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Linus is dead. Stabbed in his sleep by a malcontent mortal who'd pretended friendship to invite the Archangel to stay in his home for the night after singing away a storm. The killer was himself killed by the Archangel's brother, along for the trip, but this does not the less widow the angelica. It does not the less leave the country without its Archangel.
There were eighteen years left in Linus's term, and someone has to fill them out. Alleluia shoos her acolytes and addresses her interface.
The Archangel Linus is dead. Who will be the next Archangel?
The angel Isabella, daughter of the angel Rinnah and the mortal man Charles.
Alleluia's met her... She's very young, she would have been readier if she'd succeeded Linus at the natural end of his term, but Isabella it is.
...She should wait for this news to reach the Eyrie and for Isabella to ask her, but this is an emergency interim change of leadership. Perhaps Isabella would like to have the answer ready as soon as she touches down at Sinai.
And who will be her angelico?
Darius, son of Noah and Abigail.
That's... Well, that's not her acolyte's father's name, but -
- but isn't he adopted -
Alleluia clears the interface. She goes into the acolytes' dormitory and knocks at Darius's door.
Angel Isabella and Acolyte Adarin
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castmyown
Oh Jovah does she mean right now? Right now right now? As in, she picks him up and off they fly and -
"I've already packed my bags, um, I, don't mind you carrying me?"
"I've already packed my bags, um, I, don't mind you carrying me?"
jovahs_heiress
"All right, then - Alleluia, if Jovah doesn't - have anything else to tell me?"
"That's all," Alleluia says.
"All right - where are your bags, then?"
"That's all," Alleluia says.
"All right - where are your bags, then?"
castmyown
"Right in here," he says, wondering if he maybe should have not obsessively pre-packed so he wouldn't immediately be picked up and carried off upon meeting Isabella.
Right in there: there are bags. Packed lightly (but efficiently, and well organized) and sparse in number, but definitely bags.
Right in there: there are bags. Packed lightly (but efficiently, and well organized) and sparse in number, but definitely bags.
jovahs_heiress
"All right." Isabella slings one over each shoulder, then motions him in the direction of the exit. "Thank you, Alleluia."
"Of course," says Alleluia.
"Of course," says Alleluia.
castmyown
"Thank you, Alleluia, um. Bye?" This is the most awkward exit of all time. Jovah. Jovah why.
Darius obligingly goes in the direction of the exit, wondering how common it is for angels to drop people.
Darius obligingly goes in the direction of the exit, wondering how common it is for angels to drop people.
jovahs_heiress
"Just don't squirm, and if you get cold let me know and I can fly lower or land for a bit."
And then, bags and all, despite him being quite a bit taller than her, she scoops him up in a bridal carry, waits for him to find a comfortably settled position in her arms, and jumps off the mountain.
And then, bags and all, despite him being quite a bit taller than her, she scoops him up in a bridal carry, waits for him to find a comfortably settled position in her arms, and jumps off the mountain.
castmyown
Oh goodness.
He does make a little 'Eep' sound when she jumps off the mountain. Surely that doesn't count as an undignified squeak. Right? It doesn't.
But he doesn't squirm, so, that's nice.
jovahs_heiress
She catches the air under her wings, gains a little altitude, and glides.
"If you get height-sick or dizzy or anything, I can fly lower, it's just more flapping."
"If you get height-sick or dizzy or anything, I can fly lower, it's just more flapping."
castmyown
"Um. I. Should be okay for now. Not height-sick or dizzy, just. Actually wondering if angels drop mortals all that often. Please don't drop me, it will be really hard to sing in the Gloria if you drop me."
jovahs_heiress
"I won't drop you. I've never actually heard of it happening outside horrible storms, and if we encounter a horrible storm I can sing it away."
castmyown
Nod nod.
"... I, um, realize that sounded a little, like I thought you might on purpose and nononono, I don't, it's just, first, thought in head. I also wondered how likely it was that someone would shove me off the mountain, but I didn't say that when I first got there and did here because I would like to at least attempt to honestly communicate with, um, with you, because. Yeah."
"... I, um, realize that sounded a little, like I thought you might on purpose and nononono, I don't, it's just, first, thought in head. I also wondered how likely it was that someone would shove me off the mountain, but I didn't say that when I first got there and did here because I would like to at least attempt to honestly communicate with, um, with you, because. Yeah."
jovahs_heiress
"Well, I promise not to drop you, either on purpose or accidentally. Or push you off any mountains."
castmyown
"Thank you. I also promise not to drop you, or, push you off of mountains. Even with wings I assume it would be alarming."
castmyown
"I... don't actually know, but it seemed like the thing to promise. 'Oh, good, we are decided on not being terrible to each other,' except in. Dropping from high places."
castmyown
Also giggle.
"Similarly I promise to not, uh, set, your hair, on fire?" Pause. "... I'm terrible at thinking of terrible things to do. This is not the worst problem to have."
"Similarly I promise to not, uh, set, your hair, on fire?" Pause. "... I'm terrible at thinking of terrible things to do. This is not the worst problem to have."
jovahs_heiress
"I assume if you wanted to have burned hair you could have arranged it without help."
castmyown
"Yep! And I do not want to set my hair on fire. Scissors work just fine if it needs to be trimmed."