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Cam is out flying. There's a decent cloud of atmosphere around the gold plane, now, millenia of demons making air around themselves for comfort and not sealing it up because why would you bother. There's a small forest, here - the effect is kind of ruined by the lamps it has to grow under, but it's still pretty.
He feels an open summons and lets it grab him -
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from_scratch
thisvorlunatic
Miles notes this down, along with 'competent medical angel' and 'prefers jobs under 1 week'. "Thanks for your time, Serandiparos. Any questions before I send you home?"
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"All right. See you in a few weeks." Dismiss, dismiss, dismiss.
thisvorlunatic
"I may have missed some of the subtext," Miles admits. "Care to enlighten?"
from_scratch
"For one thing, that was a naturally-occurring angel, I'm almost sure - I couldn't tell for sure with the first one, but Serandiparos sounds like an angel's chosen name on top of a very randomized appearance. And second, he's very curious how you're paying me. I'm not in a circle right now, so he assumes that if I'm bound, I'm on a task."
thisvorlunatic
"Imagine his surprise when he finds out we're paying you in money," snorts Miles, inwardly praying that he won't start to blush.
from_scratch
"He will probably be very surprised! If you don't want all of these angels assuming that I am routinely having my demonic way with you - or some other human not in immediate evidence who works with you - you might choose to mention it explicitly."
thisvorlunatic
Don't blush, don't blush, don't blush. Think about science, think about five-space navigational math, think about anything but the disposition of Cam's demonic way.
"If you care about their misapprehensions, I can find a way to work your salary into the conversation, but I'm not minded to bother for my own sake."
"If you care about their misapprehensions, I can find a way to work your salary into the conversation, but I'm not minded to bother for my own sake."
thisvorlunatic
Miles finishes it. And not a blush in sight. Well done Miles.
from_scratch
This angel appears with only one wing on and a wad of glowing cloud-fluff and feathers in his hands. "Hi, sorry about my wing, I was in the middle of fixing it when I noticed the summon. What can I do for you?"
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"I don't mind if you don't. I'm conducting interviews for one of two possible jobs," Miles explains. "This demon, who is my long-term employee, needs an angelic assistant to help with things like taking his wings on and off conveniently, getting rid of excess objects, and other odds and ends; and a few weeks from now I'm also going to want some angels with medical expertise to work in local hospitals. Does either of those things appeal to you?"
from_scratch
"I can do the second thing," says the angel, scarcely even implying a desire to avoid going near demons, making adjustments to the cloud until it is more feathers than cloud and then reaching over his shoulder with it to stick it on. He flaps, a little, as much as the confines of the circle allow.
thisvorlunatic
"Sure," Miles says cheerfully. "I'll put you on the list. What's your name?"
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Miles writes this down. "Thanks for your time, Antarubye. I'll talk to you again in a few weeks. Any questions before I send you home?"
thisvorlunatic
Dismiss, dismiss, dismiss.
"Well, that one was awfully polite about it," he says when the angel has vanished. "Next?"
"Well, that one was awfully polite about it," he says when the angel has vanished. "Next?"