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Mother always told me to never give away a story for free

"Honestly, all this bare chest and he hits home right in the fabric..."

Did the demonic looking purple stranger look at all put out by the new locale? Not really, they'd been given a pamphlet that was currently tucked into their belt to be reviewed later. Their attention more focused on the bloody hole in their rather ostentatious coat, lips quirking on a frown as they fingered the damaged fabric lightly, tail twitching behind them in a clear hint of their annoyance.

Really, they're looking rather calm for someone that bloody. When they hear someone coming near they glance up with a jingle of jewelry both in skin and decorating their curved horns, red eyes brightening as their mouth spreads to a cheerfully hopeful smile.

"Well then!" They straighten, something of a showmanship in the shift from grumpy contemplation to sunny disposition but at the same time that shift didn't seem dishonest either. "Hello there darling, please tell me there's some manner of tailor to be found here? As you can likely see I'm in dire need of one."

Clearly this was some manner of weird afterlife, but Mollymauk would be dipped in Fuck No if anyone expected them to wander around with their coat in tatters.

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The only bird-like person that Aziraphale has met is skekGra, who is technically an alien and probably doesn't count, so he shakes his head, paying attention to Molly's description. It certainly changes the image in his mind of this little girl's appearance, but not his overall impression of her. "My goodness. Small children already have the tendency of repeating everything they hear, I can only imagine what sort of mischief she caused mimicking others. I'm glad you found a home for her, the rough and tumble world of adventuring is not a permanent place for a child."

For an angel, Aziraphale is surprisingly indulgent of a lot of things. He and Jester would definitely bonded over their love of sweets. He has another sip of tea, eyebrows rising at Molly's vague reply.

"Is it necromancy?" he asks cautiously. "Or, ah... do you shapeshift into something ferocious?" That's what Crowley does, although he only uses it to scare annoying humans. His expression softens, wishing that the tiefling had the opportunity. "You could always pursue that option here, you're an excellent storyteller. Can you play an instrument or sing?"

"Jester taught her a few things a four year old should know. You know, to say her name when asked, to tell people that she is very sweet when asked if she's nice," A faint beat as he took a sip of his tea. "To tell people to go fuck themselves if they say or do something she doesn't like."

He can't help but chuckle at the question, shaking his head.

"Oh no, nothing like that. I'm not sure entirely what it is, just that when I bleed I can make things happen. This place is a bit too nice to go demonstrating that though, I doubt they'd appreciate blood on their nice linens," A faint smile. "I don't have a lot of the magic you'd expect of a bard, and I've never quite had the patience to sit down and learn an instrument. I tend to earn coin with my readings, when not getting into all manner of trouble with the Nein."

Aziraphale makes a scandalized noise at the final phrase, but it seems mostly for show. "Well, I can't say I approve of the language, but it's important for children to have the proper words to protect themselves." His smile returns, a touch wistful as he adds, "You know, my partner and I once helped raise a child. That sounds like the sort of thing he would have taught Warlock. He's a fan of pranks, like your friend Jester."

Molly's answer has him breathing softly in relief before looking a touch concerned. "Yes, um... I imagine this wouldn't be the place for it." His mind is busy wrapping around the concept of a bard with magical powers when he catches the word readings.

"Fortune-telling, you mean? Like with tarot cards?" Ah-ha, now this is a magic that he's actually familiar with, via his witchy friend Anathema who always has a deck somewhere on her person. He's about to ask more, but their food arrives just then, and the angel is properly distracted by it all, particularly the fluffy and golden brioche rolls that come with both their meals.

"Well she had a knife for a while, that was probably more useful for her protection than swearing at someone." Molly sees that wistfulness and grins, finding it rather charming. "Jester loves pranks. It's almost literally a religious thing for her, she worships a god who's domain is literally mischief and spreading joy and when I say she's a natural I quite mean it."

The demonstration isn't happening but it likely does explain the myriad of small little scars decorating the front of Molly's chest, and up his throat though.

