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Date: December 26, 1999
Setting: The Lobby
Status: Public (Complete)
Summary: Raphael brings home a slightly odd pet.
For having met with a man who experimented with the demonic, was constantly on morphine and tended to smell like death in general, Raphael felt that their meeting hadn't gone too badly. There had been tea and cookies and a tree even. Faust VIII was a strange doctor, but a doctor at heart who (though extremely unorthodox) did tend to work towards a somewhat mutual goal. And deep down, Raphael felt that he was, at his core, a rather decent man whom he'd missed more than he cared to admit.
Dr. Strange had been right to suggest patching things up.
He had not anticipated, however, Faust's insistence upon giving him a 'Christmas gift' beyond his hospitality - no pun intended. When Raphael intimated his concerns about the tensions surrounding him, Faust insisted upon giving him a 'companion' to help look after the ward, deliver messages, guard what needed watching and serve as a supernatural companion.
Raphael looked down at the necromanced bone dog in his arms and sighed. He really couldn't have refused...
Then the dog began barking.
"Be quiet Frankensteiny," Raphael said, shushing him and walking towards his quarters as quickly as possible. "I don't want anyone knowing you're here before they have to..."
Setting: The Lobby
Status: Public (Complete)
Summary: Raphael brings home a slightly odd pet.
For having met with a man who experimented with the demonic, was constantly on morphine and tended to smell like death in general, Raphael felt that their meeting hadn't gone too badly. There had been tea and cookies and a tree even. Faust VIII was a strange doctor, but a doctor at heart who (though extremely unorthodox) did tend to work towards a somewhat mutual goal. And deep down, Raphael felt that he was, at his core, a rather decent man whom he'd missed more than he cared to admit.
Dr. Strange had been right to suggest patching things up.
He had not anticipated, however, Faust's insistence upon giving him a 'Christmas gift' beyond his hospitality - no pun intended. When Raphael intimated his concerns about the tensions surrounding him, Faust insisted upon giving him a 'companion' to help look after the ward, deliver messages, guard what needed watching and serve as a supernatural companion.
Raphael looked down at the necromanced bone dog in his arms and sighed. He really couldn't have refused...
Then the dog began barking.
"Be quiet Frankensteiny," Raphael said, shushing him and walking towards his quarters as quickly as possible. "I don't want anyone knowing you're here before they have to..."
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"We should not question His deeds or reasons, Raphael," he said quietly. "He has wisdom and knowledge that goes far beyond that of ours. We're not even supposed to know his reasons. What we know is that he is merciful but will waste no mercy for unrepenting sinners.
"When did I say it is your duty to return Michael's feelings? Never. But, like I said before, there is such a thing as gentle rejection. There is some difference between not returning his feelings and calling him a disgusting abomination. It is not your fault if he's hurt because you don't love him the way he loves you, but you are indeed the one to blame if you express the state of your feelings in such a hurting way."
Raphael's step away from him was like a blow. "I don't see why war is necessary, either," he said. "However, I do not question His will. And I advise that you don't, either -- it does not end well." With an even quieter voice, he added, "It never ends well."
Then, Uriel turned away and walked off in search of Crowley. However, he couldn't completely shake away the odd feeling of dread that had fallen upon him.
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It didn't seem good enough.
"Come along, Frankie," he sighed, retreating to his quarters to read the new pet some James Herriot.