YET ANOTHER planeocracy option
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[The setting is some kind of area with decoration! Random hallways, art museum, whatever. Mercury is looking speculatively at this painting.]
You know, the proper cliche'd thing to do here would be to comment about how they can never get the wings right, or something like that, but this is pretty much completely accurate. Or was, a few hundred years ago. The whole "naked children with wings" look is pretty old hat these days.
Also, we didn't spend nearly as much time shooting arrows at naked people as the rennaisance would have you believe.
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[There you are, doing something that could be construed as creative! Drawing, writing, sculpting, interpretive dance, whatever. This guy has come along and is just sort of watching.]
Oh! Sorry, don't worry about me, just keep doing whatever it is you're doing. It's just that it's really interesting - humans are always really into the whole 'creating' thing in a way that's hard for someone like me to fully understand. Being an angel is mostly about guiding and observing.
I've dabbled a bit in creation myself, and I definitely think it's more fun.
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[Setting #3: Somewhere in Earth-MF! Some high-level Bad Shit is going down, and rightfully or otherwise, Mercury has been identified as the man to blame for all this tomfoolery. C.O's job: Aprehend him!]
Before you do anything dangerous or unpleasant, allow me to let you know a few very important facts!
Fact number one: I am an extremely wanted criminal among the Celestial bureaucracy.
Fact number two: If you try to aprehend me, I can easily use a Minor Miracle to stop you, although I strongly suspect that it wouldn't work.
Fact number three: If I were to use a miracle on this plane, Celestia would detect my presence and almost certainly call in a Class 3 Pillar of Fire to deal with my presence. I don't have all the details of what the different classes mean, but a 3 would easily destroy you, me, and anybody else who happens to be watching from the sidelines, or just taking a walk nearby.
So!
How about letting me go free, just this once.
[The setting is some kind of area with decoration! Random hallways, art museum, whatever. Mercury is looking speculatively at this painting.]
You know, the proper cliche'd thing to do here would be to comment about how they can never get the wings right, or something like that, but this is pretty much completely accurate. Or was, a few hundred years ago. The whole "naked children with wings" look is pretty old hat these days.
Also, we didn't spend nearly as much time shooting arrows at naked people as the rennaisance would have you believe.
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[There you are, doing something that could be construed as creative! Drawing, writing, sculpting, interpretive dance, whatever. This guy has come along and is just sort of watching.]
Oh! Sorry, don't worry about me, just keep doing whatever it is you're doing. It's just that it's really interesting - humans are always really into the whole 'creating' thing in a way that's hard for someone like me to fully understand. Being an angel is mostly about guiding and observing.
I've dabbled a bit in creation myself, and I definitely think it's more fun.
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[Setting #3: Somewhere in Earth-MF! Some high-level Bad Shit is going down, and rightfully or otherwise, Mercury has been identified as the man to blame for all this tomfoolery. C.O's job: Aprehend him!]
Before you do anything dangerous or unpleasant, allow me to let you know a few very important facts!
Fact number one: I am an extremely wanted criminal among the Celestial bureaucracy.
Fact number two: If you try to aprehend me, I can easily use a Minor Miracle to stop you, although I strongly suspect that it wouldn't work.
Fact number three: If I were to use a miracle on this plane, Celestia would detect my presence and almost certainly call in a Class 3 Pillar of Fire to deal with my presence. I don't have all the details of what the different classes mean, but a 3 would easily destroy you, me, and anybody else who happens to be watching from the sidelines, or just taking a walk nearby.
So!
How about letting me go free, just this once.