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Follows this.
They couldn't just teleport themselves there. Any miracles, demonic or otherwise, would attract too much attention. No, Crowley was actually going to have to sit there, plugging their information into an online search engine, and do it all manually. Fluctuating airline prices were demonic work, and right now a trip to Japan was over six thousand pounds more expensive than if he had bought it three days earlier, which was totally outrageous. Crowley didn't know a lot about money except what it made men do to each other, he'd never had to. But now, making money appear out of nothing could turn the wrong eye on them if he wasn't careful.
Luckily, he had quite a few credit cards that never needed paying or had a limit on them. They would work in a pinch for a moment like this. He didn't know if that sort of perk-of-being-a-demon could ever be taken away from him, but he hoped not.
The flight itself was a long one, and Crowley settled himself in for it by making sure they were flying at least first class. That way they could see everyone coming at them and have a few glasses of wine on the journey.
"I don't think they know about these passports," Crowley says. "They might, but I doubt it. I had them made back during the last World War, just kept them in good condition."
The second World War was something that Crowley took responsibility for, but he hated every moment of it, and what his side did to make it worse made him sick. He was more than prepared to hide away if he needed to when things went wrong back then. And, at the time, he had also created a passport for Aziraphale, in case he wanted to come along. No other reason for that, he told himself.
They couldn't just teleport themselves there. Any miracles, demonic or otherwise, would attract too much attention. No, Crowley was actually going to have to sit there, plugging their information into an online search engine, and do it all manually. Fluctuating airline prices were demonic work, and right now a trip to Japan was over six thousand pounds more expensive than if he had bought it three days earlier, which was totally outrageous. Crowley didn't know a lot about money except what it made men do to each other, he'd never had to. But now, making money appear out of nothing could turn the wrong eye on them if he wasn't careful.
Luckily, he had quite a few credit cards that never needed paying or had a limit on them. They would work in a pinch for a moment like this. He didn't know if that sort of perk-of-being-a-demon could ever be taken away from him, but he hoped not.
The flight itself was a long one, and Crowley settled himself in for it by making sure they were flying at least first class. That way they could see everyone coming at them and have a few glasses of wine on the journey.
"I don't think they know about these passports," Crowley says. "They might, but I doubt it. I had them made back during the last World War, just kept them in good condition."
The second World War was something that Crowley took responsibility for, but he hated every moment of it, and what his side did to make it worse made him sick. He was more than prepared to hide away if he needed to when things went wrong back then. And, at the time, he had also created a passport for Aziraphale, in case he wanted to come along. No other reason for that, he told himself.
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Date: 2019-07-27 01:42 am (UTC)He's looking around the restaurant when they're approached, and while he's still rattled, he still makes the effort to smile politely. He responds to the waitstaff in Japanese, a greeting, replies, a slight hesitation and faltering at a point, and a request for a table.
Do they look normal? Maybe. Maybe not. Possibly might be something odd to see what looks like a man in shades at night, or another one in a long pristine jacket, tartan bow tie and worn out vest. Maybe people are just polite.
They certainly have just been addressed as a couple, and Aziraphale is doing his usual song and dance of not talking about it.
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Date: 2019-07-27 01:49 am (UTC)There has to be some way to hide their scents, their auras, whatever it is that they're being tracked with. With everything that they send out to find them, they'll find something stronger next. Something with a better nose, faster and more deadly. Crowley knows it, and he's certain Aziraphale does, as well.
"What sort of alcohol do we have here?" he asks as they're seated.
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Date: 2019-07-27 02:11 am (UTC)" Hm." He looks over the menu. "The usual, wine, beer. Sake and shochu if you'd like." He's still tense, still listening, but he keeps his tone light. Casual. Well, semi-casual.
"... Do you sense it?" He looks over at him, subtly.
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Date: 2019-07-27 02:16 am (UTC)Crowley looks over the menu but it doesn't even matter to him. Aziraphale always knows the best food, he can pick for them both. He looks at the door, then over his sunglasses at the other patrons. None of them look demonic, not to Crowley, anyway.
He concentrates on what he's sensing, but right now all he feels is tense. Normally, he'd chalk that up to being in a new place, new situation, very nearly being completely obliterated only a few moments earlier. But that could very easily mean a whole lot more now.
"What do you feel?" he asks.
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Date: 2019-07-27 02:26 am (UTC)He takes a look around again, but is approached by waitstaff and broken out of it. More polite smiles, ordering drinks - which he could do with a couple of doses, now that they've landed and successfully not died - and food.
He folds his hands and looks out at the other tables. "I supposed that's that." At least, in regards to whatever that thing was.
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Date: 2019-07-27 02:31 am (UTC)"If it's still alive, it's not anywhere near us," he says. Does that mean they're safe? Certainly not. But staying around humans, staying here, in public, is probably the best they can do for the moment.
He looks over at Aziraphale and takes a breath. "Are you all right?"
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Date: 2019-07-27 02:44 am (UTC)"Well, in one piece, so far." Which is more honest than he'd usually prefer to answer, but he's exhausted. And not even bad-day-art-work exhausted, since he does not sleep, but some way more visceral and honest, in his core.
He looks up at Crowley agai. "You?" How was it to stare actual death in the face less than 15 minutes ago?
