somethingspecial | 49 [Video] After Raphael's death.

[Text Sent To Network ; Attachment: Oh Holy Night]

[It's snowing. And Rachel is outside, clad in a green dress, with a red long jacket over it, complete with a green beret, readying a microphone outside of the theatre. It appears she's connected it to a speaker, which is connected to the sound system inside the theatre -- and the PCD is position directly on her, as Rachel wraps her hands around the microphone, to take a deep breath. It resonates, through the speaker, and through the network.]

It is now Christmas.

[It's quiet, and her voice echoes as she speaks into the microphone.]

I don't personally celebrate it, but as most of the individuals within the city are most familiar with the commercialized version of the holiday, I thought I would offer something of a prayer in song concerning what the holiday is supposed to be about -- so... I hope you enjoy it. And I sent a text message to all of you, with the lyrics, should you want to sing along. I would not mind the accompaniment.

[And Rachel turns slightly to press a button on a boombox that is situated on top of the speaker. There is a silence before the instrumental of the famous song begins to play, scratchy at first, before it becomes clear -- and then, Rachel takes another deep breath before she begins to sing.]

O Holy Night...the stars are brightly shining...! It is the night of our dear Saviour's birth. Long lay the world in sin and error pining, 'till He appeared and the soul felt its worth...A thrill of hope the weary world rejoices, for yonder breaks a new and glorious morn --

[Rachel offers the tiniest of nervous smiles before she closes her eyes, her voice suddenly escalating with a sudden power and, more importantly, strength as she held onto the microphone tightly, allowing her emotion and her ability carry her through the more powerful and emotional portion of the ballad.]

Fall on your knees! Oh, hear the angel voices! O night divine, the night when Christ was born -- O night divine! O night, O night divine!

[The instrumental backup begins to sing quietly behind her, and Rachel falls silent for a moment or two, and while her eyes remain closed, her smile is back, and she sings with a powerful amount of <i>love</i> as she allows the music to carry her through to the next verse.]

Truly He taught us to love one another... His law is love and His gospel is peace. Chains shall He break, for the slave is our brother. And in His name all oppression shall cease! Sweet hymns of joy in grateful chorus raise we, with all our hearts we praise His holy name!

[And her eyes open as she lets go of the microphone, to sing with a newfound determination and conviction, to stare directly into the PCD, singing each and every last syllable with a particular amount of faith and strength and love -- ]

Fall on your knees! Oh, hear the angel voices! O night divine, the night when Christ was born... O night! -- divine!

[And at that note, Rachel snaps her eyes abruptly shut to focus, drawing it out to just the perfect amount before her voice dips back into a soft, sweet soprano, before she opens her eyes slightly, cheeks wet with tears, her hands clutching the microphone stand tightly enough that her knuckles are white.]

O night, O night divine! Oh, O night divine!

[And, when the song is finished, she is quiet for a long moment before closing her eyes again, mouthing something silently to herself, before she murmurs a quiet 'thank you' and the feed shuts off with a slight tug of something -- a string, from Rachel's hand, and something lands on the button controlling the feed, shutting it off to the public.]

[Filtered to the angels // Private // Unhackable]

[She is still outside, snow settling on her shoulders, but the microphone is off, and Rachel is breathing evenly.]

I am in possession of Raphael's sword.

I will not be giving it back, under any and all circumstances, to anyone but her.

Please make no attempt to take it from me or I will do something about it.

[She is, oddly, completely and utterly serious.]

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Right. She's coming back. No way in hell this place'll let her go- she's actually making progress. [Awkward Gabriel is awkward.]

[It makes her feel slightly better, even with the awkwardturtling. She remains quiet, though, before Rachel draws in a breath, exhaling slowly, before she says the first thing that comes to her mind -- ]

I have to make her a cake.

[Gabriel stares at the feed like maybe Rachel is touched in the head.]

Good plan. [LOOK, HE IS TRYING TO BE GENTLE HERE.]

[No, it's okay, Gabriel, she has a method to her obvious madness.]

I made Anna one and Castiel one when they came back to life.

