[FIC] think how many paths circles cross
Random plot thing that didn't want to leave my head and so I typed it out when I should have been in bed. OTL
Title : think how many paths circles cross
Fandom : Ghost Trick/Good Omens
Rating : PG
Characters/Pairing : Aziraphale, Crowley, Yomiel, Sissel and a cameo from DEATH. Mentions of Jowd and the other Sissel, plus Atropos just because I could since this crossover is already whacked up as it is.
Warning : Spoilers for the end of Ghost Trick and Good Omens
Notes : Mainly as a reference - Good Omens takes place in 1990 here, where Adam's growing Antichrist powers accidentally brought about the Temsik meteor and caused the prime-timeline events of Ghost Trick to happen. The game timeline of Ghost Trick takes place sometime in 2000, ten years on as slated in the game (so yeah, in this 'universe' Ace Attorney only comes later). This random... thing... is after the events of the game, a few months down the road in the new timeline Sissel created.
Also if it wasn't obvious enough already, I have no idea what this is.
Title was taken from 31_days, with the prompt for June 6th 2011.
think how many paths circles cross
1396 words oneshot.
Aziraphale had already gone through many strange things in his life (the Near-Apocalypse being one of them), but nothing had been as strange as this when Azrael personally came to his shop one fine day in the new millennium and somehow managing to look annoyed in spite of the lack of expressions he wasn't capable of.
“I NEED YOU TO DO SOMETHING FOR ME,” he had said, and the angel didn't have much of a choice but to agree on it - which was why he was here now, standing in front of an apartment door with Crowley half-sulking in the background. If there was any comfort, it was that the demon had reluctantly agreed to accompany the angel on this trip (although he kept complaining every chance he got). After all, when Death himself asked you to do something in his stead, one can guess that it would be something very dangerous.
Crowley glanced up after a few more moments of tireless waiting, scowling through his shades and hissing in irritation when he saw that Aziraphale made no move to knock on the door. “Jussst bloody knock and do whatever you're sssupposssed to do here, angel.”
Said angel flapped nervously, uncertainty quite evident on his features. “I'm not so sure, dear...” Just what could be waiting behind that door - the thing that had sent Death over to him and asking for his help? It was really all so troubling. What would happen if he made one wrong move himself?
“You can't just stand there forever too, you know,” the demon returned snappily, stepping forward himself. "If you're so scared, then let me handle it."
Aziraphale instantly tried to stop the other. “Oh no, you can't just-”
Knock knock
“-knock.”
Crowley rolled his eyes in return to show his exasperation at the angel before he turned back when the door open, blinking afterwards at the man who had opened it.
“Can I help you?” he started.
Crowley opened his mouth first before Aziraphale could get a word in.
“What in Manchester is up with your hair.”
Aziraphale instantly gave the demon a smack at the side of his head at that question, doing his best to give the man an apologetic smile as Crowley cursed (Bloody Manchester, angel!) and nursed the bruise now throbbing smartly at the side of his head.
“I apologize for my partner’s rudeness and our intrusion, but-” here the angel paused for a moment, almost hesitant before he finished his question. “-if you don’t mind, may we speak to Sissel?”
The yellow and very pointy-haired man blinked at them once. “She’s out at the moment. Do you want to leave a message for her later?”
“Ah-” the angel started, flustering a little as he looked at the man at the door once more. “I suppose that would be very helpful of you, yes. If you do not mind, would you tell Sissel that-” Another pause, as Aziraphale did a little throat clearing (because there was something in his throat, not because he was nervous or anything like that) first before continuing. “-would you tell her not to stop interfering with the natural order? I’m afraid her, ah, actions have been disrupting the cycle lately.”
The human narrowed his eyes. “Just what did she do?”
“Nothing you need to-” Aziraphale started, but then Crowley (whose bruise was now very much healed via mircaling) stepped in then, cutting off the angel in the middle of his reply.
