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(( a small maggy doodle --- askbox is relatively empty. send some things for uriel to answer? ))

Thank you for the response speed answer but I mean

sheepishly, the scribe adds; “-- Ah, yes, a bit of miscommunication there. That, I can answer shortly: I have no clue. I guess I have average human speed?? Uriel can teleport instantly and his flight speed is about.. seventy miles per hour? Judging this based on birds, since I don’t have a habit of recording the speed of angels.”

#scribe: i don't think ANYONE's recorded the.. speed.. of angels.#mei-is-not-satan

How fast are you two

the scribe says; “I’m guessing you mean the speed of our responses? Sometimes Uriel is easy to understand when she wants to be and then it’s just a case of how fast i can write and draw. Other times I have my own commitments to consider before entering the sanctuary ...

Then there are times when Uriel is, utterly incomprehensible. Just a downside of me being mortal and human at that, heh..

In any case I’m able to write responses pretty swiftly -- ten minutes, maybe. Visual depictions take understandably longer, and if i’ve managed to jot down Uriel’s answered prayers for the day, I take a break.”

#also the scribe points out that reusing previous artwork cuts the time down.. considerably as well #as shown here #mei-is-not-satan

*places bomb at your feet and braces for whatever happens next* I hope this won't turn out too bad...

“---ah, you seek the key piece? very well. your fate is sealed.” of course, this is probably the tamest form the archangel could’ve taken..

#Anonymous

Can I touch your wings?

“you may.” they’re soft like a dove’s but constant moulting. feathers litter the ground of the sanctuary or even stick to the Saint’s robes.

#you even get a wing hug #Anonymous

*holds knife up* FITE ME!!!

“...”

...the statue seems silent...

#tboi #the binding of isaac #Anonymous

You Angels and your statues. Your virtuous demeanours masking the contempt you have towards sinners. Your care is a thinly veiled guise to have people repent to you, just for you to leave them to us. Say what you will, but us demons are at least blunt, honest and a hell of a lot more truthful than you.

“i pity you, being cast from the grace of heaven because you simply cannot help but interfere. we guide, we appeal and we leave gifts from time to time and it’s because we care that we do not meddle with Man’s free will. unlike some creatures who have nothing better to do than to prey on those set on their journey, like our young Isaac.

--- you might have run afoul Gabriel if you think us contemptuous, but for sin? yes. sinners? i believe they deserve the chance to lay their soul bare before our judgement. fairly, unbiased and certainly not scornful.

alas arguing with a demon will only have my words twisted and insinuations drawn from it. ah -- that has reminded me. if your kind could stop stealing our statues, we would be most grateful.”

#tboi #the binding of isaac #the scribe notes that they simply used the fallen for a visual depiction and does not assume the sender is speaking through the fallen #Anonymous

Are anons weird to you? What do you think we are?

“they’re not much different to my effigies, when you think about it..

faceless tools used to empower ourselves; the lack of facial features on my statues, for example, are to let people ‘fill in the blanks’ — many have often tell me they see a mothering or fathering figure and if that is what offers them sanctuary then i shall allow it. in any case, they are nothing more than a mask.”

#tboi #Anonymous

How are you today, Scribe? How's the angel treatin' ya?

the scribe notes that translating old holy texts or scribing His word is an ongoing endeavour. uriel is naturally saintly when it comes to patience… and an absurdity of a conversational partner.

take it from the scribe: if there is anything our studies and on-going communication with the archengel taught us it’s that they are horrendous at small talk.

#the binding of isaac #tboi #the scribe does not usually tag these asks with the main game tags but #given our return some more confessions to be answered would be nice #Anonymous

small message from the scribe: (( just a small thank you for everyone that has stuck with my unnanounced random hiatuses because of the strain of real-life commitments and university work. i’m on my third year now, and i’m approaching some much needed time off. as of today, i’m gonna try and be a bit more active! ))

#the scribe ( ooc. )

How do you remain so neutral when your scribe is probably internally screaming 24/7 (I mean, r u? Please don't strez, eat a pez)

“it is in my nature to be as calm and true neutral as possible, regardless of what personal opinion the scribe may hold with the prayers that i receive or the happenings of this strange basement. as i’ve come to understand it, they are less ‘screaming’ and more ‘perpetually exhausted.’

i hope that they do not exert themselves too much on our behalf. mortal life is too fleeting to be spent worrying, least of all on the present.”

