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Michael ([personal profile] quis_ut_deus) wrote in [community profile] entrancelogs2014-10-12 03:24 am

Open

Who: Michael and open!
Where: The grounds.
When: Sunday, aka the last day of the Spontaneous and Embarrassing Singing event.
Rating: PG, to be updated as needed.
Summary: Being a member of the Heavenly Choir doesn't necessarily make one eager to sing their heart out anywhere and everywhere; but, being in Wonderland, one doesn't often get a choice in the matter.
The Story:

It's hard to ignore that there's an event on with people breaking into song left and right, but Michael tries his hardest to do exactly that. The ubiquitous plaques demanding honesty are easy enough to dismiss - they are, at least, quiet - but the archangel isn't willing to risk being dragged into someone else's musical number. Heaven holds many secrets. He avoids the mansion, spending the weekend in his preferred spots on the grounds.

No matter how effectively he avoids the others, though, he can't hide from his own in-built inclination for song. Eventually, he cracks:

There, out in the darkness
A fugitive running
Fallen from god
Fallen from grace
God be my witness
I never shall yield
Till we come face to face
Till we come face to face

He knows his way in the dark
Mine is the way of the Lord
Those who follow the path of the righteous
Shall have their reward
And if they fall
As Lucifer fell
The flames
The sword!


Michael blinks back surprise. Compared to his true voice, John's own is lacking - if not exactly unpleasant. If he's fortunate, no one will have been in earshot to comment on it.

[[OOC: for your listening pleasure.]]
dissemble: ((go figure))

[personal profile] dissemble 2014-10-13 03:37 am (UTC)(link)
[It has been a long time since Lucifer heard his brother sing.

He isn't present when Michael starts, having chosen to keep as far away from others in Wonderland the minute he realised what was going on. Lucifer would deny keeping secrets from others, but still would not prefer to share what he would rather keep to himself.

Despite himself, when he hears a voice singing that he has not heard since he left heaven, he goes looking for the singer. He remains hidden as Michael sings, enjoying the singer, though not the song.]


The sword, Michael? Really?
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[personal profile] dissemble 2014-10-13 01:02 pm (UTC)(link)
[Lucifer is preparing a speech in his head, to point out the uselessness of Michael making threats like that- how nothing will work out for him, and what reward have you received for your justness lately, Michael?

It angers him that Michael can show such devotion to a Father who has abandoned them, and who would have done what he did to Lucifer in the first place. Their Father did not deserve that loyalty.

But when he opens his mouth to object, to use his words to paint the world in a certain way (as he was best at), the words do not come. Instead, in a wavering voice he sings.]


Out in the garden where we planted the seeds
There is a tree as old as me
Branches were sewn by the color of green
Ground had arose and passed its knees

By the cracks of the skin I climbed to the top.
I climbed the tree to see the world,
When the gusts came around to blow me down I
Held on as tightly as you held onto me
Held on as tightly as you held onto me-

And I built a home, for you, for me--

Until it disappeared,
from me
from you--


[He closes his mouth with a snap, staring at Michael. This is the fist time Wonderland has taken control of his will in such a way, and he does not like it. Even more does he dislike the contents of the song. His feelings for Michael are his own, whatever they are. His Father had taught him that affection was not permanent, and Michael had reinforced that when he had cast him down, then Caged him. Lucifer was no fool.

And deep down, barely concealed, Lucifer burns with shame anger that Michael should have to hear his vessel's voice; imperfect and wavering as all human voices are. His true voice had been so much more beautiful, once.]
dissemble: (there is calculation)

[personal profile] dissemble 2014-10-14 02:34 pm (UTC)(link)
[The song has him feeling off balance- too exposed and vulnerable to say the words he'd like to say. Damn Wonderland it it's singing.]

Would you rather I forgot it all? Have you?
dissemble: ((go figure))

/o/

[personal profile] dissemble 2014-10-16 04:14 pm (UTC)(link)
[Lucifer finds his hands are clenched at his side and forces them to relax- he refuses to consider that this conversation has him so tense that his vessel is being physically affected. Lucifer is in control of himself, as he always is.

