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Post by Gabriel on Oct 2, 2008 14:25:10 GMT -1
He walked slowly into the place of worship, looking around at its walls and ceiling, the only thing humans were good for, was to build house to the Lord, the only one good thing Gabriel thought humans were good for....He walked along the benches, now that some were staring at him, even in human form he always got attention from the crowd, for he never wanted to look to human, the thought of being so nearly made him sick, if he had a stomach....
He looked around the place, and saw some people praying, a woman and a man, a very young couple at that...now that was odd in this day and age....he searched their minds just slightly, and found that they were praying for different reasons...he was praying that he could be forgiven by god for cheating on his wife, and she was praying that his wife didn't find out....oooo how humans could be so easily tempted by flesh...
He began to laugh at them and it was more out of mocking than anything else....he was here to make contact to other beings of his kind..and he hoped that he was not disopointed...
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Post by faust on Oct 2, 2008 18:52:04 GMT -1
"Then one of them said to his mate,
'Where shall we our breakfast take?'
With a down, derry derry derry down, down..."
Aharah smiled to himself. It seemed that he was remembering more and more of that one song as he went. All he had to do was focus, and the words started coming back. Thank goodness; he was starting to think his memory was failing him. Wouldn't that be a laugh, an immortal creature with that disease the humans called Alzheimer's!
He found himself back at the cathedral, in all its quaint glory. Now why was he back here? More importantly, why was he never here during Mass, where he could at the very least catch a snatch of song. Ah, he missed the choir so much at that moment!
Oh, and speaking of choirs... Aharah caught the strange impression that he should know the person in the room. For the second time he saw a bizarrely familiar face in the same church. How very wonderful; just who could it be this time? "Morning, children of God. Are we all happy today?"
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Post by ~Xandrael~ on Oct 3, 2008 20:14:46 GMT -1
From across the street, Xandrael gazed at the cathedral, a stray whisper of a smile playing softly across its lips. With hands deep in the pockets of its trenchcoat, it stood still and closed its eyes, opening its mind gently.
Energies, brilliant and familiar, emanated from within the cathedral. Opening its eyes, and closing its mind, the smile faded from its lips as an etching fades upon a stone.
Easily, and without incident, Xandrael crossed the street. It ascended the stairs, passing through the door and feeling the auras wash over it like a wave. Its quiet steps moved across the the foyer at the entrance.
It stopped just behind the pews, standing and watching the others from the back. Removing a hand from its pocket, it slid its gloved fingers across the smooth wood of the pew. There were not such things in Heaven. Angels did not sit.
Glancing at Gabriel, Xandrael wondered what warranted such an important messenger.
As for the throne, well, it was amusing.
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Post by Gabriel on Oct 19, 2008 17:00:19 GMT -1
Gabriel just looked at the crowd he could feel others coming, he knew he would attract attention on some kind, and well the company of other angels was Gabriels only comfort in this god forsaken garden..
He could feel them coming there was two of them, he did not need to look upon their faces to see who they were, for he knew all of gods perfect children well..he just smiled and nodded at teh other two angels, he gave them call for them to come closer..
He really wanted to be with his own kind...
"Please come...." he beckond to them, but his voice did hold a certain comand to it, for he was close to god, and well it sort of rubbed off or so he thought..
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Post by ~Xandrael~ on Oct 19, 2008 21:29:25 GMT -1
Xandrael felt the call, but was a bit reluctant to answer. It was not exactly on the best terms with Gabriel...or any of the Seraphim for that matter.
The Seraphim, who had given the angel a task, one that it had performed well...until it no longer did. The Seraphim, who had stripped it of its position and given it to someone else. The Seraphim, who thought very little of the subversive angel of reflection.
There were no hard feelings, at least not on Xandrael's part...
It sighed, feeling the longing in Gabriel's heart. It thought so little of Earth and its inhabitants, while Xandrael found it all so fascinating. There wasn't much in common between them but their angelic heritage.
Sighing, it moved from behind the last pew, walking down the aisle with careful, almost quiet steps, it's gloved hands slipping into its pockets.
It reached the altar, looking up at the crucifix and the religious imagery. Turning, it faced Gabriel, eyes meeting. It was silent as it bowed its head, showing respect for the higher-ranking angel.
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