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[weary-justice.livejournal.com]

Date: December 4
Status: Private (Raguel, Uriel, Bast)
Setting: Uriel's room
Summary: Questions



Raguel passed the hours between dawn and evening by exploring the building, doing his best to stay clear of the other habitants for the time being. It was very strange to feel demonic and angelic presences existing together so, in such apparent complacence. He was well aware of the Antichrist’s rules regarding coexistence, but the underlying feelings of animosity were much less than what he had expected.

Strange too were the other presences in the manor; humans, so bright against his mind, the ‘gods’, more elusive and hard to pin-down, and the horsemen, dimmer still. Yes, even they were here. Raguel wondered what that meant.

At the appointed hour he came and stood in front of to the door to Uriel’s room.

Comments

[bipolar-uriel.livejournal.com]

((I assume you meant 'speak', not 'sleep'...))

"I do hope this will not lead to anything like Michael's," Uriel sighed. "It was bad enough bad then, to everyone."

She smiled in relief at Raguel's next comment. "Good."

[weary-justice.livejournal.com]

((Hehe. Yes.))

Raguel nodded noncommittally. "I will be seeing you," he said cooly. "May He bless you, Uriel."

[bipolar-uriel.livejournal.com]

Uriel nodded. "May the Presence be with you, Raguel," she responded.