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[Elaine actually sound distraught, her voice tight and her sentences clipped. She tries to keep her face passie, but her eyes are slightly wider than normal. She clears her throat.]

Poland. I have something to show you. [She hesitates for a moment before she adds the next line.] If anyone else wants to see, too, it's... the archangel Michael.

He's not on display or anything, I just thought some people might want to meet him.

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A doll?

[That catches her slighlty off-guard, and she's startled.] Yeah. I guess so.

You aren't happy.

[She isn't even sure herself. Was it that obvious? She glances to the side.] The doll is a bit of a... mockery, isn't it? You don't just make dolls of people.

Yes.

[Rei looks at something off to the side.]

They aren't real.

And they're not... [She can't quite explain how she feels. Her father's abscense had always bothered her. Now he was here like some sort of... taunt. Like she was being taunted.]

[She merely shakes her head.]

[Rei looks back at the screen.]

We're being mocked.

[She nods vaguely.] This shouldn't bother me so much.

No. [Whether she's agreeing or disagreeing isn't evident from her expression.]

[She'll take it as agreeing. It's something Lucifer would do, enough to push her to stop being bothered by the doll, at least.]

I hope this event doesn't cause any problems.

How would it?

Some dolls might be made after enemies of people here.

They're dolls.

We don't know for sure. They might be more than that.

What?

I really don't know. Just be wary. [She shurgs.]

Yes.

And you.

Seriously? Dude, all I got was Hungary!

[Who is now kicking him in the shin. But it's okay, because she's a plushie.]

Mm. Yeah. Do you... Do you want to see? I wasn't sure if you wanted to. [Awkward moments, yes? She hadn't exactly brought up her entire connection with heaven and other people ever since they started talking. She's a little worried, but at least he might enjoy seeing what an actual angel looks like.]

Is it okay?

[He's not sure what the protocol is for like, looking upon angels, even if they're not real.]

Yeah. Just, well... [She wants to say to not be surprised, or to not worship the doll or anything like that, but she might just be overreacting. She lets the sentence hang.]

You can meet me at my room.

[Poland feels sort of shy about this, but... how many times is he going to get a chance like it? So he comes up to her room, and knocks, a little bit timidly.]

[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.

Edited 2011-01-23 03:40 (UTC)

[Excuse Poland for a second, Elaine, he's a little blown away by fake-Michael's presence, in awe of his otherworldly beauty.]

[.............]

[O-Okay. He's going to try talking again.]

He's like. Way closer than what I've got.

[Plushie-Hungary wanders out from behind his legs, and promptly sets about exploring the new territory of Elaine's room]

[Elaine glances at the smaller doll, enough to notice how cute the plushie is, but other than that she's to preoccupied with Michael. Or pretend-Michael.]

He's not quite the same. They got the... [She gestures at Michael, and its clear enough that she means "beauty."] They got that right, but some of his features are different. And he won't talk to me.

[Still whispering. Michael is an imposing presence, and he does seem rather upset.]

Can he talk? I mean... she totally can't.

[Because her mouth is made of stitches.]

...I don't know. [That's a good question. She turns to the doll.] Michael? Can you talk? [The full-blown angel only looks at her and Poland again, brow furrowing, before turning back to look at the cardboard box.]

...That definitely sounds like a no.

[She's not sure how she's supposed to feel. Looking away, she shakes her head vaguely.] He's like a... like a mannequin.

Do you want to go somewhere else for a while? Have something to eat?

Edited 2011-01-23 07:45 (UTC)

[He takes that as an opportunity to offer her a little olive branch, because their friendship still feels kind of shaky sometimes.]

Totes, let's do that. We can like, go downstairs, and I can make some soup ♥

Okay. [She smiles at him, though she's still whispering. With a glance back at the mannequin (that's looking at them again) she opens the door and leads him out.]

Hungary, gorgeous, do you like, wanna hang out here with Michael?

[She moves over to Poland, giving the impression that she does not; he shrugs, picks her up, and walks out into the hallway after Elaine.]

The archangel? [ Dolls of holy beings aren't rare, it sounds like. ] I see I wasn't the only one.

[Her eyes widen.] You, too? Another Michael?

[ There's the slightest shake of his head. ]

Ah, not quite. Mine is God.

[Silent for a moment. She glances off to one side, toward Michael, who seems to have suddenly taken an interest in the conversation.]

What? Yahweh? Where? What room are you in?

[ He corrects: ] He is Shinigami-sama. I'll show him to you, if you'd like.

Which floor are you on?

Shinigami... [She looks confused, her eyes narrowed.] Tenth floor. Room seven. [[ooc: ~~at least i think it was seven~~]]

[ ooc: It is! ]

[ He nods and takes off with the doll, leaving the communicator behind. If she wants to know, he might tell her about Shinigami. When he reaches her door, he knocks loudly. ]

[She opens the door slowly to see who it is before she lets him inside. Michael is standing with his arms crossed, staring at nothing in particular, fidgeting slightly as though he was impatient.]

Hi. [She tries to smile, but its obviosuly tense.]

Hello.

[ On the other hand, he smiles with ease as he steps in. He eyes Michael momentarily, then faces Elaine to present a fairly small and strangely shaped black doll. ]

This is Shinigami-sama.

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