He was going to get in trouble and he knew it - he was under strict orders to not leave bed until Raphael and Gabriel felt comfortable letting him walk around - but the fact of the matter was that he was bored, he felt fine*, and there was a tugging on his aura that told him he'd finally found the Christ.
Curious to see if he was right, Michael left bed, not bothering to switch out of the pyjamas he'd been placed in, walked down the flights of stairs, and walked to the main entrance. There Gabriel, Raphael and this kid were standing there awkwardly.
Yeah, that was Him. Felt kinda weird though, off a bit?
"Didn't expect to see You for awhile yet," he said with a grin. "What brings You here?"
Jarod looked this new man up and down. He did not think that repeating they had the wrong guy would do much good right then and there.
"Who're you?" he asked instead. And, because it seemed like a good idea at that moment, added: "You got a pair of wings hidden away, too?"
He winked at the man, just in case, and gestured for Gabriel and Raphael to enter the building. If he had been apprehensive about having them at his back, he was certainly not going to be caught between what was possibly three of them!
Michael cocked his head to the side. Who am I? Only the other hand of Our Father, only the...
"You're not the Christ, are you?" he murmured, looking at the boy more critically. "You... feel like Him, but at the same time, something's wrong. Huh. Maybe you're faulty?"
He looked to Gabriel and Raphael. "Do you think we can return him?"
"No," Jarod assured him, fighting hard to supress a grin, "I'm not faulty."
Then he realised what else the man hat muttered. He spluttered: "And no, I'm not the Christ. Christ, how did you get that idea? I'm not even Christian!"
That was, in retrospect, possibly not the wisest thing to do. Unsure of how they would react, he kept the building at his back and tensed his body. Three against one would be a hard situation to get out of. He was sure he had gotten himself out of tighter spots before, but he couldn't exactly remember when.
"But I was booooooored," Michael whined, and he finally let his wings unfurl to ease the pain of keeping them hidden. "And now I want to know what's wrong with him. He's wrong. Maybe he ate the real one and that's why we can sense Him?"
"I'll... read to you later or something. Or bring Earl Grey by." Gabriel smacked Michael - very lightly - on the arm. "He is the Christ. I'm sure of it."
Raphael watched everything with sheer amusement. This was the Son! He may be mostly cut off from the Presence but he knew the Son of his Creator when he felt him. He could also sense the discomfort and nerves in the boy. Finally, deciding Michael and Gabriel had it handled, he decided it would be best to leave before he caused any more trouble that would ripple into further incidents. It would not be good if the Savior of the world complained to His Father about him.
With a humble bow to the Son and a nod to his brothers (actually Michael got a "you're supposed to be in bed" glare) he moved quietly back into the manor.
Well... The one with the almost bare wings - Gabriel - seemed to be the leader of this lot, as well as the one who understood most of what was going on. The redhead apparently was willing to follow the other's lead - or possibly anyone's who gave him one. Both apparently were slightly confused, but if they were indeed part of some experiment, that was only understandable
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Gabriel insulted Michael on a regular basis, but he was rarely too pleased about others - besides those close to them - insulting him, so it was probably a good thing Jarod hadn't said anything. Even if He was the Son.
He gestured to the door. "Do come inside, Lord. You can clean up and have something to eat." Frowning slightly at his expression, Gabriel added, "Are You alright?"
Michael shook his head as he looked the boy over more. "This isn't Him," he told Gabriel. "I'll ask Heaven about it, because this one's broken. Surely Father will be able to explain everything, at least hopefully to me. This one's definitely not as good as He was. Now if you'll excuse me, I have a walk to get on."
He strode past them, spreading his six wings so they could get some sunlight, trying to ignore that weird fake Christ.
Michael shrugged. "Not bad," he admitted. "The wounds are all healed, the only residual effects I'm getting are from blood loss. Although now there's that kid and he's rubbing my aura the wrong way, because it should be Him, but it's not..." He grimaced and sighed. "Ugh. This place is nuts, Gabriel, it really is."
The words registered, adn Jarod turned around and strode up to the other two.
"Sir, are you injured?" he asked the blonde man. What kinds of experiments were they performing on people here?
"And you know, maybe you should go back inside and at least get dressed. Some people - you know, they find it strange when others walk around in their pajamas. What will your father say if you appear in front of him like that?"
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"No, Lord. After You." He bowed his head slightly.
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Curious to see if he was right, Michael left bed, not bothering to switch out of the pyjamas he'd been placed in, walked down the flights of stairs, and walked to the main entrance. There Gabriel, Raphael and this kid were standing there awkwardly.
Yeah, that was Him. Felt kinda weird though, off a bit?
"Didn't expect to see You for awhile yet," he said with a grin. "What brings You here?"
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Jarod looked this new man up and down. He did not think that repeating they had the wrong guy would do much good right then and there.
"Who're you?" he asked instead. And, because it seemed like a good idea at that moment, added: "You got a pair of wings hidden away, too?"
He winked at the man, just in case, and gestured for Gabriel and Raphael to enter the building. If he had been apprehensive about having them at his back, he was certainly not going to be caught between what was possibly three of them!
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"You're not the Christ, are you?" he murmured, looking at the boy more critically. "You... feel like Him, but at the same time, something's wrong. Huh. Maybe you're faulty?"
He looked to Gabriel and Raphael. "Do you think we can return him?"
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Then he realised what else the man hat muttered. He spluttered: "And no, I'm not the Christ. Christ, how did you get that idea? I'm not even Christian!"
That was, in retrospect, possibly not the wisest thing to do. Unsure of how they would react, he kept the building at his back and tensed his body. Three against one would be a hard situation to get out of. He was sure he had gotten himself out of tighter spots before, but he couldn't exactly remember when.
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He turned back to the Christ. "If anyone would know who You are, it would be the three of us, since Uriel isn't here."
At least Jesus had been aware of who He was. Is this why You wanted us here, Father? To guide Your Son?
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With a humble bow to the Son and a nod to his brothers (actually Michael got a "you're supposed to be in bed" glare) he moved quietly back into the manor.
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He gestured to the door. "Do come inside, Lord. You can clean up and have something to eat." Frowning slightly at his expression, Gabriel added, "Are You alright?"
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He strode past them, spreading his six wings so they could get some sunlight, trying to ignore that weird fake Christ.
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"Michael, you really shouldn't be out here yet. How's your chest?" He reached up to the Warrior's chest, touching the bandages lightly.
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The words registered, adn Jarod turned around and strode up to the other two.
"Sir, are you injured?" he asked the blonde man. What kinds of experiments were they performing on people here?
"And you know, maybe you should go back inside and at least get dressed. Some people - you know, they find it strange when others walk around in their pajamas. What will your father say if you appear in front of him like that?"
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