accidental audio; WHEREIN THE ANGELS FINALLY FEED THEMSELVES

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[There's clanking and shuffling and all kinds of weird you-just-got-butt-dialed sounds. There's a distant voice that gets clearer then blurry in random jolts, a very familiar deep-voiced woman murmuring something constantly, almost urgently. It sounds like she's talking to herself, in that weirdly urgent tone when a person is trying to both talk themselves out of something and convince themselves that they aren't crazy. The voice is in accented English that drifts out of Latin and sometimes French: -Maketh me to lie down in green pastures, he leadeth me beside the still- and random noises again, and the rustling of bags and -restoreth my soul, he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for His name's sake. For- and some weird static and a very loud BANG that's actually just her bag sitting down on a flat surface. Rustling, rustling - -walk through the valley of - and rasping sounds like hands scraping over a microphone - i shall fear no - crinkle, crinkle, clank - art with me, thy rod and - clatter static what - they comfort me.

A series of rustle-bang-CRASH, and long silence. Then, very distantly and almost inaudible to someone with not-so-good-hearing:]

You've got to be kidding me. [SOUNDS LIKE STEPS AND REEEEAAACHING FOR THE PCD. Raphael sounds so fucking amused, but actually very composed and... shockingly mature, if we're all being honest.]

Hm. Of course this week they would post without our consent.

Let it be known, brothers of mine, that I come with gifts better than frankincense and myrrh.

[Click and OFF.]

((NOTE FOR ANYONE DOING OFFLINE THREADS: Raphael came back looking over 9000% better than when she left. FOr instance, she doesn't look like she's about to pass out and die. She's also down to a camisole. Shh. It was totally her idea. She didn't get heat exhaustion and faint in front of Rachel Berry. Shut up leave her alone she is an angel of the Lord.))

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[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

[Poking his head out some random door] Y'know, myrrh's not that great. Who the hell even gives that to a kid? "Here, your Dad says you're gonna die a virgin, have something for your corp"- do I smell cookies?

[Priorities. He has them... And a two-day stubble. He may be hobo-bearded before this is over. Make it stop.]

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Yes. [But the cookies are staying in their Tupperware, Gabriel, because first you get real food.

Oh, and think fast- that's a bottle of water whipping at your head.]

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[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

[He catches it with some degree of difficulty and proceeds to chug it, completely unaware of how thirsty he was until precisely this moment. DEAR GOD, THAT TASTES LIKE DELICIOUSNESS.]

I'd give you a tip, but I'm fresh outta ones.

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[hexdontlie.livejournal.com]

[From across the Chateau, bitch.]

If it's food, I'll get out the pen and sign the peace treaties with you here and now.

[That's a big statement coming from an anorexic gymnast.]

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[FINE SHE CAN SHOUT. She... actually has the energy now. Hooray for not being a weaksauce kitten.]

Then show me where to initial.

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[hexdontlie.livejournal.com]

[Don't shout, loser not!angel. She's calling you because she's too lazy to leave her room.]

Seriously, I will draw up documents, and they will be good until we get our powers back. You'll have my word and the knowledge that, if I break it, your brother will take it out of my ass.

Now, what the hell did you get?

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[saintedsinner]

You have berries and twigs?

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[...Stare.]

Why would I have that?

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[saintedsinner]

Don't you people eat?

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[gravitysflash.livejournal.com]

[He's mot quite clear on how to work his PCD yet, and so it catches him muttering ho himself.]

That prayer...

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[A little defensively:] What about it?

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[gravitysflash.livejournal.com]

[There's a pause as he realizes he was heard, but he recovers quickly.]

Nothing. I was surprised that I recognized it, that's all.

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[soundsofdrums.livejournal.com]

Ah, you people and your religion.

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I have met God myself, Koschei. Take your arbitrary skepticism elsewhere.

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[soundsofdrums.livejournal.com]

There's no such being in my universe.

And what have we said about that name?

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[bigdaddyreaper.livejournal.com]

Are you calling a truce for the time being? [And by you, he means the lot of you.]

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My focus is on my brothers and their blood sugar. [FEEDING THE CHILDREN, SIGH.]

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[bigdaddyreaper.livejournal.com]

Amazing what stops the in-fighting. Or delays it.

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[socius]

[Brothers of, huh. Not that Anna was particularly concerned; she had no problem getting food for herself. Still. It's enticing, to see Raphael so out of it, even if she looked rather put together on the surface. It was never that simple. All the Archangels were shitting themselves over having to walk around like a mortal for a week.]

It's not just this week. They've got a habit of posting when we least expect it.

[Try ignoring to post for a while, Raph. You'll get a squirt of water right to the face.]

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Not to someone operating with their full faculties, who actually pays attention.

[Looking you uupppp and dowwwwn~]

You've adjusted well. [You little syphilitic whore.] How nice for you.

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[socius]

[UGH JUST BECAUSE YOU WERE BORN WITH MORE WINGS-- GET OFF YOUR HIGH HORSE BITCH you're just as human as everyone else. Whore.]

I've done this before. [I have the upper hand, bitch.] It's not that hard once you get the hang of it.

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[swordoffate.livejournal.com]

What did you get?

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[Raphael stares a little. It's astounding, how terrible they all look now that she's figured out what fed, watered humans are supposed to look like. None of them have willingly drunk water, eaten, or slept yet. She takes out a bottle of water and hands it over.]

Food. [She rolls her shoulders uncomfortably, feeling odd without her vessel's button-down and jacket on.] Some supplies. [Like a razor.]

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[thelightbringer]

[Lucifer will just be sprawled. On the nearest piece of furniture. Hot. Dying. ...well maybe not dying, but he feels like it.]

What gifts...?

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[Raphael takes her shirt and jacket from the back and tosses them... somewhere, already over the self consciousness. She can't see Lucifer's face, but can guess about how he is.]

Lucifer, take your shirt off.

[Welp. Enjoy the water bottle she's throwing at your stomach from where you can't see her.]