MEME : honest & mingling

[judicious]

so let's get to know each other a little better...

❝ FORCED HONESTY v2 ❞

no-one's denying that all these gods and godesses aren't formidable motherfuckers. I mean, let's face it, they're all thousands of years old have turned more hot virgins in to trees than your average mortal has had hot dinners. and even their minders can be pretty badass. but right here, right now, everyone present is bound by the highest authority to TELL NOTHING BUT THE TRUTH to whoever that asks it of them...

i n s t r u c t i o n s :
① post below with your character
② others reply with a question
③ the first character must answer truthfully - lying or avoiding answering the question is impossible!

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RAPHAEL { angel of healing ( judeo-christian )

[attends]

[Honesty is what people get out of Raphael by default. It's why he feels so calm and patient despite the fingers twisting into the jumper he's wearing. He just likes the feel of it.]

[seikyou]

Why don't you heal everyone who asks?

[attends]

[He gets asked this question a lot, though he doesn't mind. He can understand that it's difficult to accept, at times.]

Sometimes it's time for them to depart this world. It isn't my place to interfere if their time has come.

[seikyou]

[He pauses to consider this, blowing smoke vaguely towards the angel]

And what about the ones who merely end up disabled for life?

[attends]

[Raphael's feathers remained unruffled in every way.]

They have a path to follow. They must have faith.

[seikyou]

In other words, shut up and take it.

[contagious]

What...Oh what will you do when you're not useful anymore, buzzard?

[attends]

Do you mean when my Orders change? [He knows the balance of life and death must be respected, Horseman. You should give him credit for that much, at least.]

[contagious]

I mean...[His words stick to his lips, to the inside of his mouth, and he takes his time to take a drag of his ever present cigarette.] When the end comes, and We take precedent?

[attends]

I return to my Father.

[contagious]

Mm, useless. [He shrugs into himself, coughing up smoke.]

[judicious]

[ Watch it, you. ]

[contagious]

[His lips just curl up into a thin, wry smile, as if challenging Gabriel to try it.]

[ex_oblatories_654]

[ She used to smoke. Used to drink a lot too. Used to do all kinds of shit to her body just to see how quickly she could run it into the ground. Nowadays, not so much. Maybe that's what it means to work for an angel; maybe that's what purpose feels like. Kathleen doesn't know.

She tips her head towards his hands. ]

You'll ruin the hem like that, [ said idly. She doesn't care either way, just observing. ]

[attends]

[His lips curve into a smile the moment he knows she's making her way to him, small nod in greeting because he's learned that it's what she prefers: no fuss.]

Ruining hasn't been my duty for a long, long time. How are you, Kathleen? [It's a silly question; if he wanted to know he could simply look into her mind, but that's something he would rather not resort to.]

[ex_oblatories_654]

[ Heh. Angel humor. The sort of thing Kathleen would sneer at normally, make some kind of snide comment and move on. But meeting Raphael, taking on Crane — they've changed her in ways she's yet to fully understand. When she shrugs it's only with one shoulder. ]

Tired. [ She's been giving more than she should lately. Not too much, but close. ] Been a long week and it's not even over yet. No rest for the wicked. [ She rubs the back of her neck. ] And even less for the good guys.

[attends]

[Unlike his apprentice minder, Crane, Kathleen requires more attention, more of his keen eye trained on how much she's giving away. Raphael worries for her, his whole purpose healing, and the way she burns herself out and gives more than she should away troubles him. Her purpose isn't to give her life for someone else's.]

Will you let me heal you?

[ex_wardency_821]

[ Barachiel tends to avoid his brothers and their minders. Not because he dislikes them in any way, shape or form; no, he loves them each and every one. In fact, he likes quite a lot of them, too. But he's not a fan of their occasional criticisms and their questions as to what he does when he's away.

Still, a small smile is crooked for Raphael. He's always been very aimable, when the mood strikes him. Barachiel is, in many ways, very near to human in that respect. ]

Hello, brother.

[attends]

Hello, Barachiel. [There's a far more open smile in place of the usual deadpan expression on Raphael's face when he senses Barachiel approaching. It isn't that he doesn't know how to smile, or that he doesn't feel contentment far more often than his brothers, Gabriel and Michael. But his time with humans is in their pain, their grief, their moments of desperation when they need healing. He doesn't mind not seeing smiles as much as long as he can see the grimaces and the tears and the pure agony ease away. In that respect, maybe he is more like Barachiel than he is his other brothers.]

It's been a while.

[ex_wardency_821]

[ It's Raphael who lays his hands upon them and offers up succor to the sick and the dying in their time of need, but it is Barachiel who hears so many of their prayers — filtered in through the recesses of his mind from the heavenly host of guardian angels meant to watch over mankind. In that way, yes, they are very much alike when compared to the rest of their brothers. It means that Raphael garners a warmer welcome than others. There is a touch of something — sheepishness perhaps — at the greeting. An acknowledgment of distance and time apart. ]

Too long? [ he asks. His voice is kind. ]

[attends]

[He wanders as far and wide as some of his other travelling brothers do in order to heal people, but he's also part of the law firm Gabriel heads up and that requires him to allocate a certain amount of time to staying in Oxford. So, when he's there, he can't help but miss the brothers he has out in the world.]

I'm glad you're back.

[preparescues]

Do I tire you, brother?

[Uriel, being quite engrossed in matters of redeeming and saving and protecting through the CO19 often times gives little care for the wounds that come with the job. One might say he's selfless, but in part it is carelessness.

His minders have to remind him not to bleed on the couch.]

[attends]

Of course not, Uriel. Why would you think you do? [Healing up his brothers drains Raphael's energies at times, especially if the injuries are horrific, but he isn't understanding the question that way. What he means is that he will never grow tired of being that strength in healing for his brothers, or for the humans he so faithfully looks after.]

...I have headcanon for this and I wanted to ping you about it

[apreparescuer]

[A hint of a rueful smile.]

For the advice I give Raziel, I am not unlike him in forgetting to mind myself as much as they mind me.

[Uriel admires the strength his brothers have, but it is more in his nature to find inner healing and physically protect all he loves from harm.

Still, there is always one healing he wonders if, while given to him freely, his brother judged him for.]

[attends]

The advice you give Raziel is very sensible. [Though, yes, Raphael knows how much Uriel ignores that on a regular basis. Looking after their human forms seems to have come more naturally to some of his brothers than others, and even those who seem to be less successful fall short in different ways. Raziel's needs are far different to Uriel's, and Raphael knows this because he makes certain that he is around when they need him.

He smiles kindly and reaches for Uriel's shoulder, fingers squeezing gently, reassuringly. There isn't a day where he's tired of his brothers, simply worried for them.]