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action; closed

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.)

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It's going to be okay.

[It's not that she knew, or really had any ideas, but she kept her belief that if she just pushed hard enough, the world would bend and part where she needed it to.]

We're going to make it okay.

[The angel manages to cover her hand with his own, lightly.]

There were...so many. You must be...upset too.

[He may or may not be able to feel that those hands are shaking.]

Worry about yourself for once, idiot!

[For all of the exasperation, her tone turns hesitant as she continues.]

Are you.... Is there any way I can help?

[He may have no idea where he is right now, or how long he has been unconscious, but he most certainly notices the tiny human's shaking hands. He tries to hold them more firmly, but that doesn't seem to be possible at this point. ]

I...was lucky. [Unlike the Exiles]... If it had been our London, I...[He forces himself to smile.] I need a little nap, that is all.

[He wouldn't mind some of that cheap brandy either.]

[She nods at that. He doesn't seem to be getting any worse, anyway. It's just whether there's any better...]

I'll help you get back to your room, then.

[He seems a little agitated by that suggestion]

I'm... I cannot...Shared rooms.

... It's gonna be really hard to keep this a secret, you know.

Maybe Sheryl has makeup...

...

[Did she just say make-up? He hopes not. Yes, he is probably delirious.]

[She pulls his arm over her shoulder and stands up with him. Shit son you are terribly light right now.]

There's probably open rooms still too... I'll see if anyone's home in my apartment first.

[He doesn't resist her, but still fails to take a step forward, blankly staring at his surroundings. On a good day, he would fret spectacularly about their close proximity, her excessive care, even the damn make-up, but he cannot focus, or perhaps he is too focused on all lives that have been shredded and scattered to the four winds.]

Sister...You should not trouble yourself with-

[An angel who has failed at every single one of his duties.]

[She shows no sign of letting go, in fact, shifts him so that she can support most of his weight.]

I can punch you, if it'll make you feel better.

It probably wont help though.

[Well, he manages to laugh a little at that, though the sound is cut short by a coughing fit.]

I... tremble at the prospect of experiencing... the power of your fists... once more. I...I will try to behave.

[One would assume he has no strength to try anything at this point, but Kevin is an ingenuous angel.]

Tremble huh?

Well, I could always use a new servant.

[A quick check into the first apartment set reveals an empty room. She hesitates a moment, considering going further down to their own, but another look at the angel...

She pulls him over to the bed.]

[Sometimes she really reminds him of Solomon. Kevin lies down, unresisting, becoming slightly more transparent, and then recovering some colors again.]

You would have to talk about that with my young master. I am not sure he is ready to fire me just yet.

Well before I decide to share you...

[She pulls a blanket off of one of the other bunks and wraps it over him.]

What's he like?

[He tugs at the blanket and thinks about it for a little while.]

Like a flame burning very brightly and intensely. He is...very young. It can be scary sometimes.

[Satisfied she'd done as much as she could think of, she settled on the side of his bed.]

He sounds like he's pretty strong willed. I bet you argue a lot.

[Satisfied at the fact that she is satisfied.]

That is quite true, though he is the one who does most of the arguing.

[Kevin mostly tries to prevent him from catching fire.]

[She grins at that.]

I'm finding that hard to believe. I mean, when you can even argue with someone as charming as I am...

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.

Hmm... that settles it, then~

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

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

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

[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.]

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.

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