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entrancelogs2014-03-24 01:43 am
quis_ut_deus) wrote in entrancelogs2014-03-24 01:43 am
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Who: Michael and YOU
Where: The playground. (Other locations possible; PM me and we can work something out.)
When: Friday, March 21st - Sunday, March 23
Rating: PG for now, to be updated as needed.
Summary: Michael falls victim to the age-down effect of the playground, both in (borrowed) body and in mind.
The Story:
Though the appearance of anything new in Wonderland generally means unfortunate consequences for its residents, Michael doesn't shy away from investigating the newly renovated additions. Fear and apprehension aren't emotions he's frequently given to experiencing, and taking a look at the new areas himself is about the only way to learn anything about them - if, indeed, there's anything worth learning. From afar, the gazebo looks like nothing more than a gazebo, and it doesn't hold his attention for long.
The playground doesn't call to him any more than any of the other new locations do, but it winds up being the one to sink its claws into him.
The effects of the playground are insidious. Michael doesn't notice anything amiss as it turns back his clock; there are no gaps or blank spaces in his memory, because it lops them off from the front rather than the back. The longer he stands there, the less he remembers why, and the less inclined he is to leave. Maybe he's supposed to be here?
God's absence after Lucifer's fall had been the longest and the most permanent, but certainly not the first. From time to time, He'd left Michael on his own in Heaven. He'd always come back.
In time, the Michael Wonderland knows is no more. In his place sits an unfamiliar boy, four or five years of age, inhabited by an archangel of equivalent age. Even if his appearance doesn't seem out of place, his odd disinterest in actually playing on the playground probably is. It's apparent that he's waiting for something.
Where: The playground. (Other locations possible; PM me and we can work something out.)
When: Friday, March 21st - Sunday, March 23
Rating: PG for now, to be updated as needed.
Summary: Michael falls victim to the age-down effect of the playground, both in (borrowed) body and in mind.
The Story:
Though the appearance of anything new in Wonderland generally means unfortunate consequences for its residents, Michael doesn't shy away from investigating the newly renovated additions. Fear and apprehension aren't emotions he's frequently given to experiencing, and taking a look at the new areas himself is about the only way to learn anything about them - if, indeed, there's anything worth learning. From afar, the gazebo looks like nothing more than a gazebo, and it doesn't hold his attention for long.
The playground doesn't call to him any more than any of the other new locations do, but it winds up being the one to sink its claws into him.
The effects of the playground are insidious. Michael doesn't notice anything amiss as it turns back his clock; there are no gaps or blank spaces in his memory, because it lops them off from the front rather than the back. The longer he stands there, the less he remembers why, and the less inclined he is to leave. Maybe he's supposed to be here?
God's absence after Lucifer's fall had been the longest and the most permanent, but certainly not the first. From time to time, He'd left Michael on his own in Heaven. He'd always come back.
In time, the Michael Wonderland knows is no more. In his place sits an unfamiliar boy, four or five years of age, inhabited by an archangel of equivalent age. Even if his appearance doesn't seem out of place, his odd disinterest in actually playing on the playground probably is. It's apparent that he's waiting for something.
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There's yet another person calling his name - which is strange in and of itself, because up until less than a day ago, it had only ever been Michael. Sometimes God and Michael, when the former took breaks from the preparations and creative work that the latter didn't dare ask about in detail. Father went away because he was busy. That was all he needed to know.
This time, though, when Michael faces his company, his face lights up.
This one is like him.
He doesn't have any siblings yet, and Father hasn't exactly told Michael the details of his plans for creation, but he is nonetheless aware of the potential for other angels, for - siblings? Yes, that's what this other angel is. Samandriel is kin. The meat he's wearing is a little different, but Michael can see the matching halo and the wings beyond it. It's the wrong number of wings, but they're there.
"I'm fine."
He nods and straightens up a little, almost as though drawing to attention before a superior and waiting for orders. Samandriel isn't an archangel, but Michael can tell at a glance that he's older. (It's odd, to meet an angel older than himself when he'd thought he was the only one, but Father works in mysterious ways.) That gives him authority, doesn't it?
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Michael says he's fine, but Samandriel's not so sure. What's he supposed to do with this? He doesn't even know how to react, or how to behave in front of Michael like this. Should he tell someone? Find Castiel or Gabriel? Both are older, both have been here longer, they might have a better idea...
Frowning slightly, he takes a few small steps closer to where the little archangel sits, remaining silent for a few moments. Just watching him. Thinking.
"What are you doing?" He asks finally, his frown gaining a touch of concern. For now, he thinks, he'll try to simply keep Michael company. The effects wear off eventually, so he's heard, so perhaps they just...have to wait it out.