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Hey people.

[The man in the dark shades waved coolly at the screen as he sat on the edge of a small stone fence. It was freezing cold outside but in spite of the clouds that appeared whenever he spoke Crowley didn't seem to notice.]

We've all been brought here, had our powers taken and dolled out to us again in much smaller pieces... it's inconvenient, like being trapped in a baby walker... or trying to save the universe with your hands tied behind your back.

Point is, I need some volunteers who are skilled with Light magic, Healing magic, Animal magic, Kinetic magic and maybe another Elemental magic user who thinks they would be up to controlling sand. Think of it as training.

Also Angel, meet me on the Inn roof before midnight. Not sure it would work with an angel and a demon but if it does we could use some good luck for the new year.

[He doesn't know about the fireworks. Those are going to be a nice surprise.]

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SHHHH!

[ Crowley placed a hand over the speaker as if this would prevent anyone else from overhearing.

It wouldn't have... ]

No one has figured that out yet!

[The private snort of amusement Walter lets out isn't recorded, but there's a touch more humour in his tone when he finally responds.]

Sly old devil.

[He'll keep an eye out for this project just in case, but as long as it doesn't cause any problems for him or the effort as a whole, there's no real trouble to it, is there.]

[ Crowley certainly sees it as harmless mischief with bonus house for Aziraphale. What the kids don't know... simply counts as training! ]

Nice to see some one appreciates my work.

[ Even if it were a strange voice on the 'internet'. ]

No harm, no foul, is that not so?

[He can appreciate it as long as it's not hurting others. Especially others that he happens to care about.]

Something like that.

[ Small pause. ]

Who is this anyway?

You didn't ask anyone else that. Why the special interest in me?

[No, really. He is genuinely curious about that. Not even the bloke threatening him was prompted for an introduction!]

Simple reason. You were the only one who replied anonymously.

[ Also... the whole calling out his plan thing. One does like to know the identity of some one clever enough to see through those. ]

Everyone else had some sort of goofy username... And they were all largely video so I could see them. It made me wonder if there was any reason you needed to hide.

[After a moment, the next reply is posted in video. Said video features an adolescent boy, fifteen years of age, looking perhaps a little younger, with obsidian-dark hair, pale skin, and dark slate blue eyes. While the whole of him isn't in the video, one can see he has on a white wingtip-collared shirt, a black tie, and a waistcoat.]

It's more like I don't see a need for a goofy username, as you say.

[He can still reply to transmissions and make his own transmissions without one, after all.]

And call me old-fashioned, but just throwing my name over a network that stores its conversations where just about everyone can read or listen... it just seems like it would be awkward to be walking about one day and have some random stranger you never spoke to know exactly who you are. I'm not exactly famous.

[Especially since his existence back home is pretty much a secret due to the nature of his work.]

[ Hey, that was unexpected. Crowley was thinking Mr. Anonymous would stay that way. Now it turned out he was a kid. So many kids in Avalon... If he were in the mood to think deeply on that Crowley might have wondered why that was. ]

I've never found that awkward.

[ But then he liked to be flashy. ]

So old-fashioned...

[ You asked for it. ]

What's your name? You still haven't thrown it anywhere.

[In a quiet, grumbling sigh:]

I walked right into that, didn't I...

[And, recovering right back into that cheeky sass:]

But what to do... Do I punish you by leaving you with your curiosity, or reward your persistence and share my name as you ask? Why don't we ask your angel friend which is the right thing to do?

[He suspects with them being close as they are, the angel is like to side with the demon ~~though an angel getting along so well with a demon is as curious if not more curious than a vampire hunter living with and half-way getting along with a vampire~~, but he sees nothing wrong in playing around a little bit longer. The least he deserves for sharing his name to potentially the whole of everyone in Avalon is a bit of entertainment, no?]

Curiosity has already been quite sufficiently punished, I should think, both for humanity and for a ...certain set of occult beings.

Though, I also believe you need not feel obligated to reward him for his persistence.
After all, persistence is not reason enough to get what one wants when it involves the freedoms and comfort of another.

This is not some moral quandary for an angel to weigh in on. This is really quite personal to you, and as such, I think you ought to do exactly what you feel is most right and comfortable for you--regardless of Crowley.

Sorry, darling. [You see those wiles, you thwart.]

[ An amused smirk drawn from centuries of hearing similar such long-winded dissertations slowly spread in to take the place of any thwarted wile. There was something in an Angel giving a high-minded speech that always left him wanting to give them a little loving push. ]

You put a lot of thought into that for a moral quandary an angel didn't need to weigh in on.

[ Just to use Aziraphale's own words against him in a tender barb. ]

[Is it possible to look both pleased AND annoyed? But he's smiling when he says:]

Oh, do shut up.

[Oh, what an amusing pair! And such mindful neutrality for the angel, too.]

Well, if it's a case of my comfort, then I very much prefer my introductions to be in person. So, while I have my own ideas for training, what say you to a little housewarming gift?

[He's a peculiar angel]

A housewarming gift? Seems a bit rude of us to accept a housewarming gift from a stranger, but I'm sure we won't be strangers forever.

[ Housewarming gift! Ah! He hadn't even brought up the scheme to Aziraphale yet!

~~Internal Overdramatic Panic~~

But... it seemed cool. Aziraphale was down with it.]

Why not? Maybe the package would have his name on it.

[Something you want to say, dear?]

Well, now it probably won't.

[Walter, for his part, is utterly content to listen to the back and forth about whether or not his name will be on a gift. They'll get to know the answer when it happens.]

Shall I take that as a yes?

[He does want to meet them. If Li Min is going to be helping this demon fellow, Crowley... Well, he ought to at least go and give a proper hello.]

So, yea, working on getting us a place.

[ Surprise, Angel?? Hopefully you like it?]

I wouldn't mind a housewarming gift as long as it's not fruitcake. We already have a decent doorstop.

Crowley....! You didn't have to do that! I could have helped.

And shush. I like a good fruitcake. Not that we need one, but it would certainly not turn into a doorstop, nor would we be ungrateful. And I know you have a weakness for cake, deep down. [At least if the angel is partaking of it.]

What we mean to say is, the answer is most certainly yes, thank you.

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[See, this is what happens when one leaves so many responses public. Plans get unveiled ahead of schedule, and a bloke can find themselves confronted with the possibility of receiving fruitcakes.

Perhaps it is fortunate that Walter doesn't plan on making a cake for the occasion. He's a practical boy.]

Excellent. I'll make my way there after I've secured your gift.

You did help. It was your idea. I was just expediting the process.

[ And making a gift of it. ]

Plenty of room for a library.

[ Crowley hangs back to let Aziraphale handle the niceties of the gift exchange. He is better with those things... and the angel was correct that a fruitcake would not go to waste in their household. Not even a crumb left behind. ]

You both need the address?

[ In just a second he shoots a text with the address to both parties. ]

[He'll get a text from a direct line rather than any account. Walter had been entirely truthful about not seeing a need for a username. He doesn't have one.]

Send it here.

[ Crowley gave a little smirk at the second angelic caller, 'got his private number, ha!' but sent along a message to the Private Direct Number too. It was for a little farm just outside of town on the road which lead back towards the white cliffs. Easy to find!

Aziraphale would receive a similar address text. ]

[It's a few hours later when Walter shows; an adolescent of still somewhat short stature carrying a neatly wrapped box in his hands. The box has a bit of weight to it, but he handles it expertly.

Correct road? Check. Little farm? Check. Looking like it could use a little care? He's sure he has the right place.

He'll just be heading to that front door now to give it a good knock.]

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