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heaven_on_paper

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

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From:

unfriendlygreen

[ He takes a seat, the chair moving on its own. ]

Not to be rude, but I will procure my own. I am not entirely sure drinking your tea would be safe for me.

[ Ragnor is suddenly holding a cup from Nina's coffee shop. Aziraphale may smell something like burnt matches, though there is nothing burning. ]

From:

heaven_on_paper

Don't be silly, it's just tea. "Gross matter," as some might refer to it. Quite ordinary. Nothing celestial about it.

[ He pointedly goes into the back to get his own tea the hard way. ]

From:

unfriendlygreen

Celestial things can quite literally kill me, so I would much rather not risk it, if it's all the same to you.

[ He's being very careful not to touch anything that might belong to the angel. ]

From:

heaven_on_paper

[ Sorry, Ragnor, that's literally everything in the shop. ]

Well, I can understand your caution.

[ He sits down across from him with his own tea. ]

From:

unfriendlygreen

[ He leans back cautiously, the one one does when facing a creature that can smite you with a glance. ]

I still don't understand why you're here.

From:

heaven_on_paper

I live here. I've had this bookshop for quite some time.

From:

unfriendlygreen

Have you? I'd never seen it.

From:

heaven_on_paper

Perhaps you're thinking of a different corner.

From:

unfriendlygreen

I am not.

[ He gets to his feet and steps out to look at the street. ]

From:

heaven_on_paper

[ Aziraphale watches him through the windows. ]

From:

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. ]

From:

heaven_on_paper

... reporting back?

From:

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.

From:

heaven_on_paper

I did say I thought you might be confused.

From:

unfriendlygreen

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

From:

heaven_on_paper

Why do you ask?

From:

unfriendlygreen

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

From:

heaven_on_paper

Where are you trying to go?

From:

unfriendlygreen

Home, obviously.

From:

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. ]

From:

unfriendlygreen

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

From:

heaven_on_paper

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

Here we are.

From:

unfriendlygreen

Thank you.

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

From:

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.