Look down and see the beggars at your feet

[servingmichael]

Who: Raphael & various angel bros, Chuck, teenagers, and anyone else
Where: The Church and various places
When: The length of the blackout
What: Raphael is taking care of a few people and checking on others. He's not being very subtle about it.
Note: I prefer prose but action spam is fine!


He had taken care of Chuck, and would continue to check on him and the others of House 11 until things where back to normal.

Inside the church, every night before dusk, Raphael will go around, lighting candles and oil lamps. Never mind where they came from. Never mind why they don't seems to be consumed. There is shelter, light, and pure, clean water.

He also was actively seeking out the young people of Cape Kore - they teenagers, the few minors, those who are still children, to ensure they come through protected.

Comments

[sagittae]

It was true, Allison didn't know how they were going to figure it out. She took the glass with a soft murmur of thanks, a little too distracted by her friend's distress to notice the less than normal actions coming from Raphael at first. She just moved over to stand at her side, pausing for a moment before reaching out to rest her hand on Lydia's elbow gently.

"I don't know yet." There wasn't much point in lying - Lydia knew her better than most people, she'd know in an instant. Allison sighed quietly, squeezing her arm gently before shaking her head. "I don't, not yet. But I'm going to find out, okay? I won't stop looking until I do."

It was a little awkward with the glass in her hand, but she successfully navigated it around enough to get her arms around the other girl, and pulled her in for a hug as she added in a softer, slightly lighter voice. "Even if I have to read every book in that damn library cover to cover, okay? I will.

[servingmichael]

"We'll figure it out because there are few mysteries to the universe I am blind to, and I am willing to help you." It wasn't just someone so young being in distress - although that called to parts of Raphael he'd long thought buried and gone, duties of old, watching over and carrying for humanity for the moment of their birth until adulthood - it was something more personal. Lydia had at least recognized his burden, even if she couldn't understand that. To Raphael, she had reached out, and no one had done that in longer than he cared to think about. So if he could help her, he would.

And he was confidant he could.

"Besides you have your friends, and they don't seem the type to abandon you either." Which earned them points in Raphael's book. Courage and loyalty - those where traits more of humanity needed.