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entranceway2013-09-24 10:23 pm
quis_ut_deus) wrote in entranceway2013-09-24 10:23 pm
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[There's nothing out of the ordinary about the man on the feed. He's dark-haired, green-eyed and trim - handsome, maybe, if it weren't for that scowl he's wearing. Certainly nothing about him suggests that he's currently being piloted by an archangel, unless one happens to be attuned to the supernatural or a good friend of John Winchester's.]
As fascinating as the spellwork needed to bind me to this place must be, I have to say that I'm not particularly interested in seeing any more of it. I have more important tasks to see to.
[An apocalypse to keep on track, younger siblings to cuff back into line... He's got a busy schedule. Running Heaven isn't a job that affords him any vacation time.
Even without the weight of responsibility bearing down on him, the feel of Wonderland is unfamiliar and unpleasant; it's not Home. For an entity used to having the whole of creation only a few wingbeats away, it's also small. Confined. He's spent the past several millenia limited to Heaven, sure, but it's different when he doesn't have a choice in the matter. He's not supposed to be the one in a cage.
There's a soft sound, feathers batting against the air, as an invisible set of wings shifts at his back. Whatever brought him here isn't letting him leave, no matter how hard he tries to take off. After so many years without his Father's presence to command him Michael has become unaccustomed to having his leash yanked - not that his Father had ever needed a leash. He'd only needed to speak, and Michael had bent to serve Him.
He's significantly (and visibly) less thrilled at the prospect of someone else trying to assert authority over him. He serves only his Father.]
It must have taken some effort to summon me here, so I assume it wasn't done without reason. I'd be very interested to hear what for, and by whom.
[And that's about as polite a request for information as you're going to get out of him. It's rude to summon a celestial being and then leave them hanging.]
As fascinating as the spellwork needed to bind me to this place must be, I have to say that I'm not particularly interested in seeing any more of it. I have more important tasks to see to.
[An apocalypse to keep on track, younger siblings to cuff back into line... He's got a busy schedule. Running Heaven isn't a job that affords him any vacation time.
Even without the weight of responsibility bearing down on him, the feel of Wonderland is unfamiliar and unpleasant; it's not Home. For an entity used to having the whole of creation only a few wingbeats away, it's also small. Confined. He's spent the past several millenia limited to Heaven, sure, but it's different when he doesn't have a choice in the matter. He's not supposed to be the one in a cage.
There's a soft sound, feathers batting against the air, as an invisible set of wings shifts at his back. Whatever brought him here isn't letting him leave, no matter how hard he tries to take off. After so many years without his Father's presence to command him Michael has become unaccustomed to having his leash yanked - not that his Father had ever needed a leash. He'd only needed to speak, and Michael had bent to serve Him.
He's significantly (and visibly) less thrilled at the prospect of someone else trying to assert authority over him. He serves only his Father.]
It must have taken some effort to summon me here, so I assume it wasn't done without reason. I'd be very interested to hear what for, and by whom.
[And that's about as polite a request for information as you're going to get out of him. It's rude to summon a celestial being and then leave them hanging.]