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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

[crocodilesmiles]

( Her hand slides from his face, a grateful smile turning her lips upward, unable to last for long. He wouldn't tell. That means so much more than it should, a secret that's only a secret because of what she doesn't want people to think about in relation to her. For the others, yes, they each make their own decision.

She only wants people to believe she's alive when she goes home, too. How to explain why she fights so hard to be sent back to death? She doesn't. It scares her.

Her hand slides off his cheek, as warm a caress as it can be with her hands starting to chill. She leans forward and down, bracing against the floor. Maybe it's inappropriate to do what she intends to wiht this angel, but she doesn't know how to say a proper thank you otherwise.

Not for this.

Her hair probably tickles at his face, thick and heavy and wavy, spilling past her shoulders as she bends to press her lips against his cheek, where her hand had been moments before. )

Thank you.

( She murmurs, not wanting the hiss of a whisper, and if a tear or two escaped her blinking eyes, she doesn't pay them heed as she straightens back up. There is important business to attend to, between an ill angel and a dead-but-not-gone girl. )

How long will you be like this?

[senseandcecilbility]

[His eyes widen, his cheeks turning dark red, surprisingly more at her gratitude than the display of affection. She shouldn't be so grateful for something like this. Kevin, of all people, knows how hard it is to keep important secrets from those one loves the most.]

Not too long...I-It has never happened before, but I think...

[He is not going to die. He doesn't think so. Not when young master still needs him, and Britain is still waiting somewhere beyond his reach. He tries to raise his hand to touch her tears. She could use his support right now, but he has so little to offer her. It seems he is doomed to fail at every single one of his duties, just like that tiny demon implied not so long ago.]

[crocodilesmiles]

Yeah, well, I don't think anyone's tried to wipe out the whole island.

( She says, managing a crooked smile. She can swallow past the tears; most of the threat of them she blinks away, tired of the other crying she's done lately. )

You haven't gone through the World Wars yet, or I'd ask how those were for you. Um... I think we'll need you moved. It's too cold here, you should rest and drink plenty of fluids and have something to eat, maybe broth? Not right now, but when you're more -- um. Not transparent.

[senseandcecilbility]

World Wars? World Wars? G-good Lord, Collette!

[You should prepare me first for this sort of news, young lady.]

I-I believe sister Rosette is...searching for a proper..huh. [Hiding place? He offers her another warm smile.] I...I do not believe this station is rich on proper anything, do you?

But I would welcome the company.

[crocodilesmiles]

There was no particularly good lord during either of those, from what I hear.

( She gives his hand a squeeze, not terribly apologetic for the bad joke. )

I don't think Exsilium in any way is rich on proper whatsits and dohickies. If you don't mind me waiting with you until she comes back... I'd like that.

( Still might call people on your feathery butt, angel, if you take a turn for the worse! )

[senseandcecilbility]

[That was indeed, a terrible joke, but Kevin, being Kevin, smiles all the same. Besides, if he smiles enough, Collette will relax and not call anyone on his feathery butt. ]

Thank you for staying…though you are probably uncomfortable in this temperature, aren’t you? [He gives the crystalized ceiling an accusing frown.] They…should have been gone by now.

[He focus whatever is left of his powers on the walls, but no, the crystals are pretty much stuck.]

[crocodilesmiles]

What exactly are they?

( She asks, looking up and around the room. )

They're kind of pretty. ( She doesn't sound entirely sure. )

[senseandcecilbility]

They are...mhm...ordinary crystals. White quartzes, to be more precise. I fear I might have summoned a protective barrier by accident.

[It was the instinctive thing to do, considering the massive attack his senses and people were enduring at the time, but Kevin prefers to keep the grisly details to himself.]

[crocodilesmiles]

They're probably really pretty when the lights are on properly.

( Another hint of a smile; after all they've said proper isn't part of the function of this place. )

How do they protect things? I know diamond's hard, but I didn't think crystal was all that hard itself.

[senseandcecilbility]

[Proper light… He is reminded of how he sneaked a few sunrays to benefit a very bleak Mister Break, and is a little surprised to find out he doesn’t feel particularly guilty about his mischief. ]

It is a defense against malicious magic. Ordinary crystals have magical and spiritual properties.

[crocodilesmiles]

Oh.

( She considers the crystals. )

Science isn't much of a magic, though, is it?

[senseandcecilbility]

[He too considers the crystals]

Now you are talking like my young master.

[crocodilesmiles]

( She snorts softly, lips quirking up in a grin. )

It just seems like you'd need more than a crystal to guard against people's destructive capabilities. Not just humans, either.

( Good as humanity is at hurting itself, it's not the only thing that can, or does. )

[senseandcecilbility]

...That is also true.

[He is not likely to comment on what would be needed.]

[crocodilesmiles]

What would help?

( ... asked idly, following the train of protective thoughts. What stops destruction? )

[senseandcecilbility]

[The answer on the tip of his tongue is: humanity stopping making terrible decisions.]

...A miracle.

[crocodilesmiles]

( Collette snorts, shaking her head. )

Just that? Well. It'll be solved in no time! Only...

( she reflects, less playful now. )

Only that's part of why we can stand against the other things out there in the universe. Maybe that's why we need to be this way. Capable of the worst of things, and capable of the best, too. If we have the chance.

( Why say this around an angel? She's not sure. Unstudied as she is in the particulars of Christian faith, television and film at least spreads the idea that angels are probably as exasperated by mankind as mankind is, let alone as the monotheistic Lord God Above seemed to be. )

[senseandcecilbility]

...

I fear you will not succeed at persuading my kind that doing bad things is an adequate survival strategy. [Well, Lucifer would probably agree, but that one has abandoned the ship a long time ago. And Michael loves babbling about survival of the fittest, but he was all for the deluge.] Two thirds of this world have become inhabitable based on this principle.

[crocodilesmiles]

( She reaches out to gently tweak his nose. )

That's not how I meant it, and you know that!

[senseandcecilbility]

...

[He attempts to waves at her, grumpily.]

[crocodilesmiles]

( She snorts, giving him a half smile. )

Real strong defense there, feathers.

[senseandcecilbility]

[He cannot help but smile himself.]

[crocodilesmiles]

( Still holding his hand, she makes an awkward, stilted, and above all slow move to lie down next to him, pressed against his side. She figures it's one way to help sorta spread warmth -- granted, that's hoping each time Caesar complained about her being hot was actually somewhat valid, and not just him being him.

(She suspects it's at least partly true.) )

Will they ever fade? Or will they stay until you can make them go away?

( She means the crystals. Glancing back up at them now, she smiles. )

It's a little like an inside sky right now.

[senseandcecilbility]

[The warmth is very welcome, even if the situation itself is terribly embarrassing.]

I...I am not quite sure. This has never happened before.

[crocodilesmiles]

( it very likely can only get worse after all, there is always the inevitability that arises with Break. Collette hums under her breath, considering, )

Can I keep some if it doesn't?