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sparkindarknessSo what happened? I went to sleep. How stupid is that?! You go to sleep early then your body clock wakes you with all the effectiveness of an adrenaline injection and a full pack of pro-plus. Gods I feel like I've consumed Italy's entire supply of espresso. Which means no sleep tonight. Which means tomorrow you will see the zombie sparkindarkness, who's going to be considerably less sparky.
(oh and I HATE HATE HATE that word. Whose. Who's? Who made this language?! I know which to use, why don't my hands. Bad hands no... err... what can you deny hands? Stop that RIGHT NOW! I know you're thinking it!)
Oh sweet gods I'm nearly bouncy. For the sake of humanity I need to kill myself, lest this affliction spreads.
Anyway. Here's an Angel update, then I'm going to drag myself away from these crazy celestials for a while and spend some time in faerie town with light & Dark to do some more social functiosn (continuing the wedding) for Phoenixfawn, then I'll do none angsty Darren for her, because if I'm ever in an angst repellent mood, this is it.
As ever, all my old fics can be found in memories. Except they can't because I need to update it.
I’m an angel you know. That ‘no peace for the wicked’ thing can’t apply to be. Surely? Then I’m due a holiday.
“And I’ve got to do this, why again?”
Gabriel, Vice President in charge of Divine Resources sighed, his patience clearly fraying round the edges. Yeah, well tell me about it, we’re all on double shifts here. “Look, the new guy was going to be assigned to you once he’d finished some basic training anyway. It’s for your benefit.” He gave me that wounded, badly-done-to look. A look that would make a martyr fall on his knees and declare how terribly unfair he had been. I’m not buying it.
“He’s a new guy - about time by the way, took you moire than long enough - and he hasn't been assigned to me yet. Which makes him officially Resources problem, not mine.” I sat back, furling my wings. Queen next to king, Gabe, you’re going to have to give something here.
“I AM your superior you know. You’ll do as you’re bloody well told, or I will personally make your life as miserable as physically possible - and impossible if I have to.” His fist banged angrily into the desk. Yeah, working for resources has really changed the divine angel of mercy.
“Whatever, Gabe. Frankly, you can’t make things worse than they are, not without throwing more spanners in some already pretty shaky works. And do some reading, that superiority crap’s out the door with the new system. We got contracts now - and mine says my area of responsibility is the British Isles and any REASONABLE extra - considering I’m the only angel for the isles, AND I got to do extra shifts to pick up some of the slack in the rest of Europe, it’s not reasonable to have me running around after your screw ups.” Check Gabe.
“Contract for the British Isles only?” I nodded, only a little smugly. Honest. He grinned. Uh-oh, that wasn’t good. “Then it’s all solved - the new cherubim has fallen to Earth at exactly that location. Now we cannot have a divine being running madly over mortal territory, can we? I’d get moving if I were you, think of the chaos he could cause.” Hidden ambush, check mate. Crap.
“Git.” Gabriel grinned and nodded. I didn't bang the door. The wind caught it. Yeah, the wind.
Ok, this is going on the top of my to do pile. Hmmm, this is why angels have wings you know, if we couldn't fly there would be no way we could make it to the top of these piles. Of course it should be computerised. But the computers are down AGAIN. Remind me to take some grief out on Uriel later. No scratch that, remind me to take some grief out on one of Uriel’s subordinates later.
Right, where to look? No clue, my official report says “British Isles” yes, that’s helpful. I could wait until the news reports on a kid with wings, but I don't think that's an option. Ok, so London it is then. EVERYTHING ends up in London sooner or later. Second point, how to find him? Well, apparently the kid’s already got some divine energy - more than your standard angel has naturally anyway, for training purposes. If he starts throwing it around in my domain I should feel it. Third point, will the kid come back? Not if he has any sense. But seriously, running around on his own before he’s gone through the full training, he’s not likely to want to come back. Would you? Be an employee in Heaven Ltd, who can't organise a piss up in a brewery and in general solve this by pissing all over their poor overworked employees, or to live with the humans as a near god in total freedom?
Yeah I know what I’d choose. Of course there’s another risk - recruitment from the rival firm. If it comes to it, I’m more powerful than the kid - hey, I am technically quite high ranking ever since we did the change over, and I got more experience using this stuff (yeah right. I’m such an expert). I can bring the kid in. If he gets... company? I’m screwed.
Anyway to London. Actually to the vast chambers under Tower Bridge (trust me, a city like London may seem huge, but you try and find somewhere you can guarantee being empty when you materialise. Yeah, I know, invisibility right? Well, you try materialising yet remaining unseen at the same time. There’s no manual comes with this job, remember).
