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In the bar, an angel is moving.
He might have been sitting, still as a statue and pale as one, in the corner.
Or he might have come in by the door.
Xas has learned to blend, after so long a time wingless.
He stops by the bar, laying one hand on the surface lightly, almost wonderingly. And then he orders a glass of wine, white, and tasting delicately of fruit.
And then he finds an empty booth and sits, sipping his drink lazily and watching the people go by.
Xas has made quite a study of them, over the years, after all. Humans, that is. Possibly it's time for him to broaden his horizons.
He might have been sitting, still as a statue and pale as one, in the corner.
Or he might have come in by the door.
Xas has learned to blend, after so long a time wingless.
He stops by the bar, laying one hand on the surface lightly, almost wonderingly. And then he orders a glass of wine, white, and tasting delicately of fruit.
And then he finds an empty booth and sits, sipping his drink lazily and watching the people go by.
Xas has made quite a study of them, over the years, after all. Humans, that is. Possibly it's time for him to broaden his horizons.
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His voice is amused.
"It tends toward the impressive."
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Tim shrugs.
"He's just the Son of God. No big deal."
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He is a copy of Christ, in shape, after all, if not function.
"I see."
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"Welcome."
And then he fades away.