“She’s messed up the whole cycle with that thing she did with her powers or whatever it was that rewrote the time of the last ten years, and somebody’s unhappy with it so they asked him-” he pointed at the angel here, just so that everybody would be on the same page (because he was only here due to the angel, mind) “-to come here and warn her before worse things come knocking at her door.”
“Crowley!”
“I want to go back home soon, alright?”
There was a pause as the human looked between both angel and demon, eyes narrowing even further until they were almost like silts or cat’s eyes, and his entire body seemed to have tensed up without warning. The next words he spoke out were snappish, defensive and-most of all-worried. “How do you know about that?”
The question made the two stop and stare back at the man.
That had been the last thing anybody expected.
“You’re kidding me.”
The human shrugged. “You guys wanted to talk to Sissel, so here he is.”
“But he’s a-”
-cat, yes, I am aware, finished the vaguely disembodied voice echoing in their minds.
“Hush, dear.”
“But Azrael sent you here to warn a cat?”
Aziraphale pursed his lips at Crowley. “We’ve both seen stranger things, dear.”
“But still…” the demon started, stopping when he saw the expression on the angel’s face and promptly decided to shut up instead.
Smiling in gratitude to Crowley, Aziraphale turned back to the cat who was now watching the angel curiously, tail swishing idly behind. I’ve never seen something like you before.
The angel smiled back, doing his best to be comforting. “I could say the same to you as well, Sissel.”
You’re not alive, but you’re not dead either. A tilt of the dead, and the blink of golden feline eyes as Sissel studied the man-shaped being before him. I don’t see any Temsik radiation from your body too, or any soul for that matter.
“Yes. Er. Well,” Aziraphale coughed. “That’s not the important part.”
Sissel the (ageless) kitten only blinked once more, sounding ever so curious. Yomiel said you were here to warn me?
“More of a precaution, really!” the angel hastily returned, hands rising up. “Since you’re a rather special case and all.”
The feline was silent for a moment, and then his head tilted to the other side. Because of what I did?
“Yes, that-” another awkward pause. “About that. Erm.”
I’m not going to do it again, if that’s what you’re worried about.
“That’s not really the problem here, dear.”
Oh. A beat. Then what is it?
“The fact that you already did it,” Crowley muttered from the sidelines.
Aziraphale looked none too happy when the demon did, but took it from there anyway. “Yes, that’s the main point. You see, since you rewrote history for ten years, it had a rather huge effect. Like ripples in a pond, you know. There had been some rather big consequences and a lot of cleaning up had to be done for what you did.”
“All that bloody paperwork.”
“Hush, dear.”
“So what?” the human-Yomiel-spoke up, frowning. “Is Sissel supposed to undo what he did?”
The angel shook his head quickly. “No, no, not at all. Everything’s already been cleaned up; we just need to tell Sissel here that he really shouldn’t do it again. Best for everybody and all, you must understand. Time can’t stand too many rewrites, and not on the scale you managed to do.”
“Atropos kept bitching about it the whole time.”
“Hush, dear.”
I understand, Sissel replied, getting up from his sitting position after that in order to stretch his body. Is that all, then?
“Oh-erm. Yes. That is all.”
Thank you. The feline then got up properly, glancing over to Yomiel. Detective Jowd says there’s chicken this Saturday, and he’d like you and your wife to come over.
Yomiel blinked, and then smiled. “Sure, we’ll be there.”
I’ll tell him that, then. And then looking back to Aziraphale after that. I’m sorry for the trouble I’ve caused; tell Azrael I won’t do it again. Saying that, the feline hopped down from the table it had been sitting on, landing with all the grace of the cat he was and casually making his way out of the apartment.
Very much glad that all of this hassle was over, Crowley cleared his throat in order to get Aziraphale’s attention. “If we’re done here, I would very much like to return home now.”
“Oh-yes,” the angel replied, standing up himself and then turning towards Yomiel, inclining his head politely. “Thank you for your help, I appreciate it very much.”
