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Post by michael on Dec 29, 2008 18:56:17 GMT -1
A figure of a man wearing all in white, the wings spread out behind him, walked through the garden. It is a clear and beautiful night, with the moon shining above his head as if making out his head like a golden halo. He stopped to look up at this sky with the stars so clear and bright. He smiled and then looked back towards the roses and other flowers. Michael continued walking on until he spots a bench nearby then sat down. The Archangel hardly had any time to relax, since he had a lot to do on his agenda from God Himself. So its not normal for him to have some time for himself. But knowing what is to come, there never is.
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Post by Vincent Reed on Dec 29, 2008 19:18:52 GMT -1
Vincent found himself in the garden not because he had to be there, but because he wanted to be. It was just a trip on a whim and it was obvious that there was no other explanation but for him being there. He was walking through the gardens when he sensed something. Something he hadn't sensed in such a long time, if fhe ever had... it was familiar but not quite familiar at the same time. Not too much longer later, he saw a vision in white (not that he was falling in love, but that was the only way he could describe it) sitting on a bench. It was the source of the feeling.
He walked over and nodded towards the person, "Do you mind if I join you?" Without even waiting for an aswer he sat down on the bench. He didn't sit back but sat on the edge of the bench, leaning over his knees and looking across the walkway from himself and the stranger. As much as he hated talking to someone new like this, he knew that there was something about this person that he felt like he needed to talk to them.
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Post by michael on Dec 29, 2008 19:35:14 GMT -1
Michael watched the young man walking towards him and sitting down beside him, without any word he nodded his head and allowed the man to do so. Then he finally spoke. "Not at all please do," the Archangel spoke, his voice filled with calm and sincerity and the type of voice that could have a mortal close their eyes and smile. It is a relaxing type of voice. The voice only God would love. "I believe I know your name, do I?" he asked. "I think I saw you before but I can't figure if I did. I think you would know my name." Of course all people would know would they?
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Post by Vincent Reed on Dec 30, 2008 2:16:03 GMT -1
Vincent sat, attempting to figure out what this person meant asking if they knew his name. Vincent would remember if he had met this person before, but at the same time he seemed to know so much about them. After a while it washed over Vincent like a bright light, he knew that the person sitting next to him was an angel, it was the only way to explain a feeling so familiar and yet so foreign at the same time... but who he was he still didn't know.
"I am not quite sure I know who you are," Vincent said quietly, his voice was nothing like the one that came out of the angel's mouth, his was much harsher, so much more human. He looked at the person. "I figure you're an angel, but that's about as much as I can tell. As for myself, you may know me, but I know not why. My name is Vincent."
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Post by michael on Dec 30, 2008 21:38:07 GMT -1
"A pleasure to meet you, Vincent. I think I've heard of you. As for me, I am the archangel Michael," he spoke, his voice filled with the heavenly tone. As for Vincent he didn't seem to mind of how he spoke since he is a different specie but what kind? He wonders about that. Perhaps he could tell him more about himself. "I know its a surprise to see me down here since I am known to just be up beside the Lord," he added with a bow of his head, "but He has said to me if I like I could come down to His Earth. However, not too happy at some humans with what they are doing. So tell me about yourself."
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Post by Vincent Reed on Jan 1, 2009 0:56:11 GMT -1
Archangel, huh? That's pretty impressive, it's not often that a person runs into an archangel. Not everyone runs into an archangel on a trip to the gardens and of course Vincent wasn't like everyone else. It was peculiar that Michael said he may have heard of Vincent before. In the larger scale of things, Vincent didn't matter any more than any other human, so why would an archangel have heard of him? Maybe they kept close eyes on fallens and in turn nephilim, maybe that was how he had heard of Vincent.
"What is there to tell about myself?" Vincent asked, "I don't find myself all that interesting, especially compared to a dissatisfied archangel. My name's Vincent, I'm male. I'm actually a lot older than I look. I enjoy long pensive walks and I have a few novels published," Vincent joked. He didn't really know what the archangel wanted to know. "Or did you want to hear that I'm a Nephilim?"
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