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Post by michael on Dec 31, 2008 20:14:49 GMT -1
Every archangel needs a break sometimes, and well Michael is one of those that needs one. So here he is sitting in the Myth bar, having himself a drink. He is sitting at the bar, his wings totally hidden underneath his black trenchcoat, a white shirt halfway unbuttoned, his blond hair slicked back from his face. His pants are a pair of jeans so he would look like he is like everyone else. Underneath the trenchcoat the wings folded until there were no wings. That is when he takes off the trenchcoat and just set it on the chair then sat back down. He wondered if any of the other angels would be in here since he can't be the only one. A couple of men and women walked by and each of them he gave them a smile but he isn't in the mood as of yet for a mortal to talk to.
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Post by Gabriel on Dec 31, 2008 20:46:38 GMT -1
Gabriel wasn't sure why he had come to this place, he usually wasn't much for being around adult humans. They rankled him to no end, with all their arrogance and misplaced beliefs. He was content with tutoring the babes still in the womb, giving them the direction they would need on earth. They were innocent of any crimes, innocent of any wrong doing, that could not be said of their adult counter parts.
Gabriel stood outside the pub and looked up at the sign, Myth, well what better place for an angel to habitate. They had mostly become myth in this day and age, of course their were those that saw them, and those that believed but they were harder and harder to find. Something drew Gabriel to swing open the door and enter the den of iniquity before him.
As soon as he entered he knew what had pulled at him so strongly, Michael. He was here, Gabriel strode into the Pub and not missing a beat walked up to the table where Michael had settled himself. "Hello my brother. It is good to see you." Gabriel took a scan of the room and had to stifle the urge to snort in derision at the people lounging around inside these walls.
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