I am really getting tired of this. I never enjoyed training excursions and I'd rather not be cooking every single meal over an open fire.

[Surprise, surprise, somewhere between this post and the one before he's ditched his usual suit for a polo and slacks. He looks markedly disheveled.]

That being said, the numbers seem to be getting fewer, but whoever else is still stuck here has my sympathy. If anyone in the desert needs medical attention, let me know.

Much as I hate to add to the complaints, this is getting ridiculous.

[He holds up what had been a pair of glasses, the sand collapsing between his fingers in seconds.]

[Then he shifts the camera to the remnants of his house. He's still got a couch, and all of about two walls. The rest is sand.]

My survival skills haven't gotten a... chance like this in quite awhile. I don't remember any curse lasting this long before. Might as well bring out the camels at this point.

Most of my pantry's been spared, at least. I expect it to go soon. [a pause] Michael? Are you still here?

[The street's in the background, people bustling about. Raphael might look a bit younger by four or five years, his face not quite as set in its expressions, but the change is more in the way he's holding himself than anything. He's speaking carefully and clearly.]

Is this--

This is Raphael, of the Virtues. I'm honestly not sure where I am at the present. I don't think it's Assiah. But I'll try to send my coordinates as soon as possible. I've tried to leave on my own but that's proved difficult, if not impossible. There seems to be some sort of barrier around this place.

I... fully expect this all to go on my record, but I am very sorry for any and all trouble I might have caused. It won't happen again.

[clearing his throat nervously]

Please contact me as soon as possible. Thank you very much.

(ooc: Deaged a couple thousand years to the, er, glory days of youth! ... Sort of. Raphael back when he was an aide, pre-Belial, pre-war, and pre-cynicism.)

[Raphael has a pointer in hand and is currently jabbing it towards hand-drawn but accurate, labeled diagrams of male and female reproductive systems. First at one, then at the other, as if he's instructing a small child.]

Depending on who you ask, this is either the most natural thing in the world or a perversion of the highest order. Regardless, it has its inconveniences.

[Without half the amusement this might seem to warrant, he sets down the pointer and puts up a picture of a baby, covering up the diagrams.]

So I suggest using protection.

[A box of condoms and a pack of birth control pills zoom from off-camera into his hand. He holds them both up for inspection.]

[... And then with even less amusement, he puts up a picture of a red-eyed, one-winged angel on top of the first.]

Please.

[No amusement left at all, as he shakes his head slowly, pushing back a few strands of hair before putting up a picture of a demon. He looks at it for a second before turning to the camera again, edge of his mouth starting to tilt into as near a grin as he can manage--]

-- But once you've ensured that everything's safe, enjoy yourselves. Experiment. If you ever need any tips, don't hesitate to let me know.

(OOC: ... ahaha. He'll explain if asked, but in Angel Sanctuary, the product of an angel/angel union is an inbred i-child, which tends to have red eyes and one or no wings. The product of an angel/human union, allegedly, is an Evil.)