The food definitely distracts him though. When it's a place like this, the food definitely is something of an experience, so Molly takes his time to try things, from the crepe he'd ordered to that lovely roll, experimentally dipping a small bit into his soup as well, which goes over nicely.

"You've got lovely taste in dining, this is wonderful." He hums out finally, tail twitching in a pleased fashion against a chair leg. "But to your question, exactly like with tarot cards."

A child with a knife! Aziraphale fidgets with his teacup, knowing that fretting about something that already happened and was happily resolved is pointless, but does it anyway. At least until he's distracted by talk of Jester's god. "How curious. I've never heard of that sort of religious worship. Er... her god isn't named Loki, by any chance?"

Loki isn't the only god of mischief out there, of course, but he's the only one Aziraphale is friends with, and it doesn't hurt to check, doesn't it? The Nexus is full of strange coincidences.

Molly's blood magic does put the scars on his body into perspective. But that's a conversation for another time, as Aziraphale is busy having a spoonful of soup, followed by a bite of that buttery brioche. He makes a content sound and pats the corners of his mouth with a napkin. "I'm glad it's to your liking," he replies, smiling warmly. "We have tarot readers where I'm from, most are faking it, but I've known people over the years who have a true gift for it. You could probably do well for yourself here, with such a talent."

Molly doesn't entirely feel bad about making Aziraphale fidget. It's a little funny, kind of like when he'd poke at Fjord to watch him squirm in a similar manner, the corners of his eyes crinkling in understanding amusement. "No, she calls him the Traveller. He's not one I'm familiar with but then I'm not up on all the gods about, and given he's not on the Empire's approved worship list it's surprising to see a cleric of his quite so flamboyantly out about their faith."

Molly himself carried a talisman of Bahamut just in case. He had enough troubles as a tiefling, as a carnie before, that adding that to the fire would do nothing good. He just hoped his understanding of his actual goddess and her commandments was true enough that she would accept that.

"Oh most travelling fortune tellers where I'm from are cold readers rather than actual Seers, those sort tend to find a home in temples or academies or the sort. Not to say that a cold reader can't get the real thing. I've had my fair share of readings where I feel the Moonweaver whispering in my ear or giving a push towards a specific card. Not common enough to call myself the real deal but enough to make it interesting."

Molly is not the only infernal being who enjoys good-naturedly ruffling the angel's feathers, but at least Aziraphale is used to it, settling back into his sunny disposition easily. "Ah, I see. Her faith must be very strong to openly worship a god who isn't approved by the government." His eyebrows pull together and he asks, "But why aren't some approved? They make themselves known to clerics and others who call upon them. Are some bad?" The Traveller doesn't sound bad at all. Polytheism can be so confusing sometimes.

Aziraphale bites into his savory tart while Molly explains, lost for a moment in the crunch of the crust and the balanced flavor of the filling. "Oh... yes, I suppose that's true..." He thinks of Madame Tracy and her false seances, although she must have been attuned to the ethereal somehow, or he wouldn't have been able to successfully possess her. "Sometimes 'interesting' is what people are looking for. Who is the Moonweaver? Are they another god?"

"Control, mainly. None of the gods on either list are bad, but the Empire wants people to think and behave a certain way so there's some gods that might not be the best for encouraging that compliance." Molly disliked it.

"Sometimes people need direction," Molly hummed after another bite of his crepe. "They wouldn't go seeking someone to read their fortune otherwise. Most of the time the elements are all there in them anyways, but they can't quite see it until someone on the outside puts it into perspective. So, they come to me and my cards. Don't need to be a Seer to help with that."

"She is. Goddess of illusion and misdirection, as well as the one considered the patron of love and protector of lover's trysts," The tiefling explained lightly. "Given the moon offers the light for them to see their path by as well as casting the shadows to hide lovers from seeking eyes. Definitely not an approved deity either, the Empire isn't one to like her commandments for all they suit me just fine."

