#stratcall

[the-heavenly-strategist]

*..Some footsteps could be heard from the distance, slow, patient, and soon, someone knocked on the door, behind that door was Archangel Cassiel, he seemed to be struggling a little to even walk, but he needed to tell Michael something..*

[ - @mourning-starlight ]

“…Hm..?”

Michael got up from his bed and walked over to the door, his attire hadn’t changed, he still dawned the toga from ages past, his signature hood not on, anyone could see his true visage, but he didn’t care, yawning softly, the eldest of the Archangels opened the door

“…Can I help you with something..? Sorry… I kinda just woke up from a nap… this is… probably very strange to see…”

[the-heavenly-strategist]

*In one of Lust's streets, a little power could be seen curling into a ball, it was raining, so she was getting cold. She was trembling from the cold and from exhaustion, her broken wing barely doing any job in bringing her comfort or warmth. She wasn't crying or anything, she was used to this.*

*Her green cloak was the only thing that made her feel a little bit warmer, it looked so similar to him.. and, from the distance, you really couldn't tell if he wasn't.*

[ - @hells-little-lamb ]

“..?!”

Michael stops in his tracks, what was originally a casual stroll through the stronghold that was the Lust layer has now turned into him thinking that he’d gone insane, wasn’t that? No, it couldn’t be!

“P-Phanuel..?! No… it’s too small… but that cloak… snap out of it Michael!”

After smacking himself in the face, he shook his head and carefully walked over to the little Power, the closer he got, the more his heart broke, yes, she looked almost identical to Phanuel… but that wasn’t what was important to him right now, she was injured, exhaling, the eldest of the Archangels kneeled down beside the poor thing, using his massive cloak to shield her from the rain

“Little one… are you alright..? God… you poor thing… don’t worry, I won’t hurt you…”

[the-heavenly-strategist]

*A familiar face seems to approach Michael, a big smile on his face, oh it had been a long time since they saw each other! And.. he had so much to tell him.*

“Michael! How are you?”

[ - @helios-pleonexia ]

“Hm..? Oh fuck- King Sisyphus! I didn’t see you there! Apologies…”

Michael seemed to immediately jump upon hearing your voice, almost like he was heavily focused on something, the sol behind him flickering slightly while also emitting flammable sparks

“Damn, when was the last time we spoke? Feels like I haven’t seen you in ages… never mind that, is everything alright on your end? I… a lot has happened recently so… checking in on those here has been… rough… hehehe…”

[the-heavenly-strategist]

[I don’t remember if I already sent an ask to you so sorry if I did]

(Vex has snuck back into the archives to see Michael)

[@hells-v-ex-splorer]

“…Vex..? Is that you..?”

Michael had seemingly just recently woken up from sleeping for 12 hours straight, his usual cloak not on, instead he was wearing a toga, it looked like old clothing from eons past but still in pristine condition

“…You came at… a strange time, my friend… what brings you by..? Is there something you need..?”

[the-heavenly-strategist]

(….how did a machine get here?)

[@hells-v-ex-splorer]

[you’re awesome]

“…He’s always been here…”

Michael looks up from his desk, his voice showing just how depressed he was along with the sol behind him being very dim

“…Is there something I can do for you… mortal..?”

[the-heavenly-strategist]

VB…. wasn't entirely sure how he ended up here. But there were so many archives, she was practically buzzing with happiness, skating around the room and scanning everything they came across. It was not being the most... attentive, not exactly paying attention to anyone else entering the room...

-@fromthe-very-beginning

“..?”

Michael looks up from his planner, he could hear the skating noise all the way from his makeshift office

“Oh for fucks sake… what now? Who could possibly think skating in here is a good idea?!”

He gets up and walks out to the main hall of the archive room, muttering things under his breath that many would consider carnal sins

“Hey! Mind cutting that the fuck out?! How the Hell did you even get in here?! Goddamn… is it really that hard to ask for my permission before entering?!”

[the-heavenly-strategist]

[Rushing through the layers of heaven, He didn't care who would notice him, There was something more important on his mind now. The more he came closer to the heavenly archives, The faster his heart raced.]

[He only wished Michael was there. No, Not just there. He wished Michael was right beside him. Once he arrived to the door of Michael's office, He knew for certain he was there. That barrier blocking his way could only have been made by Michael.]

"Michael, I know you can hear me. We need to talk."

[He knew Michael couldn't actually hear him, Yet he wanted to believe he can. His voice sounded harsh, Like he didn't know how to be gentle anymore. He knocked on the barrier with force as he spoke. He had no patience to give, But he had to try.]

( @patience-comes-at-a-cost )

“…”

No response came from the other end, the barrier didn’t budge, sparks began to fly off of it, sparks… that could ignite a fire… something was very wrong with Michael… that much was obvious to you… if the eerie silence and dimmed lights didn’t already provide enough proof to begin with…

“…No… more…”

The eldest of the Archangels’s voice could be heard, but it was soft, muffled, distant… was he planning something..? Why did he sound so… broken..? When was the last time Michael ever spoke in such a tone..?

“…”

[the-heavenly-strategist]

Hello? Archangel Michael?

(He's still limping, his bandaged leg not fully healed. Most of the scars are still visible too. All he can hope is no-one starts asking questions...)

It's Muriel. I'm here on the request of Wormwood.

Please let me speak to you...?

(Was this urgent? Not really. But he wasn't sure he could handle being turned away right now.)

@facets-of-the-father

“…”

There’s no answer, but you can see what appears to be a barrier in front of his office, it’s clear, but there are speckles of sparks on it, from within, you can hear what sounds like very soft sobbing, something wasn’t right, then… a broken voice echoed out softly…

“…Failure after failure after failure after failure…”