First, in which Angel arrives
Jan. 16th, 2010 10:53 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
birdkiddie[The camera doesn't show anything but blue for a moment, then you see the mansion from above and a flash of something that looks like a giant dove. The camera is high up in the air, and the direction is clear. It comes from up and is headed down ...just that there is something in the way. A head, to be exact. Blond curls. The journal bounces off it and falls deeper, passing the face of a little girl that is stuck somewhere between fear, confusion, alertness and tiredness. Her eyes are hollow and smudged with purple rings, and one whole side of her face is a single bruise. And then there is only white cloth and the view of the mansion as the journal falls further and rotates.
It falls, and falls, and then you there are suddenly fingers around it and it is turned around to face the child from before. All you can see the arms that are full of burn marks and little wounds where needles have been inserted into her arms. There also is something that looks like an IV on her arm. If you look closer, you will see white feathers behind her back. Or maybe on her back.
She silently examines the journal, the little face tense, and after a few moments she switches on the audio.]
Max. Gazzy. Fang, Iggy, Nudge. Are you here?
Jeb. Was that you?
It falls, and falls, and then you there are suddenly fingers around it and it is turned around to face the child from before. All you can see the arms that are full of burn marks and little wounds where needles have been inserted into her arms. There also is something that looks like an IV on her arm. If you look closer, you will see white feathers behind her back. Or maybe on her back.
She silently examines the journal, the little face tense, and after a few moments she switches on the audio.]
Max. Gazzy. Fang, Iggy, Nudge. Are you here?
Jeb. Was that you?
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Date: 2010-01-18 01:46 pm (UTC)Yes. We think that we were born by real mothers, but we don't know them and if they know us, if they know that we existed... why they gave us away, or if we were taken from them...
[For a moment, she sounds a bit lost.]
You're a bit of an angel like I'm a bit of a bird?
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Date: 2010-01-18 01:58 pm (UTC)[The next part catches her by surprise, though.] You're a bird?
Ahh. I see. It's bird DNA, I suppose? Yes, I'm a bit of an angel. My mother is human, and my father is an archangel.
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Date: 2010-01-18 02:13 pm (UTC)2 percent bird DNA. But it has strange side effects. Most of us have abilities that neither birds nor humans have, but nobody knows why. [Tilts her head slightly.] Where do angels live?
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Date: 2010-01-19 01:13 am (UTC)[Elaine finds herself interested in the topic, especially because it's so closely related to her own situation.] Well, that's pretty cool. With the telepathy, I mean.
[The question is actually a good one. She has to ponder it for a moment.] Most angels live in the Silver City, which is basically Heaven. But there are a few who live down on earth, because they were cast out of heaven or by their own choice.
And of course there are some down in hell. Come to think of it, they're all over the place.
It gets annoying.
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Date: 2010-01-19 10:25 pm (UTC)I'm the only one who can do it.
How many angels are there? There are only six of us.
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Date: 2010-01-20 01:42 am (UTC)There are... millions, I think. More. If you tried to count every droplet of water in all the oceans of all the worlds...
There would still be more angels. Much, much more. They're just on this side of being limitless.
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Date: 2010-01-20 08:54 pm (UTC)[She sounds a bit lost, trying to be brave, but soon covers that with curiosity.]
More than humans?
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Date: 2010-01-21 01:14 am (UTC)[Elaine picks up on it, and is thankful that the girl isn't too bothered. At least her curiosity is strong, which is something that Elaine can respect. Although she worries that she's bombarding Angel with too much information too quickly. It would be best to keep the topic applicable to the Mansion, for the time being.]
Much more. And even then, there are still so many beings that pretend to be humans, but aren't. We have quite a few... aliens and other things in the Mansion. Like you and me, I suppose.
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Date: 2010-01-28 03:24 pm (UTC)[More than being sensitive, this topic is very complicated and something that the birdkids have thought about but never really found an answer for. How human are they? The school that doesn't treat them as ones doesn't really help.]
Aliens? What kind of other beings?