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lt_safe_houseDate: March 3, 2003?
Place: Wherever on Earth, the Manor
Status: Public (Loki, Uriel - Complete)
Summary: Uriel arrives.
It was never going to get easier, was it.
One might have thought that after so many years, it would get easier to bear, but the truth was quite the opposite. Every time it happened, every time he saw yet another bond of Presence cut and fade as though it never existed, felt even worse than the ones before. Of course, he wouldn't let it show. He'd bear it with all his usual calmness, so what if some thought him heartless for his apparent lack of emotion. The truth was, though, that if he allowed himself to mourn every loss, he would eventually drive himself insane. It was too much for any one being to bear – and he didn't have to bear it, now did he? He was simply doing as instructed, doing the Lord's work. Surely He would also give him the strength to accomplish his task.
The fact remained, though, that at the moment he was still inwardly too shaken to return to Heaven.
Of course, by all logic returning would have made it all easier, but it wasn't so. For him, the Angel of Presence, there was little difference between Heaven and Earth; he could feel the Lord wherever he went. In Heaven, though, there would be other angels – a thousand, million reminders of something he'd just seen lost for Hell. He couldn't face that and appear calm just yet. He needed some time to gather himself.
The problem being, of course, that he had no idea where to go. He was hardly used to being down upon the Earth, more accustomed to the endless halls of Heaven; now, knowing he wasn't prepared to return just yet, Uriel found himself somewhat at a loss. Where on Earth could a lonely angel go and not need to worry about encounters with demons when he'd rather just get a moment's rest?
He wasn't sure exactly how long he wandered around; time on Earth seemed to pass so very differently from Heaven's endlessness. At some point, however, he started to feel a gentle pull towards a certain direction. He couldn't exactly describe it; it certainly wasn't the bond of Presence he felt at all times, but something else entirely. Whatever it was, he figured it was as good a lead as any, especially for an angel who was so unused to Earth it was all he could do to remember to disguise his robes and wings from mortal eyes.
As soon as he saw the manor, he knew that whatever had drawn him close was there.
Of course, he also immediately noticed some traces of the place's past; just like he could see the Presence, he could also see the lack of it. And while He was, in some way or form, everywhere, in places such as this there were certain… energies… that were opposing the Presence, for lack of a better phrase. It wasn't exactly the same as demonic auras, yet it was close enough for him to identify it for what it was.
Uriel, as it turned out, didn't care.
The somewhat peculiar thing about the Angel of Presence was that, as long as no hostile intentions were demonstrated, he made little difference between angels and demons. Some who knew of this said it was because he cared for none but Him, and thus considered every being just as insignificant; others yet said it was because Uriel, of all beings, knew exactly how fine a line lay between the two. Had anyone ever been bold enough to actually question him, he might not have answered at all, or he might have said that for an Angel of Judgement, it was essential to be, in all ways and manners, entirely fair. If he were to ask himself, though, with all his honesty and self-knowledge but to question, he most likely would have leant towards yet another answer: the idea that angels and demons alike were simply two sides of a coin, just two different manifestations of His Presence and Will. They all had their own roles in His Plan; he would have been a fool to blame a demon for being exactly what He had intended them to be. After all, He had created demons just as he had angels – to find one more valuable than the other was to say that some of His creations were not as perfect as some.
Whatever the reasons, though, the fact remained that the implications of the place's past did little to make Uriel turn away. He didn't know why, but somehow he knew that here he would be able to get his rest without having to worry about demons breathing down his neck. And if some showed up anyway, well… there were few demons who could truly cause any particular trouble for an archangel.
With a somewhat puzzled glance at the tank parked in front of the building, he walked inside.
Place: Wherever on Earth, the Manor
Status: Public (Loki, Uriel - Complete)
Summary: Uriel arrives.
It was never going to get easier, was it.
