17 June 2012 @ 05:01 pm
Lord Rosiel?

How did you--? I thought you were elsewhere...but you're...

[ooc: Seeing double, Katan? Happy father's day, kiddo.]
10 May 2012 @ 10:07 pm
I think you cannot know.

[ooc: An elliptical reference to Rosiel, yes. Have fun with that?]
29 April 2012 @ 05:38 pm
The City is tiresome. Less for what it is than for who is in it. Less for who they are than for what they do. Less for what they do than for the lack of thought behind it.

If they would stop and consider, if they would stop from rushing ahead even for a moment, most all of the problems in the City could be resolved. But, instead, there is misunderstanding and violence and lies and suffering. There's entirely too much pain and suffering and the people cry out for relief but they can have none because they have brought these things on themselves. And there's never more than a passing thought given, neither before nor after. I count myself guilty among them, yes, but I have given consideration to these things. There is pain that must be endured, sometimes. And one can consider this as well.

It's as though everyone seeks out the pain in which they find themselves. There is pain that must be endured and there is pain that can be avoided. There is some wisdom in knowing the difference. It's foolishness to fall into both and bewail the situation. Bewailing the situation at all is fruitless. Endure, contemplate, act, or be silent. It does no good to complain for its own sake. A cry for help, yes, that much is understandable. Complaining does nothing for pain, but that seems to be the only thing that ever happens here. No thought, no consideration, no decisions, but only complaints at finding oneself in pain. When forethought or consideration could have avoided it in the first place. Or made clear the reason for it, at least. Maybe complaints ought to be turned to contemplation, since complaints only make clear that one is in pain. Think on it for a while.

I would stand against it all but--

It's all familiar. And it's true: there is no new thing under the sun.

[ooc: Someone has a case of "No Inner Monologue." Everyone run. Katan thinks you are all immature :|]
17 April 2012 @ 04:23 pm
I found one--and then some--of these creatures in my pocket this morning.

They seem harmless, if a little troublesome.

[ooc: See Katan. See Katan with a lapful of tribbles. See Rosiel. See if you can guess how this might end.]
08 April 2012 @ 07:07 pm
It seems, if not sacrilege, a very poor joke. Somehow.

[ooc: Says the angel with reason to believe he'll die very soon after getting back to his own world.]
27 February 2012 @ 11:56 am
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[ooc: Cut for a large SFW-but-weird image. Some of you know it, some of you are meeting it for the first time. This is Katan Sr. Katan Jr. doesn't remember Katan Sr. (the cat, of course) because of all his going and coming from the City. But Katan Sr. remembers... Katan Sr. remembers very well. He's back.]
17 February 2012 @ 12:59 pm
The desert is difficult, but not impassable. Even the creatures aren't so terrible if they can't be avoided.

Lord Rosiel, I don't know how we were separated-- I have secured some supplies and will return to you immediately. Are you yet in this desert? I think you must be.

[ooc: As you may or may not be surprised to learn, the heaven from which he comes is sort of one giant military-industrial complex. Are we surprised that he has gone full soldier for the moment? No, we are not. Yes, he has a gun (don't ask me why, but it's adorable).]