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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.]
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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I don't recall denying it.
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I told you, Gabriel- [her eyes keep flickering distractedly to the vision] -and denial is for the weak.
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[...He's always wanted to say that and he feels no shame in it. Sadly, however, he doesn't sound nearly as thrilled as he'd like to be. He knows he's not going to like it.]
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You have not yet come to our Father's grave.
[She would know. She hasn't left the thing all week.]
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Can you see him?
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If I say "no," does he just go away?
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[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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[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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[Almost growled, but without real anger behind it.]
...Gabriel. ["Michael" walks around Gabriel to stand right next to Raphael, sternly saying something only she can hear. Someone good at lip-reading could catch the word "monster" in the mix.] It would not be good if he left. Holding on has become... difficult.
[It takes her a long time to get the words out. Saying anything like this, admitting to any kind of weakness at all, is almost physically painful for her. Not that a little more pain would make a difference to her.]
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...Moving right along. Raphael moves a little into a slim shaft of light, letting Gabriel see the patch of broken skin and ashy corrosion at her vessel's hairline. It looks remarkably like Lucifer.]
He very nearly convinced me to drink demon blood.
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You are being deliberately obtuse. [Her tone is almost disbelieving.] I was foolish to say anything.
[The one time she tries to admit to weakness, to needing help- and this is what she gets? See if she ever tries that shit again.]
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Do not say that to me again, Gabriel. I have no patience for idiocy.
[Which is Raphael for "it shouldn't have been you, and I wish you wouldn't think that." But, you know. Feelings. How do I shot them.]
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