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[kristallprinz]

Date: 18 May, evening
Location: Bar
Status: Public
Summary: This is all so frustrating... I need a drink

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[josephdawson]

Joe smiled at the new guest. He had caught a fleeting glimpse of him before, and McLeod had told him a little about their subsequent talk.

"Certainly," he answered to the order and carefully poured a glass of the best dry red wine he had at hand.

[kristallprinz]

He sampled the wine and nodded appreciatively.

As he settled on a stool at the bar, he indicated the room with a gesture. "Not much patronage tonight?"

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[halosphere]

Raphael had wanted to apologize to Joe for leaving his bar in such a mess. In all honesty he had no excuse for the empty bottles -some shattered- and blood smudged all over the floor. So he would just come right out and say he was wrong and hope that the man would forgive him.

It was worth a try anyway.

As he approached however he became aware that he recognized the other man from before. When he hacked off his wings... For a moment he considered returning later but what if there wasn't another opportunity?

"Hello, Atlan," he said with a warm smile. He turned to Joe, shame suddenly on his expression. "Hello, Joe. Erm, can I... can I get a hot chocolate?" Raphael's cheeks were burning but he was not going to leave until he properly apologized to Joe.

[josephdawson]

Joe smiled at the new guest and turned to reach for a cup. Finally his bar was filling up a little!

"Certainly," he said and quickly and efficiently prepared the drink before depositing it in Raphael's reach. "How are you?"

[halosphere]

Raphael nearly choked on his swallow of chocolate. He hadn't been expecting such a question. He stiffened and tried to think of an excuse to change the subject, but then...

They deserved to know...

Letting out the breath he realized he had been holding he stared down at his cup. "I was once an angel," he said. "The Archangel of Healing. I owned a clinic in Upper Tadfield and one day a... a young boy came in. His sister... I had been treating her for Cancer and she had suddenly died." The memory was strong in his mind and became more vivid with each word that passed from his lips.

"He had a gun, and when I tried to talk him down a Hellbeast attacked. The boy... A shot rang out and he had... had..." Raphael forced the words out of his mouth. "He had taken his own life. Had destroyed himself." He clenched his eyes shut, hands grasping he counter ledge, suddenly feeling as if he were there again, reliving it

[quickneatuntrac]

The angel bit must be some kind of metaphor. But two could play that game.

"I fear," he told the man, "I used to work for the other side."

Not that anyone would believe him if he openly confessed to his former profession. With interest he noticed the man's strong reaction, though.

"I myself do not approve of suicide either, however," he stated, inwardly grinning at the thought of why he didn't, but keeping his face seriously calm to the outside.

[halosphere]

Raphael gave a shrug, shifting uncomfortably in his seat. He felt a bit vulnerable having shared his story. "Can I have another one, Joe?" he asked. At this rate he was going to drink his body weight in chocolate.

[josephdawson]

"Of course," Joe said as he poured another cup for the angel. "As far as I'm concerned, a guy's life is hie own affair. Who'd I be to tell him he can't end it if he really wants to?"

[halosphere]

Raphael tilted his head at Atlan. "I need a Presence," he said quietly, shifting uncomfortably. "Which I no longer seem to have. Wings would have helped too, but... Well, you saw what happened to them..."

[kristallprinz]

"We should have a talk about what precisely a 'presence' is made of," Atlan suggested. "In peace and quiet, some day."

Some day soon, that was.

[halosphere]

Raphael looked surprised but he nodded. "Alright," he said, smiling gently.

[kristallprinz]

Atlan nodded at the red-head. "Contact me when you have some time to spare."