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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Nov 7, 2012 15:06:04 GMT -8
Sarah came out into the living room, at first cautiously like a groundhog, but then minutes later, more surely. She sat on a couch near Alex and smiled gently.
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Post by DKender on Nov 7, 2012 15:08:28 GMT -8
"Morning, Sarah." Alex smiled back. "Did you sleep all right?"
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Nov 7, 2012 15:11:57 GMT -8
Sarah- "Could've been better, but being unconscious is over-rated. And you?"
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Post by DKender on Nov 7, 2012 15:21:12 GMT -8
Alex shrugged. He was reluctant to admit that Abdul's death apparently didn't upset his subconscious dream-mind at all. "You know, I really am beginning to wonder if Mary was right when she said there's truth behind all the pious lies of God's love." He pet Tony affectionately. "I'll try to visit Ashley this morning for Easter Mass, anyway. He's Catholic, too. D'you think there's a reason all this started on Holy Week? Could be a coincidence, I guess."
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Nov 7, 2012 16:32:44 GMT -8
Sarah- "Is that what she said? ... I do think it's a coincidence. But I think those mummies really did do this, and if they wanted to do it in 'the Holy Week' it's for personal reasons, not anything truly eschatological... I can see you have places to be. Enjoy yourself!"
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Post by DKender on Nov 7, 2012 16:45:39 GMT -8
"Take care, Sarah. You're really wonderful." And so Alex left!
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Nov 7, 2012 16:49:55 GMT -8
Sarah- "Oh, doggies. If the possession only happens to religious people, what are we gonna do with that poor guy? What's that you say, Pepper? I should hump the religion out of him? Well, OK, but only if it's absolutely necessary for everybody's safety."
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Post by DKender on Nov 22, 2012 21:27:45 GMT -8
Anybody unfortunate enough to walk into the room will witness Alex having a dance-off with an imaginary person, presumably to celebrate his successful restaurant raid. This ludicrous display will continue for about an hour. One can only hope that Nat is babysitting Tony and Pepper elsewhere, or the dogs will be very confused.
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Post by DKender on Nov 23, 2012 18:33:01 GMT -8
After rocking out and cleaning up, Alex gathered the herbal tea and cinnamon sticks and arranged them in a lovely paper box he folded from newspaper. He was making an origami lily when Patti's words echoed OMINOUSLY through his mind: Alex - Ladies love origami, right? Patti - Maybe very young ladies.
Ione wasn't "very young." She had to be at least twenty-one! Definitely. Around her, he just needed to act and think like a mature adult. Easier said than done ... What would James Bond do, Alex? WWJBD?Nah! James Bond was a womanizer with zero scruples. And why did Alex want to impress Ione, anyway? Didn't he learn a lesson from Nori and that Comic-Con disaster? No good came from jumping hurdles to impress pretty ladies. No good. All the same, he decided to avoid origami for a while. And so Alex left the room in this inspired outfit: He was rockin' that yellow bandana.
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Nov 24, 2012 22:35:17 GMT -8
"Come play with us, forever and ever..."
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Post by DKender on Nov 25, 2012 13:49:24 GMT -8
(OOC: What the heck did I just write? Sorry, Nat.) As Alex slept that night, he dreamed about Nat ... Nat and Alex sat across from each other in a stark police interrogation room; a bare light bulb overhead illuminated one jumbo coffee mug sitting on the table between them. Nat wore a classy white tuxedo (well-fitted, gold button cuffs, notched lapels) and green Starbucks barista apron.
"I made you hot chocolate," he said, casually pushing the mug closer to Alex. It was topped with whipped cream and sprinkles.
"Whoa, Nat, you aren't stuttering!"
"That was an act." A brilliant halo appeared above Nat's head; under its light, his blonde hair was painfully bright. "Angels don't really stutter. And you may call me Michael now."
"I KNEW IT!" Alex chugged his hot chocolate. It tasted heavenly. "Wait, is Sarah an angel, too?" "No, she's an atheist."
"Oh. Figured. But why did you bring me here?"
Nat leaned across the table and touched the crucifix around Alex's neck. It melted. "God is not good," the archangel said. His voice was suddenly a thousand voices, all speaking in unison. Alex flinched.
"Nat, what are you saying?"
"Fight Him. Fight Him with me. Be my soldier in the Holy War."
The room was becoming hot. Unbearably hot, like an oven. Alex took his shirt off. "You're trying to lead me astray," he said. "Right? It won't work. I'm REALLY good at resisting temptation."
"Spineless!" shouted one thousand furious voices. "Coward!"
