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When; Feb 16, evening
Rating; PG
Characters; LJ keeps screwing up username tags, so- Aziraphale, Crowley, Lyra, Ichigo and Kamui.
Summary; Lyra wants answers. Sorry for the lateness, guys.
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Aziraphale and Crowley's flat was just across the hall, so it wasn't much of a journey, though to Lyra, it somehow felt like a vast distance.

The last time a stranger had seemed familiar to Lyra had been before she'd entered the city, and had resulted in the theft of the alethiometer. While it had been recovered, her experience with Lord Boreal AKA Sir Charles Latrom, had taught her to be wary of this sort of thing. The alethiometer's refusal to provide an understandable answer had simply made it so much worse.

So there she was, waiting with Pantalaimon in her hands. She didn't think anything violent was going to happen but still.... This was strange, and she didn't want to go alone.

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Crowley leaned casualy against the windowsill, a cigarette dangling between his lips. Yellow eyes scanned the street of the City below behind dark sunglasses, and though his stance was casual, there was an underlying tension that one could only detect through years of knowing the demon.

He inhaled, before pulling the cigarette away and breathing the grey smoke out slowly as his mind whirred through the changes in many things that were brought on by this city.

However, he did not feel like dwelling on that right now. Lyra was to arrive soon.

A creature of habit, the angel couldn’t help but putter about the apartment preparing for the girl’s arrival, trying his very best under the circumstances to make everything look as neat and comfortable as angelically possible, though he felt as if he were on his very last wire. Things like physical and psychological exhaustion hadn’t surfaced upon his list of concerns since well over a century ago, most likely having to pertain to the horrific mess with Pompeii that had more to do with a large mistake Upstairs had made than anyone would fancy admitting. Trying out a new tactic in order to calm these unnatural anxieties one as an immortal being shouldn’t rightly have in the first place, Aziraphale stopped shuffling about altogether and simply didn’t move, crossing his arms with a befuddled look crossing his expression that told all—he was pondering.

But, unlike every other time such an occasion arose to voice his most apparent concerns to his colleague, the angel uncharacteristically fell silent with a displeased sigh through his nose, frowning deeply. How odd, Aziraphale thought blankly, trying his best not to catch a glance over at Crowley who had been near that window for what seemed like well over a few hours, though of course that was a ridiculous notion.

One pale hand briefly waved over the nearest table as if in a forlorn afterthought, a set of steaming cups of tea and biscuits placing themselves into a neat array before their commander, whom strangely didn’t desire consuming them at all.

Crowley didn't even have to glance over to know something was up. The unnatural silence was bothering him, as usually Aziraphale would be chattering away. So, he did what every blunt demon did.

"What's wrong, angel?" he asked, though he didn't move away from his post at the window.

"Hm." Certainly this wasn’t like him, but the angel felt on the verge of a desperate mental breakdown that would have to be dealt with sooner rather than later, though the obvious strain in keeping his overwhelming emotions at bay was taking a toll on him, something the demon seemed privy to. At present, he was only most keenly aware of the fact that he had been far too selfish for his own good lately, and it came as a violent shock that the Upstairs hadn’t already sent down a messenger to promptly cut off his wings along with his title, they being the all knowing immortals and what have you.

Not to mention that Aziraphale was experiencing a rough form of guilt that happened to be smacking him across that pretty little cherubic face, right about now.

"I’m afraid I don’t follow you, my dear," he answered rather softly, still unwilling to turn in order to face what it was that made him feel so very conflicted, for if he took what it was he desired there would be no going back.

"I thought angels weren't supposed to lie." Crowley drawled, blowing out another stream of smoke. "You understand me perfectly, Aziraphale. Out with it."

"I do believe I’m going to be ill," Aziraphale answered in a particular tone, trying his best to keep the whole room from spinning too much with a rather determined blink of his bright cobalt eyes and a hand placed upon his rather warm temple, breathing out a steadying sigh. This would be fine, they would have all the time to properly explain themselves and then everything would go back to the way it was, minus the duck pond he’d been so very fond of. But why in the name of Upstairs the angel still felt as though he were upon the brink of something else, a great deal more vital to his existence, was beyond him at present.

Still unable to touch the tea set out upon the table, kept steaming with yet a second distracted wave of his hand, the angel turned briefly to gaze at his colleague levelly. "That is all, my dear."

