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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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"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.

Blackmailing his brother was seeming like a better and better idea. "I never said they weren't important only asked why this name was important to you. I can't read you as I can those from my world so why should I give out something of great import to a stranger?"

Angels and Kindred. More in common than she would have believed two months ago.

Mina shrugged her shoulders. "Well, I don't suppose I matter that much to you. And the fact that you're trying to 'read' me clearly indicates that you don't trust me." She paused. "But the fact that you would reveal that to me indicates that you're a pragmatic individual. You know that this situation is more complicated than you would like it, which means you're probably looking for...shall we say...alliances. So you tell me: Why should you give out something of great import to a stranger?"

Raphael waited for her assignment - she was observant and intelligent. Both things he admired in others. "I shouldn't. I don't know what you alliances are, or your loyalties. I know you have the ability, for whatever reason, to keep information from me, which almost none in Creation can do."

He didn't confirm or deny that he was looking of alliances, because hadn't made up his mind as to whether or not he needed them. And he didn't trust her - but he trusted few, so it was less a reflection on Mina than it might appear on the surface.

"However you also practice in a field that is my dominion, despite being something which would normally prey on humans, unless you are quite removed from what your species is in my world." He doesn't say 'something' with disdain - he's indicating a species other than 'human' and 'angel', nothing more.

"All that really suggests to me is that I should watch you before deciding whether or not to extend that trust."

Normally, Mina might have bristled a bit at his assessment. But she'd learned a bit about angels. And besides being...well...arrogant and cocky, they were also far removed from humanity. She'd learned, rather the hard way, not to expect them to behave like gentlemen.

If only she could forget about the kitchen, although, in the long run, that had hardly been her worst encounter.

"I always wanted a patron," she quipped. "You are free to watch me as much as you like. There's little else to do around here. Just...promise to keep your clothing on, darling. I've had quite enough of angelic arses for one lifetime."

Raphael would have scoffed at being expected to - they weren't human, he wasn't going to act like one. But he would be polite - which by his measure, he was being.

"I didn't say I'd help." Although he might, out of sheer boredom if nothing else. He raised a brow. "I have no reason to disrobe." Not that he really cared one way or the other - besides the fact that Donnie's body wasn't his, he didn't care about human nudity taboos. They always changed - occasionally got amusing.

"That puts you one up on Castiel," she replied absently.

Although, in her book, Castiel had quite a few qualities that Raphael lacked. Oh well. There was no socializing these...things.

"Castiel doesn't present a particularly high benchmark." The coolness in his tone goes just a little beyond typical brotherly ribbing.

"Where were you off to?"

"The docks," Mina replied. She saw no reason to equivocate. It was well known, to anyone who cared to know, that the docks were where she went to clear her head. She enjoyed swimming, if the mood struck her. Other times, she would simply sit beside a piling and watch the water, letting her mind wander for hours on end.

"Do you swim?" He'd never thought to check if Donnie could - apparently he did, though not well, and hadn't since he was a boy. Interesting.

Privately, Raphael was amused - he was the patron of fishermen as well.

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