[video] one more nothing i'd like to say

[private, text, unhackable]

Seven months here and all I've ever gotten for my troubles is a massive amount of tension headaches and a couple of burns. I don't mind the burns. But--

I mind feeling like this. I don't want them here, mostly for Michael's sake, but part of it's mine. The Messiah's as much of a disappointment and an irritation as ever. I know damn well he knows what's gone on but I don't care to hear it at all. And I can't stand what Lucifer's simply being here has done to Michael. I should have-- been better.

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[and to video, leaning back idly in his chair]

I saw someone on the street today trying quite hard to smoke three cigarettes at once, and I ended up with about six and a half croissants from the bakery for the price of two this morning. Much as I'd rather it was my overwhelming charm, I figure it's safe to say I don't really merit over commerce, so I suppose we've got another curse on our hands. I only hope no one overdoses on medication.

But at any rate, I have a question. Given the length of time and the people here I'm sure it's been asked before. How many of you have been back home, for however long? Did you remember this place at all while you were there, or would that have even made a difference? Inquiring minds, and so forth.

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Oh.

[Nooot even teasing Raphael. But he will tug him a bit because...]

The deeper levels are the other way.

They are? Sorry.

[and he turns and heads with him in the other direction]

It's... well, it's been awhile.

[and he probably was too busy griping to take notice]

[He nods, not really caring. Monsters are monsters anyway. They'll still be there.]

[see Raphael. See Raphael doing his dead-level best to make up for Michael's utter lack of enthusiasm, rushing out way ahead of him--]

[intent on making this work]

[and so it's not much longer before he hears the rumble and the growl of-- something. or somethings, it's hard to tell with how dark it is]

Mika-chan! Come here! Hurry, I've found some!

[Michael just walks up to go and see what the heck Raphael stirred up with his yelling.

Oh. Those are kind of big.]

Those are too big for you.

[Raphael's pride, secretly, takes a beating at those words]

They're fine! I just can't see well enough in here to--

[oh, damn, it really is snarling and running after him already, so he hurriedly summons up some air, firing it at the creatures]

[and missing entirely]