Abe Kelsey

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Mickey coughs theatrically. "'What is your name?'"

“I am the Sword of God. Fire is the vengeance where by the wrong shall be righted and the truth be told,” the man said. His voice was loud and ringing, filled with the confidence of a man who knew what he was saying was right. He didn’t move, but instead just gave Mickey a look with his one eye.

It wasn’t strange to him to see this being. He often saw them. This must be Satan attempting to talk to him through this creature, for God’s creatures were always more aesthetically pleasing.

"What is your quest?" asks the Cat. It's perched, suddenly, on the roof of one of the gate-stiles.

“My quest is to bring the word of God, and to right the wrongs set out upon the Earth.”

"'What is the average w..?'" Mickey frowns down at the notebook. "You know, I don't really see why that's important." He flips a page. "'If you could be granted three wishes, what would they be?'”

"Or," the Cat says, examining its tail with interest, "if you were a genie and someone you were trying to
give three wishes to was trying to trick you into giving him more, what would you say?"

“I would bring the wrath of God upon them, and have their trickery revealed!”

Mickey looks rather nonplused at the next, but reads, "'When the revolution comes, what skills will you be able to barter for food?'"

Abe said nothing, but stared the mouse down. “I have God’s Good Grace looking down upon me,” he said slowly, but powerfully. “I will need to barter nothing!”

The Cat rolls its eyes in a friendly (and rather disconcertingly out-of-sync) way, and asks, "Milk, dark, or white chocolate?"

Abe would have looked confused if God allowed such weak emotions to cross his face! “I know not what you are talking about,” he said.

"'Choose the two coolest: robots, pirates, fairies, bears, ninjas, monkeys, vampires, or humans,'" says Mickey, giggling a bit as he goes through the list. "'Explain.'"

“I shall not answer your foolish questions! God shall shed the light on your foul trickery! You shall not fool me, devil!”

"Great!" Mickey flips through the blank pages of the notebook at top, cartoon-y speed. "Well, I think that's just about it! Oh, and I'm supposed to ask, 'for your safety: are you carrying anything sharp?'"

Abe drew his saber. “I have this sword that God above has blessed, and I shall strike you down with it!”


((XD To be monorailed? I'm not sure if he's going to get especially violent in the app though, so if there's no good reason for Mickey to monorail him, I can just duck him or something right after. XD;

Abe Kelsey from the movie The Unforgiven.))

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[stylishtartan.livejournal.com]

"Oh, yes, I'm sorry," replied Aziraphale testily. "Was this right after you immediately greeted him by telling him you hated him almost as much as his God? Oh, no, that's right, it was after you un-winched your wings and started menacing him with your scythe."

Aziraphale was rarely a wrathful angel, as he'd long ago learned that his huffy, sarcastic annoyance was far more effective than his anger. That didn't stop him, on the other hand, from being very glad this Uriel was not from his world. Not that angels like Michael and the host were any better. Aziraphale was actually somewhat of an oddity in his dislike of violence directed at annoying humans. It probably had something to do with his having to witness the results of heaven's hasty smitings.

Listen, the man seems completely unbalanced, you're right. But he hasn't demonstrated himself to be violent to anyone else. And if you know anything about humans at all, you know they're all terrified of what they can't understand, and if you're going to reveal yourself to them you can't be surprised when they attack. Oh, and about your little greeting-- I didn't like what he was saying from the outset either, but the reason why I didn't say anything? Because I actually would rather prevent unnecessary fights with such people. If you really want to ensure that no one gets hurt, my advice to you is to stop antagonizing people who are clearly unbalanced, and never do that little earthquake thing again as long as I'm around to see it.

He stopped and rubbed his temple with a wince. Lecturing by telepathy was not helping the headache he already had, especially since he was so out of practice.

((I'm sorry he's being such an ass right now!))

[urielofearth.livejournal.com]

Uriel was not in the mood for an argument right now. He is definitely not in the mood for an argument about the different moral codes in their respective universes and their opinions on just reasons for manslaughter.

Look, I am mostly in control of myself now. That was not the case a few moments ago, and may not be after a few more moments. How about we forget about this discussion and I leave before I actually break something -- like a building, or very possibly a human -- instead of just shaking things a bit?

Now that the rage's fading away, he's beginning to get almost scared. Scared of himself, that is. To think that he almost caused Katou to get hurt...

[stylishtartan.livejournal.com]

Aziraphale sighed. I think that would probably be for the best. He wasn't sure what to make of this Uriel; the last time he'd seen such pride and wrath in angels was right before the Fall. But considering what he'd said when first speaking to Abe, it was quite likely this Uriel was Fallen.

[urielofearth.livejournal.com]

At this, Uriel simply turned around and started walking away. (He might have been offended at being accused of having Fallen, although not terribly surprised. After all, in his world it wasn't impossible for an angel to rise to a high position in Heaven despite having Fallen. And, coincidentally, Fallen did not equal demon.)

It wasn't until he'd come far enough not to be seen by anyone -- he even checked, knowing Katou wouldn't be toohappy with him if he was seen -- that he paused to draw something from under his coat. Holding the stuffed animal close, he closed his eyes, feeling terribly, horribly guilty for his tantrum.

"I'm sorry for scaring you like that, Fluffy-chan," he muttered, channeling all his general guilt and repentance over his actions and loss of control into this one apology to a stuffed toy animal. "I'll do my best not to do it again..." He didn't promise anything, knowing better. Promises might be broken, and he didn't want to break a promise to Fluffy-chan. Easier not to promise at the first place.

He was truly a horrible, horrible person. It'd have been better if he had managed to wipe himself off the face of Earth in addition to the idiotic bigot. (In addition to, not instead of. He still was convinced the world would be a better place without Abe Kelsey.)