Aziraphale frowns, not liking the sound of that much, either. "It sounds ridiculous when the gods on your world are so much more present," he murmurs. "Humans on my world have a tendency to fight over which religion is the one true path, when all they really need to do is be kind to one another." The angel sighs. "Not a popular philosophy, unfortunately..."

He watches Molly for a moment and smiles fondly. "I wish I could introduce you to a friend of mine with a similar philosophy. You'd like her a great deal, and she would adore you." Perhaps inappropriately so, even though she's now inexplicably settled with Sergeant Shadwell. "You know, I ought to ask you for a reading some time. Now that I'm retired, I'm a bit at loose ends."

It's easier to suggest it knowing that Molly doesn't have the same level of prognostication as a true witch. Aziraphale has had enough of prophecies to last him several lifetimes. He eats more of his meal, enjoying every bite, enchanted by the goddess that Molly describes. "My, how terribly romantic. The moon has a similar symbolism on my world, at least for some. Is she only for true magical misdirection, or does she help with stage magic, too?"

"People find all sorts of shit to fight over, with or without religion unfortunately," Molly mused, with a faint flick of his fingers in emphasis to the light downward turn of his mouth. Brief though it was, the expression didn't suit the tiefling.

He perks up at the mention of a friend though, as well as the request, smile reappearing as easily as anything. "If your friend is as lovely as you are I'm sure to adore her as well." Whether appropriate or no, Molly would happily flirt. It was all in good fun after all. "And I'd be happy to do a reading for you. Maybe over after-dessert drinks we'll see what I can turn out for you?"

They were both here after all, and a post-lunch reading always had a sort of decadent air about it that appealed to Molly.

"Illusion and misdirection both- and stage magic is all about misdirection after all. If it's your passion then all the better, given one of her tenents is literally to seize your own destiny by pursuing your passions." He chuckled as he dipped another bit of roll in his soup. "You can likely imagine why I've found myself praying to her rather than some of the other options. And why the Empire isn't so fond of her."

Aziraphale wishes he could disagree, but he was there at humanity's beginning. It didn't take long for Cain to commit the first murder, a sibling rivalry gone terribly wrong. "Yes, but it doesn't help when governments exacerbate things," he notes, referring back to how they came upon this topic in the first place. "I do think that most people would prefer to live in peace, if given the opportunity."

Most mortals, anyway. He can't say that about his fellow angels or demons.

The compliment makes him smile shyly. "She doesn't know about the Nexus, but perhaps sometime I could have you over to my bookshop for tea." He's not certain if Madame Tracy could deal with the entire Nexus, but she probably wouldn't bat an eye at a solitary tiefling. "And yes, after dessert sounds perfect, thank you. I'm looking forward to it."

That might be a while yet, as Aziraphale is not one to hurry through a meal. "I think I would like your goddess very much, then, as I am something of an aficionado of stage magic. I find it fascinating that humans are able to use sleight-of-hand and other tricks to give the illusion of magic. I've been practicing off and on for some time now, it's jolly good fun."

"I would love to come around for tea, that sounds wonderful. I might have a bit of a lovely blend that I got in my travels to contribute when I do, I'll check through my things later," He had so many odds and ends in his bag that sometimes it was easy to forget just what all little things were in there at times. "A light thing, perfect for a nice little repast with sliced fruits."

Molly wasn't one to rush a nice meal either, not when it wasn't required. Clearly quite happy to sit and savor if the slow sort of way he was nibbling at his lunch was any hint. "You do stage magic?" His attention was caught, something delighted in his smile. "That sounds lovely. Maybe I can enable you to show off a little? I've learned a couple tricks here and there, we can compare notes."

"Oh, excellent! I'd love to try it." A blend of tea from a completely different universe! How exciting. He wiggles his shoulders, pleased by the idea. "Let me -- oh, oh dear. You don't have a PINpoint yet, do you? One moment..."

