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somethingspecial) wrote2011-12-25 12:51 am
somethingspecial) wrote2011-12-25 12:51 am
Entry tags:
- and we need a little christmas,
- bringing the music to adstringendum,
- can't read my poker face,
- i don't own emotion i rent,
- i have been changed for good,
- let's sing about our feelings,
- missing the people who leave us,
- music is the universal language,
- my heart is too big for this,
- raphael: my other guardian angel,
- smile though your heart is breaking,
- the show must go on,
- total ecplise of the heart
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.]
[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.]
[Video//Private//Unhackable]
And he almost, almost explains to her why he wants to know--that his reasons are simple and even childlike. When did Raphael, of all creatures, come to trust a simple human? How did that happen? How could it? What is Rachel, to bring that about in the Leader of the Host?
But he doesn't. Does it even matter why? Really? He has his own growing collection of humans, but that's different. His humans are there to be used by him, and they're aware of it. Rachel is, to put it bluntly, useless to an angel. Lucifer has no hope of understanding their relationship and he knows it. He doesn't want to understand it--it disgusts him.]
Just be careful with it. She'll have a tantrum if she comes back and someone has killed you over it.
[Video//Private//Unhackable]
[Quietly, and her fingers are curled into fists, her fingers digging into her palms, but she forces herself to look into the camera.]
You may not understand the reason, but I hardly expect you to.
[Her tone slips into something even quieter, but with an infinite amount more coldness to it.]
That's all I required of you. Your opinion has been noted.
[She may not know the details of why Raphael died, nor the circumstances, but Rachel is far from stupid. She knows, full well, that Raphael's Grace was non-functioning far before her confrontation with Tom Riddle. And that her confrontation, before Tom Riddle, was with you.
You fell from Heaven for a reason. Rachel has little interest in hearing your superiority complex much more than she needs to.]
[Video//Private//Unhackable]
And what you 'require' now is to keep that sword secret. [He leans forward, deadly serious now.] If you've told my brothers, you should know that Balthazar is a loose canon. Even more than me. I might kill you because you stepped on my shoe, but none of us knows what he'll do. Now that he knows you have a stronger weapon than he does...well. You just look both ways when you leave the house until Raphael gets back.
[Video//Private//Unhackable]
But that hardly means anything. And while Rachel is little more than a teenager, she knows full well that whatever Lucifer says can't be trusted at face value. He's the Devil -- his entire schtick is lying and manipulation, after all. Trusting his information on a person is like trusting Katy Perry to sing a note that isn't flat. It's just a stupid thing to do.
So when Rachel speaks, it is wary.]
Balthazar has never attempted to kill any of my friends, Lucifer. I will pick who I trust on my own terms, without your help or influence.
[Video//Private//Unhackable]
But you know what he has done? He's just come from the second wave of a very bloody war where Raphael ends up dead. And so does he. That's the last thing he remembers: his death. So you tell me how stable that would make you.
[Video//Private//Unhackable]
[It's whispered, almost choked out, but Rachel keeps her calm as well as she is able.]
For someone who finds humanity pathetic and not worth his time, you spend an awful lot of your time making every attempt to dismantle us and break us down into whatever tiny pieces that you can, but you will never succeed, because I am not going to allow you to rule me by fear.
[And then, definitely choked, but with far more bite.]
Your sister has just died and all you can concern yourself with is trying to turn your family against one another by using me to do it.
You're disgusting.
[And with that, Rachel ends the feed abruptly.]
[Video//Private//Unhackable]
He smiles grimly and shoves the PCD away, resuming silent meditation from where he sits in Raphael's ashes.]