So. I’m under a bridge. Constructive start right? Now, in theory if I sit here and concentrate, I shiuld feel the spark of divine energy anywhere in the city. That’s the theory anyway. Chances of the kid keeping his power down? Low to near nil.
There! We’re on the trail - to the tube! Ok, that lacked drama, but do you expect me to fly through the London sky? Did I mention how bad I was at invisibility? No? Well, Heathrow is the busiest international airport in the world, and it isn't the only airport in London. Do you know what a Boeing 747 can do to a flock of birds? Right, now replace birds with “extremely finely diced angel” and you get the idea. So tuck in the wings and onto the underground.
The underground manages to be wonderfully innovative and a great asset for London and at the same time, designed to make even the most patient saint vow revenge on all his fellow man. Yep, designed by humans, nothing to do with either us or the rival firm. Very little is you know. Oh don’t look shocked, you’ve seen how we manage things! Think we could make the trains run on time?
Ok, stop, stop... change, stop, beat a business man into submission who’s trying to insert his briefcase into my liver, stop, stop, minor miracle top cause a breeze on the subway to disrupt the gentleman who seems to think that just because he reads the Times, he’s entitled to several acres of room with which to spread out all the pages. Aha, my stop. Thank you.
There! Divine energy again... why do I think I’m not going to be happy with what he’s doing? Maybe he’s thickening the crowd with random chance, or maybe the universe just hates me. MOVE people, don’t any of you have homes to go to? Just round this corner, bloody hell, what is it with old people, no grandma you can’t just walk over me, and... DRAGON!
A bloody dragon?! In the middle of London! When I get my hands on that kid I’m going to wring his neck! Uriel’s going to FREAK. Ok, I can do this. I can do this. Concentrate, feel the flow of the power within me, let the divine come forth... let the light gather in my hands and...
“Begone creature! You are not welcome here!” The searing band of divine wrath leaps from my fingers like a thermic lance, a shining white line connected darting from my hands to the very centre of the creature’s forehead! In seconds it punches straight through! Score! Damn I’m good! Err...
Oh...
Bugger...
Why didn’t anyone TELL me it was Chinese New Year?! You’d think I'd get a memo or something, right? Ok, I can handle this... quick illusion, I can do illusion! It’s reality that’s the hard part. Leave the people staring at the impressive illusory dragon, now... there!
Everyone else in the crowd was looking shocked - I suppose it’s not every day you see someone blast a dragon puppet with holy light, the rest were pretty impressed by my illusion, enough to let me get away. But one kid was nearly killing himself with laughter. Mortals don’t laugh when faced with the divine. Not usually, anyway.
I nearly got within arm’s length before he noticed me homing in on him. He ginned and turned, pushing his way to the back of the crowd. Oh no, you’re not getting out of here...
He had just cleared the crowd when I reached him.
“Uh-uh kid, we’re going home. You’ve caused enough trouble!”
The kid laughed. I ducked back as he spread his wings and jumped into the sky. Bugger. Keeping things secret from mortals is well and truly screwed.
Sod it, it’s not like they can fire me. The crowd leaps back as my own wings stretch outwards, glistening brilliantly in the light. Time to get righteous!
The kid almost doesn’t see me, I catch up to him so quickly I can almost grab his foot before he sees me. He spins in mid-air, still going at massive speed, the wind of our flight making us deaf - got to admire his flying skill at least. Oh shit.
“Look out!”
The kid manages to wheel out of the way at the last second, his wing only just catching the side of the St. John’s Ambulance helicopter. Unfortunately it was a wing full of miracle energy. What? You think we can fly naturally? Look at the aerodynamics of a human being, put some wings on them. Right, how big do those wings and wing muscles have to be to actually achieve flight, let alone graceful flight? I don’t know, I’m not scientist, but pretty unreasonable, that’s for sure.
Whatever the reason, suddenly having miracle energy mess with the laws of physics is not the best thing for a helicopter. Judging from its sudden plummet to the ground anyway, yup, pretty certain that helicopters aren’t supposed to do that.
It crashes in the middle of the crowd, exploding terribly. Somehow the scything pieces of wreckage all manage to avoid any of the people gathered round, even managed to cause no damage to any of the property nearby. Damn, I’m good!
I glared at the kid, floating a little sheepishly a few feet above me. “Look, I’ll fix stuff here. But YOU’RE telling St. John, Ok?”
(oh and I HATE HATE HATE that word. Whose. Who's? Who made this language?! I know which to use, why don't my hands. Bad hands no... err... what can you deny hands? Stop that RIGHT NOW! I know you're thinking it!)
Oh sweet gods I'm nearly bouncy. For the sake of humanity I need to kill myself, lest this affliction spreads.
