The Sword

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Yeah. Yeah! This is fine. Everything is fine.

Willow's good. Baby is...good? He was less familiar with those. Well, at least the very small ones. Far as care. He protected a lot of very small human children as much as he was able. He knew nothing about their food needs or the like. Going to have a selective memory on this one, boys.

What's not good is his brother. His fucking rambunctious, barely civilized, feral train wreck--

He caught himself when armor plated fingers rattled his teacup enough to be heard. It was bad enough the air around him was steaming. Get it together.

He'd keep them both safe and just--make his awkward attempts at small, people, talk. Drink his tea.

He'd be on the situation in a nano-second if he heard himself called.

And drink more tea.

@theswordarm

I made a Mikey

[.ooc.]

dusts off over here a little

like for a starter maybe? lol

like my 'tism angel

may you always find shelter in the storm

[He was Lucifer's brother. Would hardly be his first bit of mischief in his life. Just his most recent.

It was good to handle it with care and respect. It was lethal even when it wasn't in Michael's hands. Could do considerable damage to Stan even while inert.]

I owe him a bit more of a spook for my wings and spine. [Held up a finger as he let the weapon go, pointing at Cresil sternly.]

Do not harm anyone with it. It's to be a prop, only.

[Cresil grasped it carefully, holding with hilt and scabbard. With a nod, he glanced back up at Michael.]

Do you wanna, I dunno, shake on it? Contract might make it easier for you to trust me to give it back, anyway.

I am trusting you now.

[Maybe that was a silly thing to do for an angel that had already been stolen from by the demon in question. Call him optimistic.]

It has a limited shelf-stability. [He agreed. Even well intentioned demons seemed unable to help themselves at times.

But, he did...slowly pull the sword from his 'inventory' and held it out in scabbard.]

I will come for it if it is not returned timely or another touches it.

I am much restored.

[Cresil nearly jumped out of his skin at the sight of the sword, sheathed in the scabbard or not. His eyes widened. Was he - holy shit.]

Seriously?

[Swallow. Okay. This - jesus christ.]

I mean, damn, alright. Didn't think you'd actually agree with this prank. Thanks.

[He would hesitantly take it, worried it might somehow kill him instantly but he knew that it didn't technically work that way for the moment.]

[He was Lucifer's brother. Would hardly be his first bit of mischief in his life. Just his most recent.

It was good to handle it with care and respect. It was lethal even when it wasn't in Michael's hands. Could do considerable damage to Stan even while inert.]

I owe him a bit more of a spook for my wings and spine. [Held up a finger as he let the weapon go, pointing at Cresil sternly.]

Do not harm anyone with it. It's to be a prop, only.

One he would certainly deserve.

[Cresil smiled, though he was clearly nervous from that narrowed stare.]

I'd never steal from you again, though. That was a one time thing I honestly regretted. But I know hearing that from a demon doesn't exactly mean much. Heh.

It has a limited shelf-stability. [He agreed. Even well intentioned demons seemed unable to help themselves at times.

But, he did...slowly pull the sword from his 'inventory' and held it out in scabbard.]

I will come for it if it is not returned timely or another touches it.

I am much restored.

Yeah, I guess.

[Didn't mean Cresil wouldn't bitch about him! Hrmph. He side glanced back at Michael.]

I think I have a good idea how to scare the shit out of him, though. With the whole Sin disappearing. I may have threatened him that I know how it was done.

[A beat.]

I don't, actually - but! Your sword could scare him good, I think. Since he knows I took it before.

[His stare came back in a sharp eyed swivel. Even narrowed his gaze a good bit. Appraising Cresil to his suggestion.]

Hm. [His mouth pursed.] That would be a cruel joke... [Though there was temptation. And he rather be asked then stolen from.]

Hm. [Asmodeus was Bad News Bears in his recollection so he took little comfort in that, but--Trust.]

I lost some of my...constitution and Pride took advantage. My sword was weakened due to my weakness. I was disgraced for a few years and lost the mobility of my legs.

Unrelated to your theft.

[Cresil's frown deepened. That did not sound unrelated to his theft, actually. Don't spare his feelings, damn it.]

Sorry. I doubt my involvement beforehand had helped much, either way.

[A soft groan.]

Pride's a real dick.

It is difficult to know one way or another. My faith being thinned was likely not to do with you, however. At least not entirely.

[Michael managed a light scoff laugh and a slight grin.]

He certainly can be. I would guess that is part of his nature. Not to be helped.

Sloth is missing? Any leads? [That was a tad alarming. He should have gotten some word from his brother--Maybe it was being handled. Hm.

