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Raphael ([personal profile] servingmichael) wrote in [community profile] kore_logs2013-03-01 08:42 am

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
bostonhowler: (Broken)

[personal profile] bostonhowler 2013-03-07 10:34 pm (UTC)(link)
She shivers and clenches her hands together. "A hunter?" It's almost a squeak.

Without the protection of the pack, she's exposed, in danger. Brigid swallows hard and closes her eyes. An immediate prayer is thought of - asking for help in protecting herself. Normally, they don't have any problems, but there have been incidents of hunters simply going after those they think might become a danger. Something she could definitely be since there was no Alpha to cleave to.

Blood sigils. Like the ones used to repel the Angels and protect the first born sons. "Like Passover?" She has to ask, to distract herself from the terror of the thought of a hunter being here.

Who could it be?
bostonhowler: (Rip your throat out)

[personal profile] bostonhowler 2013-03-08 11:56 am (UTC)(link)
A hunter. Here. She's going to have to keep her wits about her and just the thought that -

"Dean." He'd lied to her. He'd lied to her about being a monk and poured holy water on her. He'd lied and used the Church to do it.

Her eyes flash blue very briefly as she tries to rein it in. Her nails grow briefly and she takes a few moments of deep breathing to pull it under control.

"I haven't smelled any blood on anything. Not in the amount a sigil would take." She's pulling it back, but she needs the distraction.
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[personal profile] bostonhowler 2013-03-09 05:01 pm (UTC)(link)
The growl escapes her for the briefest moment before she pulls everything back in. She grinds her teeth together, and forces the wolf back under control. She doesn't dare risk challenging a hunter. There isn't anyone here who could offer her help and partnership.

Well, except an Archangel, but she would not ask that.

"The smell carries furthest." She sighs. "But I will be respectful of your wishes." Brigid wouldn't do anything that he did not want her to. She obeys.
bostonhowler: (History keeper)

[personal profile] bostonhowler 2013-03-12 04:09 pm (UTC)(link)
She nods. And there are ways to hide a scent. She knows that. She's run across it before. "I've heard of the things in the woods." Her teeth worry her bottom lip for a moment. "I've smelled the big predators. And their kills." Which had bothers her, but she's never been a fan of the scent of entrails, no matter how much she can ignore it.

"I -" She stops herself, frowning for a moment. "Is there anyone else that I should be wary of?" Brigid will obey any order given to her. And what better Alpha could be asked for than St. Raphael.
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[personal profile] bostonhowler 2013-03-13 06:44 pm (UTC)(link)
Her eyes jerk upward and her back straightens. It's weird to hear that St. Raphael has trust in her. That's just not possible! Well, possible, but not probable.

"There are other angels here?" She's surprised by that, simply because she hasn't smelled them at all around town. Of course, she's not been out and about much. "And demons?"

She's immediately going over her lore. There isn't much in the chronicles, not that she can remember. "Can I... Is there a way to keep them away?" The demons.
bostonhowler: (Thinking)

[personal profile] bostonhowler 2013-03-17 02:07 pm (UTC)(link)
She's always been self-sufficient, but to have the confidence of an archangel means that she's going to be a bit bolder now.

Brigid nods. Two archangels, two lesser angels. That brings it up to five. She knows of four archangels, with three here, she had to wonder which one isn't here.

"Iron, salt, holy -" She stops. "The hunter knows about them. He poured holy water over my hand." Brigid sighs. Even more reason to stay away from him.