(backdated) Day 116

[psychoh]

-- even tell time. They've just got little...

[oh hey, that's a lovely picture of an eyeball right there. Luckily, the eyeball moves back a bit and you're treated to the head attached to it. Norman is staring at the communicator, eyes furrowed and lips in a narrow line, trying to figure out how it works.]

What are you doing? [Another head pokes in from the side of the screen. Carrie just seems incredibly nervous.] Be careful, you might break it...

I think it'd probably end up breaking me, first...

(joint intro post! :D tags will come from norman and carrie. yay.)

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[servingmichael]

One of the archangels. My name is Raphael.

[psychoh]

... Alright, now I'm sure you're lying.

[servingmichael]

Then your instincts are exceptionally poor.

[psychoh]

If I went around believing every guy who says he's an angel-- W-Well, I don't know what would happen, because that's not something that happens normally!

[servingmichael]

That's because generally, we don't have anything to do with you. But ask around. More than a few know me.

[psychoh]

Great, then there's lots of crazy people who think they're angels. This place just keeps getting better and better by the minute.

[servingmichael]

Its one thing to call me a liar, it's another to accuse my brothers of being dishonest.

[psychoh]

And now you're all brothers...

[SIGH] My human brain is having a little trouble keeping up, here.

[servingmichael]

The Host of Heaven, save two, are all my younger brothers and sisters. The two exceptions are my older brothers. And we eldest for raised all the others. Michael raised us all. Your human brain able to understand that?

[psychoh]

Do you have wings?

[THIS IS THE CRUCIAL TEST]

[servingmichael]

We do, yes.

[psychoh]

Big enough to fly with?

[servingmichael]

Yes. I have six of them, actually.

[psychoh]

-- Alright, you can't just drop, "Oh, I've got six wings," on a person like that, like it's nothing at all! Let them get used to the idea of wings in the first place!

[servingmichael]

I'm an archangel. I can do whatever I want.

[psychoh]

You can't fly out of here. Can you.

[servingmichael]

Hence my calling us captives.

[psychoh]

But it means you can't do whatever you want.

[servingmichael]

Far more than you.

[psychoh]

Well, I'm used to that. I bet you sure aren't.

[servingmichael]

[ One brow arches up but Raphael's face is deceptively blank. ]

You wouldn't have any idea actually.

[psychoh]

I don't have any idea about a lot of things, apparently.

[servingmichael]

Most humans don't.