I had a dream but I called it a plan

[servingmichael]

Who: Raphael and ANY ONE.
What: Raphael just arrived, he's kicking the cage looking around.
When: Day 46, all day
Where: Anywhere!
Warnings: Will be updated as needed!

Raphael had toyed with the thing on his wrist for a bit before going outside. Once or twice he attempted to fly passed the edge and ended up stuck there and having to walk back until he could fly again - but he made a map of those areas, and after a few attempts avoided them in favor of the woods, park, and buildings. As he pops in and out, there's a faint sound of thunderclaps and wings beating, but otherwise, nothing to announce him

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[servingmichael]

Raphael had made a quick count of heads, but finding not just Lucifer but Gabriel there had left him stunned enough he hadn't pounced on either of them. Anna and Castiel where just more news, neither entirely welcome. When Lucifer became more welcome than a once respected commander...well. But Raphael hadn't taken to being the only archangel left well.

At Lucifer's arrival, Raphael partly turned, shoulder rolled down and forward, a movement suggesting that where he to manifest his wings, he'd be looking at Lucifer over the top of them, head only slightly cocked. Studying. The vessel gave a basic timeline, which was useful.

And infuriating, not that he didn't force that emotion away.

"Lucifer." Raphael's tone is more curious than neutral, jaw tensed in unease. "There is only one plus one I'd bring."

[villainized]

The second eyebrow lifts to join the first as he takes in his brother's stance. Lucifer himself is the epitome of careless negligence, hands haphazardly tucked in his pockets like he'd been in the middle of a casual stroll through a park before he'd stopped to chat.

"But poor little Michael's still stuck in the cage, isn't he?" Clicking his tongue, Lucifer shakes his head in mock disappointment. He may not have experienced the future, but he's listened to what the others have said. The Winchesters win. He gets locked away again, this time in the company of his self-righteous brother. "Guess we'll just have to make do without him."

Which, as far as Lucifer is concerned, is a positive side-effect of being here. No Michael. No Apocalypse. Not yet, anyway. The slow trickle of angels and demons arriving in town hints that that reprieve might be a thing of the past.

[servingmichael]

In some ways that absolutely none of the general host could ever understand, Raphael would always be the little brother. And he hadn't seen Lucifer since Michael had locked him away - after he'd killed Gabriel, Michael had issued the rare order to Raphael, ordering him to stay away, not to seek out their fallen brother. He hadn't seen Lucifer in a long time - and he hadn't thought he would be so quickly sought out.

The comment pulls him up from his surprise, body still, a barely repressed snarl tugging at his mouth for an instant. Michael had been the last of his brothers to fall, in one way or another, and he's grown dependent on Michael's steading presence. Shouldering the burden of running Creation hadn't been as hard with him there.

And what the Winchesters had done...Raphael had never even considered as a possibility.

"For someone who claimed he didn't want to fight, you're doing a rather poor job." It's tense, an accusation. He knows, truly knows, Lucifer doesn't lie - but he doesn't believe what he heard either. Cant believe it.

[villainized]

"Am I?" He looks around, pulling his hands from his pockets and spreading them at his sides, palms outward. "I see no fight. I have no weapon in hand. And I see none in yours."

That observation means nothing, however, and they both know it. No time at all is needed to bring a blade to bear, but for the moment at least, Lucifer has no intention to do so.

Smiling slightly, he tucks his hands away once more and shakes his head. "You need to stop interpreting things you don't like as battle-worthy offenses, little brother," he continues, voice light and easy. Almost friendly. "You'll end up waging war on the entire world with that kind of attitude, and I promise, no one will thank you for it."

[servingmichael]

"Neither of us prefer to use it." He hadn't seen Lucifer draw his yet, period, so he felt confidant on the assumption. Archangels rarely needed them. "I don't mock you. Don't mock Michael." Thinking of what the Cage was doing to both his brothers upset him - but Lucifer, arguably, had earned it.

Maybe.

And Raphael was unlikely to draw his own and rick being injured with his own blade. "If I did, they wouldn't notice, for all they do to themselves." Disgust was present, yes, and some might mistake Raphael for being one of the angels who didn't like humanity - but there was also a heavy disappointment to it as well. Raphael did care about humanity, even if they had spoiled everything they'd been given.

[villainized]

“Well, the world’s a little smaller here. They might notice this time.”

Not that Lucifer cares one way or another. He’d be happy to exterminate the lot of the pests right now, and likely would, were it not for his truce with Gabriel. Happily, though, he knows that humans are a foolish, excitable bunch, and eventually one of them is going to do something woefully stupid and give him the excuse he needs.

And he won’t hesitate to take it.

Shrugging, he straightens up and makes a show of dusting off immaculate hands. “Either way, not my problem. Just wanted to drop in and say hi. The others will probably be along soon enough. I’m sure Anna and Castiel are eager to have you over for their weekly Save the Humans campaign.”

Waggling his fingers in a jaunty wave, Lucifer disappears with a rustle of feathers.

[servingmichael]

"Not likely." Humans would war over anything, they wouldn't notice him. How much that bothered him, the cost his family had paid so that humanity could live - he'd never voiced it, but it was there, growing as the years passed.

At the mention of Castiel, Raphael just raises a brow. "I highly doubt that will be the case brother." Anna as well, though she didn't seem to know what would later happen.

He watched Lucifer fly off, debating saying something or going after. Ultimately he decided against it - Lucifer was too big a reminder at present, of what had happened, of what he was risking becoming.