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Date: March 15, 2003 (?)
Status: Public (Uriel, Gabriel) - Complete
Setting: Library
Summary: Uriel finally makes it out of his room and seeks company.


Uriel... wasn't entirely sure why it had taken so long for him to first emerge from his room. Of course, he'd felt the arrivals. All those bright little stars of Presence, and the voids that marked demonic beings... yet he'd remained in his room, meticulously painting over the previously white walls, unable to stop until he was satisfied with his work.

Now, though, he was done. Looking about the previously blank room with satisfaction, he folded his paint-stained wings. He didn't put them out of sight, though, simply folded them in enough that they weren't sweeping against the walls as he walked to the window to let all the paint fumes out. They would have probably been quite insufferable if he'd bothered to breathe.

Now. First order of things... to find others. Preferably other angels. Not that he had anything against demons, of course, but he did prefer the company of angels... if only because angels generally tolerated him better than demons. Besides, if his sense of the Presence didn't entirely betray him, the Manor now held more archangels than just himself. It would be merely courteous to seek them out, if nothing else.

With this in mind, he exited his room, heading down the corridor. There had been a library around here somewhere, hadn't there? If he didn't find angels there... well, at least he was sure he'd find something. And if he didn't, well, he'd just have to look elsewhere.

Now. Mission: Find the library.

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[cattygabriel]

Gabriel caught the mirror and made it vanish, before passing a hand over his face to erase the moustache as well.

"I think you looked better with a moustache," he joked, standing up, feeling his powers take care of all remaining lightheadedness. "Mere children, Uriel? Children are often the ones who are closest to Him, in their innocence and love."

There was still a feather clinging to Uriel's hair; he reached out and removed it, pocketing it carefully. It wouldn't do for angel feathers to be left lying about.

"We? I thought I was the one who crashed into a tree, although I'm touched by your solidarity." It felt so absurd, even as he said it. The great Messenger, crashing into a tree. He hoped Uriel wouldn't mention it to anyone else. "I have no objection to that, though, as long as we avoid the trees." He spread his wings, shaking off the leaves clinging to them. "No racing this time?"

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"Of course, of course. I didn't mean to belittle them for the good of their hearts, merely that they are rarely considered mature; in fact, they are generally the exact opposite thereof. It is perhaps the very same state of lack of understanding that causes both their innocence and their immaturity." He shrugged. "And we, as I might remind, are not children. Our purity and love is quite different in origin, and thus we also have quite different standards of maturity to meet."

He tilted his head to the side, smiling a bit. "Well, I could have certainly said it was merely your own mistake," he said, "but I didn't feel it would have been ultimately fair. After all, both of us were racing; I was merely slightly more fortunate with my landing." He spread his wings as well, stretching them out, the feathers glistening in the sunlight. "...Agreed. Racing might indeed be a bad idea."

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[cattygabriel]

Gabriel nodded. "True. But every now and then, it can be freeing to let that maturity drop very briefly, to just have fun. You seemed to enjoy it yourself."

His lips twitched. "Slightly." He pressed his fingers to his forehead lightly to get rid of the bruise.

The wing picked up, ruffling their feathers, and he smiled, holding out a hand to Uriel, preparing himself to take off. "Well, what are you waiting for?"