week 0, tuesday morning

[disilluded]

[Hey it's morning, is Sandy getting his coffee fix? Because if he is, Sousei is entering the kitchen and idly quirking an eyebrow.

Ah, someone he hasn't spoken to...

Hmmmm...

Eventually, he will approach, with a simple:]

I suppose routine does make the situation easier to bear.

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[melancoffeea]

[Oh, okay. Prepare to form a disappointing impression.]

Sandalphon.

[disilluded]

[That's fine.]

...Sandalphon.

Very well then. And do you have any abilities that you are no longer able to access here?

[melancoffeea]

I do.

[He pauses to take another sip of coffee.]

You?

[disilluded]

No, none. But I have never been particularly inclined towards magic.

[For once, to his favor? He has no idea.]

What abilities have you lost?

[melancoffeea]

My heavenly gifts, you might say—all that separates me from mortals.

[disilluded]

... You are not human, then.

[Hmmm]

What are you?

[melancoffeea]

[Representation is narrow in this crowd. There are humans, a skeleton, and a couple of other creatures to his limited knowledge. Where are the draphs, the harvins, and the erunes?]

I may as well be one now. But before I came here, I was an archangel.

[disilluded]

[He doesn't really know what that is??]

... Did you have a role? Specific duties? What is it an archangel does?

[melancoffeea]

[That's probably for the best. Avoids people's having expectations.]

I had a role, yes.

Archangels serve a wide variety of purposes. Some exist for the expulsion of hostile entities; others maintain a facet of the realm. There doesn't tend to be an overlap.

[disilluded]

[... Hm.]

That is incredibly varied, yes. And so what purpose do you align with?

[melancoffeea]

Something archaic.

[He shrugs.]

It doesn't matter. That purpose is no longer relevant.

[disilluded]

I would argue that your purpose matters a great deal, but...

[A beat, and he shrugs.]

I will press on that point.

[melancoffeea]

Perhaps when I first came to being. That time, however, has long since passed.

[And he's not sharing, though the answer is quite obvious. His tapestry doesn't hide anything for those who understand the connotations behind a few key words.]

Anything else?

[disilluded]

[I will not press on that point... i forgot like the most important word in that sentence it's fine]

Hm.

One last thing. What do you think of the situation we have found ourselves in?

[melancoffeea]

[Sousei is dead, so what does it matter—]

The situation? . . . Humph. It's just another turn of fate.

[disilluded]

...Hm, very well then.

[A nod, simple and accepting.]

Then that was all I wanted to know. I will leave you to your coffee now.

[melancoffeea]

[Well, if the man is excusing himself, then who is Sandalphon, his own curiosity notwithstanding, to stop him? Although now that he's dwelling on it, the subject of fate is distressing indeed. His only acknowledgment of Sousei's words is a hum.

Whatever. There's coffee to be had.]