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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GABRIEL, angel of revelation [ judeo-christian ]

[judicious]

[ well, he certainly doesn't have anything to hide but judging by his expression he clearly thinks he has better things to be doing right now. ]

[contagious]

[Everything that Pestilence does is languid, and this is no different. He has no intention of getting up out of his chair, lounging as if he lacks the energy to get up at all, but he does pose a question.]

What's your worse fear, Jibril?

[judicious]

[ There's an impatient flicker of his glance to his wristwatch and a flutter of the papers on his desk as he pointlessly reshuffles them in to an even neater stack than before - but if anything they're just little movements to bide him a few seconds of time. Gabriel purses his lips, not overly fond of his more intimate name being used so needlessly. ]

I don't care to entertain the notion of fear, horseman. As long as I am true to my purpose, I have nothing to fear.

[ a beat, then with a drop in his glance he adds: ]

So perhaps it is not being true to my purpose. Disservice, I suppose.

[contagious]

[He watches Gabriel for a moment, taking a long drag from his cigarette and blowing the smoke up into the air, watching it disperse.]

Good answer, very you.

[judicious]

[ He purses his lips and folds his fingers over the stack of papers before him, wrestling with the flare of temper that Pestilence's reply elicits. ]

And that means what, exactly?

[contagious]

[He takes his time again, as he always does, his voice consistently quiet, hoarse, unimposing despite his intentions, despite his words chosen.]

Very befitting of the master's dogs.

[judicious]

[ His gaze leaps upwards again, back from his hands and the paper before him, to connect with the horseman's in a crackle of rage. He controls his tone but it takes some effort; the words are eked out between pursed lips and gritted teeth. ]

Mind your words, horseman.

[contagious]

[What Gabriel's eyes have in rage Pestilence's have in absolute disinterest, with that same tired, empty stare he's had since eternity began. He licks his dry lips, the corners of which slowly stretch into a content little smirk.]

I mind them very much.

[judicious]

Not enough, not for your own good.

[ In the lack of any real fight from the horseman Gabriel's annoyance quickly subsides in to scorn. ]

And what, pray tell, does the self-crowned prince fear?

[contagious]

Soap. [The words come out as a croak and he starts coughing, hacking phlegm onto the ground. Whether he's joking or not, there is obviously a degree of truth to it.]

[wroth]

[ These two are either a trainwreck or get on like a house on fire. ]

Define righteousness.

[judicious]

[ ...it's too early to tell.

Gabriel looks mildly perturbed by the question but at least he has a millenia of scripture to fall back upon. He clears his throat and lifts his chin to reply: ]

A goal to be worked towards. Knowing what our Father requires of us doesn't make it easier to be righteous, but only shows us where we fall short. A state of true righteousness is impossible to attain, but we strive to be worthy of its gift.

[ He breaks off, unhappy at being tested in such a way by one of the Greco-Romans, and raises an eyebrow as if to as are we done here? ]

[wroth]

[ No, soldier of God, we're not done here. Her questions are not meant to antagonize; she is, in all honesty, genuinely curious. ]

And your shortcomings. Do they lead to guilt?

[judicious]

Of course.

[ Although, sometimes he's not sure he has all that many of them.

Perhaps that in itself is a very obvious shortcoming. ]

Whether or not it is warranted isn't for me to judge.

[ There's an edge to his voice that suggests it isn't for her to judge either; let that be saved for her own believers. He belongs to his God and there is no crossover to be found between of them, of that he is perfectly confident. ]

[meritorious]

[ He laughs, softly and briefly - a fairly rare occurance, truth be told. ]

Is it surprising that I can't think of a thing to ask you?

[judicious]

Well. [ Gabriel drops his gaze to his hands, steepling them pensively over the stack of papers on his desk with a mild laugh before gradually raising his eyes again to meet Michael's. ] You never were one for divine inspiration, brother.

But perhaps it's a testimony to our partnership?

[meritorious]

[ With a somewhat knowing glance, Michael seats himself opposite Gabriel, perfectly comfortable and relaxed. He doesn't know how long it has been since he attained such peace when in Gabriel's presence, but it isn't the sort he shares with anyone else. ]

I'd like to think so. I couldn't imagine keeping secrets from you.

[judicious]

No, neither could I. [ He simply shrugs and gestures at himself, as if that explained everything. ] Lawyer.

time for art trolling

[terpsichord]

You don't look like a twinkie or a girl with golden locks. Isn't that false advertising~?

[judicious]

[ Dead eyes. These false little Greco-Romans, they're all the same. ]

I can't possibly imagine what you're referring to, muse.

[terpsichord]

All the art of you looks the same. Where are your curls and androgyny?

[trolololololo]

[judicious]

[ Oh, for the love of-- Gabriel's gaze turns away with unrestrained annoyance. ]

My sincere apologies if I have somehow disappointed you.

[preparescues]

Do you like your job? Being a barrister.

[Uriel is quite happy with his, though his time in the military was not one he really enjoyed. It seems all so very suiting --the pun very much intended-- that Gabriel stand in court, but sometimes he wonders if such cut-and-dry legality is as icy as his brother makes it seem.]