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I had a dream but I called it a plan

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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"Like the artist or the angel?" she asked.

But that stopped her. Questions like that were rather foolish around here, weren't they? With Castiel and his lily white arse running around all over the place.

And damned if 'Raphael' didn't have the god name. El.

Bloody hell.

His mouth quirked, brows knitting, amused. He should introduce himself more often, thus far today the reactions had been almost worth the trip. Almost.

"Like the archangel." A correction in rank, in status, because archangels were the princes of Heaven and he had reigned as junior leader for thousands of years - now, he was left in charge.

Well, she was quite certain her pagan arse would burst into flames any moment. Then again, there was a part of her mind, the part that belonged to the Queen, that felt a surge of haughty pride. After all, that part of her was primeval, to say the least. Older than old. And loathe to be cowed by any angelic puffery.

But she shoved those thoughts aside. Mina's pride was bad, but the Queen's pride was worse. She knew that. And she wouldn't surrender to it so easily. Nor so foolishly.

"Doctor Mina Barrett," she replied, declining to offer him a handshake.

Raphael rarely rained divine wrath down, and it was mostly limited to demons, not monsters - which was where Mina rated in his mind. Not that monsters were a bad thing - humans had to have some predators, and they did far worse to each other than any of Mother-of-All's children ever did.

"What kind of doctor?"

"Surgeon," she replied. "Although, mostly meatball surgery these days, but I do enjoy a challenge. I used to serve as an army medic. I also work in hematology. Around here, it's mostly medical research, unfortunately. My bedside manner apparently isn't all that good."

And the people here were stubborn.

"Few doctors actually have a bedside manner." More than a few where quite like Raphael, in fact. He cocked his head again.

"You can practice medicine around bleeding patients?" Vampires - at least most - didn't have the control, not that he was used to.

"There's rarely any other kind of patient," she replied. She could read between the lines of that statement, but for the moment, she continued to keep the tone light. Even if he knew she was Kindred, that was no reason to suspect that he would try to take her head off. Castiel had certainly been surprisingly accepting.

Bare arse kitchen display aside.

She smiled wanely. "I've never been fond of wellness care. My talents are better at serving those in need. To say nothing of the fact that most wellness care is pediatric and I can't fathom spending any more time than strictly necessary with screaming children."

"I've never had a problem with screaming children." Because they tended to never scream around him. "Although there is something to be said to devoting your attention to emergency care."

Raphael had a slightly different preceptive on 'monsters' than others - humans needed predators. It was those who couldn't control themselves Raphael too exception to.

Mina dipped her head. "I'll take that as a compliment." She was certain it wasn't meant as such, but she could be every bit as much a peacock as any male. Sometimes more so, now that Queen, it seemed, had taken up permanent residence in her head.

Damn Fae.

"And you, darling?" she asked. "What is your line?"

"It is a compliment. Many have broken under that type of strain." He saw it often enough, in some ways it was more common now - humans committed such frequent violence on each other.

He regarded her with a look, almost of amusement. "I am Raphael." What other title did he need.

The title meant precious little to her. Then again, she and Catholicism were on strained terms. They'd long ago agreed to see other people and only kept in touch on rare occasions, primarily out of politeness that led to uncomfortable silence.

She much preferred the artist.

"Of course, dear," she said.

"I haven't spoken with humans in a good deal of time - if you meant something else by that turn of phrase, I missed the reference." He understood some, but only in a very limited scope.

Now that was a twist. Calling her human. Either she was off base with some of her assumptions about him or she couldn't identify the game. Either way, it sparked her interest enough to keep her from getting bored.

A rare commodity, these days.

"I'm afraid you're turning to the wrong person for modern turns of phrase," she said. "I'm from 1932. A relic, or so I'm told. Most people here seem to be from the early 2000s."

She was human at one point, which was close enough to human for Raphael to assume her speech was based in human culture. Not being able to read her was making him guess.

"Prior to Donnie-" he indicated the body he was wearing "And one particularly stubborn human, I haven't spoken to them in a few thousand years."

"Then you must know Castiel and Pendragon," she said slowly. Pretty much all she'd suspected was confirmed.

Well...almost.

"Safe to assume that you're from their world?"

"Castiel is one of my younger brothers." Though there is very little fondness there. He doesn't know who Pendragon is, and he waits to see if it is offered.

Mina was already at her wrist communicator, searching among the inane conversations and videos. Opportunity was not a lengthy visitor, after all.

A moment of searching later and a small "Ah ha." She held her arm out to Raphael, allowing him to see a video of her beloved Pendragon from their most recent conversation.

"Pendragon?"

He looks over it, one brow quirking. "Not a name I'm familiar with him using, but yes, I know who he is."

He debated blowing Gabriel's cover. He still might, in fact.

"Yes, well..." Mina pulled her arm back, giving Pendragon's image an affectionate look before shutting off the playback. "I gave it to him, actually. He's been calling himself Loki, but I don't think it suits him much. And since he wouldn't provide me with an alternative, and since we had another Loki that tried to kill me, I took it upon myself to come up with something more appropriate."

She shrugged. It was the truth, after all. Even if she had a certain motivation behind it.

"How do you know him?"

"I agree it doesn't. Then again, given who Loki is." A liar and a trickster. There's something hostile to how Raphael speaks, something beyond normal angelic disdain for the pagans - it's personal.

"Despite what many believe, there's only a literal handful of beings older than myself - the pagans don't even compare as old compared to the Host."

She bristled a little bit at his talk of pagans. Being a nearly lifelong pagan herself. But deep inside of her mind, fighting to get out, the Queen laughed. Because the Queen, somehow, was older than time. She seemed to enjoy Mina's discomfort.

Damn thing.

Shoving it into silence once more, she tilted her head. "So where does Pendragon compare to you?"

"The Norse are only a handful of thousands of years old. On a planet so young it barely has a heartbeat, in galaxy still an infant. And I watched God create it all." There's only one thing older than time in Raphael's world, and that's Death. God may be, or He may have Created time when He became. Raphael had never asked.

A line formed between Mina eyes. "So are you saying that he is or he isn't Loki?" she asked, genuinely unsure.

It wasn't a colour that looked good on her.

Raphael inclined his head slightly his mouth pulled into something that might be a smile on someone who wasn't really sure how to or hadn't decided if he was going to. "I'm curious why you seen bothered by it. You said the name doesn't suit him and you've given him another. Does what I call him matter to you so much?"

"Names are very important where I come from," she replied. "Having survived an incursion of sorts, I've learned that much. What name you call someone by grants them power. I suspect you'll pass that off as old superstition, but I can promise you it's far more than that."

She smiled mirthlessly, no light reaching her eyes. "I suppose you might say I'm interested in knowing what sort of monster I may have created."

And she was curious. Incurably curious.

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