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exsiliumlogs2013-10-01 10:22 pm
senseandcecilbility) wrote in exsiliumlogs2013-10-01 10:22 pm
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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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( 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! )
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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.]
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( She asks, looking up and around the room. )
They're kind of pretty. ( She doesn't sound entirely sure. )
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[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.]
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( 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.
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It is a defense against malicious magic. Ordinary crystals have magical and spiritual properties.
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( She considers the crystals. )
Science isn't much of a magic, though, is it?
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Now you are talking like my young master.
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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. )
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[He is not likely to comment on what would be needed.]
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( ... asked idly, following the train of protective thoughts. What stops destruction? )
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...A miracle.
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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. )
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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.
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That's not how I meant it, and you know that!
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[He attempts to waves at her, grumpily.]
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Real strong defense there, feathers.
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(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.
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I...I am not quite sure. This has never happened before.
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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?
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...If you wish.
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( For a theoretical that might never exist. Nonetheless, she falls quiet afterward.
If long enough passes with no one coming by, she'll end up drifting into a half-asleep state. )
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