The Angel Balthazar (
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cape_kore2013-06-07 11:05 pm
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006/Audio/Late Day 79
I've had a thought, Kore--because I do that, occasionally, when I'm not too busy drinking. We've had a lot of new arrivals turn up injured lately, and also a number of re-arrivals with nasty wounds. What about a few of us volunteering as a quick-response group for these occasions? A welcoming committee for the bruised and bleeding, as it were.
I don't know whether the infirmary is equipped for overnight stays, so someone will have to inform me. I'm afraid to go look. If not, maybe some sort of temporary shelter would be appropriate, as well.
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...And on a completely unrelated note, could the person who's been painting murals of birds around town pretty please come forward? I want to shake your hand.
I don't know whether the infirmary is equipped for overnight stays, so someone will have to inform me. I'm afraid to go look. If not, maybe some sort of temporary shelter would be appropriate, as well.
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...And on a completely unrelated note, could the person who's been painting murals of birds around town pretty please come forward? I want to shake your hand.
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[Buffy finds Balthazar some time later, and instead of greeting him right away decides to sit by him in the grass and look up at the sky. It's a nice day out, she only wishes she could properly enjoy it.] How's garden-drinking treating you?
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When she arrives, he's about halfway through a beer and plucking small weeds with inordinate care, like he's afraid the entire garden ecosystem will be destroyed if he makes one wrong move. The plot in front of him seems to be doing all right, though, with several dozen little plants unfurling in the sun.
He glances up as she wanders over and gives a mild, welcoming smile, dusting his hands off on his jacket.] Well enough. It's rather Zen, I think, hanging around in the sun and playing with green things. You're Buffy, I assume?
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Oh, um. Yep. That's me, Buffy. Buffy is, in fact, me.
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Did you want a beer, yourself? Or I think there's iced tea inside. [He's a poor judge of ages. He can tell she's young, he's just not sure how young. Or what the actual legal drinking age is.]
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...Isn't that one of those 'A' words? The between religion thing, I mean.
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No lemon, I'm afraid, but I brought the honey in case you like it sweetened. [Returning to his previous position, he almost seems to have ignored the religion question, but at last he says slowly:]
Not exactly. I'm quite sure there's a God, I just have my doubts He's interested in what happens to his Creation.
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[But then Buffy frowns even as she takes a sip to confirm her now extremely sweet and indeed icy, tealike beverage.]
Quite sure's like... a lot sure. So, how can you be so? Sure, that is.
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Well...I don't have proof, of course. But I am an angel. Literally, I mean. I keep the wings hidden so they don't blind people. [That sums it up, right? He thinks he's getting better at having this conversation with people!]