Feather and Fountain Pen

Cyril, possibly the smallest scribe in the Host... ((RP blog for the Tiny Scribe angel. More information is in the Trivia tag, icons and gifs are not mine.))

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Cyril?

"Miss Hael?" Cyril almost squeaked, surprised. "It's wonderful to see you a-again."

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The sofa wasn’t as comfortable as he had hoped it would be. The first few nights had been fine, Samandriel hadn’t slept, and even the next week or so hadn’t been too bad.

But after that he started to develop a crick in his neck and a bad back, which led to him choosing instead to build a sort of mini-nest to sleep in instead, setting it up in the corner of the bedroom. That way he would be there if Cyril needed anything.

When he woke up that morning he was surprised, and slightly worried, to see that the bed was empty. But there couldn’t be anythig to worry about, right? Cyril would have woken him up if something was wrong.

Samandriel eventually climbed out of his nest with a sleepy yawn to go in search of the younger angel, following his nose to the kitchen. “Cyril?” he asked tentatively as he stepped into the doorway. “Is everything alright?”

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Cyril jumped slightly at Samandriel's question. "Ah! Yes, everything is fine... I wasn't expecting you to be awake so early, though. Did you sleep well?"

Further inspection of what he was doing would reveal that the cookie dough was actually ready, though there seemed to have been some sort of flour explosion earlier. Given his lack of understanding of human fashion, Cyril had yet to get much to wear other than his vessel's suits. Today he'd put on the tan one so it stood out less, though he still clearly needed a dusting off. Other than that, he was fine. Perhaps he wasn't used to using an electric mixer and had just turned it to too high of a setting?

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This arrangement still felt a little strange. He'd "bought" Samandriel not because he really wanted to own anyone, but because he didn't want to think about what the other people in that auction house might have done to him. Looking back on it, he was still surprised he'd stayed on his feet as long as he had since he was freshly cast down and in an unfamiliar vessel.

The first things he'd heard on Earth after impact had been pain and revenge. Getting one's wings seared off did indeed hurt, so he couldn't blame any of them for the pain. But revenge? That was something the young angel had never really understood or wanted. So he'd had to look for some other idea for what to do. His wandering had lead him to the auction house and, for the first time in what felt like a very long time, he'd seen Samandriel. His older brother had been for sale and Cyril was sure he'd already suffered enough even before they were introduced. One thing lead to another and now they were both in a warded apartment. One still winged and one without.

This particular morning, he decided to test something for the first time since he'd been cast out. In his smaller vessel, Cyril had been learning to cook the way human's did, but he hadn't really cooked in his current, adult one. He couldn't think of a particular reason why he hadn't and he was fairly sure he still remembered the important parts. Not to mention, it seemed like it'd be a nice surprise for Samandriel. Gathering up the materials and seemingly unaware of the sound of the cabinet doors in the way only someone focused can be, he set about matching chocolate chip cookies for his brother. 

"This should work... It was one of the first things I learned to make, so I've had plenty of practice," Cyril reminded himself. 

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God laughed quietly and kissed his head gently before nodding. “Oh yes, I’ve been on a bit of a baking spree. I can make any pie you would like love, just tell me your favourite.” Baking was a lot of fun and the kids were all out with Balthazar, it was a playdate thing, they even took their animals. Which made God worry a little but she decided not to overthink it. 

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"Are you enjoying baking?" he asked, curiously. "I really like strawberries in general, so may I have one with those in it, please?" He'd tried chocolate pies before, but those were usually a little too sweet. The fruit ones were good, though, especially if they were still a little warm from the oven.  

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[I'm hoping that wasn't all sarcastic. ^^;; I wouldn't mind doing something what that again and doing cute in the normal verse.

Edit: I'm sorry. I think I wrote that rudely.]

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"N-Nothing is wrong," he assured her, tripping over his words a little in excitement. "I won. I was in last place that last time we did this, but I won this time." 

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God smiled warmly at him, he was clearly just so excited and happy, she was pleased to see that. “Would you like a commemorative pie?” She stepped towards him and hugged him lightly as she let him decide if he did or not.

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Cyril nodded and hugged God back. "Yes, please... Is there any kind you already have the materials for?" It was kind of a silly question, but there were many kinds of pie and it would narrow down the list a little to know what was available.

