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[The feed is a little shaky as Gabriel walks.]

Well, well, look what I finally found.

[He pauses to pan the camera around the Music Room. But he's not giving away any clue as to where it ended up this time. He'll turn the camera on himself, flashing pearly whites in an almost overly friendly grin.]

And aren't you in for a treat. [His other hand brings up a Trumpet, fingers pressing on the valve buttons as they make little clicks.]

See you in a bit Wonderland.

[The feed goes off and when it turns on again he'll be setting the device on a surface before backing off. He sits in a large, comfy armchair in his room. The lighting is low, casting shadows by candle-light, but that's how he likes it, that's how it was back home.]

I'm sure those of you unfamiliar with the various stories of me aren't aware I even know how to play. And I thought in light of recent events I could ... share my talent. Since I don't really sing, I thought I could play for you instead.

[He settles into a comfortable position with a brisk clearing of his throat. He licks his lips, flashing a quick glance to the camera before lifting the instrument to his mouth. With a deep breath he closes his eyes and breathes into it to start playing a swinging blues tune. It's not every day you get to hear the Archangel Gabriel blowing his horn without it signalling something huge, so enjoy it.]

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It is the year 2038 I believe. [A dismissive handwave.]

They all sort of blend together after a while.

[A slow uncertain pause as she takes this in.]

How is it you've lived so long?

Simple. I'm not human.

[A small pause to let that sink in and he simply smiles at her.]

In fact, I've been around since before even you humans were created.

If you're not human, then what are you?

Edited (oh god what was this tag ;A;) 2014-11-03 13:50 (UTC)

[There's something subtle in the way he smiles at her that shows he thinks it's kind of precious she hasn't figured it out. Perhaps she's just simply not religious, or the version of her world didn't have the lore about Angels? But there was only one way to find out.]

I am the Archangel Gabriel.

[Both an answer and an introduction.]

[She frowns, processing this. She has never been religious, but she is coming to accept that other worlds have things she'd never have considered possible in her own world.]

What does that mean, precisely?

[His brows raise at that question, his name and what he was should have answered that already but... well, he supposes Wonderland had all sorts. Though if she knew of blues and--Ah he's thinking too deeply on this. It's possible someone very well hadn't ever heard of him.]

I, along with my siblings were created by God to watch over the earth and his children. You humans. We were there with you, helping you grow and teaching you things.

I'm immortal, strong and I have senses beyond what you possess. As well as wings and the ability to fly.

[Alana knows religion- it's hard to escape it sometimes, but whether that means the same thing in her world and his, she can't presume.]

That's... [paradigm-changing.]

And you're here playing the blues.

[A small chuckle at that.]

Is it really that strange? Lore states I will be the one to blow my horn and issue in the apocalypse, it just so happens I like jazz too.

[A shrug.]

I'm trapped here as much as you, I'm just passing the time in ways I enjoy.

[But enough about him.]

How about you? How do you spend your days here in Wonderland?

[She does not smile in return. She is not completely comfortable with this yet.]

I'm a psychiatrist back home, so I'm taking the time to catch up on my reading.

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