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Friday, 18 June 2010 18:48
[identity profile] jarodrussel.livejournal.com posting in [community profile] lt_safe_house
Time: 10 May, early evening
Place: On the road outside the manor
Status: Public
Summary: Another new guest


For the past few days, Jarod had been drifting. He had completed his self-imposed mission on this island and gone looking for something else to strike his fancy. For a hint of another place where injustice had been done and needed someone to right it.. However, nothing had caught his attention just yet, and so he had aimlessly wandered. taking whatever train looked promising, letting himself be taken along in a car or truck for a few hours, then walking a bit.

Soon he came to realise that no matter how randomly he tried to pick his direction, he always ended up moving towards the same area.

It was almost as if some invisible force was calling out to him. He had never quite experienced anything like it.

Well, that was as good a thing to investigate as any.

He was in no particular hurry, though, and so it took him another two days to finally arrive at the place that seemed to exude that pull.

The small town was named Lower Tadfield. On the way, he had seen that there also was an Upper Tadfield, and he had passed an airbase. He smiled in fond memory of flying one of those jets, followed by the not so fond memory of crashing a plane on an island with a blizzard coming up. That he had survived that hat been sheer dumb luck, nothing else. Someone had claimed god had watched over him. He laughed at that.

Now that he was here, he had to decide what to do. He was quite aware that he wasn't looking all that respectable right now. He was wearing leather pants of the kind motorcycle riders often used, knee-high boots and a scuffed leather jacket over a bleached-out t-shirt that had at some point been blue. He carried smarter clothes in the bag over his shoulder, but before he put on a suit he really should take a shower. And shave. And wash his hair.

Not too long back he had come across a man whose motorcycle had broken down. He had helped him fix the thing and in exchange been taken along the last forty miles, almost all the way to Lower Tadfield. But now he had motor oil onhis jacket, on his t-shirt and in his hair. He had not crossed a mirror since then, but he had an idea that there might be some on his face, too.

So, what he needed was a place to get clean and change into proper clothes. A cheap hotel might have done the trick, but it appeared that Lower Tadfield had no such thing.

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Date: Monday, 5 July 2010 03:16 (UTC)
From: [identity profile] angelofawesome.livejournal.com
"But I was booooooored," Michael whined, and he finally let his wings unfurl to ease the pain of keeping them hidden. "And now I want to know what's wrong with him. He's wrong. Maybe he ate the real one and that's why we can sense Him?"

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Date: Monday, 5 July 2010 03:37 (UTC)
cattygabriel: (Thoughtful)
From: [personal profile] cattygabriel
"I'll... read to you later or something. Or bring Earl Grey by." Gabriel smacked Michael - very lightly - on the arm. "He is the Christ. I'm sure of it."

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Date: Monday, 5 July 2010 03:51 (UTC)
From: [identity profile] halosphere.livejournal.com
Raphael watched everything with sheer amusement. This was the Son! He may be mostly cut off from the Presence but he knew the Son of his Creator when he felt him. He could also sense the discomfort and nerves in the boy. Finally, deciding Michael and Gabriel had it handled, he decided it would be best to leave before he caused any more trouble that would ripple into further incidents. It would not be good if the Savior of the world complained to His Father about him.

With a humble bow to the Son and a nod to his brothers (actually Michael got a "you're supposed to be in bed" glare) he moved quietly back into the manor.

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Date: Monday, 5 July 2010 06:59 (UTC)
cattygabriel: (Amused)
From: [personal profile] cattygabriel
Gabriel insulted Michael on a regular basis, but he was rarely too pleased about others - besides those close to them - insulting him, so it was probably a good thing Jarod hadn't said anything. Even if He was the Son.

He gestured to the door. "Do come inside, Lord. You can clean up and have something to eat." Frowning slightly at his expression, Gabriel added, "Are You alright?"

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Date: Monday, 5 July 2010 07:16 (UTC)
From: [identity profile] angelofawesome.livejournal.com
Michael shook his head as he looked the boy over more. "This isn't Him," he told Gabriel. "I'll ask Heaven about it, because this one's broken. Surely Father will be able to explain everything, at least hopefully to me. This one's definitely not as good as He was. Now if you'll excuse me, I have a walk to get on."

He strode past them, spreading his six wings so they could get some sunlight, trying to ignore that weird fake Christ.

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Date: Monday, 5 July 2010 07:24 (UTC)
cattygabriel: (Tense)
From: [personal profile] cattygabriel
"Excuse me, Lord," Gabriel said to Jarod, running after Michael.

"Michael, you really shouldn't be out here yet. How's your chest?" He reached up to the Warrior's chest, touching the bandages lightly.

