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Meepfur
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PostPosted: Sun Mar 22, 2009 8:49 pm


why do you stand at a distance?





"You know, you really oughtta do something besides sit around the house and mope," Stefan suggested, leaning back in his computer chair with his foot planted against the desk and eyeing his adopted son a little sideways and a little upside-down.

"Wh-...I am not moping!" Mikhail refuted from the couch, where he lay stomach-down with a book he wasn't actually bothering to read - he'd've had to glance down and double-check to even answer if asked what it was.

"Well, you're something," the dhampir grumbled vaguely, "And it's starting to get annoying. Couldn't you just do something already?"

"I'm not anything!" Mik protested, glaring at his father. "Could you just tell me what you mean instead of making me guess?"

Stefan rolled his eyes. "All I'm saying is that, aside from getting yourself cut up, you haven't done anything in months! The most you do is just...wander off for awhile to do nothing somewhere else. How many friends do you actually have?"

"How do you know what I do when I leave? Maybe I do do stuff!" He ignored the actual question.

"Because I ask, and the answer is almost always 'nothing'?"

...he had him there, and Mik huffed and turned his head to break eye contact. "Well it's not like there's anything to do."

"That's bullshit, Mik," Stefan said flatly, "And you know it. We've been here, what, two and a half years? That's two and a half years you've had to finally figure out who the hell you are and where you came from, and you're next to nowhere because you keep avoiding everyone who could tell you anything. There's plenty you could be doing, so why aren't you doing it?"

The angel stared, shocked and dismayed and a little angered by his guardian's blunt accusation. "Maybe I don't want to!" he started, but had that explanation cut off by a no-nonsense glare from Stefan. "I...I don't like them, okay? They're all screwed up somehow! Airi's crazy, and everyone else is just...just...they don't make any sense!"

"They might, if you stopped for a minute and tried to figure it out," he offered sensibly.

"But what if I don't want to?" Mik snapped back contrarily.

"Then it's your own fault for being childish."

"I...I am not!"

"Yes, you are." Stefan sighed, righting himself and spinning his chair to face Mik properly. "Which I suppose is my fault, to some extent. I was really hoping you'd just grow out of it on your own, but apparently that's not going to happen." Apparently you need someone to hit you over the head first, he added to himself. "Maybe what you need is some motivation."

...eh? Mikhail looked nonplussed, but waited for whatever was coming next.

"Maybe you should start coming with me when I work. But," he interrupted before Mik could get started, "You have to be responsible. You have to listen to me - last time I tried this with you, you made me regret it. You have to remember that there is more to this than you think right now, and accept what I tell you - everything. And if you don't understand it, you have to try."

"If you shut off, tune me out, or otherwise don't listen to me, we will stop. If you are irresponsible, we will stop. The moment you decide not to take this seriously, one or both of us is going to end up hurt - or dead - or worse, someone else will who's not supposed to. And if we do this, it cannot be all you do - this can't ever be everything you are. So you will start trying to be Fa'e, because you're far enough behind on that already."

"Am I understood?"


"Yes."
PostPosted: Mon Mar 23, 2009 2:06 pm


make them account for their crimes




"We do not kill vampires because they are vampires. We kill the vampires who cross the line - the murderers, the , the out-of-control. Oftentimes, it is vampires themselves who hire hunters, because they can't afford to tolerate the ones who go too far either. Especially in a place like this, where they aren't hidden; it's easy to cover things up when no one believes in you in the first place, but vampires are a fact here. Everyone knows who to go looking for."

"Vampires are not neccessarily evil. Vampires are not neccessarily criminals. While it seems that somewhere along the line you decided otherwise, that's the way it is. It's possible for a vampire to live without harming anyone - there are plenty of people willing to feed them. They can live just as peacefully as anyone else. That doesn't mean they all do, but kill one without a good reason, and
you will be the murderer. While they're usually left to police themselves, vampires are people here."

"Got that? Whether it's how you feel personally or not, you still have to play by the rules, and I do
not need you getting either of us into trouble."

That particular lecture from the night before had not sat well with Mikhail at all, because it was most certainly not how he felt. But when it came to Stefan's lectures, he'd learned by now that sometimes, arguing was a lost cause; at a certain point, you just had to sit down, shut up, and do what he said. Stefan was, in fact, the only person who could reliably get him to do just that - he was his father, after all.

"Hey, are you listening?"

The hunter's voice took a moment to filter into Mik's thoughts, at which point he flushed and look genuinely sheepish. "Sorry," he mumbled, "I guess I was just thinking."

"That's alright," Stefan allowed patiently, "Just pay attention for a minute, okay? Now, as I was saying, our vampire in question is Johnathan Hart - born late 18th century, turned sometime in his 20s, from a line with no particular powers aside from the standard vampire set. Which means don't look him in the eye, you got that? That's where you got into trouble last time."