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[Remember when castout!Cyril bought Samandriel because he was scared of who might buy him if he didn't?]

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God hummed to herself as she wandered around her home, she was rather pleased with her progress in pie making lately, Dean had approved and that made her happy, though she supposed that he would be happy with any pie. She looked towards the door when she heard it open and raised an eyebrow walking towards Cyril with a curious look. “Hello dear, what’s wrong?”

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"N-Nothing is wrong," he assured her, tripping over his words a little in excitement. "I won. I was in last place that last time we did this, but I won this time." 

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If he was human, Cyril would have been out of breath from running. It wasn't like the quiet angel to run, but he was excited and hadn't thought it was far enough that he really needed to fly. Plus, this time it would ruin the surprise. Reaching the door he almost skidded to a walk and let himself in, eyes darting around for any sign of God. "Mother? Can you come here soon, please?"

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{ learning to fly }

   Uzzah’s hands held the angel by his sides as his wings fluttered feebly. It was just as Uzzah suspected. Cyril had contacted the fallen angel before this moment about how he wanted to learn how to properly fly (although it was shocking that Uzzah was able to decipher anything the poor angel had said— he was quite shy about the matter).

   "Alright, now lift your wings. Higher. Keep goin— there," The blond instructed in a gentle tone, his blue eyes calculating every movement the other made. Cyril was going to be just fine.

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Cyril held his wings still after lifting them as high as Uzzah instructed, though the left one dipped a little for a second. It felt strange to keep them rigidly in place while lifted. "Wh-What should I do next?" he asked, still sounding a little nervous. Everyone taught flying a little differently and it was probably best not to assume things.

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[Information in Heaven tends to be on a need to know basis and the older/higher in rank an angel is, the more information is available to them. The opposite is also true, unless a young angel goes digging into a certain subject or becomes the confidant of an elder. This is why in the garrisons or among the other types of worker angels, "I don't know" is actually an honest answer about certain subjects- even important ones- not evasiveness.

The most obvious exceptions would be the intelligence division and if a scribe was picked to create or copy the record of a particular event. Followed by those actually involved, but even they sometimes need to investigate further to find out what's really going on. There's a long list of other factors, but the last primary one I can think of would be how much an angel trusts their superiors.

Blind loyalty is nearly a virtue in Heaven(And would help keep an angel from attracting the attention of angels involved in reprogramming). It's also a great way to know very little about what is truly going on, even regarding those close to you, until too late.

Arguments could be made both for and against this tendency, and the effects of it vary widely on an incident by incident basis.

As a final note and to show where Cyril fits in all this: the fact he's both very young and doing his best to be a good/obedient angel means he knows his books and public knowledge for the most part.]

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"And you. You — - associated with Metatron, if I’m recalling correctly?"

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"...I admired his writing a-and we're both scribes, so yes."

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He took a spare blanket from the cabinet and started unfolding it. Instead of completely spreading it out, though, he kept it folded in half so it would be a sort of pocket. One that needed two of the corners held together, but a pocket none the less. “I think it’s worth a try…”

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He smiled at the blanket and then at Cyril, nodding a little. “That it is.”

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"Here... I-I'll hold it steady, don't worry." 

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He looked at his brother apologetically. “S-Sorry… I think that was too rough.” Healing wasn’t something he had much practice with, but he’d done his best.

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Samandriel rubbed his nose for a few seconds longer before offering Cyril a crooked smile. “You did just fine,” he assured him, only pausing for a moment longer before he moved to finish checking his wards. “You possibly need a little more practice, but it was still very well done.”

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"Good... and there's a-a lot of things I need to practice." He followed his brother, looking at the wards as well. "Do you n-need help with anything else?"

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Cyril started opening and closing the other cabinets in the storage room before pausing on the third one. “Hm… W-Would putting them all in a blanket and tying it closed work for now?”

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"Yes, I think so." He nodded.

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He took a spare blanket from the cabinet and started unfolding it. Instead of completely spreading it out, though, he kept it folded in half so it would be a sort of pocket. One that needed two of the corners held together, but a pocket none the less. "I think it's worth a try..."