#raamiel

[juice-enjoyer]

he died doing what he loved

[oyeedraw]

I'd love to hear about Raamiel!

Raamiel was part of the same class askblog!Balzael was. They were a menace in the angel equalient of baseball. She still has her own bat. She was also a noteling, a young angel, just a few decades before the World Stone was stolen.

[the-perfect-scientist]

Going for a Bite (closed w/heavensmostterrifyingweapon)

There was a small bakery in Mayfair that Raamiel had been hearing good things about from the locals. The 'the best place for a bite' some children had said, so of course Raamiel took the time out of his day to go in for some coffee and breakfast. He was looking forward to starting his day off with something yummy.

He was appreciating the cinnamon rolls that were on display when he felt something strange. Something evil was near, and it was approaching fast. Raamiel frowned and stood up straigjt, casting his eyes about the small shop for the source.

@heavensmostterrifyingweapon

[mal-likes-biscuits]

[Continued from here]

@oyeedraw

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--nononononononoyouidiot--

The full reality of the situation came tumbling down on Malthael, then.  Messōrēs or not, Raamiel was still a Reaper in some fashion, and he had no idea what to do with one who was half-turned into a feral monstrosity. Everything had spiraled dangerously out of his control.

“Too much sound...”

Oh, but he knew that feeling. Knew it all too well, uncomfortably, maddeningly so.

“Coursing?” He hissed at Tobias, annoyed at wasting valuable moments clarifying something that seemed critical. “What is that? How do we do it?”

“Return… where?” The Maiden’s soul rang like a bell, washing over him and raising the hairs on his arms and neck. The ache it carried with it nearly doubled him over the way she had.

--yourfaultyourfaultallyourfault--

Focus. He had to focus. He could solve this. He hadn’t known. But, he could know. 

“We should lure her back to the portal. Maybe--maybe if you give her a destination, she’ll follow without much--”

“Toobiaass?”

“Yes, aunt Raami? I’m here… don’t worry…!”

“Prisca’s little morselll…”

Bad tone. Not good. Portal -- very good. People with knowledge, there. Tire her out. Make her chase. Get her away from Tristram, and all the other little morsels she would try and find and rip their souls out--

--likeyourlittlelibrarianpi’rawouldn’tshelikethat--

“Aquincum!” Malthael growled furiously, as he sprinted past the Maiden in the direction Tobias had come from. “Return to Aquincum! This way!”

Every step jarred his shoulder, causing the already forming crust on it to break open and bleed anew. As he ran, he intentionally flicked some of the blood from it, spattering it against tree trunks and bushes -- leaving behind detectable fragments of his essence. 

If she wanted something to chew on, she could damn well try and catch him. With some luck, she would follow the trail.

[canon-anon-roomba]

Yes Hi mun does not have the skills near enough to draw humans...

Mun don‘t care XD

Inspired by this thread with @the-perfect-scientist

Raamiel, bless him, his wholesomely passionate principality about video games, and wanted to explain it a bit further.

Anon, is an alien demon. He doesn’t know what pong, tennis or a quarter is and is having a hard time trying to understand the words that Raamiel is saying XD

Aah I.. the scene was just so damn funny in my mind haha!

[juice-enjoyer]

I'm turning them into keychains. raamham forever

[the-perfect-scientist]

Raamiel meets an (ex)Servant of Unicron, Anon. Since Anon was once a living being, Raamiel treats him more as a lost soul than an Adversary, even though Anon is the equivalent of such in the Alpha Centauri system.

Sorry about the details - the paper I used is bad for drawing on (thus the use of pen instead of pencil this time).

Specific inspiration for these pictures is this part in a thread with @canon-anon-roomba.

[oyeedraw]

A Raamiel expression chart. :D