He tried to have a little trust for Lucifer in their behind-the-scenes alliance.

He could afford to veil his stare and wander it off of Cresil a bit.]

I did. It returned to me. Though it did me very little good when I needed it to.

Yeah, Ash - Asmodeus and I have a sort of lead, so things should be settled soon.

[Cresil felt a little less tense at the lack of intense staring. He tilted his head a bit at the last comment, though.]

What do you mean?

Hm. [Asmodeus was Bad News Bears in his recollection so he took little comfort in that, but--Trust.]

I lost some of my...constitution and Pride took advantage. My sword was weakened due to my weakness. I was disgraced for a few years and lost the mobility of my legs.

Unrelated to your theft.

No, I would guess not.

Did it serve your purposes? [This long after the event, he was left...curious. He never did get around to finding out the reason. He had a hard time holding onto feelings so negative as hate or ire. Mike wasn't even sure he felt that when it happened. He didn't remember.]

[Cresil wanted very much to look away but knew that might be a very dangerous mistake. So he weakly shrugged.]

Raised my rank, but didn't change a whole lot until recently, and that's 'cuz Sloth is AWOL.

So maybe a little.

[Sniff.]

You got it back, though, so nothing was really lost in the end, right?

Sloth is missing? Any leads? [That was a tad alarming. He should have gotten some word from his brother--Maybe it was being handled. Hm.

He tried to have a little trust for Lucifer in their behind-the-scenes alliance.

He could afford to veil his stare and wander it off of Cresil a bit.]

I did. It returned to me. Though it did me very little good when I needed it to.

[Well shit. This was a long time coming, wasn't it?]

Ha - well, you know how it is! When you steal from an archangel it isn't exactly a good idea to say hello again.

[Cresil was very ready to teleport at any sign of aggression.]

No, I would guess not.

Did it serve your purposes? [This long after the event, he was left...curious. He never did get around to finding out the reason. He had a hard time holding onto feelings so negative as hate or ire. Mike wasn't even sure he felt that when it happened. He didn't remember.]

@slothfuldemon

You walk about and say hello to everyone except for me? I must be sliced liver.

Nothing he said seemed to be coming out right.

His eye corners started to burn and vision blur. He felt bad by this point. He knew why and he really should just nail it down like he always did in the past. Harden up his face and harden up his heart and harden it all up to endure.

He just didn't have it in him right now.

"Okay." Can't mess up that word, right? Simple acknowledgement and acceptance. The hand he'd used to touch his nose lowered, but his gaze stayed low.

Objectively, Michael had said or done nothing wrong. If he had this interaction with almost anyone else, it would have been fine. It was more so who Michael was, what he was, as well as the things he did and didn't do that drew out Miles' wrath. The deck had been stacked against the angel from the start.

He would turn his nose up at the other before spitting again, this time, at least, just at Michael's feet, before Miles decided he couldn't stomach being in his presence any more, and swiftly took his leave.

Michael wished he could reach into that man and ease his pains, fears, and regrets. But he wasn't that kind of angel.

He wished Tzadkiel was here, maybe. Or Raphael. They would know what to do and say. And how. Or, at least, maybe they would have handled the hand better. Instead of fumbling them out of their grip.

He had one function and it wasn't this.

He waited until he was fully alone before wiping at eye corner with fingers not coated in blue. It's okay, he reminded himself. Humans were vibrant creatures. They were allowed to be mad and hateful. It's part of their way of coping with an unjust world. It was okay.

He took a moment to claps and squeeze hands up together and press them to his face. Nailed himself down. And went about his day, somber.

"Don't--" Michael started. Then let go of the wrist he was holding onto like he was holding onto hot iron. Gaze lowering. "Don't be afraid." Came out a tired sigh of a statement.

Miles could be angry, but fear would do something to Michael that he wasn't fortified to deal with today. Lucifer wasn't the only one that remembered everything anew.

He touched the blood under his nose, but said nothing else. Words were harder than Song.

He would be quick to pull his hand away once it was free, body pivoting sightly, making himself a slightly smaller target, but still ready to lash out again. All but snarling again at Michael, assuming what he had said was another shitty angel joke.

"Fuck you." He was sounding like a broken record at this point, but there were no other words to express his violent vitriol.

Nothing he said seemed to be coming out right.

His eye corners started to burn and vision blur. He felt bad by this point. He knew why and he really should just nail it down like he always did in the past. Harden up his face and harden up his heart and harden it all up to endure.

He just didn't have it in him right now.

"Okay." Can't mess up that word, right? Simple acknowledgement and acceptance. The hand he'd used to touch his nose lowered, but his gaze stayed low.

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