Holy shit it's not Cherry this time
*There is a red-skinned seraphim out in the middle of the mall, swinging a spear around like nobody's business. Michael just got here and his brain's already been broken. Not by the mall itself, but by a conversation with a certain Virtue. He's more distracted than he should be. The idea of angels committing genocide and devoting themselves with slavish attention to glory and power is...more than a little nauseating. Even more when he tries to wrap his mind around the fact that even Gabriel was with them. The one voice of reason that he should have listened to before he was proven wrong by a young artificial Messiah, acting the part of a murderous psychopath? A common housecat might as well have stood up and put on pajamas for all the sense it made.
So he's doing what he always does when he tries to get something off his mind. Jab his spear around a little and sweat it out. Just be careful, kids. Sharp pointy objects are dangerous. Don't get too close!*
((ooc: Mirr here with Michael from SMT 2-verse. Virtue broke his brain! Try not to get stabbed. Stabbing hurts. Feel free to bother him!))
So he's doing what he always does when he tries to get something off his mind. Jab his spear around a little and sweat it out. Just be careful, kids. Sharp pointy objects are dangerous. Don't get too close!*
((ooc: Mirr here with Michael from SMT 2-verse. Virtue broke his brain! Try not to get stabbed. Stabbing hurts. Feel free to bother him!))