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| This journal is part of the mass exodus. Further adventures in apathy can be found at dreamwidth: Scorched and Polychromatic, both under the dubiously-better title of doctordoctor. I might essay some more while I'm at it, but that depends on if I ever get tired of iconing Raphael. I almost never got to use this picture IC. I AM USING IT NOW. | |
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| [See Raphael lounging on his bed despite it being past noon, looking mildly annoyed. Granted, that might be a default expression, but hey. He's buttoning up his shirt as he talks, a selection of ties laid out on the bedspread.]
It's been over a week since the last curse-- unless, of course, people have just been uncharacteristically silent. Maybe no one cares to update unless they're being tormented by a curse. I don't care for the quiet, it just means something worse is bound to happen later and we'll end up with a menagerie on our hands or vampires or cannibals.
[flatly, while picking up a paisley tie and frowning at it]
Don't you think?
[and starting to tie it. And thinking better of it and going for a red one instead.]
[and thinking better of it again, with an uncustomary hesitance and even less customary segue] ... Tell me about your worlds. What you did at home, what you do here, what life was like. I'm curious. | |
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| Naughty:
--refused to heal men due to lack of interest
--slept with my patients
--worked under a corrupt regime for years without ever trying to change things
--seduced hundreds of women without regards for the damage it would cause them personally and professionally
--kicked people out of bed
--killed people in battle
--attempted to blackmail Sara Mudou into sex
--kissed taken people
--took my lieutenant for granted
--falsified and withheld evidence
--gave Sara poison under duress
--murdered a guard
--attempted to eat people
Nice:
--studied hard in school
--successfully ran a hospital
--helped Michael at the end of the first war in heaven
--never billed Michael for any of the times he wrecked my house
--snuck Sara around without compensation
--resurrected the Messiah
--eventually rebelled against the Prime Minister
--opted out of eating Katan
--spent time with Michael as a Christmas present
This is pathetic. | |
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| [Raphael's handwriting is your stereotypical, borderline unreadable doctor's longhand, but his device has somehow managed to work out a typed version as well, if it's too illegible.]
Dear Santa,
I'm not entirely sure who you are and seriously doubt you're real, although I have heard dozens of annoying songs about you lately. Enough to gather that I probably won't get any presents. But for Christmas I would like:
--to go home (Michael can come too, but everyone else can stay here)
--about ten beautiful ladies, preferably with commitment issues
--failing that, just one. Blonde? But it's not a dealbreaker.
--nail polish
--a new lab coat
I might be able to reimburse you. Veterinary isn't my specialty by any means but your reindeer could probably use a checkup. As well as yourself. Your diet needs a serious evaluation.
Sincerely,
Raphael | |
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| Sara's gone.
[there's something that borders on regret in his tone, but it's passed as soon as the next words are out]
I was always fond of winter, if only because the winds are usually stronger. Does it snow much here? Are there random spans of time just dedicated to it like the curses? At this point, nothing would surprise me about this place.
Mika-chan, much as I enjoyed the new view your last visit gave me, I did manage to get that wall fixed. Don't feel obligated to explode this one. | |
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| [The device shows a pretty mundane scene at first, an immaculate, if small, room with a glass of water, contact case, and an alarm clock-- busily ringing-- on the nightstand. Raphael's curled up under the covers, only a couple tufts of somewhat wavy blond hair poking out, and an oddly narrow shoulder.]
[then an incoherent grumble as he pokes out an arm, without even lifting his head, attempting to turn off the alarm clock by feeling for the switch. Surprisingly, it's found, and the broadcast might have ended on quite a dull note if he hadn't knocked over the case in the process. Raphael finally sits up enough to retrieve it, leaning over the side of the bed--]
[and freezing right there as he turns to inadvertently face the camera, and starts blatantly feeling around under the covers. First with his free hand, and then with both, eyes huge and horrified. And then he looks up at the recording device sitting right in front of him.]
Shit!
[he's holding up a sheet at least, although the damage is already done. The device is yanked away and turned off]
(OOC: Sexswap. All replies will be in text unless antagonized or persuaded otherwise. Optional action for anyone who wants to come bug him at home or meet up with him shopping for clothes incognito. Or at least a bra.) | |
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| [Unless he offers himself up for a dinner date, it's unlikely anyone will really see Raphael eat again. At least, not to such a great extent-- there's the wrappings from a fair few dozen small chocolate bars, suckers, tart candies, and so on scattered on the carpeted floor and couch, and he's busying himself indelicately with a popcorn ball at the moment. Where he got any of the sweets is frankly anyone's guess.]
It's just not enough.
[He's a bit past panic, standing up from his perch on the couch's armrest to summon up his wings in a flurry of feathers. They don't look amiss. But from his lack of reaction, he's done this before. Again and again, with no change.]
But if that's not it, then... damn.
[the device is grabbed without another word and shut off]
(OOC: More than happy to cannibalize you, though he should be satisfied with a few bites, if that helps. Action for anyone who wants to meet up with him or pay him a visit since... he should be venturing out soon. Yeah. Since it's Raphael, angels and humans are both pretty fair, if unwilling, game.
ALSO I'm headed out for a Halloween costume party myself on the highly off chance you spot me, I'm the one in the Doll outfit with too many petticoats so expect further responses after the next couple hours. Okay, back now! ♥ Happy Halloween.) | |
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| [Raphael looks terribly bored and regretfully normal, lounging around lazily on a couch.]
Correct me if I'm wrong, but I thought the moon was supposed to turn to blood first.
I wouldn't advise going out after dark. Or much at all, unless you think you can handle it. And while I don't have any holy water or crucifixes on hand, I'm fairly well equipped to deal with monsters and more than happy to escort any and all lovely ladies around the City, if needs be. So please just say the word.
[in fact, speaking of]
... Sara, are you all right? | |
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