mayfield_rpg | [Backdated to 7th Feb]

[Action 1 - Morning, Outside 1487 Kramden Road]

[Aziraphale looks to be in a good mood as he steps out the door, ready to start the day. He looks a little excited to have a package - he's not learnt to be weary of unexpected presents yet. When he opens it to find a single white feather inside he frowns, before with a loud rip two messy white wings emerge from his back. Without having to look back to see what's happened, he very almost swears.]

Oh... blast it all. [Stretching out his wings, he cranes over to have a look at the mess.] I liked this jumper too.

[Action 2 - Dusk, the makeout point]

[Anyone who comes by in the last hour of daylight will be entertained by an over weight middle aged man trying to take off. His over sized pair of wings work, but sustained flight seems like a bit of a work out, if his huffing and panting and frequent pauses to get his breath is any judge.

Eventually he flops down heavily onto a log, deciding that enough is enough.] I'm sure it wasn't this hard in the old days.

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[Barton spends a lot of time up on that hill, as it's the close as one can get away from the world of Mayfield for awhile.

Seeing a man with large wings trying to fly was about the last thing she was expecting, though.

Aziraphale has spectators in the form of a short teenage girl, and her large blue German Shepard.]

[...wings. The man in front of her has wings. For a moment she's almost reminded of the experiments, and wonders if the man had undergone one.

Then she remembers that there aren't any experiments anymore. But there's still a bit of wariness when she approaches, as her hands settle on the Freezing Guns fastened to her belt.]

[]Still panting softly, Aziraphale looks up at the pretty young lady, and then gives her a smile.]

It's all right, dear, I'm not going to hurt you. [He stretches out his wings a little, but then folds them behind his back, at least putting them relatively out of the way.] These things are rather useless anyway. I was never really one for flying.

[Aziraphale jumps as he notices her, blushing to have been caught up. The reason he came up here was because he thought he might be able to... well, embarrass himself without anyone watching.]

A-ah, hello there. What're you doing up here? It's getting a little late. [He sounds kindly, at least, even with the disruption.]

Ain't too late. Usually this place is pretty empty, 'cept for drone teenagers in their cars.

And you? [He folds his wings in to get them a little bit out of the way.] And me this time. [He chuckles.] Don't worry, I won't make it a regular thing.

And me, I guess. [It's hard to read this girl - both her face and voice are almost completely deadpan.]

It's fine. I don't own this place or anythin'.

Nice wings.

Oh.

[She relaxes.]

Sorry. I just had a rough week. Your wings look nice, though.

[Flying by, The Captain notices a lot of strange regains this time around.

White wings bursting out of someone's back counts. Floating down to just hover a few inches off the ground.

He's wearing his black star t-shirt, camo cargo pants, red converse sneakers as well as that really beaten up and stained, brown trench coat.]

Hey, wings... are you like, a mutant or something?

[Aziraphale looks over, looks down at where he's hovering, and then back up at his face. Finally, he gives a smile.] I don't think so.

I don't believe we've met. I'm Aziraphale.

I don't think you're the only one. Still, at least it's over for now. Are you all right? No lasting harm, I hope. [He's genuine enough, always one to do good if he can.]

[He's not bothered by that, he just counters it by being even more expressive than normal, smiling brighter in the hope that she might pick it up.]

Thank you. They're rather a pain, I have to confess, but it's nice to have something of my old self back.

Azir-... yeah.

Nice wings.

Oh, thank you. They're a bit of a bother really.

Yeah, there was a guy named Angel or something back home with them.

I think it went pretty bad for him.

I guess they make you a target.

[Aziraphale chuckles at the name, a faint flush forming on his cheeks. Well then.]

At home I'd normally hide them. [He stretches them out, then tries to draw them in, but only succeeds in folding them against his back.] Here it looks like that's not an option.

Not really. I guess what happened was what they were talking about when they told me this town could be horrible, sometimes.

[He reminds her of Sky High, somehow. And Wild Tiger as well.

...she immediately stops that thought in its tracks.]

Man, I'm glad I'm not a freak like that. No offense.

[Aziraphale gives her a little nod.] It would be nice to think that that was the last of it, but my friend is worried that something else is going to pop up soon, and I'm afraid I have to agree. [He sighs, but then gives her another, more cheerful smile.]

Still, there's no use worrying about that now; we should enjoy the peace while it's here. What brings you all the way up here?

[A freak? Aziraphale actually frowns a little, not sure he likes that. Still, it's why he normally keeps them hidden after all.] None taken, my dear. I assure you these are quite normal where I come from. [In heaven, anyway, though Aziraphale has to admit that it feels a little awkward to call that home. Earth has been home for the last 6000 years.]

Huh, I guess that makes sense.

So, can you fly with thsoe or are they just for show?

[Stretching them out a little carefully, Aziraphale flaps them.] I can, though I'm rather out of practise. [He cranes his head back to have a look.] And I should probably preen them too.

[He looks at the other man again, and then smiles.] Your way seems rather less messy. Is that, ah, normal for where you come from?

Kinda. Flying super heroes are like a dime a ☠☠☠☠ dozen.

I don't think they all use magic though.

You got wings, but ya can't fly? Or are ya just outta practice?

Ah. Out of practice I fear. I don't often have a chance to stretch my wings at home.

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