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Date: May 2, 2003, morning
Place: Trilby's room, third floor
Status: Public (Trilby, Raphael)
Summary: Trilby wakes up.


The young man at the workbench looked at the object before him with a triumphant smile. He had a good feeling about this prototype. It was one thing to build a grappling hook gun; it was another to reduce it to this size, with all the little add-ons that he needed... All he had to do now was name it.

A noise from across the room made him look up. A pale stranger was standing in the workroom. "You have given a great service to Dream of the Endless," he said...


Some time later—it was hard to say, his internal clock must have gone out for lunch—he woke up. Someone had thrown the curtains open and the morning light hurt his eyes. It was difficult to discern that much, though, every muscle in his body hurt. His skull seemed two sizes too small for his head.

All in all, Trilby felt as if he had been thrown headfirst into a waterspout. Which, broadly (broadly) speaking, was close enough to the truth.

"Hmm," he said to the ceiling. His voice was annoyingly faint. "Am I dead?"

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Trilby sighed. "I know," he said, and he did. Once he said he wouldn't, the angel was as likely to run off and abandon him as he was to step on a puppy. "I appreciate it. But what were you lead here by?"

[halosphere.livejournal.com]

"Honestly, I am not quite sure," he admitted. "I just know that as I was walking through Lower Tadfield this was the direction I was supposed to go. Then I came here and..." He waved a hand, as if trying to pluck the words he was searching for from the sky. He finally just shrugged. "Joe found me outside catching my discorporation. The rest was a bit of a blur, I'm afraid." Except for the nughtmares, he added silently. Those were as vivid as if it had happened hours ago. Which, technically...

"My brothers are here as well," he continued. "Gabriel and Michael." Who were injured and weary... But alive. Oh thank Father they were alive...

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Trilby nodded slowly. "I see. Thank you, I won't press you with more questions for now. Feel free to use anything in here to patch yourself up." He looked pointedly at the mess of Raphael's wings.

He paused and worked his jaw for a moment, as if he was unused to the shape of his next words. How often did he actually express gratitude to anyone? Sincerely and unmarred with some smart remark? Not bloody often. "I owe you," he said at last. "Both for this and for last night. If you ever find yourself in need, call me and I'll do what I can."

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"You don't owe me a thing," he smiled gently. He rose to dim the lights and close the curtains. He needed to rest. "Just sleep now, I'll make sure nothing happens to you." Something in his tone suggested that if anything did try to come after him they wouldn't exist long to regret it.