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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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[checkoutpandora.livejournal.com]

...Lucifer? Can't imagine why he'd do a thing like that. [NBD. Your skin's just peeling off.]

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Gabriel, do you take anything seriously?

[checkoutpandora.livejournal.com]

Well. Not as a general rule or anything...

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You find nothing disturbing about the prospect of consuming demon blood.

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

Oh, sorry. Did you want me to wring my hands and get someone to bring me my smelling salts? Look, it's weird, but if it's between that and your vessel breaking down, then by all means, let loose. I'm pretty sure you won't luck out on finding another vessel- there aren't any other black people here.

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[Just staring at him because what the hell?]

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.]

[checkoutpandora.livejournal.com]

[Gabriel sighs in exasperation and grabs her by the shoulder. God, why can't people just get a Gabriel-to-English dictionary and suck it up.] What the hell do you want from me, Raphael? I mean it. If it's keeping you alive, then there's nothing I can say about it. [He frowns and lets go of her shoulder, moving to walk away.] That and it should've been me.

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[Oh, hell no. She grabs his shoulder even more roughly and turns him back to face her.]

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.]

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

Oh, excuse me, princess. [That's all she gets out of him- no struggling or anything similar. He doesn't have the patience to fight someone who's running more hot and cold than a menopausal woman.] If it was me, I'd deal with it. No one says you have to like it- Lucifer sure as hell don't. But that's all I've got.