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[Guten tag, Adstringendum. Today's daily dose of lineface angel starts off with fog, fog, and more fog, with Raphael's shape only just emerging through the haze. As muted as she normally is, there's something different today- almost constrained, wilted, a little too tight and a little too quiet. She's sitting on what appears to be the bottom of a set of steps- when the fog clears just a little it's obviously stone steps, like a pyramid or a very tall dais.]

There is a glut of idiocy this week.

[She gestures and the PCD rises, turning to face her at a slightly different angle. Behind her, it shows the stone dais- for that's exactly what it is, large steps of a massive grave, consisting of the huge dais leading to an enormous figure seated in a vast marble throne. The grave is impressive, to say the least. The carvings on it, just visible over her shoulder, are all in a mix of Enochian and Hebrew, including the Hebrew inscription of God's own name.]

It is astounding that any of you can survive on your own in this place, if this is how you handle anything new. [Then her expression tightens more, if possible, something dulling in her eyes slightly.] If you cannot learn for yourself, then know this: the graves should not be destroyed.

[Trust her. It isn't worth it. Her mouth presses into a thin, tense line before the feed cuts out altogether.]

[OOC: she's sitting at the base of fake-God's throne/grave in the middle of a ring of archangel graves, including her own, a destroyed Gabriel statue, a Lucifer mausoleum, and a smoking crater where Michael's used to be. Come bother her, bros.]

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[another shrug, and Thomas pointedly does not look to his left, where another tombstone has cropped up again, pure white marble with crisp letters and a golden pentacle. HERE LIES HARRY DRESDEN, HE DIED DOING THE RIGHT THING]

Doesn't everyone think their problems are the worst?

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[She follows his gaze, looking long upon the headstone before staring back at the incubus.]

There is a kind of satisfaction that comes from knowing.

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[he chuckles]

Feeling megalomanic today, aren't we?

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

I learned my lesson from the other ones- what I don't wanna see, I shouldn't.

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[Yes. But that's not the point.]

My brothers' fighting nearly ended the world.

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[he speaks before he thinks, because if he'd been thinking, he'd have still kept the relation close. It didn't matter that Harry was dead.]

Funny, mine's saved it a couple times.

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This city is rife with those such as you.

Our family ruled the cosmos. It means nothing here, but in my world we are most important people in existence.

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[He laughs at that, a quiet chuckle that isn't quite his usual need to be irritating, but just deeply amused.]

I could say the same to you, darling. Not liking the bigger pond?

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Do you believe me yet, sister?

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[That's smarter than she is, but that doesn't completely occur to her. Raphael scoffs half-heartedly at him, but it's largely a distraction from the hallucinatory Michael now looking down at both of them.]

Can you see him?

Voice

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Of course not.

Keep it to yourself. I do not need my time wasted with evasive taunting.

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[She gives him a strange look at the question.]

Adstringéndum is smaller than my world. I had all of Heaven and Creation to spread my wings over.

can she surprise offline?

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It is easy to do.

No, I don't imagine it would be.

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[Of course she does, it's obvious in her face as she looks at him. Her tight expression slowly unwinds, belief and acceptance sinking in, and her fists unclench with a small exhale and drop of her shoulders.]

Michael. [So exhausted.] You really are here.

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[he chuckles once.]

Just in case you haven't noticed, sweetheart, you're not in Kansas anymore. And like you said, none of that matters here, so why pretend like you're still special if the rest of us aren't?

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

[Gabriel glances behind him and then turns back to Raphael. Michael as he has been in the city is one thing- Michael as he was as Heaven's finest is another thing altogether.]

If I say "no," does he just go away?

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That would be nice.

[So- no. No getting rid of this. The fact that Michael has been MIA for some time now just worsens the insult.]

Unless the hallucination could also vanish into the Wastes.

[A little more vehement than is strictly necessary.]

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[She grits her teeth slightly.]

Do you think that repeating inane observations that I already know will accomplish something?

[emptynight]

[All the smirking]

Do you? You still sound like you expect me to be afraid.

Would Castiel's sigils prevent this at all? If they don't, I'm totally cool with it!

[capuletnomore]

The scene could perhaps have been worse, but I do not like to think upon how.

[The suicides could have looked more painful, she supposes. At least Romeo seemed content and relatively free of pain when he collapsed beside her in the vision. She still cannot bear to think too long on what she saw herself do.]

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What you choose to hear has little to do with me.

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

So he really is gone. [Gabriel sounds... Slightly bitter. Truth be told, his rapport with Michael has and always will suck. But that doesn't mean he wants him vanishing into oblivion.]

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I don't know.

[Raphael sounds... legitimately upset, at least for her, which is pretty friggin' unheard-of. Even when bleeding Grace onto the ground and smelling that Hellfire scent for the first time, she didn't look quite like this.]

He cannot leave.

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Tsk tsk, darling. You've got to take some responsibility. Can't let me have all the fun.

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

[Gabriel stares at her, like he's seeing her for the first time.] I don't think they give us a choice, Raphael.