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Post by snow on May 28, 2011 21:44:51 GMT
we still have the faith to fight There was a lot he needed to say, but he worried that she wouldn’t take it all in if he said it all at once. He knew he couldn’t comprehend how deeply and comprehensively she had been hurt, and he was what would bring her out again. Every word, every syllable counted. He should just calm down and trust his instinct. He had the experience. He had the compassion and the best intentions. He stemmed his motivation into his speech before he finished the train of thought, making his points up as he went along. Sometimes he thought too much. “Of course I care,” he stressed. “I’m your healer, and your friend. What else would I be doing at this time?” He regarded her seriously. “You need me. So I’ll be here.” In his mind, it was as simple as that. This was his purpose in life. He wouldn’t give it up, not for anything. “At the worst times everybody feels alone and helpless. Everybody feels like the dark has blotted out the light.” He shrugged off the idea. “Everybody makes that mistake. The truth is quite the opposite. He is always there, and even more so when we’re suffering. That connection between you and Him can’t be broken. Even if you don’t have your wings, you have your faith.” It was a long speech for Raphael. Usually he avoided anything more than a handful of sentences, as it was too easy for others to simply tune out. His professionalism was, again, being ruined by Nala’s powerful presence. She was a unique and especially grave case, but there was more to it than he would admit. There were a lot of traits he saw in her that correlated with himself. He wondered how he would have coped in her situation, and was admiring of her strength to survive it. He was a hypocrite and constantly countered others’ low self-esteem moments, and couldn’t help himself when faced with such strong self-doubt as Nala. “How can you berate yourself for running? Any rational person would do the same. No cause is worth dying for – you can always do more alive and fighting.” Here his words were influenced by his own healer’s standing on martyrdom. He could never stand by and let somebody die, and could not understand why somebody would do so willingly. There was so much to life it was impossible to experience it all. Why decrease your chances? “You survived. You came home. You came here, in order to recover. Isn’t that enough to prove you’re still deserving?” He smiled affectionately. “We are angels, but we are flawed. It’s called personality.” we still have the wings to fly ((Mmm, it's been too long. That felt good :D))
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Chocolate
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Post by Chocolate on May 29, 2011 4:31:26 GMT
Nala Describe me in one word.
Nala held a devious smile. "Well...You could be playing Chess, Painting, Writing a journal, organizing your mysterious closet over there." She pointed to the door that almost blended into the wall. "That reminds me. You need more color in here." The Smile transformed into one that was warm and very inviting, considering who was wearing it. She seemed to take on a more...playful attitude towards the healer. Which was not surprising. She always warmed up to people if they took the time to realize her full potential. Like an orange fluffy kitten with claws. Once you get past the bite, you have a fun innocent spirit who's positive energy is rarely altered. Unless you see a dog of course. Then everything is thrown off balance. Now it seems like she's at the animal shelter and Raphael is the vet.
She listened Dutifully to Raphael, and raised her eyebrows. So He is always there? Maybe he was that nagging voice in the back of her mind, constantly reminding her to keep strong. That she can and will survive whatever challenges face her. Even if she didn't have her wings, she had her faith. But what if her faith was gone as well? No. Stop it Nala. She commanded herself. Even if you lose faith in God He never loses faith in you. See? You were wrong. He always did love you. The Devil only fed you lies. Though Gabriel had no help with her self esteem. She was going to have to confront him later about his attitude towards her. Michael seemed none too reluctant to pass her off ethers. They must think alike.
"Because. I have never ran away before. I never had too. I stood there, watching him, knowing that he could easily kill me, but he didn't. Why didn't he? We were on his land. He knew it. What could he have done with me that was so important? Was I just a tool to show God that he could hurt arch-angels. That he could wound and kill his warriors, his sister and not be fazed? He's done it before. Why prove his point with me?" She sighed, looking at him.
Was she deserving? