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cape_kore2013-09-30 12:17 am
quis_ut_deus) wrote in cape_kore2013-09-30 12:17 am
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001 | Video | Day 117
[Upon arrival, Michael's first act isn't to peruse the network or to seek to make contact with anyone. Instead he acts on instinct, outraged that anyone would try to prevent him from returning to his duties in Heaven, and tries to fly away - only to drop to the ground like a stone as he hits an intangible barrier that folds his wings back for him.
This trip off-course is going to take a little while, it seems.
It's on his way back from the forest, on foot, that he finally reaches for the device on his wrist and addresses the network. The walk has at least given him time to reign in his temper.]
Interesting creatures you have here in your forests - Cape Kore, was it? I haven't seen some of them in at least sixty million years. I didn't think human technology had progressed far enough to resurrect creatures that long-dead.
[In fact, he knows it hasn't, but that's far from the strangest thing going on here. More baffling and more aggravating still is how anyone could have pulled him from where he had intended to go to... this place. Rerouting an archangel is not an easy task.
Most wouldn't consider it a task worth the potential consequences, either. Michael is visibly annoyed.]
But what I find a great deal more impressive is whatever method you've devised to suppress Grace. It must have taken some very elaborate spellwork to create a barrier that not even I can pass through. I don't care for it.
Brothers, I expect to hear from you. I want to know exactly what's going on here.
[He's not yet far enough away from the town's limits and their inhibitory effects on his Grace to be able to discern exactly who is here, but he can tell that he's not the only angel in the area.]
This trip off-course is going to take a little while, it seems.
It's on his way back from the forest, on foot, that he finally reaches for the device on his wrist and addresses the network. The walk has at least given him time to reign in his temper.]
Interesting creatures you have here in your forests - Cape Kore, was it? I haven't seen some of them in at least sixty million years. I didn't think human technology had progressed far enough to resurrect creatures that long-dead.
[In fact, he knows it hasn't, but that's far from the strangest thing going on here. More baffling and more aggravating still is how anyone could have pulled him from where he had intended to go to... this place. Rerouting an archangel is not an easy task.
Most wouldn't consider it a task worth the potential consequences, either. Michael is visibly annoyed.]
But what I find a great deal more impressive is whatever method you've devised to suppress Grace. It must have taken some very elaborate spellwork to create a barrier that not even I can pass through. I don't care for it.
Brothers, I expect to hear from you. I want to know exactly what's going on here.
[He's not yet far enough away from the town's limits and their inhibitory effects on his Grace to be able to discern exactly who is here, but he can tell that he's not the only angel in the area.]