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[-watching children play in the park-]

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[Gabriel snorts.]

Well, I've been around 'em long enough. Can't say I didn't go native somewhere along the line.

It is not to me you must justify yourself, brother.

Then keep thy light heart and cheerful countenance, Ariel. His Grace will shine through thee.

I'd put a post-it note on the fridge for Dad, but I'm pretty sure he'd never get it.

[Just....ICON FOREVER.]

[It's not an official thread with Gabe and Michael until that icon or the facepalm one gets busted out.]

Sooo. Morrigan's acting like she just got asked to the prom by the quarterback.

[Right? It's almost predictable, too.]

Had words with the petulant demoness, have you?

Several. Most of them strongly worded. I think I bring out the worst in people.

Oh...the irony.

Eh. Mostly it was sarcasm.

Then I trust you enjoyed yourself, yes?

[And watch both their eyes get really big. And for once they say exactly the same thing.] Fly with you? Really?

What? Having a pissing contest with an overcompensating demon? At the risk of sounding like I'm making a bad joke here,hells yeah. Consider it my contribution to the war effort.

And what, pray tell, was the over exuberant little goddess spouting now?

I dunno. Something about Sammael and... Porn.

Of course.

[So saying, Michael rises from the bench and shimmers just slightly as his large black wings slowly unfurl, they stretching high and wide as he sighs in relief. Oddly enough, no one else about notices the archangel and the children, because as Jack said, he is there and not-there at the same time.

Feathers rustle; they are soft as cotton but can be hard as diamond if needed. There are six; two large broad wings at his shoulders spanning over ten feet, two smaller but equally powerful beneath with a six foot span, but the last pair are wounded, charred and have been for all eternity. Remnants of a battle with a brother.

Nevertheless, Michael extends a hand to each child.]

[A snort.]

Unsurprising. I see she's still bent on her desire to eliminate our wayward brother.

[Brer's eyes get big and she grins.] That's so cool! [She grabs his hand, still grinning.]

[Jack is more hesitant. His eyes are fixed on the last two wings and he opens his mouth to ask what happened. But after a moment of hesitation, he shuts his mouth and looks at the others. What he sees makes him smile, and he takes Michael's other hand.]

[With the children firmly in tow, Michael beats his wings and wills himself to rise slowly. Amazingly enough, neither child dangles, but rises with the angel as if they were still standing upon solidness. But the breeze wafting their hair is very real, as is the sense of rising, of flying.

Nevertheless, he doesn't ascend too high, merely just above the treeline, once again marveling at the beauty of Creation beneath. Strong wings keep them aloft and the trio hovers above the park for a moment, to give the children time to adjust to the newness.]

She's not too keen on the fact that you're still breathing either.

Yes, I am well aware of her animosity. She is more than welcome to face me any time she wishes. However, her strong sense of self-preservation prevents such drastic measures.

And yet, she keeps chomping at the bit, so excuse me if I think the goddess of chaos might pull something underhanded and sneaky out of her ass.

I doubt it not. Her association with Sammael grows despite her scheming, which is a bit concerning.

[Long, long pause.

And then, sarcastically.]

Geez. Calm down, Michael. I think you're starting to get worked up.

What, you wish me to throw my hands and scream to the heavens?

Seriously, Gabriel.

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