Anyway. Here's an Angel update, then I'm going to drag myself away from these crazy celestials for a while and spend some time in faerie town with light & Dark to do some more social functiosn (continuing the wedding) for Phoenixfawn, then I'll do none angsty Darren for her, because if I'm ever in an angst repellent mood, this is it.
As ever, all my old fics can be found in memories. Except they can't because I need to update it.
I’m an angel you know. That ‘no peace for the wicked’ thing can’t apply to be. Surely? Then I’m due a holiday.
“And I’ve got to do this, why again?”
Gabriel, Vice President in charge of Divine Resources sighed, his patience clearly fraying round the edges. Yeah, well tell me about it, we’re all on double shifts here. “Look, the new guy was going to be assigned to you once he’d finished some basic training anyway. It’s for your benefit.” He gave me that wounded, badly-done-to look. A look that would make a martyr fall on his knees and declare how terribly unfair he had been. I’m not buying it.
“He’s a new guy - about time by the way, took you moire than long enough - and he hasn't been assigned to me yet. Which makes him officially Resources problem, not mine.” I sat back, furling my wings. Queen next to king, Gabe, you’re going to have to give something here.
“I AM your superior you know. You’ll do as you’re bloody well told, or I will personally make your life as miserable as physically possible - and impossible if I have to.” His fist banged angrily into the desk. Yeah, working for resources has really changed the divine angel of mercy.
“Whatever, Gabe. Frankly, you can’t make things worse than they are, not without throwing more spanners in some already pretty shaky works. And do some reading, that superiority crap’s out the door with the new system. We got contracts now - and mine says my area of responsibility is the British Isles and any REASONABLE extra - considering I’m the only angel for the isles, AND I got to do extra shifts to pick up some of the slack in the rest of Europe, it’s not reasonable to have me running around after your screw ups.” Check Gabe.
“Contract for the British Isles only?” I nodded, only a little smugly. Honest. He grinned. Uh-oh, that wasn’t good. “Then it’s all solved - the new cherubim has fallen to Earth at exactly that location. Now we cannot have a divine being running madly over mortal territory, can we? I’d get moving if I were you, think of the chaos he could cause.” Hidden ambush, check mate. Crap.
“Git.” Gabriel grinned and nodded. I didn't bang the door. The wind caught it. Yeah, the wind.
Ok, this is going on the top of my to do pile. Hmmm, this is why angels have wings you know, if we couldn't fly there would be no way we could make it to the top of these piles. Of course it should be computerised. But the computers are down AGAIN. Remind me to take some grief out on Uriel later. No scratch that, remind me to take some grief out on one of Uriel’s subordinates later.
Right, where to look? No clue, my official report says “British Isles” yes, that’s helpful. I could wait until the news reports on a kid with wings, but I don't think that's an option. Ok, so London it is then. EVERYTHING ends up in London sooner or later. Second point, how to find him? Well, apparently the kid’s already got some divine energy - more than your standard angel has naturally anyway, for training purposes. If he starts throwing it around in my domain I should feel it. Third point, will the kid come back? Not if he has any sense. But seriously, running around on his own before he’s gone through the full training, he’s not likely to want to come back. Would you? Be an employee in Heaven Ltd, who can't organise a piss up in a brewery and in general solve this by pissing all over their poor overworked employees, or to live with the humans as a near god in total freedom?
Yeah I know what I’d choose. Of course there’s another risk - recruitment from the rival firm. If it comes to it, I’m more powerful than the kid - hey, I am technically quite high ranking ever since we did the change over, and I got more experience using this stuff (yeah right. I’m such an expert). I can bring the kid in. If he gets... company? I’m screwed.
Anyway to London. Actually to the vast chambers under Tower Bridge (trust me, a city like London may seem huge, but you try and find somewhere you can guarantee being empty when you materialise. Yeah, I know, invisibility right? Well, you try materialising yet remaining unseen at the same time. There’s no manual comes with this job, remember).
So. I’m under a bridge. Constructive start right? Now, in theory if I sit here and concentrate, I shiuld feel the spark of divine energy anywhere in the city. That’s the theory anyway. Chances of the kid keeping his power down? Low to near nil.
There! We’re on the trail - to the tube! Ok, that lacked drama, but do you expect me to fly through the London sky? Did I mention how bad I was at invisibility? No? Well, Heathrow is the busiest international airport in the world, and it isn't the only airport in London. Do you know what a Boeing 747 can do to a flock of birds? Right, now replace birds with “extremely finely diced angel” and you get the idea. So tuck in the wings and onto the underground.
