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tampered2006-08-06 08:58 pm
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Log, Essentially Complete but for a few finishing bits.
When; The morning of the 6th
Rating; PG13, because otherwise Lucifer go crezzeh.
Characters; Uriel![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
malkuthmalakh and Alexiel againstgod. Then later anyone who wants to stick their oar in (probably the usual gang).
Summary; ON LAST NIGHT'S EPISODE: Rosiel's sale of Uriel to Jack Sparrow seems to have had some rather unhappy consequences, because it meant he had to spend a reasonable amount of time talking to Jan Valentine and Agent Sands, which is enough to send anyone la vida batshit loca. A great deal of pent up frustration finally explodes out of Uriel and brings on a fit of Avenging Rage, manifesting in the appearance of his mask (the thing into which he puts all his anger and rage for when he needs it to punish the wicked, in case you don't know Angel Sanctuary) and a huge ass thunderstorm. Matters were made worse by the arrival of the Kraken at building eight, which caused him to throw a massive shitfit and hurl lightning bolts at the poor, harmless, innocent squidly, and probably catching Ranmaru in the crossfire at some point. He is perching on the crow's nest of the Black Swann, glaring into the turbulent ocean when Alexiel arrives to try and calm him down. Ooh, wasn't that a long summary. Sorry about that.
LOG:
He would punish them all. He could feel their sins, all around him. The city was riddled with sin, rank with it, begging him to cast the mortals into eternal damnation. Fools and traitors and guilt, guilt anger hate EVERYWHERE DRIVING HIM MAD. He should cleanse them all. Raze their souls to the ground with cleansing fire, with the Holy Light of El.
No. No more God. God was dead. Death had deserted him here. There was only justice, and he, the hand of justice. He would begin with the blind one. He could feel his soul from here, a mean little soul full of selfishness and arrogance, on the ship below, with the cowering one Rosiel had sold him to... He would...
He looked up and saw her, radiant and resplendent, and his eyes were filled with the light...
Rating; PG13, because otherwise Lucifer go crezzeh.
Characters; Uriel
malkuthmalakh and Alexiel againstgod. Then later anyone who wants to stick their oar in (probably the usual gang).Summary; ON LAST NIGHT'S EPISODE: Rosiel's sale of Uriel to Jack Sparrow seems to have had some rather unhappy consequences, because it meant he had to spend a reasonable amount of time talking to Jan Valentine and Agent Sands, which is enough to send anyone la vida batshit loca. A great deal of pent up frustration finally explodes out of Uriel and brings on a fit of Avenging Rage, manifesting in the appearance of his mask (the thing into which he puts all his anger and rage for when he needs it to punish the wicked, in case you don't know Angel Sanctuary) and a huge ass thunderstorm. Matters were made worse by the arrival of the Kraken at building eight, which caused him to throw a massive shitfit and hurl lightning bolts at the poor, harmless, innocent squidly, and probably catching Ranmaru in the crossfire at some point. He is perching on the crow's nest of the Black Swann, glaring into the turbulent ocean when Alexiel arrives to try and calm him down. Ooh, wasn't that a long summary. Sorry about that.
LOG:
He would punish them all. He could feel their sins, all around him. The city was riddled with sin, rank with it, begging him to cast the mortals into eternal damnation. Fools and traitors and guilt, guilt anger hate EVERYWHERE DRIVING HIM MAD. He should cleanse them all. Raze their souls to the ground with cleansing fire, with the Holy Light of El.
No. No more God. God was dead. Death had deserted him here. There was only justice, and he, the hand of justice. He would begin with the blind one. He could feel his soul from here, a mean little soul full of selfishness and arrogance, on the ship below, with the cowering one Rosiel had sold him to... He would...
He looked up and saw her, radiant and resplendent, and his eyes were filled with the light...
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"The city is beautiful. You should see it from the air. You have not wandered much, have you, O Rosiel?"