Day 62; Video 002

[bostonhowler]

[She's walking near the rotten piers, looking at her wrist. Her wings behind her are fluttering in the slight breeze.]

I was wondering if anyone had seen any barbecues around? It's cold, but I'm from Boston, so we're used to winter barbecuing.

I was going to -

[She trips and falls forward.]

Ow, what's -

[Her wrist twists as she scrambles away screaming in that high-pitched horror movie way. There's a brief flash of legs and then a flare of fire as the wooden piers catch behind her.

She's framed in flame, staring at the half a body.]

HUNTERS!

Comments

[bostonhowler]

[The issue of rebellion is a touchy one. She wants to ask so many things, clarify some things, gain her own understanding of how the worlds work and refine her faith more than she already has.

(Religion is fluid and should be. Questioning God isn't amoral, just must be done with respect.]

Not just you.

[She offers it gently. Brigid really wants to hug him.]

I will also help, no matter what.

[servingmichael]

[ He smiles weakly, and on this form it almost looks shy. ]

And I am grateful for that, truly. But you're not one of my siblings, and that means you cannot do what it is I need. They are all younger than me, and I must take care of them.

[bostonhowler]

Surely you don't mean to do it alone?

[He has family here. They can offer help. Like the pack.]

That's what family is for: to help.

[servingmichael]

Archangels take care of the others. It's what we do. Lucifer however...He doesn't seem interested now.

[ And it hurts, it aches, and Raphael fights to keep it away. ]

I can't ask, or expect, the younger ones to take care of me.