*There is a large metal angel wandering around. This could be the other Metatron you may have seen, but...he seems more curious than the other might be. And his wing doesn't have that nervous twitch
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*A human...? Yes, he senses as perfectly normal. There is an odd power to him, but that's nothing strange. Most humans possess some limited supernatural ability, often too limited to manifest.* So there are humans in this place...
*oh yeah. Yeah he can. But that's not nearly as worrying as what Bel's doing out here, complete, and what it would mean...* How did you come to be this way? Was this Lucifer's doing?
*The nickname takes him by surprise.* ...I was not aware we were so familiar with one another. *...this isn't the same Metatron, Shura. Where's the wingtwitch? (also, sarcasm?)*
[Sup Metanoch. This is another demon route MC. The only noticeable difference is, this one's female and not wearing the black cloak at the moment.
And carrying an Orthrupup.
And discussing the finer points of raising an Orthrupup with a Norn. Somehow, the discussion dips at times into a debate over what toys are best for a growing, teething Orthrupup. Norn's convinced it's rawhide; the girl is convinced that it's anything tough and long enough for both heads to teethe on.
... She seems pretty harmless, for what it's worth.]
*Demons at play. Or at least discussing leisure. That's something new. ...and...what doppelganger in their right mind would choose the wrong sex for Abel? ...
...unless he was wrong. He doesn't like to admit it, having developed a more-than-healthy sense of angelic pride. But there's really no other way that this would work...
...so then...there are more versions of Abel. More than one world. He's found himself somewhere he shouldn't be, and can he really trust the black-cloaked Abels? As much as it hurts to think that, they are his enemies. And it does hurt, it really does...enough that he has to turn away from the scene.
[Asa looks over and blinks. This person looks distressed. Time to go find out what's up, over Norn's concerned protests. Yeah, it's an angel, but this isn't her world, so it should be okay.
Right?] You okay there?
[Orthrupup starts sniffing. You smell like metal, dude. :|]
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And it's obviously a powerful one, too.]
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[He's looking at her. Uh.]
...Yes?
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At least, it looks like he is.
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...Another angel.
What the hell.
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...if it isn't the messenger of the Lord, himself. How fares your Master?
[Hey, Metatron. Can you feel that false civility?]
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And carrying an Orthrupup.
And discussing the finer points of raising an Orthrupup with a Norn. Somehow, the discussion dips at times into a debate over what toys are best for a growing, teething Orthrupup. Norn's convinced it's rawhide; the girl is convinced that it's anything tough and long enough for both heads to teethe on.
... She seems pretty harmless, for what it's worth.]
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...unless he was wrong. He doesn't like to admit it, having developed a more-than-healthy sense of angelic pride. But there's really no other way that this would work...
...so then...there are more versions of Abel. More than one world. He's found himself somewhere he shouldn't be, and can he really trust the black-cloaked Abels? As much as it hurts to think that, they are his enemies. And it does hurt, it really does...enough that he has to turn away from the scene.
Care to wonder just what's wrong with that guy?*
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Norn, I keep telling you not to call me-- huh?
[Asa looks over and blinks. This person looks distressed. Time to go find out what's up, over Norn's concerned protests. Yeah, it's an angel, but this isn't her world, so it should be okay.
Right?] You okay there?
[Orthrupup starts sniffing. You smell like metal, dude. :|]
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