]

Were you—hoping to purchase the volume?

[unfriendlygreen]

Borrow it. It will be returned in a few days, once I can open a doorway back to my own world.

[heaven_on_paper]

This is not a lending library.

[unfriendlygreen]

Oh, for Lilith's sake. I'll buy it then.

[heaven_on_paper]

Well, actually, I'm afraid that book has yet to be valued. Perhaps you should return next week.

[unfriendlygreen]

I will not be in this plane by next week.

[ he snaps his fingers and a pile of bound bills appear on his desk. ]

I am certain that will do.