Video | BACKDATED to early the 11th

[soul_sister]

[It's early Wednesday morning when a new video message turns up on the network. The nun seems to have none of her usual energy and the bags under her eyes are fairly pronounced. Flynn and Fluffy have likely put up with her pacing almost incessantly since dinner time last night, and even now she fidgets in her seat, fingers playing with an ornamental looking watch hanging at her neck.]

Has anyone seen Chrono? Short, grumpy, purple hair. He's usually with me.

... He might have been in some kind of fight, so I'll take anything. Or anyone to help me look.

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[senseandcecilbility]

[Demons, other angels, take your pick.]

You would be surprised, sister. I-I can sense when he is nearby. And I can move fast.

[And I might even freaking fly across continents, if push comes to shove, but I'm not telling you that.]

[soul_sister]

I guess.

...


We may have to go out of the city, if that's okay with you.

[senseandcecilbility]

...

[Well, that certainly puts him in a more confident mood.

Even if her sad face is breaking his heart.]

Very good, sister. I happen to know the country rather well. Should we start immediately?

[Before she has a chance to reply, he hurries behind the curtain to make himself more presentable, and cheats by transforming his chamber-robe into proper clothes and even a traveling coat.]

Is there any direction we should search first?

[soul_sister]

I haven't been outside of the city yet, so I really don't know which way's more likely for travel. [Or hiding a prisoner.]

Eheheh... I've never really been the woodsy type.

[senseandcecilbility]

[He offers his hand in a most charming manner, looking very much like an archetypical angel.]

Do not fear, I know Britain like the back of my hand.

[Or at least he used to, before the nuclear cataclysm. That said, he has a good idea where one might hold a demon prisoner. Those convenient sealing circles and leylines are easy to spot.]

[soul_sister]

[It is something of a testament to her concern that the sudden gentlemanly aura only causes a bit of a fluster as she takes his hand.]

Right! Good...

We'll pick choice locations first... if we need to do a longer trip, we'll need supplies.

[senseandcecilbility]

[This is real love, right there. The worst kind.]

Then off we go, sister!

[To the Yorkshire moors, probably. Maybe Emily Brontë was a sign from Heaven.

And yes, Kevin has seen weirder signs.]

[soul_sister]

[There is almost no describing how much better she feels now that she's doing SOMETHING. And furthermore something with a better chance than the blind rushing around she had been.

She lets him lead following at a half step. Her tone is lighter now.]

You are full of surprises, you know.

[senseandcecilbility]

[Oh no, a smiling nun. Kevin is genuinely happy for her sake. IF ONLY it was not for a demon, everything would be perfect.]

...Surprises?

[Being around angels like Michael, Raphael and Gabriel for most of his existence has caused Kevin to believe he is actually very commonplace. He has never been the most beautiful, the smartest or the most powerful of the four. He has been nothing but himself, standing on the North. And now he is irredeemably flawed.]

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[soul_sister]

Well. When we first met.... that is to say.... I thought you were kind of cruel and irrational.

[soul_sister]

But I know better now.

[senseandcecilbility]

[S-smiling nun.

...An acquaintance of mine called me cruel once.

[Angel of Cruelty, to be more precise.]

Regardless, I am very grateful for your lenience.

[soul_sister]

It's a shame, then. I guess the world doesn't always let people show their good sides. Though at least you look happier now than being a jerk.

[senseandcecilbility]

[He could tell her that her friend is a DEMON, but somehow he doesn't believe she will listen. So instead he merely shrugs and looks away to hide his embarrassment.]

I would be a terrible angel if I passed on the chance of assisting a nun.

[No, it was totally because of her cheating.]

[soul_sister]

Hmm. What kind of missions do you do, anyway?

[senseandcecilbility]

[...]

Oh, each angel has their own purpose. These days I am...retired. My sole mission is to watch over young master.

[soul_sister]

[For once, instead of just asking, she nods. Most of what she'd inquire about, she could infer from what he said or didn't say. Wrong or right as an assumption, it was good enough for now.]

I'd want to meet him sometime, then.

[senseandcecilbility]

I would be glad to introduce you, though perhaps I should warn in advance...young master does not believe in God. Or angels, for that matter.

[He thinks it's all delusions and atoms.]

[soul_sister]

..............




Did you show him the wings? That might help. [Not that, she actually knows for sure that he HAS any, but if the Apostles do, then why not?]

[senseandcecilbility]

[W-wing. Singular.]

It never occurred me to do so. Young master has never wished anything but a normal life.

[I'm also pretending to be some guy named Kevin Cecil.]

[soul_sister]

I see. So the warning isn't for my culture shock, but to spare his. You DO like him.

[senseandcecilbility]

[Well, that is embarrassing..]

It is my duty as young master's butler.

[He is also afraid young master will hate his lying face and join the forces of hell if he finds out.]

[soul_sister]

........


How did you pass as a butler? I've never met one under like... ancient years old.

[senseandcecilbility]

[He actually laughs at that. Not in a mean way. Kevin has the nicest angelic laughter.]

Even the old ones were not born that way.

[soul_sister]

Well....!! Yes. I KNEW that...

[It's a bit like telling a modern school child that teachers don't actually live at school. There's some notion that butlers just pop out of nowhere, fully formed and austere.]