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A Story's Progress

Azi smiled at Lewie ruffling his already messy curls and silently accepted the small miracle to keep his book delivery from getting a little too familiar with the sidewalk.

"I was heading to the library to drop these off, but I would be happy to take a small break and join you for a bite to eat, dear!"

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"Awright!" Lewie swung an arm over Azi's shoulders (no small feat considering her brother's height and her own stature) and began leading them towards the diner in question.

"Y'asked how I was doin'," she made conversation as they walked. "Look 'round you... progress ain't in no hurry t'slow down. Been more'n plenty t'keep me busy."

She wagered she could have filled the stack of books Aziraphale was carrying if she tried to cover everything she'd gotten up to over the last twenty-odd years. Which was practically business as usual for her.

"How 'bout you then, eh? All I've had t'go on so far's been whispers an' titter-tatter."

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"I’ve been lovely Lewie dear. Oh we have so much catching up to do." Shifting the books to be held in one arm, Azi gave Lewie a but of a half hug and a friendly peck on the cheek. "What have you been up to for the last couple of years?"

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Lewie accepted the greeting without too much protest, reaching up to ruffle his hair in retaliation. He always had been the huggy, smoochy type.

"Ya bet your khyber we do," she told him with another hearty pat on the back, this time remembering to fire up a small miracle to keep the pile of books her older brother was hauling from making a rapid dash to the pavement.

"Goin' anywhere 'n a hurry? Got an hour t'spare an' there's a diner tha' ain't half-bad 'round th' corner."

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Aziraphale nearly dropped his pill of books when he unexpectedly heard his name called but luckily was able to avoid such a disaster before looking around to see who had called him. He smiled widely when he recognized whom it was and he quickened his pace to meet up with her. “Lewie dear! How wonderful to see you again!”

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With a few more steps, Lewie reached the other Principality and greeted him with a pat on the back.

"Blimey... 's been... what? Twenny years now?" she asked with a grin, looking him up and down.

Hasn' changed a smidge...

"How ya been?"

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Azi couldn’t take the bloody heat any longer. Carefully setting down his stack of books for the library, Azi stripped off the sweater that was baking him like an oven (he had a tee shirt on underneath so he was still fully covered, thank goodness) and tied it tightly around his waist before gathering up his books once more and heading on his way, not noticing the faint angelic aura that was quickly approaching.

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Turning the corner in the direction of the familiar aura, Lewie caught sight of a stack of books with a familiar mop of curly blond hair walking towards her.

I'll be a Cambion...

"Aziraphale!" she greeted him loudly, picking up the pace towards him with a spring in her steps. "Long time no chitchat, big brother!"

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The day was certainly a warm one. Far too warm to be wandering around the city lugging an arm full of of freshly refurbished novels while wearing a warm flower patterned sweater, as Azi quickly discovered after he was already too far from the apartment to turn back and put on some summer appropriate clothing. A sigh escaped him as he continued his struggle down the busy New York streets. He would just have to deal with the unpleasant heat until he got to the library, which hopefully, wouldn’t take much longer to reach if he kept up the pace he was currently going at. Next time he’ll take Crowley’s advice and take a taxi. Far less of a stuggle that way.

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In a nearby workshop, a young-looking girl-shaped being lay on her back underneath a broken down '66 Mustang somewhere at the back of a workshop that advertised itself as "Roy's Spares and Repairs".

"Drive shaft's wrecked," she yelled out to the well-dressed client looking awkwardly out of place amidst the collection of parts and tools scattered around the shop. "'s a miracle you've not drove y'self off a bridge yet."

She slid out from underneath the car, face smeared with grease and dirt.

"Go an' see Jerry by the door, he'll fix you up with an order for'a new one," he told the customer, who wandered away without so much as a thanks. Posh wanker.

The tingle of a familiar aura she hadn't felt in a long while (well, not that long, but longer than she was used to, anyway) brushed against the edges of her own.

Can't be...

