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[demiurgos_girl]

[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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[reckless-eagle.livejournal.com]

Is it okay?

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

[demiurgos-girl.livejournal.com]

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.

[reckless-eagle.livejournal.com]

[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.]

[demiurgos-girl.livejournal.com]

[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.

[reckless-eagle.livejournal.com]

[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]

[demiurgos-girl.livejournal.com]

[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.]

[reckless-eagle.livejournal.com]

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

[Because her mouth is made of stitches.]

[demiurgos-girl.livejournal.com]

...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.]

[reckless-eagle.livejournal.com]

...That definitely sounds like a no.

[demiurgos-girl.livejournal.com]

[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?

[reckless-eagle.livejournal.com]

[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 ♥

[demiurgos-girl.livejournal.com]

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.]

[reckless-eagle.livejournal.com]

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.]