The underground manages to be wonderfully innovative and a great asset for London and at the same time, designed to make even the most patient saint vow revenge on all his fellow man. Yep, designed by humans, nothing to do with either us or the rival firm. Very little is you know. Oh don’t look shocked, you’ve seen how we manage things! Think we could make the trains run on time?
Ok, stop, stop... change, stop, beat a business man into submission who’s trying to insert his briefcase into my liver, stop, stop, minor miracle top cause a breeze on the subway to disrupt the gentleman who seems to think that just because he reads the Times, he’s entitled to several acres of room with which to spread out all the pages. Aha, my stop. Thank you.
There! Divine energy again... why do I think I’m not going to be happy with what he’s doing? Maybe he’s thickening the crowd with random chance, or maybe the universe just hates me. MOVE people, don’t any of you have homes to go to? Just round this corner, bloody hell, what is it with old people, no grandma you can’t just walk over me, and... DRAGON!
A bloody dragon?! In the middle of London! When I get my hands on that kid I’m going to wring his neck! Uriel’s going to FREAK. Ok, I can do this. I can do this. Concentrate, feel the flow of the power within me, let the divine come forth... let the light gather in my hands and...
“Begone creature! You are not welcome here!” The searing band of divine wrath leaps from my fingers like a thermic lance, a shining white line connected darting from my hands to the very centre of the creature’s forehead! In seconds it punches straight through! Score! Damn I’m good! Err...
Oh...
Bugger...
Why didn’t anyone TELL me it was Chinese New Year?! You’d think I'd get a memo or something, right? Ok, I can handle this... quick illusion, I can do illusion! It’s reality that’s the hard part. Leave the people staring at the impressive illusory dragon, now... there!
Everyone else in the crowd was looking shocked - I suppose it’s not every day you see someone blast a dragon puppet with holy light, the rest were pretty impressed by my illusion, enough to let me get away. But one kid was nearly killing himself with laughter. Mortals don’t laugh when faced with the divine. Not usually, anyway.
I nearly got within arm’s length before he noticed me homing in on him. He ginned and turned, pushing his way to the back of the crowd. Oh no, you’re not getting out of here...
He had just cleared the crowd when I reached him.
“Uh-uh kid, we’re going home. You’ve caused enough trouble!”
The kid laughed. I ducked back as he spread his wings and jumped into the sky. Bugger. Keeping things secret from mortals is well and truly screwed.
Sod it, it’s not like they can fire me. The crowd leaps back as my own wings stretch outwards, glistening brilliantly in the light. Time to get righteous!
The kid almost doesn’t see me, I catch up to him so quickly I can almost grab his foot before he sees me. He spins in mid-air, still going at massive speed, the wind of our flight making us deaf - got to admire his flying skill at least. Oh shit.
“Look out!”
The kid manages to wheel out of the way at the last second, his wing only just catching the side of the St. John’s Ambulance helicopter. Unfortunately it was a wing full of miracle energy. What? You think we can fly naturally? Look at the aerodynamics of a human being, put some wings on them. Right, how big do those wings and wing muscles have to be to actually achieve flight, let alone graceful flight? I don’t know, I’m not scientist, but pretty unreasonable, that’s for sure.
Whatever the reason, suddenly having miracle energy mess with the laws of physics is not the best thing for a helicopter. Judging from its sudden plummet to the ground anyway, yup, pretty certain that helicopters aren’t supposed to do that.
It crashes in the middle of the crowd, exploding terribly. Somehow the scything pieces of wreckage all manage to avoid any of the people gathered round, even managed to cause no damage to any of the property nearby. Damn, I’m good!
I glared at the kid, floating a little sheepishly a few feet above me. “Look, I’ll fix stuff here. But YOU’RE telling St. John, Ok?”
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Another one? for Meee??
Date: 2004-02-02 04:06 am (UTC)Is sorely tempted to write a reply piece to this. maybe finally give TheKid a name. But I am so not versed in how this world of corporate angels fits together. Maybe I'll write and put on hold a bit. Maybe if I write I can draw, and finally pin TheKid down for a name. Just ponderance. Excelent work as usual. *chuckles* Liked the bit bout the dragon.
Re: Another one? for Meee??
Date: 2004-02-02 06:39 pm (UTC)Write! Draw! It's fiction - you can't get it wrong!
Re: Another one? for Meee??
Date: 2004-02-02 08:21 pm (UTC)Still working on the drawing bit. *sigh* buncha lines and circles scribbles. Maybe I'll pick up a few magazines at work and try to find ads with body models or something. working on the writing but i managed to get maybe 2 paragraphs of it before TheKid fluttered off again while I was working on his earth clothing description.
It's fiction - you can't get it wrong!
*G* there's Right, Wrong and cannon.