The human grunted in response, putting his own pair of shades back on as he answered. “It’s nothing.”
Title : think how many paths circles cross
Fandom : Ghost Trick/Good Omens
Rating : PG
Characters/Pairing : Aziraphale, Crowley, Yomiel, Sissel and a cameo from DEATH. Mentions of Jowd and the other Sissel, plus Atropos just because I could since this crossover is already whacked up as it is.
Warning : Spoilers for the end of Ghost Trick and Good Omens
Notes : Mainly as a reference - Good Omens takes place in 1990 here, where Adam's growing Antichrist powers accidentally brought about the Temsik meteor and caused the prime-timeline events of Ghost Trick to happen. The game timeline of Ghost Trick takes place sometime in 2000, ten years on as slated in the game (so yeah, in this 'universe' Ace Attorney only comes later). This random... thing... is after the events of the game, a few months down the road in the new timeline Sissel created.
Also if it wasn't obvious enough already, I have no idea what this is.
Title was taken from 31_days, with the prompt for June 6th 2011.
think how many paths circles cross
1396 words oneshot.
Aziraphale had already gone through many strange things in his life (the Near-Apocalypse being one of them), but nothing had been as strange as this when Azrael personally came to his shop one fine day in the new millennium and somehow managing to look annoyed in spite of the lack of expressions he wasn't capable of.
“I NEED YOU TO DO SOMETHING FOR ME,” he had said, and the angel didn't have much of a choice but to agree on it - which was why he was here now, standing in front of an apartment door with Crowley half-sulking in the background. If there was any comfort, it was that the demon had reluctantly agreed to accompany the angel on this trip (although he kept complaining every chance he got). After all, when Death himself asked you to do something in his stead, one can guess that it would be something very dangerous.
Crowley glanced up after a few more moments of tireless waiting, scowling through his shades and hissing in irritation when he saw that Aziraphale made no move to knock on the door. “Jussst bloody knock and do whatever you're sssupposssed to do here, angel.”
Said angel flapped nervously, uncertainty quite evident on his features. “I'm not so sure, dear...” Just what could be waiting behind that door - the thing that had sent Death over to him and asking for his help? It was really all so troubling. What would happen if he made one wrong move himself?
“You can't just stand there forever too, you know,” the demon returned snappily, stepping forward himself. "If you're so scared, then let me handle it."
Aziraphale instantly tried to stop the other. “Oh no, you can't just-”
Knock knock
“-knock.”
Crowley rolled his eyes in return to show his exasperation at the angel before he turned back when the door open, blinking afterwards at the man who had opened it.
“Can I help you?” he started.
Crowley opened his mouth first before Aziraphale could get a word in.
“What in Manchester is up with your hair.”
Aziraphale instantly gave the demon a smack at the side of his head at that question, doing his best to give the man an apologetic smile as Crowley cursed (Bloody Manchester, angel!) and nursed the bruise now throbbing smartly at the side of his head.
“I apologize for my partner’s rudeness and our intrusion, but-” here the angel paused for a moment, almost hesitant before he finished his question. “-if you don’t mind, may we speak to Sissel?”
The yellow and very pointy-haired man blinked at them once. “She’s out at the moment. Do you want to leave a message for her later?”
“Ah-” the angel started, flustering a little as he looked at the man at the door once more. “I suppose that would be very helpful of you, yes. If you do not mind, would you tell Sissel that-” Another pause, as Aziraphale did a little throat clearing (because there was something in his throat, not because he was nervous or anything like that) first before continuing. “-would you tell her not to stop interfering with the natural order? I’m afraid her, ah, actions have been disrupting the cycle lately.”
The human narrowed his eyes. “Just what did she do?”
“Nothing you need to-” Aziraphale started, but then Crowley (whose bruise was now very much healed via mircaling) stepped in then, cutting off the angel in the middle of his reply.