Aziraphale sets down his spoon and pulls out a business card from his jacket pocket. He hands it to Molly, detailed calligraphy on one side reading, A.Z. Fell & Co. Antiquarian and Unusual Books with a London address below. The other side has a short sequence of numbers that fades into existence before Molly's eyes. "That's a number you can use to contact me once you obtain a PINpoint. It's a device that lets you travel between worlds. I'll make sure you get one if you haven't already."

That settled, he returns to his meal while keeping up with one of his favorite topics of conversation, his face lighting up at the proposition. "I'd be delighted. I'll spare you my entire routine as I don't have my props with me, but I always keep a deck of playing cards on me, should the occasion present itself. And if there are any tricks you'd like to teach me, I'd be most interested."

See, Crowley? Stage magic is fun, even to those who can do real magic!

"Perfect. When I find it I'll save it for teatime with my lovely new friend." That little shoulder wiggle was frankly adorable, even knowing his dining companion was an angel, knowing the sort of power such a being could bring to bear.

The card was accepted easily, the tiefling observing that clever little trick with the numbers, likely some manner of illusion but impressive all the same in a subtle sort of flash that in his opinion suited Aziraphale, and Molly tucked the little card safely away in a pouch at his belt for safekeeping. "I can't say I've gotten one, I'd certainly appreciate your showing me where to pick one up."

And Molly definitely notices his friend's excitement at the idea of sharing tricks, a sunny smile on his face. "I tend towards coin tricks but I've learned a few card tricks I'd certainly be willing to share assuming you don't already know them."

It reminded him a bit of time spent with other carnies before the Nein, teaching each other tricks around the fire, sharing ideas for performances.

Knowing that he has made a new friend is worth all the tea in the world to Aziraphale, who smiles at the words. For a being of immense power, he certainly does not lord his aura over others.

That little number trick is real magic, a miracle that Aziraphale takes advantage of so that his PINpoint number is not given away willy-nilly. His shop has a phone number, too, but he never puts that on his business cards, not wanting to encourage potential customers to contact him. It's in the phone book (paper only) if they insist on tracking him down regarding book inquiries.

"Yes, of course. There is a vending machine in the Plaza that distributes them, I'll take you to it once we're done. There are portals to other worlds, as well, that's how I first arrived here, in fact, but they can be unreliable and I wouldn't want you to get lost."

Molly is proving to be a being of many talents, and Aziraphale is quite eager to learn. "Oh, I like coin tricks! Such a simple prop, and so convenient, too." He's also not very good at them, but maybe Molly can help him with that. As their meal starts to come to an end, he signals the waiter and puts in an order for two pain au chocolat, and a refresher for their tea.

"This place certainly is something," Molly hummed, settling back in his chair as the bus boy came by to clear some of the finished dishes in a quickly efficient manner. "Even in my odd live I never thought I'd be sharing lunch with an angel in a multidimensional hub. Gods but it sounds like such a fanciful story doesn't it?"

A gold coin appeared between his fingers from some cleverly concealed place, the tiefling walking it along his knuckles back and forth with a chuckle. "Cards and coins both make for a good way to go- easy to pocket and easy to work with compared to some of the more involved props."

Aziraphale laughs, resting his hands in his lap so he doesn't interfere with the bus boy's dish clearing. "You're telling me! I've met all sorts of beings here that I've only read about in books." That might sound strange, coming from an angel, but the supernatural is surprisingly limited where he's from, and the technology, too, at least in comparison to starships and sentient robots.

His eyes zero on the coin when it appears, an expression of pure delight appearing on his face. "You can make it walk across your knuckles!" he says in awe. "It always slips out of my hand when I try. How did you learn that one, will you show me?"

A bit surprising, but thinking on what Aziraphale had said so far, his world wasn't as magically inclined, with less gods running around. So it made sense in a way. "Clearly we'll have to swap stories at some point."

Molly paused to murmur a soft noise of thanks to the bus boy before he'd moved off with the plates towards the kitchen, attention caught after by his companion's glee at what he was doing, his smile widening.

