Raphael is drawn to the Safe House

[halosphere]

Time: April 27, around two AM
Place: on the front lawn of the Manor
Status: PUBLIC (anyone up at 2AM who wants to find him catching his discorporation out there)
Summary: A tired and weary Archangel discovers the Manor

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[mcleod1592]

Duncan scooped up the nearly unconscious demon before he could fall again and possibly injure himself even more

[kristallprinz]

Atlan found it hard to keep elation from his voice. He permitted himself a smile at the being's reaction, which he deemed to be recognition. He was close. So close.

The cell activator seemed to be working faster than usual. He feared that that also meant he had less time than usual before it started to do damage.

He took it away.

"I'm sorry, my friend," he told the being in English. "More might kill you after all. It's keyed to me. But with rest and some care you should be alright now."

[roseheerkens]

Rose had gone to the bar, carefully opening the door to make sure the bunny wouldn't escape. When she left the bar again as carefully as she'd entered she carried three bottles of water, assuming that would be enough for the moment.

She ran back to room 110 as fast as she could and went in. The scene had changed again from what she'd seen when she left. Mr Dawson was there, and Mr von Arcon was next to the bed, lifting the injured being a bit and pressing something to its chest.

Rose just stood there, barely inside the room, still carrying the bottles.

[halosphere]

He felt the source of the power being pulled away from him, deeply gasping as if he had been drowning. As his senses slowly returned to him he felt pain but not to the degree it had been. The lingering power echoed softly through him like a weak heartbeat.

Minor cuts and lacerations... A few deep, but easily stitched... He had been healed. Mostly, anyway. Turning he looked through strands of damp hair over at the white-haired creature, sensing the egg-shaped device as the source. He smiled and thanked him in his native tongue. Then turned to the others in the room. Joe. Duncan. The werewolf. His smile broadened gratefully.

"Thank you." His voice was hoarse and raspy and it hurt to speak but he was filled with such gratitude for these people he couldn't not thank them. "I am Raphael, Patron of Science and Knowledge." He intentionally left out the bit about being the Archangel of Healing, because in all honestly, he didn't think he was anymore. "Please let me know how I can repay your kindness." He was sitting up on his own now, still

[kristallprinz]

Atlan got to his feet, pulled the chain with his cell activator over his head in one fluid motion and stood, arms folded loosely in front of his chest.

Patron of science and knowledge, eh?

Oh, he'd bet he was!

"Take me home," he said, again speaking the empire's language.

[halosphere]

Raphael looked at him curiously. He wasn't sure if he had enough energy for such a task but maybe if he concentrated...

Closing his eyes he focused all his power to the man, feeling it drain from his own weakened one as if it were being sucked away. Come on... Focus! He chewed on his lip, not breathing, not moving, not speaking, only forcing everything into that being.

A bright light erupted and enveloped the man and the Archangel focused the last of his powers on completing what was asked of him. It shoukd have worked, but before Raphael could tell if he had managed to teleport him home the last of his energy left him and his body dropped bonelessly to the bed, crushing his throbbing wings and yanking him into a deep unconsciousness.

[mcleod1592]

"What did you do to him now?" Duncan snarled at the white-haired man.

His hand shot to Raphael's throad, feeling for a pulse. He breathed a sigh of relief as he found it.

[kristallprinz]

"Nothing," Atlan shot back. "I think the idiot tried to do something would've gone well beyond his strength if he hadn't been injured."

He knelt down by the bed again. "Let's get him out of those torn things and bind his wounds properly, berfore he wakes up and tries something else."

He was feeling better than he had in millennia. Finally, after all this time, he knew that it was only a matter of a very short time before he was going to go home.

[josephdawson]

Joe wondered idly what exactly he had come the stairs up for. He was obviously not needed here.

"I'll try and straighten up the bar," he announced as he left.

[roseheerkens]

Rose could only watch, not understanding what was being said. She'd understood the beings name and thought angel was more probable than demon, considering this 'Patron of Science and Knowledge' thing. But she didn't know what Mr von Arcon had said or what Raphael tried to do afterwards.

She put the water bottles on the nightstand and took a closer look at the injured Raphael.

"Mr. von Arcon? Is there anything I can do to help?"

[kristallprinz]

The girl had probably seen nothing he had to remove from her memory. Better not to let her see anything like that either...

"Why don't you go help with the bar?" he asked, hoping it looked bad enough to warrant two people setting it in order."

[halosphere]

Raphael stirred a bit, trying to slide his crunched wings out from beneath his back. He could slightly sense that someone -Joe?- had left and felt a pang of sadness. I didn't get to thank him! He also sensed the man that asked to be taken home, which meant despite channelling every bit of energy he had, the teleport hadn't worked. He would have apologized if he'd had the strength to speak.

In a dimly-conscious part of his mind still desperately trying to stay afloat in the muck within his mind, he was still reliving the events of the previous day. There was still a bitter young man waving a gun, there was a Hellbeast nearly fatally wounding him. There was a shot fired and blood and death... He whimpered weakly, his chest aching for that poor boy that lost his sister and felt he had nothing else to live for.

"She was all I had

[roseheerkens]

Raphael really didn't seem to be well. Not well at all. She hoped, Mr von Arcon knew what he did. But Mr Dawson most probably could use the help cleaning. She hadn't forgotten the fact that he'd have problems sweeping the floor.

"Alright, sir."

And she went to help Joe clean up the bar. She'd have to clean the hallway as well, and the stairs, and the lobby. So much blood. I hope Raphael gets well again.