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Date: Monday, 5 July 2010 07:28 (UTC)
From: [identity profile] angelofawesome.livejournal.com
Michael shrugged. "Not bad," he admitted. "The wounds are all healed, the only residual effects I'm getting are from blood loss. Although now there's that kid and he's rubbing my aura the wrong way, because it should be Him, but it's not..." He grimaced and sighed. "Ugh. This place is nuts, Gabriel, it really is."

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Date: Monday, 5 July 2010 07:44 (UTC)
cattygabriel: (with wings out)
From: [personal profile] cattygabriel
Gabriel took hold of his arm. "I'm bringing you back to bed before you faint. Trust me, you're not easy to carry."

He turned at Jarod's question, looking faintly amused. "Our Father likely wouldn't mind. We've been in worse states, especially Michael. Raphael normally heals him, but he can't at the moment."

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Date: Monday, 5 July 2010 08:17 (UTC)
From: [identity profile] safehouse-guest.livejournal.com
Mary looked up at the man, raising an eyebrow slightly at his appearance. "Good evening, sir, and welcome to Tadfield Manor! I'm going to need your real name in full if you would like a room here." She didn't know who he was - did he have any odd powers? - and the grime wasn't helping. "Some of the other guests might seem a bit odd at first but I'm sure you'll get used to the place in no time."

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Date: Monday, 5 July 2010 08:34 (UTC)
From: [identity profile] safehouse-guest.livejournal.com
Oh dear. A psychiatrist?

She smiled up at him. "You might have gotten the wrong place, dear. This was a hospital many years ago but it's been a hotel for over twenty years." She frowned. "About twenty-four, now, I think? My memory's going, I'm afraid, though really I'm nowhere near as old as I should be for that to happen."

Then again, if he was a normal human and a paying guest, they did need some of those around to afford all the immortals' rooms. "You could always stay here for a while to rest and clean up while you're looking for the right place, though."

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Date: Monday, 5 July 2010 08:57 (UTC)
From: [identity profile] safehouse-guest.livejournal.com
Oh dear, he'd seen Gabriel and Michael, and probably Raphael; she'd seen all of them going past. They really should keep their wings in, but considering their condition, the poor things didn't have much choice at the moment. Honestly, leave for a few days and you came back to find chaos.

"Oh, those three," she laughed, wondering why he didn't seem more fazed. Perhaps he wasn't entirely human either, after all. "They're rather odd in their own way; they've travelled a lot and know just about everyone, especially in Gabriel's case - he's the one with black hair. Well, the rooms on the first floor are the most spacious. The ones on the second floor are slightly smaller but they're also closer to the library, on the same floor - Gabriel's the librarian, by the way - and there are mansard rooms on the third floor with some lovely views."

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Date: Monday, 5 July 2010 09:09 (UTC)
From: [identity profile] safehouse-guest.livejournal.com
Now for the question that would definitely get her funny looks, especially since this one was a psychiatrist. "You are human, aren't you?"

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Date: Monday, 5 July 2010 09:22 (UTC)
From: [identity profile] safehouse-guest.livejournal.com
Well, if he was going to stay here, he'd find out sooner or later.

"Dr. Russell, dear, we have a lot of guests, and all of them pass themselves off as human most of the time. Most of them aren't, though. You've already seen three of the angels, and there are demons around too, though they'd probably avoid you just because of your profession, the poor dears. There are gods, and immortals, and others who weren't very specific. I'm just running the Manor, but the one in charge is Adam - he was such an adorable baby, him and his toesie-woesies - and his rule is that those with powers cannot use them to harm the town or anyone in it or the surrounding area. He does love Lower Tadfield so." Her smile was rather fond; it had been so pleasant to see the Antichrist as a grown man, after having held him as a baby.

"And no fighting, too. You get free rooms in return for following those rules."

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Date: Monday, 5 July 2010 09:41 (UTC)
From: [identity profile] safehouse-guest.livejournal.com
"Adam's not here at the moment, dear," Mary responded, filling in the necessary paperwork. "He turns up when he feels like it, and if you like I can tell him you wish to speak with him. And you'll have to pay for the room, I'm afraid."

She laughed at the last bit. "I should hope so! Most of them would be far more powerful than you are and have weapons. You might even see a couple of them training, every now and then." She handed him the key to 310 and a little sign to hang on the door. "A lot of our guests value their privacy, so if you wish Rose to clean your room, just leave the sign on the door knob."

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Date: Monday, 5 July 2010 10:02 (UTC)
From: [identity profile] safehouse-guest.livejournal.com
"Rose Heerkens. She's a lovely young American girl who came here as a guest, and the poor dear was rather short of money and wanted a job. Admirable work ethic, really." Mary smiled fondly again. She'd be sad to see Rose leave eventually. "She does the cleaning, and takes over the reception desk sometimes too."

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