"Yes," Mik answered glumly. Did he have to keep reminding him about that? That had been, like, three years ago!

"Good. Anyway, 'Hart' apparently has a habit of turning pretty young women and then getting bored, and a new vampire without anyone to keep it in line never turns out well. He's been warned about it before, but I guess they're finally getting tired of it. Since the ones he turned were his responsibility and much too young to be left alone, the deaths they caused can technically be placed on him - not to mention theirs, since in most cases were killed, although one of them just disappeared."

"So, at any rate, this is the guy we're after,"
Stefan said, tossing him a picture. "Someone noticed him hanging around Durem - I'd like to get him before he finds another girl."

"So...we're going now?" Mikhail blinked - that was awfully fast! Not that he minded, although he felt a little like he was swimming in a whole lot of information at the moment.

"Not now now," his guardian corrected, one eyebrow raised, "You know, in the morning. When he's asleep?"

"Oh. Right." Mik wilted visibly, disappointed.

Stefan shook his head slightly, bemused. "Stop being in such a hurry to fight something. It's going to get you in trouble."

Meepfur
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Meepfur
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PostPosted: Mon Mar 23, 2009 4:57 pm


In which there will be two vampires, oops, and ouch.
PostPosted: Mon Mar 23, 2009 5:44 pm


Give light to my eyes lest I sleep in death




I can't believe you didn't do this when I asked you to. The voice was agitated, but familiar - Ramiel.

I didn't realize there was any hurry. The second voice was strange to him, and sounded...bothered?

Jophiel. This is Uriel we're talking about, and he's a teenager. Did you really think he would not get into trouble?

Point taken.

Well, go on and do it, then.

Right now?

Yes, right now. Why not? If you're trying to be difficult just b-

Fine! I'll do it, I'll do it. Give me a break, would you? Not everyone's as happy about this as you are.

I know. They're being petty. Unsympathetic - he was including Jophiel in his assessment.

Now do it.

No more words from the other - just a shuffling of feet, then a brush of fingers against his cheek in a feather-light touch, and another fading out.

Meepfur
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Meepfur
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PostPosted: Mon Mar 23, 2009 7:08 pm


Once I said in my anguish, "I am shut out from your sight"





Soft, feathery strands of white hair brushed against his face, sticking for a moment in the light rain. He didn't bother to brush them away, for even now, the touch of another living being meant much to him. It was a faintly comforting, momentarily grounding feeling in a world that seemed less and less solid as time continued to pass; and even the passing of time was cruel, in this place where nothing ever changed. Everything was the same as it had been since all the living, breathing things had gone out of it. The plants never really grew, never died, never spread past where they had always been. The only thing that ever changed them at all was the wind, or his own passing, or his companion's feeding, but they soon went back to the way they'd been.

He hadn't noticed the unicorn until she stood right beside him, long mane blown across his cheek by the breeze. He glanced up at her, and watched her watch the fall of then rain against the tree they'd both been looking towards.

Turning his gaze to it again, he acknowledged, "Rhe'em."

"I did not think to find you resting in the mud, dear one," she said, what she meant to be affectionate jibing falling flat. Instead, it was a sad acknowledgement that things were not as they once had been.

"It wasn't mud when I sat down," he pointed out. He conversed almost reflexively anymore, with little to his words or voice.

She stared out before them and sighed, hesitating before she spoke again. "It has been raining for days."

"I suppose it has."

"You hate the rain. Why did you not move out of it?" He worried her more and more; he had for years.

"I was comfortable."

Rhe'em sighed a second time. "That is lying, and that is not like you either."

"I didn't feel like it." He drew his knees up to his chin and wrapped his arms around his legs, ignorant of or unbothered by her distress.

That, at least, was like him - or the way he was now. It was not comforting. "Your apathy concerns me, dear one."

"You are repeating yourself."

"Some things bear repeating, especially to friends who do not listen the first time - or the twelfth, of however many times it has been." Frustration, hurt in the depths of those white eyes.

"I listen." The faintest impression of impatience. "I have answered you before. Why do you continue to come to me with this?"

"Your answer does not satisfy me," she admonished. "All it satisfies is your own self-pity."

"I have every right to feel this way," he snapped, clear emotion finally breaking through - but it was still no comfort. It was always this way. "I am in a miserable place, alone. Why should I not be miserable?"

The unicorn recoiled as though physically struck, and stared at him in horror that soon softened to deep sadness. After a long silence, she whispered, "You are not alone. Do not hurt me so."

"That's not what I meant," he said moodily. "There is no Light here. There is no life here. I have no brothers, no- this place is forsaken! Forgotten. We have been forgotten, Rhe'em."

"Do not say that," she warned him, voice hushed with distress, "You know it is not true."

