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[jarodrussel]

Date: 12 May 2003
Place: Park behind the manor
Status: Public (maybe Raphael wants to be attracted by him after fleeing from Belial? But everyone welcome.)
Summary:  Jarod contemplates the situation

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[halosphere]

Raphael was perched in a tree, sharing a branch with a very curious owl that had come out of its nest upon sensing a giant winged being land within the leaves. The Archangel had decided he would just stay here until he could go back to Heaven.

Looking down he sensed the Son lying in the grass. His lips curled up into a smile and he almost forgot to be terrified. "Hey!" he called, hopping down. The owl fluttered onto his shoulder.

[jarodrussel]

Jarod raised himself on his elbows as the red-haired winged man named Raphael came down from a tree. How close to birds were those people in their behaviour?

"Hey!" He greeted him, then added with honest curiosity: "Do you nest up there?"

[halosphere]

He looked back at the tree. "I suppose some angels do," he said. The owl ruffled his feathers as if to say I had better not have any more angels in MY tree! Raphael turned back to the Son, bowing slightly. Just because he couldnt remember didnt mean the Archangel shouldn't show respect.

[jarodrussel]

Jarod wondered what one of their nests would look like.

"Can you stop that?" he said at the bow. "I'm not used to being bowed to and it's not exactly something I feel any need of getting used to. Why don't you just sit down here with me and tell me a little about your day?"

Maybe that way he'd get some information. One thing he really wanted to know was how his face had gotten associated with their so-called saviour.

[halosphere]

Whatever worries Raphael had about Belial and his own Existence melted away. He leaped to his feet, so happy he would have been beaming like a tiny sun if he had the presence to do so. He made sure he had enough money to buy them both an Oreo Cookie Shake... And not those little snack-sized ones. He wanted to get Jarod a full-sized shake. The kind with whipped cream and a cherry on top.

"It's down the ways," he said. "We can walk there if you like or I can fly you over." He fluttered his wings a bit, floating a few feet in the air.

[jarodrussel]

Jarod hadn't meant "here and now", but it wasn't exactly as if he had any other plans for the moment, or even the afternoon.

"I'd rather walk," he said. "The weather's nice enough to enjoy it a little longer, after all."

[halosphere]

Raphael noticed his uncertainty and his cheeks colored. "Well, if you're not comfortable we can just lay around in the grass some more," he smiled, folding his outstretched wings.

[jarodrussel]

"Nonsense," Jarod said. "Let's go! Some exercise will do me good, and days like this one are just made for a little stroll into the town."

It would certainly show him if these winged men had free range of the town or if they would be held back by someone or something.

[halosphere]

The woman at the counter seemed surprised, but she then smiled warmly and motioned both of them behind the counter. "I'll even let you do it yourself if you like?"

[jarodrussel]

"Gladly!" Jarod said with the bright smile of a child given a special treat. "What do I have to do?"

[halosphere]

Raphael grinned at the Son's excitement. The woman handed a paper cup to Jarod and a metal ice cream scooper. "First, you scoop some vanilla ice cream into the cup. Or really, any flavor you prefer, but it tastes best with vanilla or chocolate."

She stepped aside, smiling as if teaching someone the art of ice cream was definately making her day.

[jarodrussel]

"I'll stick with vanilla," Jarod said. "I love vanilla ice cream!"

He had worked as an ice cream vendor before, but only at a stall in the street, where he simply handed out different flavoured ice cream. He did know how to handle the scooper professionally, though.

[halosphere]

Raphael crunched on some cookie bits before answering. "Well, Gabriel works in the library. I'm not sure what Aziraphale or Michael are doing. And I... Well..." His cheeks colored a little. "I've been recovering." Since your dad threw me out of Heaven! he thought bitterly.

[jarodrussel]

"From what?" Jarod asked. "Have you been sick? Do you want to talk about it?"

He looked very concerned. "I'm a doctor. Maybe I can help."

[halosphere]

The Master Physician, he remembered, smiling at him. "I was attacked some time ago." He stretched a wing, where one of the larger scars was still visible. "But it's getting better. I can fly at least."

[jarodrussel]

Jarod looked at the man's wing with some concern.

"Those look deep," he noticed. "What happened? Who attacked you? Did it happen here in the manor?"