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[weary-justice.livejournal.com]

Date: December 4
Status: Public
Setting: The Manor Lobby
Summary: Raguel arrives at the manor



By the time Raguel reached the manor he felt that he had mostly mastered the complicated art of walking. He’d cracked his brow neatly into pavement the first time he’d stepped from rain-damp grass onto a road, not realizing that he had learned to walk compensating for a slick surface beneath the soles of his feet. The pain had been… distracting, and so he’d silenced it with a thought, but it hadn’t occurred to him to do something about the cut above his right eyebrow.

It took him a moment to figure out how to open a door but after a few seconds of reflection he managed it and found himself stepping into the lobby of the building. Those with the ability to recognize him would know that he had arrived; he hadn’t done anything special to announce himself, but then he didn’t really need to.

Comments

[weary-justice.livejournal.com]

The Antichrist. Well, Raguel supposed that was to be expected.

“Hello Adam Young,” he answered politely. “Thank you. I am. I do find manipulating a corporeal body rather more difficult in practice than in theory, however.” His gaze was frank and unconcerned in its appraisal of the being before him. Whatever thoughts flickered behind his new face did not mark it.

[average-adam.livejournal.com]

"Well," said Adam, "people usu'ly have more time to get used to it. And I only ask 'cause you're bleedin'." He pointed to Raguel's forehead.

[weary-justice.livejournal.com]

“That is true.”

Raguel put a hand to his brow and his hand came away sticky with red and damp with water. “Oh,” he replied, in a tone that said how strange. “I am also dripping all over your floor.” The puddle that had accumulated beneath him to run backwards up over his feet and back into the sodden legs of his trousers where it evaporated properly a moment later. The cut stopped bleeding.

[average-adam.livejournal.com]

The boy smiled. "That's one way to do it, I guess."

Then he glanced over his shoulder and grew serious again. "Uriel can assign you a room and you're welcome to stay as long as you like. But nobody hurts anybody 'round here, no matter what their orders, or they've gotta talk to me. You only get one warnin'."

[weary-justice.livejournal.com]

Raguel’s eyes flickered.

“I understand,” he said. Neutrally. An interesting idea. “I have not come to cause trouble. I simply wish to look after my own.”

And this was true, as far as it went. And Raguel knew that Adam knew it.

“Thank you for your hospitality.”

[average-adam.livejournal.com]

"Well, I'm lookin' after 'em, too," said Adam with a curt nod. "See you 'round."

[weary-justice.livejournal.com]

“In your fashion,” Raguel replied. He negotiated the muscles in his neck into returning the nod, somewhat less sharply. “But I do understand.” He paused for a long moment and then added, awkwardly. “See you.”