Canon is SyFy's Dominion

[watchedover]

How strange it is to find myself recreated within the confines of a mortal mind. We mustn't tarry though, there is much to be done. The fate of both man and angel-kind hangs in the balance

Although, I will admit to being rather curious about this fetish of yours that involves my wings. It is an odd part of my body to fixate on.

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[erue]

Probably want to see if touching them turns you on or something.

[So strange to be saying that, and nope Alex never wondered himself. Nope.]

[watchedover]

[Admittedly it is a strange subject to discuss]

I believe you would alike the sensation to that of a hand brushing the bottom and arch of your foot. The same amount of nerve endings, although the sensation differs greatly depending upon my mood.

[blueherring]

...W...wow...

[Sorry-- give her a moment to ogle. She's been trying to be a proper witch and study magic for years. She had only read about angels... never seeing a real one before...]

You-- you're um... wow.
Uh. [cough.] B-beautiful [Cough cough.]
...You're an angel? I-- sorry, I only read about you-- your kind, I mean... in... books.

[whele]

You shouldn't be. Curious about that I mean- I don't think it will make sense in anyone's mind but their own.

[Really, really. People shouldn't be having fetishes like that.]

[watchedover]

[Michael is inclined to agree, but nevertheless humans seem to remain fascinated with his wings]

I suppose it is the allure of something different.

[Not human]

[whele]

I don't understand it.

[Apologetic look, no offense Michael. Your wings are nice...?]

My mundane is just nodding slowly, though.

[watchedover]

[None taken]

And how are you faring, Principate?

[whele]

[Talking with the one who brought the Savior is always going to be akin to avoiding rocks. Bows his head a little.

I'm faring well, though I'm not sure about this mundane business yet. How are you?

[watchedover]

[Fortunately, Michael didn't seem to understand the concept of awkwardness]

Well enough. I am merely concerned about what is to come. My mun seems uncertain as to what my fate is going to be.

[whele]

[Fortunately.]

Uncertain. You mean they don't know where they'll send you? I think you should talk to them about it.

[watchedover]

Something like that. It isn't just my fate I worry about, it is all of humankind.

[whele]

How do they expect you to worry about mankind when you don't know where you're going? Discuss it, perhaps they'll send you somewhere.

[watchedover]

I doubt it. I don't think she plans on sending me anywhere until a much later point in time. When the first season is finished

And you, do you know what plans your mun has for you?

[whele]

Mine states that I will be put into "meems"? I'll be put into those until further notice.

I don't understand it, but I believe it will work in the end.

[watchedover]

Memes? Horrid places, at least most of them are.

[But he does have some small grasp of human relationships]

Perhaps you will see Claire. I don't doubt she will turn up sooner or later.

[You with your cute crush on the Chosen One's girl]

[whele]

I was looking, they don't seem to be the best of places.

[ lkhsdalkhasfoghd seeing Claire in smut memes....does not compute. Just about flapping. ]

Maybe not in those memes.

[watchedover]

[Again, no sense of awkwardness. He merely tilts his head at an odd angle whenever mortals behave so strangely]

Perhaps not.

[Talking to an angel who beds down with up to five or more women at a time most nights]

[whele]

[Maybe a damsel in distress meme, or save from the evil monster meme.....

Okay who are we kidding, seeing a Claire in a smut meme would be like Christmas.]

No. [Hand flaps.] Some of those memes are too unsavory.

[watchedover]

[Not really his type, but look who's finally being honest!]

For a principate such as yourself, certainly.

[Again, have another head tilt]

[whele]

[Sees that head tilt. Quit it, Michael.]

Well I shan't be participating in those...those types. Uh. How's the mundane?

[watchedover]

If you say so.

[That's certainly not a patronizing tone of voice. Not from the likes of Archangel Michael!]

You are quick to change the subject. Reproductive urges are natural, even among the clergy of this realm. You see it as a flaw, as a sin, but your imperfections were crafted by God himself.

[And he has such a brittle grasp of social norms. His mind doesn't work the same as most humans]

[whele]

[Oh, this is the worst conversation William has ever had the pleasure to be part of. And all things considered, that's saying a lot.