He considers simply leaving. It would take a thought, and he could spare Michael the drudgery of parroting their Father's orders at him once more. How many times will his brother use that excuse in the cage, while they pass eternity trapped in that hole? Ten thousand times? Ten million?

Or will Father pluck Michael out, and reward his faithful sonship? Even as Michael opens his mouth to reply, Lucifer is certain that will never happ-

It takes a moment to register the words his brother sings. Even when he does understand them, it takes a moment more before the shock sets in. He cannot be hearing what Michael is singing.

And in spite of his surprise, and despite his horror at having Michael hear again the voice of his vessel raised in imperfect song, when Michael stops Lucifer answers-]


The sun to my moon
And the stars in my sky
The hot to my cold
And the black to my white
The rain to my thunderclouds
And the truth in my lies
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[personal profile] dissemble 2014-10-19 02:26 pm (UTC)(link)
[When Michael continues the song instead of fleeing or attacking him, Lucifer decides to make the most of this. Michael is clearly as displeased with not being in control as he is, but he has not left, and Wonderland at least seems to think that they share some similar emotions regarding each other.

As he echoes his brother's words, he walks closer.]


In perfect symmetry
Be my everything
If you just let me in perfect symmetry
Only you can make me feel complete


[They used to do this often, Before. Singing together, or simply for the pleasure of of the other. He is ready to defend himself, should his brother decide that violence is the only solution now.]
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[personal profile] dissemble 2014-10-30 03:07 pm (UTC)(link)
[Most days, Lucifer does not think of heaven. This is not from any conscious effort- just habit. In the Cage it had hurt too much to think of the betrayal, and most days now he gains nothing to think of What Had Been Before.

He remembers now. He remembers a time when there had been no need for deception, and he and his brother had seen each other as they truly were, and spoken their thoughts without fear of rejection or rebuke.

How naive they had been.

The anger that has smouldered in Lucifer since he was cast down is stoked a little more, thinking of how their Father has ruined this between them. Michael should never have been set against him. Can he be satisfied like this?]


Of course not.

[There are other words he might say, if he had not already learned that vulnerability was not a strength.]
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[personal profile] thepointisdolphins 2014-10-13 05:19 am (UTC)(link)
Crowley is fleeing back to his room after his own musical number and desperately trying to avoid other people, but of course his luck is terrible and his mun is cruel. He comes within about twenty yards of Michael and catches the last few bars of Michael's song. And that's all it takes. All at once the music is in his head and heart and Crowley has to stop short.

It's at least a good thing that he doesn't have to sing anything from Les Miserables.

Music starts playing and while Crowley still has a modicum of a presence of mind, he realizes what he's about to say/sing. And for once, instead of trying to fight it, he just let's it go.

"Look inside
Look inside your tiny mind, and look a bit harder
Cause we're so uninspired, so sick and tired
Of all the hatred you harbor.

So you say, it's not okay to be damned
Well I think you're just evil
You're just some racist who can't tie my laces
Your point of view is medieval."

BOTH FINGERS UP.

"Fuck you!
Fuck you very very much!
Cause we hate what you do and we hate your whole crew
So please don't stay in touch.

Fuck you!
Fuck you very very much!
Cause your words don't translate
And it's getting quite late
So please don't stay in touch."

There is also dancing happening at this point.

"Do you get, do you get a little kick out of being slow-minded?
You want to be like your father, it's approval you're after
Well that's not how you find it.
Do you, do you really enjoy living a life that's so hateful?
Cause there's a hole where your soul should be
You're losing control of it and it's really distasteful."

Many more "fuck yous" follow and then the song reaches its bridge.

"You say you think we need to go to war
Well you're already in one
Cause it's people like you that need to get slew
No one wants your opinion."

Fuck yous continue ad nauseum until, thankfully, the song ends and Crowley sweeps into a bow with the last notes to hide the fact that he's throwing up in his mouth a little bit.
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[personal profile] thepointisdolphins 2014-10-16 09:44 pm (UTC)(link)
At a certain point you just sort of have to go insane in order to stay sane. It makes no sense, but that's why it works. Or something like that. Crowley's pretty sure he's about to die, and Crowley's problem has always been that, once he passes the point of hysteria, he comes out the other side ready to just say "fuck it" and die snarking at his tormenters. It's one of the main reasons he decided to face down Satan instead of fleeing like a sensible demon. When you have no choice in the matter, might as well go out being an asshole.