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Date: 2019-07-27 02:50 am (UTC)"I don't like how fast they found us," he says. "We hadn't even landed yet."
The waitress presents them with a bottle and several glasses. Despite how Crowley likes to be with people, he certainly can't be mean to this person. She's bringing him alcohol and essentially giving them a place to hide.
"We need a more permanent solution."
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Date: 2019-07-27 01:08 pm (UTC)"We do, but what?" He takes the bottle, pours them both a drink. "They're getting smarter, and clearly don't even care about making a scene." He puts the bottle back down, and stops, for just a second, thinking what could have been of the people on that plane. He shakes his head slightly, with a bad taste in his mouth.
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Date: 2019-07-28 01:43 am (UTC)"If they have an army of things like that, we can't fight them," he admits, which takes out his suggestion from before, that they bring the fight to them. Especially if things get bigger, get harder. "What does...Upstairs have?"
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Date: 2019-07-28 01:52 am (UTC)" Soldiers. And a lot of..." He vaguely waves a hand. " Ineffability."
Which is his way of saying that there's rarely any information that trickles down to the lower ranks. Such as Principalities.
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Date: 2019-07-28 02:25 am (UTC)"I suppose what I should ask is, how much do we not want to handle soldiers?"
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Date: 2019-07-28 02:32 am (UTC)"I would say we don't want to handle any of them, preferably." Which is a fact, rather than a ranking. "But we don't have any way of knowing what they're doing now, not with them believing we are impervious to--" Ugh. "er, conventional ways of disposal."
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Date: 2019-07-28 02:35 am (UTC)Not that the angels and demons will see it that way, of course. They only see the War, the War they had looked forward to and wanted all this time. Can't win a War if there isn't a War.
"We can stop them, but we have to be ready, the way we were before the trials."
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Date: 2019-07-28 02:40 am (UTC)"Before the trials, we had help." The prophecy, even the Antichrist. They've always been on their own, but things were different in that time. "Unless we happen to come upon another piece of paper with an answer by sheer luck, I don't think we have a way of knowing their next steps."
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Date: 2019-07-28 10:41 pm (UTC)Can and must are interchangeable here, because they have to be. Crowley can't see another way they're getting out of this one.
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Date: 2019-07-28 11:07 pm (UTC)He's very, very tired. He didn't think it was possible for him to feel tired. It's a very odd feeling.
But his side of the motivational seesaw is interrupted when the waiter brings them their order - a nice sushi assortment for the table, along with the appropriate sauces and sides.
He smiles up at her and thanks her, watching her leave, then setting his eyes on the dish.
A pause and a little breath. And a slightly more chipper sounding tone, to go with the food, of course.
" Would you like to try it?"
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Date: 2019-07-28 11:13 pm (UTC)"What's in it, exactly?" he says, looking warily at it. All the same, he picks up a set of chopsticks. You eat sushi with chopsticks, right? And who is Crowley to deny Aziraphale something that will make him happy?
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Date: 2019-07-28 11:53 pm (UTC)"Oh, well" He gestures along as he goes. "This one is very simple. Avocado, shrimp tempura, and cucumber-- and the rice and seaweed, of course. This one has eel, this one has tuna. They're all really quite different. You're supposed to eat them, the rolls - nigiri with your hands, but it's become quite common to use chopsticks. You should only eat sashimi with your chopsticks-- this one, the salmon. And you should only dip the fish."
He's just going to keep going if he's not stopped. Save yourself, Crowley.
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Date: 2019-07-28 11:58 pm (UTC)One can't be around someone as excited about food and not feel a little excitement themselves.
"All right, so this is one of the rolls---" Crowley says, pointing at one of the eel. He reaches out to take one, carefully.
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Date: 2019-07-29 12:39 am (UTC)" Yes. You're not quite supposed to dip it in the soy sauce. But I suppose to each one their own." he is watching closely. Very giddy. " There's also the Wasabi, if you feel like it."
This is definitely how adults handle their situation.
Date: 2019-07-29 01:24 am (UTC)Oh, Aziraphale is enjoying this too much. But if he can make Aziraphale this happy just by trying food, especially considering the straights they're in, he'd eat the whole damn plate himself no matter what it tasted like.
He pops the sushi into his mouth and gives it a careful chew. He really shouldn't have worried. He's never eaten a food Aziraphale has suggested that has been disgusting. Even oysters, which had a very strange texture, were delicious.
honestly, any adult I know, including myself
Date: 2019-07-29 04:41 pm (UTC)"Well? What do you think?" Aziraphale has known for many, many centuries that the demon doesn't quite enjoy food as much as he does. Or anyone with a mild enjoyment of food. But the demon also does most things the angel asks or suggests without much fuss, so that first part ends up not mattering much.
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Date: 2019-07-29 10:30 pm (UTC)But then again, all sorts of eras and places have all sorts of palates. He's tried the very bland and the very spicy and it's all never really mattered unless he was in the right company. Well, one very specific company. He picks up the piece of wasabi. "Do I just eat this?"
Someone enters the shop, and Crowley turns his head to look at the door. Just a tall, unassuming American tourist. Or is it? It could be anyone.
did he just pick up a glob of wasabi paste
Date: 2019-07-29 10:36 pm (UTC)But his thought is cut short, turning his head the same way Crowley does. He watches the person, suddenly very quiet, very careful.
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