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[fuckwisconsin]

First there is the business of seating himself. Bartleby clearly doesn't spend a lot of time with his wings out or he wouldn't try to sit on a couch. Or a chair. Or anything with, you know, a back. Finally he settles (wobbly, but settled!) on a stool

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[grandwilled]

"Nice of you to offer. Intriguingly, the Bible doesn't contain any of the various hosts of angels, either."

[fuckwisconsin]

Bartleby nods, slowly. "Did you want a cookie for that...?"

[grandwilled]

"Oh, no thank you. You're the first evidence I've seen of a higher power, actually- that's quite cookie enough." He smiles cheerfully.

[fuckwisconsin]

"Evidence? Oh, c'mon, this is the Nexus. If I were blond, anorexic, and rich, I could be a mutant. Also, I don't know about any of the higher orders, but I did not receive 'pulling cookies out of my ass' powers. I don't think it was in real high demand. I'm sure Metatron could handle it. ... So to speak. Now that's an angel, let me tell you."

[deadman_grey]

"Which 'god' are we talking about here?" Not that it really matters. Most any gods Grey has heard of aren't very fond of his kind. This doesn't stop him from being curious, unfortunately.

[fuckwisconsin]

"Well, for me, I'm talking big-G, Father, El, Elohim, Adonai, Jehova, 'I Am', Creator, Shepherd, first and last." Bartleby pauses to breathe. "... that's enough, I think. I mean, She's got so many names. But if that who you call god hears you because you are theirs, then that's ... between you and them."

[deadman_grey]

"I don't think god's have ever heard me, but I don't talk to them. Haven't for a long, long time." Grey grins, showing off his 'unholy' dental work.

[fuckwisconsin]

"Nice can openers," says Bartleby in the polite tone of voice people use when shown someone's collection of small porcelain dogs. "You're not alone on either count. But you don't need to be a vampire to think that way. Does the physical reality of your condition make a stronger case for it?"

[fireandlife]

Deep breath.

"Ok. Not that I really feel guilty about this anymore... ok, maybe I do feel some guilt, it's not the kind of thing you can really easily sweep under the mental Carpet of Denial, right? And it sort of wasn't really me that did it, although it was me... I think... and it wasn't entirely my fault, because I was manipulated. But I guess it was my fault, taking responsibility is important, right? And... um..."

Eyeshift.

"I sort of destroyed an entire solar system inhabited by sentient beings."

[fuckwisconsin]

Aw.

Bartleby will take her hand if allowed, and it's like the moment you step inside from tussling in the snow: not hot (except your face is red) and not cold (although you might be shivering), the transition seems caught in a smarting moment of temperatureless-ness. And it's just as fleeting, in the face of all she is.

"Sometimes, I think we've all been there," he says, lightly, if literally, in his case. "It's only as a representation of something more than ourselves that we reach that kind of moment, but we are there, and we're left with the pieces, too. How's the clean up been going?"

[fireandlife]

It's allowed. She squeezes his hand lightly.

"Well, not everyone's been there. Otherwise we'd be pretty short on inhabited solar systems. But it sure would be easier for me if that was true. I show a little fire, come back from the dead again, and people get all weird around me. Like I'm going to disintegrate them or something, which I'm not... ok, maybe Emma... I have a grip now, you know?"

Exhale. She assumes he's talking about Operation: Pick Up Phoenix, since he's an angel, and they know everything.

"The clean up has been keeping me pretty busy. That, and dodging Shi'ar battlecruisers. I swear, those people hold a grudge forever."

[fuckwisconsin]

Knowing everything would make him totally emo. He also prefers not to hang in universes that have superheroes. Those universes are really stressful, but mostly take care of themselves. Like with resurrection and fire!

"It's funny that you say 'grip', because maybe it's just me, but I try to carry the sentence on to a natural conclusion, and I'm thinking like: a grip on a weapon. A grip on a tree branch so you won't fall. When you're holding someone's hand. To say you have a grip on something is a difficult promise to accept as comfort. Now it's not just that they're afraid of your power, they're afraid of losing you. But the last one doesn't sound so bad, the hand holding. Maybe that's what they need to be shown."

[victormakesart]

Catholic girl, right here! She fidgeted.

"Ummm. Well. It don't count if'n I don't feel sorry, right?"

[fuckwisconsin]

Bartleby eyes Vincent, but it's only pretend-stern. "Maybe not, though I'm trying to stay away from the 'count for something' angle. That's getting a little uppity, for me, I mean. But you wouldn't be the first to confess something you don't really feel sorry for, so you could go with it. No pressure."

[victormakesart]

"Okey. Cool."

Victor smiled sheepishly, and nodded. "I curse a lot, sometimes. I don't get along wi' my family, but that's gettin' a little bit better. Ummm. I think mean thoughts at people when 'm upset. I sorta feel guilty 'bout that last one. I'm not really conventional wi' how I love, neither, an' sometimes I feel bad that I ain't really like other folks wi' the lovey-ness. I dunno why, 'cause I ain't sinnin'."

[fuckwisconsin]

"Heh. She'd have to chuck the whole fuckin' lot of us if She ever really got upset with the cursing." Bartleby says cheerfully.

"Well, I can tell you what you already know, kid, you're no saint. ... Cause, and you know this, it takes forever to become one, and miracles, really not that easy. Like, I can't even do one, I'm just not a miracle-doing kinda angel. I would never get sainted down here, and you know why? Because society is run by cranky old men, that's why, and they're like, family's important! Be nice to people! Have a family of your own! And that's not wrong and it's not a bad idea, but it's not really a rule. It's more like a ... guideline."

Bartleby grimaces at having to use that expression.

[pocket_pal]

"You tell me yours 'n' I'll tell you mine." Heh heh. "Hi."

[fuckwisconsin]

"Oh, you." Snort. "You'd be bored. You don't even know. We're so, so... I don't know how to say it. Compared to you guys. Compared to you. It's like, hot dogs and, ... cigar smoke. Except completely not. Fuck it."

He resettles on the stool, ruffled from trying to explain. "Don't you have your own priest to confess to?"

Absolutely straight face.

[pocket_pal]

Well, colour him tickled pink. He hadn't expected to get that much of a reaction.

"Nahhh, parted ways some time ago. Fella up 'n' disappeared, actually." Whatever happened, he doesn't seem terribly bothered by it. "This a usual part'a the divine daily routine, or're you just killin' time?"

[fuckwisconsin]

"This, daily? I'm not that holy." Bartleby's amiable tone remains though the way he's looking at T distinctly sharpens. Not unpleasantly so, but it's a different kind of paying attention. "Really. Cameron didn't seem like the type."