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neutral_omensDate: August 7
Status: Public- Complete
Setting: The lobby
Summary: The Metatron enters.
The Metatron wasn't nervous, exactly. He didn't get nervous. So it would be perfectly illogical to appear so. Besides, it wasn't as though there wasn't anyone who couldn't take over at least some of the paperwork, and Jophiel knew where to contact him if anything became too urgent or otherwise needy of his attention.
Perhaps it was just that things had seemed slightly more unusual than the last time he'd been around. He was sure he'd seen a couple of multi-coloured frogs hiding in the leaves, for one thing. Hopefully the frogs would be the worst of it, although he sincerely doubted that.
Stepping into the lobby, he looked to see if anyone was around.
Status: Public- Complete
Setting: The lobby
Summary: The Metatron enters.
The Metatron wasn't nervous, exactly. He didn't get nervous. So it would be perfectly illogical to appear so. Besides, it wasn't as though there wasn't anyone who couldn't take over at least some of the paperwork, and Jophiel knew where to contact him if anything became too urgent or otherwise needy of his attention.
Perhaps it was just that things had seemed slightly more unusual than the last time he'd been around. He was sure he'd seen a couple of multi-coloured frogs hiding in the leaves, for one thing. Hopefully the frogs would be the worst of it, although he sincerely doubted that.
Stepping into the lobby, he looked to see if anyone was around.
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