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[judgmentdivine.livejournal.com]

Work, it seems, is never done.

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[unfamiliar-jaf.livejournal.com]

[Someone is watching Michael from a few rooftops away. Oh, hey look--it's that one Fallen who's been missing for about half a century. Smoking a cigarette and enjoying the early morning breeze.]

[judgmentdivine.livejournal.com]

[Oh, Big Brother knows you're there, Japhrimel. He's just not in the mood to smite at the moment. Even God's Right Hand needs a break now and then.]

[unfamiliar-jaf.livejournal.com]

[Good. He's not in the mood to be smote. It's looking like it'll be a nice day, after all.

After a moment, he holds up a cigarette politely, as a peace offering perhaps.]

[judgmentdivine.livejournal.com]

No, thank you. I care not for the taste.

[unfamiliar-jaf.livejournal.com]

Suit yourself. [The cigarette is tucked back into his...cowboy hat? That's a new look for him.] I'm not here for a fight, honest.

[un_fantome]

What do you do?

[The question comes from a remarkably pale boy, milk-white in skin and hair color, with pale violet eyes and a pretty face.]

[judgmentdivine.livejournal.com]

My Father's work.

[un_fantome]

[Silas cocks his head at that; he doesn't ask immediately, merely rubbing his arm, scratching up above the wrist brace that encases and immobilizes his left hand.]

What is that?

[judgmentdivine.livejournal.com]

Delivering judgment and retribution to all of His Creation.

[holiestroller.livejournal.com]

[Gib sighs.] I grow not weary in the work.

But I am tired. I can only imagine the greater burden you bear.

[judgmentdivine.livejournal.com]

Such is my duty and my honor. I do His Will, as I have from the beginning and so too unto the end, brother.

[holiestroller.livejournal.com]

Of course, and there is no greater joy.

...do you find it... difficult. Sometimes?

[judgmentdivine.livejournal.com]

Yes. Very.

[unfamiliar-jaf.livejournal.com]

[Someone is watching Michael from a few rooftops away. Oh, hey look--it's that one Fallen who's been missing for about half a century. Smoking a cigarette and enjoying the early morning breeze.]

[judgmentdivine.livejournal.com]

[Oh, Big Brother knows you're there, Japhrimel. He's just not in the mood to smite at the moment. Even God's Right Hand needs a break now and then.]

[unfamiliar-jaf.livejournal.com]

[Good. He's not in the mood to be smote. It's looking like it'll be a nice day, after all.

After a moment, he holds up a cigarette politely, as a peace offering perhaps.]

[judgmentdivine.livejournal.com]

No, thank you. I care not for the taste.

[un_fantome]

What do you do?

[The question comes from a remarkably pale boy, milk-white in skin and hair color, with pale violet eyes and a pretty face.]

[judgmentdivine.livejournal.com]

My Father's work.

[un_fantome]

[Silas cocks his head at that; he doesn't ask immediately, merely rubbing his arm, scratching up above the wrist brace that encases and immobilizes his left hand.]

What is that?

[judgmentdivine.livejournal.com]

Delivering judgment and retribution to all of His Creation.

[holiestroller.livejournal.com]

[Gib sighs.] I grow not weary in the work.

But I am tired. I can only imagine the greater burden you bear.

[judgmentdivine.livejournal.com]

Such is my duty and my honor. I do His Will, as I have from the beginning and so too unto the end, brother.

[holiestroller.livejournal.com]

Of course, and there is no greater joy.

...do you find it... difficult. Sometimes?

[judgmentdivine.livejournal.com]

Yes. Very.