It's something of an extraordinarily morbid tradition, as none of you can manage to keep yourselves alive.

[Pause.]

-- baking is one of my varied talents, though they're vegan, so I'm not entirely sure whether or not you'd enjoy one.

[She'll make you one just 'cause you're being nice. 8(]

[And somehow... He can see why Raphael likes her, even if he's completely perplexed by her. But after another moment of stunned staring, he shrugs.]

I'm a vegetarian with a sweet tooth.

I'd love one.

[ -- wait. This is downright revolutionary information.]

I thought angels didn't need to eat.

Why are you a vegetarian?

I don't- it's an appearance thing. [An appearance of needing an excuse for why he doesn't eat delicious human flesh.]

An appearance for whom?

[Curiosity killed the cat, but Rachel doesn't give a fuck, she wants to know. 8|]

Let's just say I used to hang with a pretty rough pack of carnivores, hm?

I can sympathize.

Watching someone eat steak is disgusting.

Especially when you're not sure who it was made out of.

[ . . . ]

You name cows, too?

[Gabriel, how the fuck are you an angel, seriously.]

[Oh God, how is this girl real? Gabriel stares at her and then just... Slowly nods, because he would actually feel terrible if he told her about gods and cannibalism.]

Oh yeah. All the time. One of those strawberry cows out there's a close personal friend of mine and everything.

[Rachel is fairly certain he's patronizing her, but she's too exhausted to point it out, so she just goes with it.]

We have a cow named Marge -- not at home, here. Obviously. I live in middle-class mostly-white suburbia in Ohio.

[:T]

...You're a vegan?

[GO. AWAY.]

I am.

[NEVER. He needs you to feed his pets.

Also, he kind of hates that he really approves of your lifestyle, Rachel. Go suck a dick you're supposed to be annoying.]

...would you do a trade? Your skills for extra [oh, what can he offer] supplies?

You must be insane if you think I would go anywhere near you without Raphael.

[Somewhat incredulously, somewhat annoyed. Who do you think she is, mister. 8|

...She may be convinced if Castiel goes with her. 8|]

[It's hard being scary, Rachel. He just wants you to bake for his humans so he can stop wanting to kill them for using animals. Is that so hard?]

Bring one of my other brothers until she gets back. Gabriel seems to like you. Or leave it on the doorstep. There's no reason we have to see each other.

I'm not asking any of them to accompany me on a trip to deliver a cake to you. I'm not yor servant, nor am I your friend.

Go find a cookbook like the rest of us. I'm certain they taught you how to read in Heaven.

[he just ignores the jibe] They're not for me--they're for Break. You see, he's in the habit of going out and trapping animals. He takes eggs from nests and eats them, no matter how close to hatching they were. He butchers what he can find...he almost started a slaughterhouse here.

I thought, if he could be convinced the become vegan, he'd stop killing infant animals and their parents. [A shrug] But you're right. Spiting me is more important than teaching a man he doesn't need to slit the throats of unicorns or fawns or whatever else he eats to survive.

[Rachel looks pale, at the descriptions, but she has been living with the Elrics since she arrived in Adstringendum. She knows the score.]

If he wishes to eat animals, then that is his choice.

You cannot force someone to be someone they aren't.

That's the thing, when given the choice, he chooses to let the animals go. But I don't know about human nutrition. He says he needs protein... My body needs demon blood. It's not really a good point of reference.

[Rachel sorely doubts that Lucifer presents Break with much of a choice in this matter.]

I said no, Lucifer.

No amount of whining will get me to tell you yes.

[She will help Break should Break ask. But she refuses to give Lucifer an ounce of kindness. Not after what he's said.]

[Uhm, excuse you, yes he does. 'Let the pigs go or I'll kill everyone you love' is a legitimate choice.

And he smiles, so kindly at her, as he decides he's going to break both her femurs the next time he sees her.]

You're right.

[Also, all the bloody scraps from Break's hunts are going to be gleefully displayed on her porch.

But for now he just cuts the feed.]

Edited 2011-12-28 19:10 (UTC)

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