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[All that posts is a single word, painted onto a nondescript wall in unpleasant-looking mud.]



[It's Enochian for "Grace." The PCD doesn't translate because it's only a picture. Raphael needs to ask a question, but the world doesn't need to know.]

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Qviin?

[Enochian, now. Cough up the coordinates, Gabriel.]

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D'you want them in Enochian?

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[You see this? This is her trying to show concern. And that? That is you spitting in her face.]

Mature as always.

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[It's how he rolls. Like a douche.]

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[SEE? HE CAN BE HELPFUL. REALLY.]

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[LDKJAFGFD finally jeez.

Brb, popping over there... forty minutes later, after a l o n g walk. She's sweating in her vessel's suit and her feet hurt.]

Hello, Gabriel. [She'll just keep standing. Angels of the Lord don't need to sit. Fuck your couch.]

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[He's sprawled on the floor of his currently bachelor-padless warehouse and just staring at her.]

Bet you're regretting those businesswoman heels now, huh?

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[Stare.] I am fine. [She looks around the warehouse.] It seems we've become homeless.

Your vessel. Is it fine? [Raphael's fairly certain that hers is asthmatic, but she can't remember. So yes, this is a legitimate question.]

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Please. If I was homeless, this'd be a cardboard box.

[He looks up at her, because he's still sprawled on the floor like the concrete is a chaise lounge.] It's 100% depowered pagan god. It's all good.

[Except it has a human-sized hunger, an inevitable blood sugar crash, and he's pretty sure the godness is not keeping the gout away.]

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Good. With our luck, one of us will be inhabiting a disabled body. [She reaches down and doesn't really wait for his cooperation before grabbing his hand/wrist and pulling him up.

It's harder than it's supposed to be. Sob. She grunts.]

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What're you- HEY. Don't make me call Dad down here, because you're touching me again. [He pulls away from her as soon as he's on his feet and crosses his arms over his chest.] What's your damage, Heather? Besides the obvious.

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I'm in a human body that may or may not be asthmatic, shepherding angels with the collective maturity of a child that was born yesterday.

Or should I go on?

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That was the obvious part. I don't remember part of that Psalm going, "Raphael is my shepherd," so how about you find some other little lambs, hm?

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You have the will and resources to take care of yourself?

We will all stay together until this ridiculousness is over.

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I have the will and where there's a will, there's a way to someone else's food.

[He stares at her for a moment.] Good idea. Then everyone who wants us dead can have us all in one place.

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Or they can figure out that we're begging from strangers and pick us off individually, until we return from our deaths a week later fully powered and fully angered.

We have strength now in nothing but numbers. Come with me, Gabriel.

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[....Dammit. He cannot argue down that logic.]

Fine, but I get my own room.

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If there is a room to spare. [She starts for the door, indicating him to follow.]