Just going to hide his face in both hands. Is it rude if he just leaves now? See this is why-]

No, Michael, this isn't really an appropriate topic of conversation to be having. That's why I was changing the subject.

[Sex talks with the archangel Michael. How did this happen?]

[watchedover]

[Just. Another. Head. Tilt.]

As you wish.

[He's not human and so he doesn't quite grasp the discomfort. He does, however, know when it's best to drop a painful subject]

[whele]

[A miracle! A mi- stop headtilting, Michael. William is starting to feel like a science specimen now.]

Right. Good. What happens if they find the Savior? If.

[watchedover]

If Gabriel finds the Savior?

[For once, the impassive expression breaks, if only for a moment. A frown forms]

We must hope and have faith that he is ready for whatever might bar the path of his fate.

[whele]

[Just shakes his head.]

I pray it doesn't happen. The assault on Vega would be too much for the citizens to bear. They would flock to New Delphi, or further beyond.

[watchedover]

You are assuming they would survive. Gabriel has had many years to plot his revenge.

[If you're looking for a pep-talk, you cam to the wrong angel. Michael deals in reality and cold, harsh truth]

The attack on the reactor was only the beginning. A test of Vega's defenses.

[whele]

[Face literally falls. Oh. Gives a stained smile.]

But we have the Chosen One. That makes the difference, with the Savior we have a chance.

[Unless someone were to throw a spanner in the works.]

[watchedover]

Yes, everything rests with Alex.

[Wonder who that someone could be....]

Like Jeep, I wonder if I have prepared him for everything that is to come.

[whele]

[Who indeed. A mystery for sure.]

I'll pray for him. I don't think anything would prepare someone for what they saw today. Poor Alex.

[That jerk.]

[watchedover]

[You're lucky he doesn't suspect pawns like you so easily]

Prayer and faith are always welcome. Your father was right. We must hold our silence for now, until the path Alex must choose is revealed to him. The markings will guide him.

[Except someone already spilled the beans]

[whele]

[That's a harsh thing to call the church leader. Rude.]

He was right in that aspect . I'm sorry though, for some of the things my father said in that bunker. I'll pray for Vega, and for Alex in his new quest for enlightenment.

[Oh that's terrible that someone already told.]

[watchedover]

[Nephilim are an abomination in his eyes, so it could be much worse. Perhaps becoming so familiar and immersing himself in human culture had blinded him as his winged brethren suggested]

Thank you, Principate. Your father is only doing what he thinks is best.

[whele]

[Putting money on Gabriel breeding a nephilim army.]

Hmm. Michael. What do you think about what my father said? About how the war would end one way or another. Do you think it's that black and white?

[watchedover]

[What a loaded question to ask someone who had sided against his own angelic brothers when the first slaughter came to light]

I believe humans can be redeemed in the eyes of God. Jeep and Alex's mother were proof enough of that for me. I do not know if the same can be said of my brothers. We were the favored creation for so long, before humankind with their flaws were ever created.

[whele]

[Of course it's loaded. This is probably the longest conversation Whele has even had with Michael.]

There are more of then than us. And the reactor was only taken out by a few. I need to think of how to answer the questions of the people without lying to them. Do you believe we can win this?

[watchedover]

[Yes, the whole 'breeding an army of Nephilim' concept was beginning to become more and more likely, much to Michael's distaste]

We must put our faith in Alex, as I have said. He will show us the way. Given that information is top-secret at the moment, I would suggest you tell the people that the situation is being handled in the best possible way.

[It was the same sort of bullshit press release that his father would have given. His human father, that is. If nothing else, Michael knew how to play to politics. If only to suit the best interests of Alex]

For now, we are safe. The reactor must be repaired and heavily guarded. Another attack will leave us in total darkness. The wall's defenses will fall.

[whele]

That wasn't an answer.....

[Still. If the angels know where to hit, they can bring Vega to it's knees within minutes.]

If the lights go out they'll panic and scatter. I'll do my best to make sure it doesn't go that way but. Well. Do you - actually never mind that.

Are there no games you want to go to?