[She opens the door slowly.] Hi. [Her voice sounds strange, as though she's confused or maybe a bit nervous. Stepping back, she opens the door wider to let him in. Past the doorway, he'll finally get the see the Archon.]
[Michael is by no means small. He's tall enough to be imposing, muscular enough that you wouldn't want to get into a fight with him. His long blond hair doesn't obscure his face, which is passive, though his eyes are burning with some inner intensity. His armor glows, and his wings are spread so wide that they have to bend inwards slightly to fit the room.]
[More than all of that, beyond description, Michael is beautiful, like all the archangels. So beautiful that the things around him look beautiful, and when he walks away from them they look worn and imperfect.]
[Not that he's walking. He stands still at one corner of the room, looks at Poland without much curiosity, then looks away again at the upside down cardboard box in one corner. He crosses his arms, and doesn't say anything.]
...He's mad, I think. [Elaine whispers this, next to Poland.] He has the wrong aura, and his skin feels wrong.
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[Michael is by no means small. He's tall enough to be imposing, muscular enough that you wouldn't want to get into a fight with him. His long blond hair doesn't obscure his face, which is passive, though his eyes are burning with some inner intensity. His armor glows, and his wings are spread so wide that they have to bend inwards slightly to fit the room.]
[More than all of that, beyond description, Michael is beautiful, like all the archangels. So beautiful that the things around him look beautiful, and when he walks away from them they look worn and imperfect.]
[Not that he's walking. He stands still at one corner of the room, looks at Poland without much curiosity, then looks away again at the upside down cardboard box in one corner. He crosses his arms, and doesn't say anything.]
...He's mad, I think. [Elaine whispers this, next to Poland.] He has the wrong aura, and his skin feels wrong.