Once he hits the ground he figures he's passed the point of no return. Michael's song is probably the freakiest thing he's seen since this one time he saw another demon possess a five year old and make her sing "Twinkle Twinkle" over and over.

Still, he's grinning like an ass through the whole thing.

"No feathers available for you, Michael. What are you so upset about? The signs all say honesty, after all."
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[personal profile] what_he_needs 2014-10-13 06:51 pm (UTC)(link)
[Michael's foot was an inch from the ground, his body frozen awkwardly at the sound of the other Michael singing. He tries to remain still, to reverse his steps so that the other archangel doesn't know he's just heard him.

But, he was never so lucky, and he wasn't going to be today. Something crunches underneath him, a leaf, a twig, Michael doesn't know, or care, but it signals to the other that he is there.

He'd done his best to keep away from everyone, not wanting to share anything he wouldn't normally divulge, and Michael had done an amazing job of keeping hidden. Until now. And he can feel it, bubbling up, and he knows what's coming next and he hates it.]


[And, he can't believe it, and he'd never admit to it later, but it's a medley of songs, all cut up and pasted together like an awful musical.]

In the fields the bodies burning
As the war machine keeps turning
Death and hatred to mankind
Poisoning their brainwashed minds... Oh Lord yeah.
Now in darkness, world stops turning
Ashes where the bodies burning..

[He takes a deep breath, his own out of key voice ringing in his ears, and the words keep coming.]

Oh I'm a guilty one,
And know what I have done.
Yeah, I'm a troubled one,
And I won't be forgiven.
Guilty on the run,
And I know what I have done.
Guilty on the run,
And I'm never forgiven.
Spent years singing, "no regret".
Then suddenly it all becomes clear,
I've been sorry all these years...

[The last part comes out softer, lower, and ashamed that he couldn't keep himself from singing.]

I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife
Offer me that deathless death
Good God, let me give you my life.

[When he closes his mouth, he knows it's over, and he drops his head. His alternate was the last person he ever imagined singing in front of, or sharing anything personal with.]

[ooc: part one part two part three]
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[personal profile] what_he_needs 2014-10-16 01:40 am (UTC)(link)
[His eyes were wide, mouth hung open a moment, before he quickly snaps it shut. Michael was still too disturbed to process any of what the other archangel had just sung to him, but his feet knew how to work, so he used them.

When he was closer, lips tightly sealed, and the pressure of his clenched jaw causing a small section of his cheek to twitch, he stopped, hands on hips.

Michael didn't speak at first, wary of that strange sensation to sing out secrets, and after enough awkward silence had passed, he opened his mouth again.]


I didn't want that. I'm sorry.

[He was referring to hearing his alternate sing, and doing the singing himself. Michael wasn't sure that he owed him that apology, but it hung, heavy, in the air anyways.]
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[personal profile] what_he_needs 2014-10-21 12:05 am (UTC)(link)
[For whatever reason, he felt drained after his bout with singing, resigned even. If the other Michael wanted to know, then he'd try to tell him.]

Everything.

[His voice was light, and he shrugged his shoulders.]

It'd be a smaller list if I were to tell you what I didn't feel guilty about.

[Michael turned away from the other archangel, trying to decide what he should say that would be explanation enough without over sharing.]

Gabriel. Father. The humans. Killing them and then not killing them. [It was complicated, to him, that no matter which way he looked at it, he knew he'd feel guilty for taking either side. He'd feel guilty for being the good son, as much as he did for being a bad one. The same applied to being either a good brother or a bad one.

Mostly, he felt guilty that he'd killed so many humans all those years ago, and he felt guilty now that he'd stopped. But, only minimally on that, as he believed he was doing the right thing. Though, he'd discovered, that doing what you believe is right didn't negate any guilt a person would feel for their actions.]