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.
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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.

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day 103

[intelligently]

When Raphael had found her Lydia had still been afraid. Concerned. This was the second dead body that she had found lately, and the second time that she'd gone somewhere without memory, something that had resulted in her finding a dead body. She'd gone with him, with a little less challenge and complaint than she might normally have given. She was a little subdued, and who could blame her.

Lydia had felt okay in her house, as okay as she was, and Allison had been there - comforting and distracting. Being in the church felt strange, and Lydia felt herself drawn into just watching the flicker of the candle flame. It was warm, inviting, and she didn't have to think of anything, just stare. Be drawn into it. She didn't know why she'd found another body, or even that first one, but she wished that it hadn't been her. Or that he hadn't even died.

[burnburnburn]

Dilandau's drawn by the fireglow in the windows of the church, that stand out in an otherwise pitch-black town. It catches his eye every time he looks in that direction, and even though he knows it's Raphael's domain, he finds his steps keep leading him towards the light.

He resists the temptation to explore as dusk grows deeper, but the impulse is too much by the time he wakes up again for his pre-dawn exercises and sees the windows still lit.

He slinks into the church quietly, keeping a lookout for angels or enemies. He kowtows quickly in the aisle to the nailed god (or is it a sacrifice?) at the altar as he enters, just in case Raphael is monitoring him, and then heads straight to where an oil lamp burns. It's beautiful.

This is his worship, his devotion to the fire and his silent vow that he'd release it into the woods where it could blaze until it blotted out the dawn.