"ROY! TAKIN' MY LUNCH BREAK NOW!" she shouted to a man at the very back of the spacious workshop, wiping her face with a cloth and grabbing her hat, already on her way towards the exit. The man in question, currently engaged in a phone call by the looks of things, waved her off and returned to what seemed to be a rather frustrating conversation.

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"I did notice that." Remiel agreed with a genial smile, though he did not point out that he would be rather hard pressed to say what exactly the thing on mars was or what the humans were hoping to achieve with it. "Mars is the one with the little green men, if I remember correctly?" He accepted his own glass of honey gold liquid with a nod of thanks to the barkeep. "I can never quite keep them straight."

Looking around it wasn’t hard to spot an empty table since at this hour only the most hardcore drinkers had already taken up their regular positions. Inclining his head in the direction of the tabe he had chosen he waited until Liwet had received her own drink before crossing the bar room and taking a seat. “I hope I am not keeping you from anything too important.”

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"Robot's not found any a' those yet," she answered with a chuckle, following her older brother to the table and taking a long, satisfying chug of beer, "been takin' some good pictures, tho'."

Taking a seat next to Remy, she took her hat off and placed it on the table, eyes already wandering to some nearby support beams, then to a group of what looked like builders enjoying an early breakfast and a quick pint before work.

"I c'n afford a break every now 'n' then. Besides..." She turned her attention to a troubled-looking engineer sat alone at a table in the corner, swivelling a half-empty cup of coffee and frowning over some notes. One minor moment of inspiration later, his eyes lit up, and he picked up a pen, scribbling over the notes frantically.

Lewie smiled and returned to her drink.

"'m not half-bad at multitaskin', either."

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Giving his companion an amused look at her question, as if their work was something they only did from nine to five with a life outside it as the human held it and not the very reason for their existence Remiel shrugged lightly. “Not too bad I suppose.” He mused. “It’s been quiet for the most part.” Really, the divine vision business was barely worth mentioning these days and ferrying the soul of the faithful to heaven only slightly more so. “What about you? All this new gadgets and do-dats must keep you quite busy?”

Smiling at the bartender that had finally spotted them he politely requested a brandy then passed the question of choice in beverage on to Liwet.

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"You can say that again," Lewie answered with a laugh before ordering her own drink (a pint of old ale). Things had never really been what most people would call "quiet" since she'd opened her eyes, but it had certainly gotten busier lately. And progress certainly didn't look in any hurry to slow down. "Can't complain, tho'. Busy's how I like it. Wouldn't know what t'do with too much downtime."

She leaned an elbow on the bar, absent-mindedly watching the drink pouring from the tap and into her glass.

"'Sides, it keeps things interesting. Did'ja know they got a robot the size of a car on Mars?"

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Smiling wryly at the long suffering patience he could detect in Liwet’s voice Remiel nodded. “Much better now.” He told her, falling in step next to her so their shoulder’s brushed on every other step they took. “Sometimes I just need a bit of distance to put everything in perspective again.”

As she spoke about the pub he simply nodded with another smile, pleased to simply listen to her and soak up the friendly company. “Sounds like as good a place to eat and enjoy a drink as any.” He agreed, moving to open the door for her when they reached it. “After you my dear.”

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"Nothin' like a walk an' a drink to take your mind off things, huh?" she agreed with a smile, leaning her head forward and running her hands through her hair. "Me? I'm more one to find a busted engine or somethin' to busy myself with when that sorta mood hits me, but whatever does the job."

When she pulled her head back, the hair framed her face in a way which added a year or two to her appearance. The fact that the face itself now looked a few years older likely also helped with the effect. The end result was that, as she made her into the pub (a repurposed cinema building now called the Montague Pyke), she did a much better impression of someone who stood a half a chance of being allowed to order something other than orange juice.

"How's work treatin' you?" she asked conversationally as she led them to the bar.

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-New tool kit with a large red ribbon wrapped around it- -Note attached to it that reads "Happy Valentine's Day"-

*nods approvingly while looking the tools over*

Now this is my kind of Valentine’s present!

