so marvelous and dangerous
WHO: crucifriction and sh_consulting
WHERE: An abandoned building.
WHEN: Two in the morning on the 25th.
WARNINGS: Violence.
SUMMARY: Sherlock intrudes upon Azrael. It doesn’t go well.
FORMAT: First quick, then I don't know.
[ It’s a beautiful night for casting punishment on the wicked, however old as it might be. Within an abandoned little construction lie, falling apart at its edges-holes in the floors peering down on the floors below, splinters and glass scattered across its floors. Scarce sad scaffolding still clings to its edges, remnants of a renovation long since forgotten.
Within the third, top floor of this place does an evil man sit unwillingly bound and gagged. Michael (not right now, Azrael) holds Sin dangerously close to his legs, threatening (no, foreshadowing) to stroke downward in a smooth, brutal sweep.
He’s been babbling to him for an immeasurable amount of time, voice booming with fanatical fervor, steady in his broken convictions. It echoes throughout the building, shaking off the walls-mostly nonsense, his madness growing exponentially within the past few weeks. If the massive doors to the structure creak, he doesn’t notice them. ]
WHERE: An abandoned building.
WHEN: Two in the morning on the 25th.
WARNINGS: Violence.
SUMMARY: Sherlock intrudes upon Azrael. It doesn’t go well.
FORMAT: First quick, then I don't know.
[ It’s a beautiful night for casting punishment on the wicked, however old as it might be. Within an abandoned little construction lie, falling apart at its edges-holes in the floors peering down on the floors below, splinters and glass scattered across its floors. Scarce sad scaffolding still clings to its edges, remnants of a renovation long since forgotten.
Within the third, top floor of this place does an evil man sit unwillingly bound and gagged. Michael (not right now, Azrael) holds Sin dangerously close to his legs, threatening (no, foreshadowing) to stroke downward in a smooth, brutal sweep.
He’s been babbling to him for an immeasurable amount of time, voice booming with fanatical fervor, steady in his broken convictions. It echoes throughout the building, shaking off the walls-mostly nonsense, his madness growing exponentially within the past few weeks. If the massive doors to the structure creak, he doesn’t notice them. ]