"I can indeed!" He agreed with a soft laugh, charmed by the clear delight. "It's actually one of the first tricks I learned to do with the carnival. It took ages of practice, though I'm sure we can sort out what's giving you trouble with it."

It had been a thing he could do with his hands. A thing to keep fidgety fingers and sharp nails away from the red eyes that were now so cleverly hidden amongst tattoos. But again, he wasn't going to mention that here, when things were so very light and nice.

"Coin size matters... as does which face of the coin you want against the underside of the hand when you bring it around to start the roll again. Plenty of little details to workshop, we'll have you walking your coin like a well-trained pup in no time!"

"We most certainly do," Aziraphale agrees warmly. "I suspect you'll have even more once you're properly settled in the Nexus." Someone as gregarious as Molly is bound to make many friends, the angel assumes.

It makes him feel better to hear that it took some time for Molly to learn this particular trick. "I took a class, initially," he explains. "There was a basic set of magic tricks for us to learn that included coins, which I dutifully practiced. Mr. Maskelyne never said anything about coin size, though..."

He peers at the coin in Molly's hand again before pulling out a pound sterling from his pocket, which is roughly the same size. Harder to hide in his plump, well-manicured hand, maybe, but easier to control over his knuckles. "And the face of the coin matters, too, you said?"

His thumb pushes the coin over his knuckles, but after only a flip or two, he has to catch it before it falls onto the table, giving Molly the perfect demonstration of what he's working with here.

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"It has to do with coin versus finger size- wide enough to be caught on both sides of the finger but not so wide as to be hit by the next finger on the way over." He held out his hand, coin balanced on his middle finger so Aziraphale could compare the size of the coin compared to the narrow fingers. "It'll be different for everyone."

He watched the display, nodding at the issue he was seeing. "The face matters- you slide it under the hand to bring it back to the starting point between thumb and palm- you want the head to stay against the thumb as it's smoother and more prone to sticking to the palm than the tails side which tends to have more bumps and ridges so moves a bit easier."

He gestures with his hand, the intent clear to take the angel's hand if he allowed. "May I?"

Aziraphale looks at Molly's hand again before examining his own. The tiefling's fingers are longer and narrower than Aziraphale's, but the angel feels comfortable sticking with his particular denomination.

"Ah, I see. Well, the current Queen has stayed on the head of this coin for nearly seventy years, so more power to her for not being as bumpy as whatever they put on the other side."

He smiles and offers his hand to Molly, coin and all. "Please, dear. Show me the proper way."

"I feel they'd not want to offend her by making her visage so very lumpy and bumpy either way." Molly hummed with a soft chuckle. The coin Aziraphale had seemed a decent enough size for the angel, so he nodded at the agreement.

"Most of it is muscle memory once you get the movements correct. It's thinking about what you're doing that's going to really trip you up." The tiefling explained as he gently took the angel's hand in his much warmer ones, mindful of his claws as he was arranging his fingers just so. Taking his time so Aziraphale could feel what the right way felt like before he was manipulating the fingers one at a time so he could watch and feel the way it felt for each flip and rest of the coin, making sure to draw his thumb under his palm so that when the coin was flipped over the pinky he could pin it against his hand and draw it over. He repeated the process a couple times, keeping it slow and easy, just letting his companion feel the cycle before he nodded, releasing his grasp.

"Alright, now you try. Slow and steady for now, we've got the time."

Aziraphale pays rapt attention as Molly explains the process to him, and then demonstrates it on his hand. The angel's hand is soft and without calluses, and he lets Molly manipulate it easily, but there is a strength there, too. When Molly lets go, he nods and attempts to walk the coin himself, his brows drawn close in determination.

The coin's path is not smooth, and there are a couple of false starts here and there, but the angel manages to get the coin around his hand several times before it finally slips out of his grasp. "Oh!" He beams at Molly, both pleased with himself and grateful for his new friend's assistance. "I think I'm finally getting the hang of it!"

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