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[cattygabriel]

Date: April 11, 2003
Status: Public - Complete
Setting: Library
Summary: Gabriel is 'working'. Feel free to drop by.

There was a light rain outside, and the pitter-patter against the window formed a steady beat to the old Middle Eastern lullaby Gabriel was humming absent-mindedly as he worked. Davidson, Davidson, Davidson... ah, there it is. Now for Nostradamus. Odd man, Nostradamus, though quite amicable. 

He slid the last book into place on its shelf, and made his way back to his desk at the front of the library, picking up his copy* of Mansfield Park and flipping to his place. He pulled the bookmark out, leaned back and relaxed, burying himself in the utter impropriety of Fanny Price's relatives staging a play.

* Personal copy, autographed by Jane Austen herself and in pristine condition.

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[misterbkeele.livejournal.com]

There was a sense of suddenly being very much out of his depth, rather like the moment before falling through an open manhole. Not that Barnaby had ever done that a second time.

"Good day to you, Field Commander," he said neutrally, ignoring the now-familiar instinct to flee. He thought for a moment that he heard someone, but before he could make it out it was gone.

"Was there a convention planned in the library?" He indicated the other two behind Michael, both of whom looked decidedly harassed. "I must have missed the memo."

[angelofawesome.livejournal.com]

Michael regarded this one. Seemed polite. Obviously knew better than to antagonize him. Demons tended to come in two types: "I'm not smart enough to know I'm outclassed so I'm going to try my best to piss you off enough so you smite me super hard," or "Oh sweet crap on toast please don't smite me pretty please with sugar on top." He had a feeling this one - Barachiel, wasn't it, or maybe Baraqiel? - was of the latter persuasion.

"No, no meeting, just taking care of estranged employees." He looked back and forth between the demon and Aziraphael; Aziraphael's aura did seem tainted somehow, maybe it was this one...?

Well, if Adam was anti-violence, Michael didn't want to start a fight or else risk jeopardizing himself right off the bat, even if this one was corrupting the Principality. "Gabriel, Aziraphael, I have some important business to deal with," he informed his two angelic companions. "Aziraphael, I expect to see you outside tomorrow at noon, before lunch." No way was he going to miss breakfast.

He strode purposefully past ex-Barachiel, down the hallway and out of sight, plotting how to break Aziraphael free without getting into an all-out smack-down with Adam.