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Because... that's not creepy in the slightest.

[Paslss is not the chattiest of heavenly abominations.

So in lieu of saying hello, they're going to chime like a children's story book and wave.

Hello!]

Wait. Have we met? Last year at Cait's Halloween party? You were talking to the guy who had no face and just tiny universes where eyes should be?

[It's a genuine question, not a pick-up. She met a LOT of not-people at that party...]

[That almost sounds like someone they know. They almost want to say yes. Instead they look very confused and worry at the longer feathers of their wing a little. That actually sounds like Arthan.

The guardian angel they sometimes run into in heaven when they're not busy.

...

BUT IT MIGHT NOT BE THEY DON'T KNOW. So they shrug dramatically instead, massive wings fluttering and lifting with their shoulders.]

Yeeaah. I have a really hard time remembering.

[Did they have big impressive wings and sound like a chorus when they talked? That might be them.

They gesture to their massive wings, spreading them behind them and giving them a hearty flap. Like this?

... If not they totally don't know them.

...

Or if they had a distinct gender, then they definitely don't know them.

Of course, Paslss doesn't know how to shut up during this, so they're almost having a conversation.

It's just being held by a very energetic and emotional violin, them gesturing like they were born in Italy]

Yeah, I dunno... It's probably someone else. Ohwell.

[Oh well then they definitely don't know them. They don't meet many people under that description.

They look momentarily defeated by the fact that they didn't meet someone else by that description though, wings drooping to the floor and their shoulders sagging.

Well they're very sorry they disappointed you]

Sorry but-- what?!

...

Lord, is that... You??? ::Tommy breathes a sigh of-- almost relief, like?::

[Elenore half falls off the desk she'd fallen asleep on at the sound of the voice. Her first instinct is that she's lost her mind for real this time, after all, she's a pretty committed disenchanted agnostic.]

Anyone here?

[Well they're definitely not god, but they do know Him! They lean in a little, chiming happily at Tommy to show him that they are indeed, right here. Hello!]

[There's a seven foot tall white, almost faceless creature in the room, their wings spread wide.

Yes there is indeed someone there. Hello Elenore!

They chime softly, like the little ring of bells. Hello!]

I noticed.

{ It's said in an almost kind way. She looks up from categorising the prices for the autumn specials to look at her guest, raising a single brow up in curiosity.

This is strange, even for her standards, but she's now known better than to complain at this point. }

Isn't it a bit stuffy staying up in that bookshelf?

[There's not a ton of room here, what with them being all up near the book shelf. They're not little, they're well over seven feet, so yes it is very stuffy. But they seem happy enough, waving a little down at the young woman.

They shake their head nevertheless, they don't want to put anyone out, and huddle their wings a little closer to them, trying not to fluff them too much.

What are you doing all the way down there?]

{ Though she could join her guest up there, it would make this task of hers much more challenging, the Witch knows she has to look responsible. At least look sensible enough should a customer walk through the door. Something about the shop owner sitting on bookshelves doesn't inspire buyer confidence for some reason.

Giving them a polite smile, she taps the notebook with a finger to show them what she's doing. Balancing sells and noting buys and reserves. The nitty gritty details no one tells you when running a shop all by yourself.

The Witch decides to indulge herself instead by speaking to the being on her bookshelf. They were friendly enough from her understanding since they came here. }

Autumn is one of my busier seasons in terms of work. { There's something in the air that encourages people to buy more mystical, whimsical in their purchases. Not that she'll complain about it. } I'm keeping tracks of what I have and don't have so I know what to get next time I go to the Coined Paths for restocking.

I'm not sure if that's comforting or unnerving. Things always get weird when angels start hanging around...

[Not that she's upset mind you, she enjoys the company of angels. Just.... things do have a habit of getting weirder than usual when angels are around, sometimes she dies. But it's ok, she's a phoenix, she'll come back eventually. The dying thing is still unpleasant though and she JUST went through a rebirth. Well, whatever. she'll roll with the punches, just like always.]

Are you an Erika?

Not that I should really ask. Angels don't exist and always lie.

[Elenore stares. It's not impossible that she's hallucinating, but she's never had the religious background to justify fixating on an angeel Or what she assumes is an angel.

Her voice is soft and careful.] Hello?

Oh yes? ::Tommy enquires, as if he can actually understand the chiming noise as some form of communication:: I do agree with you, my Father who art in Heaven-- and apparently here, as well... I mean, I suppose you are omnipresent, after all...? ::This last is phrased almost as another question, so here's Paslss's chance to disabuse this poor man of his belief that he's actually talking to GOD::

[Oh no wait the human thinks they're god. Well that's not good, they can't let that happen. They shake their head furiously, flapping their wings and fanning them out a bit.

No see, angel!]

[There's the sound of an oboe fluttering a little, a bit like a deep chuckle, before they fan their wings out wide and wave a little at her.

Yes hello!]

[They're hovering by her in a few moments, peering over at what she's doing. It's easy to look over shoulders at the height they're at, and they get a good gander at it, wings fluffing a little and brushing against her softly.

They're curious! They want to know what she's doing. Coined Paths? Where's that? What does she do? It smells funny in here, what was that smell? They weren't too familiar with old magic...]

[Well it should be comforting. As far as angels go, they're pretty gentle, and weak, just a guardian angel. They brush a few white feathers against her for a moment, getting a little more settled where they were before chiming pleasantly at her.]

[They know an Erika. A few Erikas. But no, they aren't technically an Erika. They look a bit put out when they're called a liar and not real though, and reach out to gently poke Cecil right in his left cheek.

No! Real, see?]

*Hey, he has to say that. City Council demands it.*