Voice testing, please be gentle! - Canon is 'Good Omens'

[sainsburys_plant_mister]

..I know I can't be the only one who's already regretting this decision. 

You know just as well as I do how this'll go, and even then, that's leaving out the second-hand embarrassment you're going to bring down on the both of us. I give it a week. Maybe two, at an absolute stretch.

 I suppose I can't do much to stop you. Just get comfortable and wait for the inevitable. After all, if I'm going to be involved in whatever this is, I may as well have a front row seat.

 

 

S'where I usually end up, regardless.

Comments

[unantichristly]

I think you're underestimatin' yourself.

[sainsburys_plant_mister]

It's more a case of underestimating her than me, if that's even the best way to put it

[unantichristly]

You're plenty int'restin', though, so I'm sure she'll keep you around.

[sainsburys_plant_mister]

[There's a small smirk there]

You're not wrong.

So. Did you come about before or after Radio Four decided to give us our fifteen minutes?

[Not that he's one to talk about the latter]

[unantichristly]

I've been hangin' around for years. She calls me her 'forever girl'. [ ick face, girls are weird and he's a boy. ]

[sainsburys_plant_mister]

[That's both undeniably creepy and something he sincerely hopes doesn't happen to him. Being controlled by a twenty-something with the social life of an earth worm for years on end...now that's a new kind of Hell-on-Earth. If at all possible, a glimmer of dread flashes over him as he pushes his sunglasses up the bridge of his nose.]

Hm...not sure I'd suit a nickname. Not like that at least.

[unantichristly]

No, yours are more like 'flash bastard' an' 'dear'. I remember.

[sainsburys_plant_mister]

[A look of..something crosses his face very briefly. Bloody Angel...]

The latter's not a nickname.[Said a little too quickly] More of a verbal tic. Bad habit.

'Flash Bastard' I'll take, though.

[manicuredangel]

Hello, dear. It's lovely to see a new one of you around.

[sainsburys_plant_mister]

Ah, Angel. There you are

[Not that he's been keeping an eye out for you or anything]

Yes, I've noticed - nothing's, or no-one's original, I suppose. Not even us.

[notonbaldmountain]

I do not find inevitable to be very comfortable. It is long, and tedious. Full of aches and slow deaths.

[sainsburys_plant_mister]

Not so much comfortable as it is...well, inevitable.

If it's going to happen, might as well enjoy the perks while you can.

[lessmercykilling]

Funny, sounds a lot like me.

But better sitting front and center than being on the stage. I've been on both sides, and hell knows I'd take the first any day.

[sainsburys_plant_mister]

Agreed.

[Funny, given that he's just come off the stage, as it were]

Unless there's something you can do about whatever it is, half the time it's not worth the effort

[lessmercykilling]

Oh, if there's something I can do? Then the whole situation turns into a lot of fun.

Otherwise, dancing to somebody else's tune aint really my thing ... Not that sitting around, doing nothin, is that much better.

Muns don't give us a lotta choice.

[sainsburys_plant_mister]

[And let it be known humans can be so very, very fun indeed.]

Mm, true, true...

[Unfortunately, dancing to someone else's tune is something he's accustomed to doing, though he has gotten rather good at evading his superiors in the past few centuries]

I've got my money on mine losing interest before long. Here's hoping, anyway. If she tried 'putting me' anywhere, I'd probably lose my mind.

[notonbaldmountain]

I suppose it is our way. Accept inevitables and act accordingly.

[lessmercykilling]

Normally I'd make the same bet, 'cept mine's currently playing through the bit when two buddies of mine broke me out of hell. And my mun's a completionist on top of that. OCD much? It'll take days before they're done.

But hey, I'll take you up on your bet. Something to do, anyway. Whatcha say, ten grand on your girl plopping you into some random world?

[sainsburys_plant_mister]

[He think a moment]

Not sure what else we can really do about it

[sainsburys_plant_mister]

[He smirks, and gives the stranger a nod]

Ten grand? Fine by me. You're on.

[notonbaldmountain]

Decide you will have fun and the end does not matter. The end is set, so enjoy middle.

Sorry about the delay!

[manicuredangel]

Not, not even us. And I've also noticed we're all different in our own right. So I suppose in a way each is still individual.