The walls burst into flames. Hell is hot ...
With an inexplicable logic common in dreams, Micah suddenly joined Archangel Nat/Michael on the other side of the table.
"Hot, sure, but it's really no worse than Mexico, mate," Micah said. "You can share my loft in the first circle. Buddhist Emiliano will be there. Sarah, too. And your Uncle Brick. Definitely your Uncle Brick. Nice getup, by the way."
Alex looked down - he wasn't shirtless anymore. Instead, he wore a flame-resistant firefighter jacket with bright yellow and silver trim, shiny black boots, and heavy gloves.
"Are you still afraid?" Nat gently asked. And Alex shook his head, because he wasn't scared anymore.
"No. But can I say something?"
Nat nodded and smoothed his apron. "Please do."
"Is Emiliano dead? And my parents? What about Carly?"
"Have faith," the angel answered. "Bodies die, but the soul is eternal."
Alex somberly finished his hot chocolate. Souls might be eternal, but they could not love him on Earth and chat when he felt like running his mouth. Life without family or friends was little better than early damnation. Maybe he should welcome a martyr's death.
"Um. One more question, Nat. If we're fighting ... God ... does this mean that Satan's a good guy?"
Angelic Nat's laughter, a bell-clear and joyous sound, extinguished the searing flames around them. "No way. Satan is still a jerk. Now go, Alex! Resist His cruelty. Hellfire cannot stop you anymore! Because you do not fear it!"
Radiant and proud, the archangel drew a gold sword from the ether. Alex knelt reverently as marble swan-like wings unfurled from Nat's back. That guy was really beautiful, in an ethereal way.
"Last chance to change your mind," One Thousand Voices Nat said. "Once I knight you, there will be no coward's salvation from His wrath. Dies irae! Preces meae non sunt dignae: sed tu bonus fac benigne, ne perenni cremer igne!"
"I want to be a good man." Alex smiled. "Sancte Michael Archangele, defende nos in proelio!" And so he was knighted by rebelling Nat Saint Michael. As the gold blade touched his shoulder, Alex felt a sharp ache ...OUCH. He jolted awake (it was dark outside) and, with a flashlight, spotted a cross-shaped welt emblazoned on his chest. A miracle? Oh, no, never mind. He'd simply rolled over and slept on a wooden crucifix. But that dream had been so vivid ... Was Nat REALLY a badass renegade angel? Stranger things had happened (especially that week). Maybe he is. You'll still both burn in hell. Ha!Stupid head voice.
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Post by DKender on Dec 17, 2012 15:27:03 GMT -8
After the sun set yet again, Alex retired to his beanbag chair and folded an origami rose for Chelsea by candlelight. He considered making a whole bouquet ... Bouquets are for girlfriends, Rookie. She just has girlfriend potential."Rookie?" Since when did he refer to himself as rookie? Noooo. Alex wanted to be CHAMP. Or ... His mom liked to call him Pumpkin. It used to be embarrassing, but he'd legally change his name to Pumpkin to hear her voice again. Exhausted and homesick, he fell asleep on the beanbag chair and had an unsettling dream about chess.
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Dec 18, 2012 0:24:27 GMT -8
"The big one is on our bean bag. Get the shotgun." TIME WARP!!!
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Post by DKender on Dec 21, 2012 12:11:52 GMT -8
Alex looked appreciatively at his reflection in the bathroom mirror. Rock star, baby! You are one handsome son of a gun!"Don't I know it!" Hey, what's the origin of that phrase? Son of a gun?"Uhhh." Though he wracked his mind for the etymology, Alex didn't have a clue. Uncle Brick used it all the time, though. Maybe that was a red flag ... Well. Tonight was the night. He'd finally do it. Dr. Victor, you're going DOWN.He was itching to challenge that show-off to a DANCE-off. Alex was not the best baseball player in 403. Or the most handsome. But, by the power of hard work and prayer, he'd be the #1 dancer or die trying. It was win-win, really. If the doctor said No, everyone would realize that he was intimidated by superior skills. If he said Yes, Alex would bring it oooon. He spent a few more minutes primping and admiring his rock star hair. Chantelle was a GENIUS.
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Jan 2, 2013 18:58:38 GMT -8
Sarah- "You guyzh done runnin' 'round? Jeezh. Whatsh got into you lately?" She wrangled the dogs into the apartment, went to her room, and slumped on the bed. She looked at the window, still open from the day time. Normally at night, she'd close it, but she didn't feel like getting up.
What now, Sarah? Ghosts. Demons. And you don't get any action. Go to sleep.
She did.
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