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[senseandcecilbility]

Date: October 1st
Location: Away from the Observatory
Character: Kevin & close CR who feels like dealing with sad and sick celestial beings.
Summary: The guardian angel of Britain is experiencing technical difficulties.
Warning: Transparent angels?

[Uriel doesn’t need to be at the Observatory. When the time comes, he discreetly slips away on unsteady feet, hand clasping his chest as his whole body is shaken by unremitting agony. Millions of prayers, millions of dreams, millions of lives binding him. Where are you, where are you at a time like this? Who will account for us? Who will take responsibility?

He stumbles into an empty room and falls to his knees. When the first bomb touches the ground, he feels the blast on his very skin. Every single scarred soul, every single pointless loss, he feels their screams perpetuate into infinity. His. He grasps empty air and reaches out for them, uselessly.

Uriel, on the other hand, makes no sound. He would not, even if all wind had not been knocked out of his lungs. His face becomes a mask of silent and desperate shrieking. And for a nanosecond, his divine aura explodes and surges across three different plans of existence, then collapses into itself and all but disappears. What is left is barely perceptible, a frayed and lacerated veil of light for those who can sense such things.

For a brief moment, his body becomes transparent around the edges, and that is when awareness deserts him. Right before his eyelids finally close, he gazes at the walls of the room he has taken as haven, now entirely coated with variegated crystals. ]


(ooc: Since the nuclear attack destroyed his alternate people and territory, Kevin will be a mess for a few days and then recover gradually.)