video; BACKDATED to Wednesday

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[Raphael, this time, looks less like the bleeding pile of shit she did last time and more like a meditative businesswoman with dry skin who hasn't slept in a while. She is seated Indian-style on the floor of what is obviously a run-down house; her normal illusions of nice drawing rooms and furnished libraries are gone. Forgotten, even. There's a

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[swordoffate]

Michael has been having a bad week. Actually, longer than that; he's been having a bad while, ever since the disastrous break down of his family's careful alliances and truces that had kept them all at peace. He'd had to break up altercations and had missed even more of them, and despite what his siblings apparently thought, he was not an endless source of patience that existed to keep them from their immature squabbling and lead them all around by the hand

it's your hot body you do what you want.

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Raphael continued spinning the sword in midair, not bothering to look up to greet him. The wound was a little bigger now, and the bright glow coming from within fascinated her. It was a bright, strident pain to cut through the constant burn that even now ate away at her being and strained her insides. Anything different was welcome.

There was no greeting, friendliness, or familiarity from her. If anything, Michael's arrival made her frown, shoulders shifting with displeasure at the too-bright presence now pressing at the walls around her. His presence was like a low-grade migraine to her. In fact, from her stalking this week of the other so-called angels in the city, they all were- except one. But he was the one that she knew she had to have caution around. The untrustworthy one, the bastard she distinctly remembered plunging his hand into her Grace and trying to rip it out, leaving behind this horrible, constant screaming agony inside her.

She had nothing to say to any of her alleged brothers.

I run with twelve gangs and we only commit hate crimes

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Michael was not impressed, and he didn't know what she was doing with the sword; the Raphael he knew would not be treating a dangerous weapon so callously. The sight of the grace bleed, as small as it was, bothered him and he didn't even have to move to mentally reach out and pluck the sword from her telekinetic grasp, it flying to his hand for him to catch it easily.

"It isn't a toy, Raphael." He said, voice tight; he wasn't snapping or losing his cool, but he wanted to to the point where it was creeping into his tone.

I ran for Congress and won

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She was on her feet at that, instantly annoyed. Only now did Raphael see fit to look at him, feeling with a disturbed pang the metaphysical hurt of being near him and his kind.

"Give me my sword." Pause. "It is mine." That was doubt, but she wouldn't admit it.

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[She doesn't understand a lot of what Raphael's trying to say here; what sticks out to her is the simple concept of not knowing loved ones, family.]

But don't you think we're missing out on our chances to be with them, too, if we can't remember them right now? [Are there things she's forgetting? Is this why she finds herself so drawn to her roommates? Why it feels like something's missing she's just not sure how to define?]

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The memories will return at the end of the event. There are strains of influenza that last longer than this amnesia.

It is potential for objective action that's more rare.

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[She really, doesn't want to put together that Raphael could mean against her brothers.]

Do you mean being able to do something about the Animus together?

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I mean action in our own lives. This is a glimpse of clarity. The chance to look at our paths of action without bias.

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[He can't argue that, can't even begin to. How many times in Hell had he thought something similar? That if he'd lost his family he would have been free? But he can't shake off the love he has for Michael and the others no matter how hard he tries. He will kill them if he must, yes, but he will love them even after their blood stains his hands.]

Raphael, what have I told you about running with scissors?

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I would not know.

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[youllsayit]

[softly] You're being foolish.

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[Irritably] I'm uninterested in your opinion of me.

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They do say that ignorance is bliss.

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No. A window of opportunity for true objectivity.

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Well. If you didn't much like what you had...

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Then enjoy the vacation while it lasts.

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[everwotching]

That's an interesting way to look at it.

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Old prejudices and attachments cloud judgment. It's not a secret.

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[everwotching]

Yeah, but what happens if people forget what they're attached to and what they're judgmental about?

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[Whiny bitches are really annoying her.]

Then hide under a rock for four days until your fellow rats remember themselves. It is purely temporary.