"You always say that, yet it is always the same - nothing. We are prisoners here, when we have done no wrong." He pulled his wings in around himself, as though he wanted for an embrace. "I have only ever been a faithful servant, but He has abandoned me."

"Uriel, no!" Rhe'em cried, but it was too late.

He was gone.
PostPosted: Mon Mar 23, 2009 7:09 pm


Renew in me a steadfast spirit




"Well, those are some terribly depressing thoughts you've managed to sink into," Ramiel observed dryly.

"...huh?" Mikhail stared dumbly at the dawn-winged angel, floundering as he suddenly found himself back in the here and now. That was what this was, right? Although it was awfully dark, now that he thought about it, and that didn't seem quite right. He usually saw very well in the dark.

Ramiel rolled his eyes. "You were thinking about dying."

"Oh. I guess I was," he conceded absently, looking around. There was nothing to see.

"That was the last thing you ever said. Just that, and then - pop! - you were gone. It was quite startling." The thought furrowed the archangel's brow.

"'Pop'?" Mik raised an eyebrow skeptically.

"Well, not literally," he corrected, "You know what I mean. None of us were expecting that one, although in hindsight, perhaps we should have been."

"Maybe," the teen agreed grumpily.

"Oh, don't be bitter. You did quite enough of that then, and you don't need to be doing it now. It didn't exactly get you anywhere."

Out of that stupid garden, he thought, intending to keep it to himself.

"You do have a point," Ramiel allowed, laughing at the confounded expression that crossed Mikhail's face. "It's a dream - thinking and talking are more or less the same thing."

"Great." It was Mik's turn to roll his eyes. "What're you doing here, anyway? And who was that earlier?"

"You looked like you could use some help, little brother. But what do you mean, wh- Oh. You caught that?" While 'oops!' wasn't exactly written on his face, he obviously hadn't intended for the Fa'e to hear that. "That was Jophiel."

"...who is? And just what was he supposed to do to me?"

"Another angel. I'm sure he'll be offended that you don't know who he is, but that's the way it is anymore. Most of us take a backseat to Michael, Raphael, and Gabriel - and you, oddly enough." Ramiel shrugged. "The rest of us didn't make it into all of the canon for some reason."

"As for what he did to you, he strengthened your protection." He tapped the script under Mik's left eye. "I asked him to do it ages ago, but as I'm sure you heard, he didn't get around to it."

Mik narrowed his eyes. "Yeah, I heard."

"In all fairness, one's sense of time can get a little skewed when one is essentially timeless. But yes, it was probably partially intentional," he admitted.

"But...why? I don't get it." He couldn't help but be offended.

"There are mixed feelings all around about your...situation." Ramiel was hesitant to elaborate, and it showed in his explanation. "But it's nothing to worry about - it's not as though anyone would try to harm you. It's just that not everyone is agreed that this is a good thing. Most of them are reserving judgement, but one or two, well...some of us are more or less tolerant than others, as you may remember."

"Michael is just annoyed that you have the same name now." The angel smirked.

"Um." Mikhail blinked. "I'm, uh...sorry?"

Ramiel chuckled. "I'll be sure to tell him."

"Anyway." Mik shook his head, backtracking to his earlier line of questioning. "What was this about...strengthening my protection?"

"Well, you weren't just born with those, although I suppose you don't remember - which seems to be a trend with you. Jophiel put them there in the first place, when you were very small. It's meant to be a minor sort of protection, but apparently he made it more minor than I thought."

"In any case, now that he's fixed it, you shouldn't have to worry about something like this happening again. Vampires - or anything else, for that matter - won't be able to take hold of your mind just looking you in the eye. Among other things, perhaps? I will have to ask him exactly what he did."


"Of course I don't remember!" Mik snapped, finding nothing amusing about the 'trend' at all. "That's the problem! I hardly remember anything except when you bother to show up and tell me, and half of it's just...useless stuff that doesn't mean anything!"

"I don't think it's meaningless," Ramiel said, infuriatingly calm. "On the contrary, hadn't you wanted to know how you died?"

"So yeah, I finally know how I died - so what? The doesn't explain why I died, or why you all just left me there in the first place! You had to know it was going to happen - or He did at least, didn't he? So why just leave me there? Why leave me in some stupid garden everyone had forgotten about, anyway? What was the point, and why take so long to tell me anything?!"

The angel stared at him for a long moment, golden eyes revealing nothing, and shrugged. "I cannot say."

"Can't, or won't?" Mik growled.

Ramiel ignored the question. "I think it's about time you woke up - the vampires are still there, by the way."

"What, you couldn't do anything about those?" Mik grumbled.

"I could," he said, "But that would defeat the purpose, little brother."

Meepfur
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Meepfur
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PostPosted: Mon Mar 23, 2009 7:10 pm


In which there will be killing of vampires! And the discovery that guardians are heavier than they look.
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