Lyra shook herself. Neither Kamui or Ichigo had showed up yet- and Ichigo was just down the hall.

Her curiosity was gnawing at her though and suddenly, the distance across the hall didn't seem quite so vast. In fact, she was able to cross it in no time at all, and, clutcning Pan with one arm, knocked on the door with the other.

Crowley frowned as the angel expressed the opinion that he was going to be most ill, and he pushed himself off the wall and took one step in Aziraphale's direction, before there was a knock on the door.

The demon stopped mid-step and looked over towards the door, a closed and unreadable expression on his face.

"Well..." he stated, as he removed the cigarette from his mouth and burt the thing gone in a matter of seconds. "You want me to get the door?" He wiped his hands together, dusting the remaining ash off of his fingers.

For some terribly odd reason, he felt the demon’s intention to move behind him before he actually set into motion, which slightly disturbed and befuddled the angel more than he could possibly have expressed. But of course, there would be no excuse to act in any other manner than exceedingly polite to their new guest when trying to explain all that had occurred over the past few days. "No, my dear," Aziraphale responded almost automatically, using that particular tone that said ‘don’t trouble yourself’ in the kindest way probable as he had already begun heading over to the door in question, opening it carefully so as not to startle Lyra however much he doubted she became easily frightened.

At the sight of the young girl with the jarringly recognizable aura he had not experienced in such a very long time, the angel couldn’t help but thankfully relax as a warm smile brightened up his previously forlorn expression and turn his eyes to a pleased, comfortable sky blue shade. "Hello, there!" Taking a step to the left side of the door frame, he waited patiently for her to step over the threshold if she so liked and would deliberately leave the exit wide open should she desire to leave them, during the conversation. "You may take a seat wherever you wish, my dear. We promise that we won’t do you any harm." This was followed by a slightly amused glance toward the demon, which was quickly masked by a passive expression as they all took seats.

[ooc: Got permision from Kamui-mun to godmod him, so here goes.]

Kamui had shown up while she was waiting, and the two of them, filed in, Kamui moving slowly, his injuries from Fuuma not yet fully healed, and he sat down in the closest chair, slowly.

Lyra sat down after him, with Pantalaimon in her lap.

"Er, this is Kamui. Kamui, these are Crowley and Aziraphale," she explained as she sat down, Pan resting in her lap. The two of them surveyed their hosts closely as Lyra spoke.

"Alright then, whats going on. Why did you move into the flat across from mine, and why do you seem so familiar?"

Crowley only raised an eyebrow as the angel moved over to get the door. He propped himself on the back of the couch, leaning on the back facing the coffee table.

He nodded to Kumai as the two of them entered, and offered Lyra a small quirk of a smile, which was the closest thing to a friendly greeting as Crowley ever got, really.

Glad of the fact that they did not appear to be too frightened by arriving in such a small group to have the meeting with them, the angel moved to perch upon the edge of the couch arm nearest to the demon without thought, warm blue gaze focusing on their guests. Might as well get the titles over with while they were at the pleasantries, though Aziraphale was normally loathe to detail the whole background of his formerly held positions for he found it a rather unnecessarily tiresome story, at large.

"To being with, in the world where we come from I was formerly the angel who guarded the Eastern Gate of Eden and offered a sword to Eve for protection while she was with child. Crowley," and then a light touch upon his colleague’s arm followed briefly before continuing with the explanation. "Was the snake who tempted Eve with the apple and original sin. Now, we are fairly well acquainted with the aspects of our own world’s particular Eden—" the angel paused, glancing over at his demon counterpart to see whether or not he had anything at all to add while the children pondered these facts.

Kamui was silent, though obviously surprised. Lyra spoke up, and Pantalaimon sat attentively.

"But my- Lord Asriel said that story wasn't really true! He said it was like the square root of negative one- it didn't really exist, but you could find out more stuff if you pretended it did. I don't think that story... I don't think it really happened, in my world at least. What does that have to do with anything? And why did both of you ask me about apples? What does that have to do with anything?!" Her voice grew insistent, demanding.

Crowley's smirk widened and he was oh so tempted to...oh, screw it. Why not? Aziraphale would beat him for it later (or in about two seconds) but...really, what normal demon could resist?

In an instant he was a snake, curled up on the couch across from Lyra in dark coils, yellow eyes focused on her, balancing...a red apple on the end of his tail.