One might have thought that after so many years, it would get easier to bear, but the truth was quite the opposite. Every time it happened, every time he saw yet another bond of Presence cut and fade as though it never existed, felt even worse than the ones before. Of course, he wouldn't let it show. He'd bear it with all his usual calmness, so what if some thought him heartless for his apparent lack of emotion. The truth was, though, that if he allowed himself to mourn every loss, he would eventually drive himself insane. It was too much for any one being to bear – and he didn't have to bear it, now did he? He was simply doing as instructed, doing the Lord's work. Surely He would also give him the strength to accomplish his task.
The fact remained, though, that at the moment he was still inwardly too shaken to return to Heaven.
Of course, by all logic returning would have made it all easier, but it wasn't so. For him, the Angel of Presence, there was little difference between Heaven and Earth; he could feel the Lord wherever he went. In Heaven, though, there would be other angels – a thousand, million reminders of something he'd just seen lost for Hell. He couldn't face that and appear calm just yet. He needed some time to gather himself.
The problem being, of course, that he had no idea where to go. He was hardly used to being down upon the Earth, more accustomed to the endless halls of Heaven; now, knowing he wasn't prepared to return just yet, Uriel found himself somewhat at a loss. Where on Earth could a lonely angel go and not need to worry about encounters with demons when he'd rather just get a moment's rest?
He wasn't sure exactly how long he wandered around; time on Earth seemed to pass so very differently from Heaven's endlessness. At some point, however, he started to feel a gentle pull towards a certain direction. He couldn't exactly describe it; it certainly wasn't the bond of Presence he felt at all times, but something else entirely. Whatever it was, he figured it was as good a lead as any, especially for an angel who was so unused to Earth it was all he could do to remember to disguise his robes and wings from mortal eyes.
As soon as he saw the manor, he knew that whatever had drawn him close was there.
Of course, he also immediately noticed some traces of the place's past; just like he could see the Presence, he could also see the lack of it. And while He was, in some way or form, everywhere, in places such as this there were certain… energies… that were opposing the Presence, for lack of a better phrase. It wasn't exactly the same as demonic auras, yet it was close enough for him to identify it for what it was.
Uriel, as it turned out, didn't care.
The somewhat peculiar thing about the Angel of Presence was that, as long as no hostile intentions were demonstrated, he made little difference between angels and demons. Some who knew of this said it was because he cared for none but Him, and thus considered every being just as insignificant; others yet said it was because Uriel, of all beings, knew exactly how fine a line lay between the two. Had anyone ever been bold enough to actually question him, he might not have answered at all, or he might have said that for an Angel of Judgement, it was essential to be, in all ways and manners, entirely fair. If he were to ask himself, though, with all his honesty and self-knowledge but to question, he most likely would have leant towards yet another answer: the idea that angels and demons alike were simply two sides of a coin, just two different manifestations of His Presence and Will. They all had their own roles in His Plan; he would have been a fool to blame a demon for being exactly what He had intended them to be. After all, He had created demons just as he had angels – to find one more valuable than the other was to say that some of His creations were not as perfect as some.
Whatever the reasons, though, the fact remained that the implications of the place's past did little to make Uriel turn away. He didn't know why, but somehow he knew that here he would be able to get his rest without having to worry about demons breathing down his neck. And if some showed up anyway, well… there were few demons who could truly cause any particular trouble for an archangel.
With a somewhat puzzled glance at the tank parked in front of the building, he walked inside.
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Date: Sunday, 22 February 2009 16:54 (UTC)"Call yourself whatever you will, Icicle," Loki said with just a touch of contempt. "You are what you are and even your arrogant head god can't change it."
He considered going outside as he'd originally planned to show the upstart how little he feared his storm, but he'd get drenched and he was still weak. He didn't want to get sick again right away, even if it would probably just be a cold.
Instead he turned towards the bar as if that were where he'd meant to go from the start. Maybe there were some workmen on break in there. He'd made a few pounds off them yesterday night.
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Date: Sunday, 22 February 2009 17:13 (UTC)He would simply have to find whoever was responsible for this establishment and check himself in. He couldn't let some annoying little god bother himself thus. He'd just stay here until he'd got the rest he needed, and then go.
Chances were he would never see the annoying being again.