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entrancelogs2014-10-12 03:24 am
quis_ut_deus) wrote in 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:
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.]]
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!
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.]]
no subject
[Not any passers-by, not his alternate, not Michael himself. Neither of their human envelopes possess particularly magnificent singing voices.
Being someone who isn't especially fond of apologies, Michael doesn't acknowledge his alternate's. All too often, they're used as excuses by those who shouldn't have been doing what they were doing in the first place. Sometimes they're warranted, but Michael much prefers when others simply avoid making mistakes in the first place.
There's a short pause as Michael evaluates whether or not he's firmly back in control of John's vocal cords. When he's sure that he is, he speaks.]
What is it that has you feeling guilty, then?
[If you're going to sing at him, you at least owe him an explanation.]
no subject
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.]