"Becaussssssssse Eve always liked applesssssss...." he hissed. His serpant's lips widened into what would be a smirk, showing off sharp fangs.

Kamui let out a gasp, and Lyra fell backwards in her chair. She was a bit too shocked by that display to sort out the implications of what Crowley had said.

"I- what- what?!" Lyra was having a hard time forming a coherent statement. Pantalaimon was crouched in her lap, his fur standing on end as he glowered at the serpent.

Having lent forward rather quickly at the girl’s abruptly demanding tone, palms out as if to further express his honesty on the whole matter and mouth halfway opened in the midst of a desperate explanation, all the color drained out of the angel’s face once he sensed what exactly the demon was going to do, before it happened. It was something one generally picked up when being about the same vicinity as a demonic entity for so very long, not to mention growing rather fond of one in particular and beginning to uphold a bit of a sixth sense on the whole switching forms talent.

Though before he had felt as if he might be ill, right now it was a miracle that he hadn’t already passed out on the floor from slight shock and complete mortification. Sighing heavily with that certain way of his that soundlessly retorted ‘Crowley, I will kill you later’, Aziraphale found that nothing else could be done except to allow his rather large, feathery white wings to expand from behind his shoulder blades and offer the two children a truly apologetic look, bowing his head slightly to Lyra in obvious respect. "My dear, we recognized your aura as being the descendent of Eve, and we would like to protect you, for she was very dear to us. We are at your service."

Crowley smirked, and, in an instant, he was back to his demon form, lying upside down on the couch, his legs drapped over the back of the couch, his back laying on the cushions, and his head draping off the edge to peer at Lyra upside down through yellow snake eyes, his dark hair falling towards the floor.

He sent a smirk towards Aziraphale, easily interpreting the Angel's heavy sigh. However, as Aziraphale expressed a desire to protect Lyra, he raised an eyebrow, and turned his attention back to the girl. Well, truthfully, it wasn't something he had thought about, but Az seemed to want to so...Crowley had no problems with going along with the flow. He ws pretty flexible at this point.

Kamui's jaw was gaping, but Lyra was a bit more coherent at this point, and Pantalaimon's fur was no longer bristling, though she could feel his tension in the back of her mind. She was still slouching back in her chair, staring at Crowley. Well, it wasn't like Pan had ever thought he was human in the first place. However, something niggled in the back of her mind.

"How can I be related to her at all if I en't from your world? And wouldn't everyone in your world be descended from her anyway? And what's an 'aura'?"

Two things began to separate themselves within the angel’s mindset at present, both vying for the control of his attentions and seeming to create a rather mildly upset cherub, in the end. One having to do with the fact that the demon’s current lounging position upon the couch made Aziraphale nearly twitch in a violent attempt at not looking in Crowley’s general direction or he would have to also explain to these disbelieving children why he was so flushed, at the moment. And two, how in the world he could properly smooth things over when they had become so disastrous.

"Well, the most I could properly explain to you in truth would be an aura, something like your friend there," the angel nodded politely to Pantalaimon with a small once again apologetic smile, trying his best to be kind to them. "They indicate who precisely the person is within them—ah, one could describe it as a sort of sense that we, as immortals, can relate to and pick out amongst others even when humans cannot." He looked rather exhausted all of a sudden, bright blue eyes staring after the girl in particular and hoping she understood, somewhat. "Also, we meant that we have perceived you to have been a descendent of Eve in the direct sense, almost a reincarnation if you believe in such things—though we cannot explain it either, I’m afraid. All I can tell you is that we merely wish to protect you, my dear." Taking a brief moment to exhale lightly, the angel drew a hand across his brow and smiled, warily.

"That is all."

"Yup. That'ssssssssss all." Crowley drawled, adding the hiss just to poke at Aziraphale, knowing it would piss the angel off to no end.

Lyra suddenly felt dizzy, like she was going to faint. She understood enough, enough to send her head spinning. Kamui's expression grew even more dumbfounded.

"So that's why-" was about all Lyra was able to get out. It was clear enough what she meant anyway.

It took a few minutes of dumbfounded silence before the pair managed to stumble to their feet and head out the door.

As she neared the threshold, Lyra turned around.

"I- I'm sorry for thinking you were going to hurt me," She stammered.

Crowley chuckled, at that.

"No worriessssss." he stated, with a wave of his hand. "Take ssssome time to think about it."

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