I → Pondering his Voyage

[one_that_leads]

((A rushing comes across the sky, dark blue and falling fast. Wings askew, trailing, falling much farther than the faller knew he should fall, but in blackness now, unaware: falling angel, but not fallen, straight down onto Misery Square.

There. Minds that move swifter than winds, faster than falling, the mockery of his guilt to fall. There. Stone and contact, collapse and still more blood, but breath as there was life, and a body still.

After a long and sickening moment, noise, breath, life, but barely. The eye unclouded by blood opens, spins around the square and stares...))

A carousel--?

((Breathing as though conscious of breath and need therefore))

This...

This is not the tower.
No, this isn't Heaven at all...or Assiah...or Hell...

((A long pause, a shuddering gasp))

But Lord Rosiel--

--is here.

((scraping, dragging, nevermind the crackle of bone))

I must go to him.

Lord Rosiel, can you hear me calling? I will never be mistaken again. I am coming back to you.

[ooc: Comment-log or voice-post (thanks to...something in his pocket I guess...) Come scrape him up, Alexiel, take him back to Master *_*]