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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.)
 

Comments

[senseandcecilbility]

Well, he is...

[Their worst argument was when Kevin tried to stay away from him...for his own good. Young master was so sad...he just could not stand it.]

...He hates when I gamble.

[soul_sister]

Hmm... that settles it, then~

[senseandcecilbility]

...I argue with you much more, though.

[Because you are both the worst and the best nun.]

[soul_sister]

You're a little hung up on sticking points like my partner. I figure he's got it a little easier there.

[crocodilesmiles]

( She notices the crystals first. It's strange, in all this darkness following the extinguishing of up to a half million people, after accompanying her boyfriend to his room, saying goodnight, finding herself worried and unable to sleep, surrounded by new faces and new griefs, she doesn't know what it is that had her roll this way.

But the crystals. They catch the scant light from the area and reflect it, break it into a million tiny pieces and reconstruct it back into something alien and strange. It draws her forward, inside -- and then she sees Kevin.

Only she doesn't know it's him, not until she's at his side and flicking her brakes on, frustrated that she can't reach his throat with how he's fallen. She wants a pulse, and she's better at reading it from the neck.

Down by his side, calling out for help twice before she concentrates on the man on the floor, it still takes her a moment to recognize those features in the dark. )

Kevin, you jerk, come on! You better be breathing! I don't do heart attacks well!

[senseandcecilbility]

[She might need to call him a few more times, but finally, finally there is some movement behind his eyelids. A crack of purple eyes turn up to stare at her blankly, with no apparent recognition. Instinctively, he moves his fingertips towards the wheelchair. Someone is upset. Someone is calling Kevin, but who is this Kevin again?

His fingertips are, of course, slightly transparent.]

[senseandcecilbility]

[That is true, as much as those demons pester young master day and night, he has not been seduced by them. Yet.]

Sometimes I wonder if I spoiled him a little bit...

[That is a lie. Kevin has no such thoughts.]

[soul_sister]

Hmm.

If he shows up, I wont blow your cover.

[She nods.]

It's going to be way too much fun watching a guy lecture an angel about his mortal vices.

[senseandcecilbility]

[And not blowing his cover to young master is what matter the most.]

In this case, I can guarantee you will be thoroughly entertained if he ever comes to Exsilium.

[Though hopefully it will never happen.]

[soul_sister]

I may help him, in that case.

[senseandcecilbility]

...

[He starts coughing.]

That is mildly terrifying.

[soul_sister]

Well, if we're going to share servants, we might as well get along.

[senseandcecilbility]

[Okay, that makes him smile.]

Am I your servant now? But sister, if memory does not fail me, you have not even won that bet yet.

[soul_sister]

I wouldn't guess now anyway. You couldn't even make proper tea.

Oh. But soon.

[senseandcecilbility]

[Rosette and Break seem to have the same habit of imposing the most terrible rain checks on him.]

...I see.

[soul_sister]

[She lets out a long breath, mood slipping away with it.]

You should sleep.

[senseandcecilbility]

[He holds her hand. His own hands are unusually cold, and yes, still transparent.]

So should you.

[soul_sister]

In a little while. [When she's a little more sure he wont just vanish if she stops looking at him.]

[senseandcecilbility]

[Kevin tries to squeeze her hand again and looks away, frowning a little at a perfectly innocent wall.]

...He seems like the sort of person that might worry if you do not return soon.

[Particularly at a time like this.]

[crocodilesmiles]

( He looks ghostly. Transparency leads toward spirits leads toward ghosts, and Collette doesn't know what to make of anything of that. Her hand darts forward after a moment of hesitation, seeing if she can take those not-so-solid to her eyes fingers in hand. )

Kevin, come on, can you talk? If you're in shock I'm going to need a lot more help or -- or -- or something, I don't have a morph that carry you easy without your help!

( Terri isn't big enough, and Caesar's smaller than Terri. )

[senseandcecilbility]

[In spite of their translucency, his fingers are solid enough. They are, however, much colder than the last time she touched them.

The word "help" is received with unadulterated apprehension. Help means more people, and - even in his current state - he is quite certain that is something he should do his utmost to avoid.]

N-no.

[crocodilesmiles]

( She pulls his cold hand to her chest. Her own hands don't have enough warmth to change that temperature; she hopes that might change, as she wraps her other hand around his. )

No?

( She snorts, feeling that worry gnaw all the more. There's relief, too: he can talk. Kevin can talk! Her smile is wobbly. )

I didn't think butlers learned how to talk back.

[soul_sister]

Oh, definitely.

Even finding out I've been helping he'll puff up and get a face like this.

[soul_sister]

I'll bring your books in a bit later.

What do you want for lunch?

[senseandcecilbility]

[Has she just compared him to the unclean spirit? But wait, he doesn't have time to think about this too much because now is time to fret.]

Sister, t-there is no need!