No worries!

[sainsburys_plant_mister]

[He thinks a moment]

Sort like the clone argument, really.

Either way, can't say it's not surreal, seeing my face pop up every now and then that isn't..mine

[manicuredangel]

The really odd thing is that most of our duplicates look different as well. I can always tell when it's one of you or one of me, but there are so many different looks along with personalities. Sometimes even, er... Sometimes we are just friends and sometimes we are more than...

[sainsburys_plant_mister]

[The sentence doesn't need to finish for Crowley to know what he means, though all he does at first is arch a brow, and push his sunglasses a little further up the bridge of his nose.]

..Well then

[manicuredangel]

[He shrugs.] Admittedly I've participated in both scenarios.

[sainsburys_plant_mister]

[...]

[After a pause]

How was I? Any good?

[Why's he even asking; of course he was.]

[manicuredangel]

Of course you were, dear. How could you not be?

[sainsburys_plant_mister]

[There's a triumphant, rather smug smile there. Good answer, Angel.]

No harm in checking.

[manicuredangel]

[He chuckles.] Are you interested?

[sainsburys_plant_mister]

[He clears his throat - a little half heartedly and a tad too quickly]

Careful, Aziraphale. Someone might think you were flirting - though I am curious; how much did you have to drink beforehand?

[manicuredangel]

The last time I didn't drink at all before it. It was, er... It was a difficult situation.

[sainsburys_plant_mister]

'Difficult'?

[manicuredangel]

Ah, it was in a "game" as the muns like to call them. In that particular place you can die. Like actually, genuinely die. The world brings you back to life later, but... Yes.

I died due to a circumstance that the the game forced us into. He opened a door and for some reason that caused my death. After I woke up alive we, er... We came together after that.

[sainsburys_plant_mister]

[He frowns at that, only glancing up again when his friend's finished speaking]

'least it wasn't permanent. What sort of game is that, anyway..?

[Said more rhetorically than anything else; why send someone like Aziraphale somewhere with that kind of risk? Doesn't sit right with the demon.]

Still..I'm sorry. You had to go through that, I mean.

[manicuredangel]

It is called Entranceway. Kind of Alice in Wonderland themed. I much preferred my death over Crowley's. It was... It was rather difficult a thing to witness. I was powerless to stop it.

[sainsburys_plant_mister]

[Oh great - he died as well?]

Do I want to know..?

[manicuredangel]

Er... There are mirror versions of everyone who lives there. Most of the time they are separated; they cannot exist on the same side of the mirror as who they are a copy of. But they have ways to cross if they must.

My mirror was mad, a demon named Zirah who's mind had not survived the fall. He was desperately seeking his idea of what you were, an angel named Caphriel. Of course such a being did not exist, Crowley's mirror was a demon who relished being a cruel, vicious monster. He thought that the really Crowley must have been Caphriel and when he was proved wrong, he lashed out and resented him for it. It finally culminated in him trespassing into the "real" world and forcing me into the mirror where I could do nothing but watch as he murdered Crowley with a sanctified blade.

[sainsburys_plant_mister]

[He's said it once and he'll say it again; Humans are better at thinking of ways to torture themselves - and others - than Demons could ever be.

Shaking his head with a small noise of discontent, Crowley sits back, crossing his legs loosely]

..Nice.

[Shuddering a little at the thought]

I'm sorry your Mun's apparently out for blood. Make's me glad mine's not found a place for me just yet

[manicuredangel]

They do rather like doing their best to hurt us.

[sainsburys_plant_mister]

[And thus, he's just a little more happy he's homeless]

Here's hoping she gets bored of it

[manicuredangel]

One can hope, I suppose. [But he knows if he ever gets back into a game it's either going to be a horror game or a sex game.]

[sainsburys_plant_mister]

[A pause]

Perhaps, if she tries to send you somewhere else, mine would be willing to send me as well.

You know. For company.

[manicuredangel]

Ah... Perhaps. I know she has no plans at the moment.

[sainsburys_plant_mister]

At least there's a silver lining then

[By the sounds of it, no game is better than game-that-kills-you]

[manicuredangel]

For the moment. It gets a touch lonely, though. I'm her only active muse at the moment and I miss the days when there were others in this headspace.