[PRIVATE to the angels]

[Raphael looks unwell, still. The strange pallor hasn't left her, the unhealthy look that has long characterized Lucifer's corroding vessel. Her eyes are dimmed with something that might be exhaustion, or might be something else. It's strange, that she should use the PCD for this, given her preference for angel radio- but ( Read more... )

Everyone should be advised that all angels are liars, not just the ones with the misfortune of being new to this place. Having played host to Lucifer and survived the Animus for so long, I have no doubt as to the ability of the residents here to handle themselves like adults.

[Filtered to Anna]

You can relax, you know. I can hear your tension ( Read more... )

[The feed clicks on clumsily, jumbled and clearly in the hands of someone who doesn’t know how it works. After a few seconds it comes to rest in midair pointed at a stern-faced woman in a distressingly stylish pantsuit. There’s little expression on her face but cold harshness, the kind of severe near-blankness of cold fury. Only three people in the ( Read more... )