A fine jest, City. I fear what I may have done if it had been more than a jest. ( Idly, she flips her hair over her shoulder. ) As it stands, I am feeling like myself again.

( She rolls her shoulders, her gaze not wavering from the screen.)

Perhaps your intentions were good? ( She had been planning on giving birth to her no longer decaying brother before she came here. ) Shall I thank you?

( If a smile could create icicles, Alexiel's would cause the City to transform into a frozen wasteland. )

Be glad you returned him. ( She doesn't even need to draw her sword to make her point quite clear. Waging war on the City would be a much smaller feat than waging war on Heaven. )

Okay, I get that if you're under eighteen, you get a check every month from the City. That's good, but I'd feel better if I worked for my money. I've been waiting tables which is... okay, but we eat out a lot and all the ramen is starting to rack up. I could use a second job if anybody is hiring. I'm very athletic and can do a decent amount of lifting and other manual labor so if you know somebody who knows somebody who needs somebody, let me know?

Or if they need security. I'll do security too. [Going from superhero to toy cop. Epic downgrade, Katherine.]


[Private to the Avengers, Coulson, Neil, and Todd.]

From what I understand is that Billy's at home now, so it's best you try not to ask Teddy about him today. Or how Teddy's doing himself. He's pretty down about it, understandably.

[A pause.]

Don't tell him I told you this.

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I should, perhaps, apologise for my behaviour yesterday. I do not, of course, think that I am the Angel of Death. I think it should be obvious by now that it was all a curse. So to anyone I might have unsettled with it all, I do apologise.

Even if it isn't so far off the mark, not from what was said about me and from what I've said myself in my own world--

In the scheme of things, my stalking about on the rooftops while wearing a pair of costume wings seems to have been rather mild compared to the 'flaming swords' I've since heard about. I don't think branches and pens and rakes are quite the same as the flaming sword given to the angel who guards the gates to the Garden of Eden.

Not that it matters. After all, my namesake 'went out from the presence of the Lord, and dwelt in the land of Nod, on the east of Eden.'

Truth be told, this entire month has been rather benign, so far as I'm concerned, at least--aside from kissing and being kissed for the better part of the day and then stalking on rooftops. On the other hand, I've not been transformed into a cat or a woman or a child, nor been made to act too strangely nor been made to hallucinate too greatly. I suppose I should be grateful that all I've had to endure is some kissing and stalking about on rooftops for a day.

I know quite well it could be worse. October is coming quite soon, anyway.

~C.
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[ooc: Because I suck and am full of fail, I didn't post yesterday. But, suffice to say, Cain was hanging out on rooftops, wearing too much black and a pair of black wings that he found in one of the opera house costume closets and thinking he was the/an angel of death. Because, you know. Feel free to have seen him.]

Harry, I have completed the assigned tasks of video watching.

The incredibly long six movies of the War of Stars was somewhat ... well, it leaves many questions. In attempting to avoid one's destiny, one actually fulfills it? Disturbing implications, I must say, all things considered.

As for the Kid of Karate, one ought to solve all problems with violence in a contained arena? That is a very Aesir sentiment, and I am sure there is some human moral about not giving up despite being smaller than your opponent in that message as well, but in truth, I prefer not getting my hands dirty in such a way.

Although, now I do better understand some of the internet memes that I had previously studied on the 4chan.

[Thoughtful, pensive, tapping a finger to the side of his jaw, then shrugging] Serrure, out! [Then clicking off the feed.]

[Hercules, in his apartment, is dancing to Tequila by The Champs. He actually has a bottle of tequila in one hand. When the song comes to an end, he addresses the network with a grin.]

This party needs more people. Who cares to join me?

Me claim large beast for trophy! You no hunt, only me do!