“She’s messed up the whole cycle with that thing she did with her powers or whatever it was that rewrote the time of the last ten years, and somebody’s unhappy with it so they asked him-” he pointed at the angel here, just so that everybody would be on the same page (because he was only here due to the angel, mind) “-to come here and warn her before worse things come knocking at her door.”
“Crowley!”
“I want to go back home soon, alright?”
There was a pause as the human looked between both angel and demon, eyes narrowing even further until they were almost like silts or cat’s eyes, and his entire body seemed to have tensed up without warning. The next words he spoke out were snappish, defensive and-most of all-worried. “How do you know about that?”
The question made the two stop and stare back at the man.
That had been the last thing anybody expected.
“You’re kidding me.”
The human shrugged. “You guys wanted to talk to Sissel, so here he is.”
“But he’s a-”
-cat, yes, I am aware, finished the vaguely disembodied voice echoing in their minds.
“Hush, dear.”
“But Azrael sent you here to warn a cat?”
Aziraphale pursed his lips at Crowley. “We’ve both seen stranger things, dear.”
“But still…” the demon started, stopping when he saw the expression on the angel’s face and promptly decided to shut up instead.
Smiling in gratitude to Crowley, Aziraphale turned back to the cat who was now watching the angel curiously, tail swishing idly behind. I’ve never seen something like you before.
The angel smiled back, doing his best to be comforting. “I could say the same to you as well, Sissel.”
You’re not alive, but you’re not dead either. A tilt of the dead, and the blink of golden feline eyes as Sissel studied the man-shaped being before him. I don’t see any Temsik radiation from your body too, or any soul for that matter.
“Yes. Er. Well,” Aziraphale coughed. “That’s not the important part.”
Sissel the (ageless) kitten only blinked once more, sounding ever so curious. Yomiel said you were here to warn me?
“More of a precaution, really!” the angel hastily returned, hands rising up. “Since you’re a rather special case and all.”
The feline was silent for a moment, and then his head tilted to the other side. Because of what I did?
“Yes, that-” another awkward pause. “About that. Erm.”
I’m not going to do it again, if that’s what you’re worried about.
“That’s not really the problem here, dear.”
Oh. A beat. Then what is it?
“The fact that you already did it,” Crowley muttered from the sidelines.
Aziraphale looked none too happy when the demon did, but took it from there anyway. “Yes, that’s the main point. You see, since you rewrote history for ten years, it had a rather huge effect. Like ripples in a pond, you know. There had been some rather big consequences and a lot of cleaning up had to be done for what you did.”
“All that bloody paperwork.”
“Hush, dear.”
“So what?” the human-Yomiel-spoke up, frowning. “Is Sissel supposed to undo what he did?”
The angel shook his head quickly. “No, no, not at all. Everything’s already been cleaned up; we just need to tell Sissel here that he really shouldn’t do it again. Best for everybody and all, you must understand. Time can’t stand too many rewrites, and not on the scale you managed to do.”
“Atropos kept bitching about it the whole time.”
“Hush, dear.”
I understand, Sissel replied, getting up from his sitting position after that in order to stretch his body. Is that all, then?
“Oh-erm. Yes. That is all.”
Thank you. The feline then got up properly, glancing over to Yomiel. Detective Jowd says there’s chicken this Saturday, and he’d like you and your wife to come over.
Yomiel blinked, and then smiled. “Sure, we’ll be there.”
I’ll tell him that, then. And then looking back to Aziraphale after that. I’m sorry for the trouble I’ve caused; tell Azrael I won’t do it again. Saying that, the feline hopped down from the table it had been sitting on, landing with all the grace of the cat he was and casually making his way out of the apartment.
Very much glad that all of this hassle was over, Crowley cleared his throat in order to get Aziraphale’s attention. “If we’re done here, I would very much like to return home now.”
“Oh-yes,” the angel replied, standing up himself and then turning towards Yomiel, inclining his head politely. “Thank you for your help, I appreciate it very much.”
The human grunted in response, putting his own pair of shades back on as he answered. “It’s nothing.”