#haven't the foggiest who it's from #but not gonna say no to a good set of tools #now if you'll excuse me I've got a date with a six-cylinder engine in serious need of some TLC #anonymous #ask

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"Lewie." Remiel curled his own arm around her, a tiny little bit of his grace sneaking out to rub against hers affectionately. "I have no idea what you mean." Giving her another squeeze he pulled back to smile at her once again. "But I assume that’s nothing new to you."

Aware that their public display of familial affection was drawing attention to them he released the other angel and took a small step back. “So where is this amazing pub you promised me?”

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Noting that using slang less than a couple of decades old around her brothers was starting to look like a losing battle, Lewie rolled her eyes with a smile.

"How's it going?" she translated, her Grace returning the affectionate touch from Remy's. Her tone was not unkind, but hinted at someone well-versed in having to explain what felt like the obvious (although the usual 'obvious' tended to involve longer words and complex equations).

Once the greeting was over, she began leading them down the street.

"Hey, never said anythin' about 'amazing'. Don' get your hopes up too much," she corrected jokingly, taking her hat off as she walked and pulling her her hair free from a couple of loose pig-tails. "Just, y'know... Good. Good food, good drinks. An' you can actually hear yourself talk, which, lemme tell you, practically a miracle."

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Having arrived in the city half an hour ago Remiel had spent some time visiting the humans he always paid special attention to. Those poor souls caught at the edge of society, struggling hard day in and day out for not very much at all. It wasn’t that he felt particularly responsible for them - the chances to stumble over a faithful soul here where as low as anywhere in this time and age - but he liked to wander among them, see how they were doing and stop now and then to whisper quiet words of a better tomorrow into their ears, cocooning them in his arms and wings when that tomorrow had yet again failed to come. "Don’t give up." He murmured, kneeling in an alley way just a few feet away from the bright lights and steady stream of humanity, immaterial fingers brushing over greasy hair as the human on the floor trembled with muted tears that disappeared among the garbage surrounding them. “Maybe this time you will make it.” Once he was sure the young one would at least find the will to get up again in due time Remiel rose to his own feet, brushing non-existent dirt off of his pantlegs and left the dark confines of the shadows behind.

Stepping onto the street he walked a few minutes then spotted Liwet, her attention caught, where else - on some construction going on not far away. “I hope I didn’t make you wait.” He greeted her with a smile, finding it far easier to fall back into his habitual role now than it would have been right after his little discussion with Michael.

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Once the voice got her attention, Lewie's expression quickly shifted from concentration to a wide smile, and thoughts of engineering were filed away for later (though by no means forgotten).

"Remy!" she greeted him, throwing an arm over his shoulder and pulling him in. "What's the word, big brother?"

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She was waiting by the South end of Soho Square. It was easy to find, and a short walk away from the pub itself. Nothing wrong with stretching your legs a bit, and it was always nice to see what people had done with the place since the last time she'd popped by.

It felt like there was always something cropping up Down Here - another building, a change in road layout, something brand new or still being built. There was a load of stuff going on in the world, and you had to catch up on it when you could.

Hands in the pockets of her overalls (dark green today), she eyed some nearby construction beams with interest, part of her appreciating the engineering gone into them, while the rest was already at work trying to figure out if she could do it better.

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You okay, Remy? Saw you leaving Mike's in a hurry.

Just needed to get my head back on straight Lewie, don’t worry about it sweetheart.

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… that does sound nice. You really are Her gift to us Lewie. I’ll meet you there in half an hour?

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Someone’s gotta look after big brothers too, right? :)

See you in a few.

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You okay, Remy? Saw you leaving Mike's in a hurry.

Just needed to get my head back on straight Lewie, don’t worry about it sweetheart.

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Not really. Best to get it out of my system and move on. But thank you for offering.

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Alright, no pressure.

How 'bout something to get your mind off it, then? There's a pub in London I keep wanting to get back to. Nothin' fancy, but they do a good bangers and mash, and the cocoa's not half-bad, either.

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