#the scribe would add that they thank you #and that it helps to have guidance from the angel of hope and reagent of the sun #even if uriel's 'wisdom' is a cointoss between translatable and angel-humour #tboi #mei-is-not-satan

Is your scribe dead again? ((This is a joke do not be upset))

“three of those prayers are addressed to me, the scribe, as personal thanks so they are not going to get posted publicly.”

#Anonymous

Why is delirium so ghostly white when white is supposed to be a pure color?

“one cannot assume anything makes sense when it concerns a manifestation of the void. yes, white symbolically represents purity (though i much prefer blue myself and my brother gabriel would argue red), but i wouldn’t begin to imagine why delirium was.

that being said, if i was to assume, it was likely one of three reasons: it was simply existing that way with no symbolic meaning, the creature purposefully chose white because of it’s meaning to taint it or perhaps it cannot be any other colour than white black and yellow.”

#scribe admits when t hey first saw delirium they thought it was light pink #not white #mei-is-not-satan

what did uriel look like as a human??

“i have had many different visages as a human; depending on which culture i am visiting or observing, time period and so forth.. but one thing i cannot change is the marble skin, hair, and lack of anatomy*. true, calling myself human is.. incorrect, as i never truly was, merely lived amongst them.”

#*the scribe would like to point out that uriel and gabriel and probably the rest of the engelic council are as anatomically correct as a bar #and no; it is not an excuse because of the scribe's lack of artistry #they are no renaissance sculptor #anyway back to work #Anonymous #as a barbie / ken doll *

Baby Plum made a happy gasp at such the act of a repayed boop and followed up by horking up a spirit heart up as a weird idea of a present, showing a beaming happy smile, like a cat that just horked up a bird for their owner. She assumed that the other would appreciate the gesture, doing that to Isaac in the past and he seemed to appreciate it, so it must be good for the other too!

it was hard to tell what an angel was feeling; generally their ‘emotions’ radiated out of them, like an aura, but uriel had picked up a few odd physical quirks to better express himself. concern was one such thing, and his wings fluttered nervously -- loose feathers naturally falling -- at the fly’s.. display. it looked like it might’ve hurt but, judging from her smile he suppose not.

still he wasn’t sure he’d want to offer a regurgitated soul-heart to those seeking refuge, and decided to (gingerly) keep it for himself, pushing the thing neatly out of sight behind a pillar.

“.. thank you?”

that seemed the most appropriate response, and carefully petted the top of the creature’s head. well she wasn’t so bad, he thought.

#scribe knows that lazy 6am doodle is lazy please forgive them #Anonymous

Hello, Mr. Angel. I feel like someone whom has the sole purpose of being a disappointment to others. I feel like someone who will end up in Hell, but yet I haven't done anything horrible, like attack another man. I have no talents to bring to this world and, sometimes, wish I wasn't brought to existence so that those I love don't have to trouble with me. The only positive I can find is that I'm not suicidal. But, where do I go without motivation and talent? How do I overcome this test of life?

“it begins, as always, with yourself. before you know the road, know what path to take and how to take it you have to know yourself inside and out. and by the sounds of things, i believe you do not know; if you are so willing to call yourself a disappointment to others. it is all too easy to be swept up in the tide of day to day living that humans dare not take a moment to step back and truly appreciate; the world is moving so fast, to stand still is to be left in the past..

but i assure you, that wouldn’t happen. you are a life. an existence. that alone is a feat of strength worth celebrating. you are full of wondrous thoughts and feelings and actions that surpass even the mightiest of angel’s comprehension. you are a creation of love between two humans. you are the definition of their love. you cannot be a disappointment when that is a factor, even with how little my understanding of ‘love’ is.

you have motivation and you have talent, you must find where the light shines within you instead of focusing on the dark and the negative. though i cannot help you ‘cheat’ this test by giving you the answers, i can always offer a place of respite and hope.”

#and even if you believe that nobody loves you #i will always.#Anonymous

Oh, look at that. Baby Plum somehow managed to find her way to the angel room. How is beyond anyone, but it looks like she simply is looking around, bewilderment across her face before cautiously approaching the statue and giving a playful boop on the face, it looking kinda familiar like those children she tussles with and figuring its another friend.

of course when uriel went to possess the statue, he hadn’t expected another inhabitant to already be present in the sanctuary. nevertheless, he remained stone still (as, he was, a statue) allowing the baby fly to poke his face.

afterwards, he gently ‘poked’ her back with a very gentle buffet from his wings.

#hello i am saint uriel the eye of sun of light of Him and i booped a fly #Anonymous

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