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[Gray. The opening shot is all dim gray and dusky, a boring shot of a concrete wall stained with black ash, before too-bright blue-white light knifes through the picture again, causing horrible screaming static for a brief moment. Everything whirls before the PCD lands, now pointed up at a derelict ceiling. From far off, noise can be heard: footsteps, crackling electricity, a low electric tinny and hard breathing. After a long minute the picture shakes again, lifting and turning around to show Raphael's face.

She looks, for lack of a better word, like shit. For an angel she looks exhausted, with faint circles under her eyes. Her skin has a papery quality that is strongly evocative of Lucifer. Face rot dots her hairline and a small spot on one side of her jaw, again very like what Lucifer suffers from. Despite coming out of a terrible event (for which she was a complete hermit, speaking to and seeing no one), there's obviously something else on her mind.]

The Archangel Michael is gone. You would do well to never speak his name again where we can hear it.

[ooc note: anyone going to find her will find her in the Wastes. Yes, even if they poof to her side immediately, angels. She can hustle.]

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Not until something changed.

[So no. Not really.]

It's not like I would've been welcomed back anyway.

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[That answers her real question. Anything Gabriel has to say on this matter is suited to her needs: dealing with the reality of never, ever seeing your family again.]

Not easily.

[There's something she has to say. It bursts out of her before she can stop it.]

Michael's absence will make me more unstable. I have no idea why I am telling you this, but that Lucifer wouldn't listen. [And she has nobody else.]

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You'll live. [It might sound callous, but it's the truth. She'll get over it and she'll survive and she'll be better for it. That's all there is to it.]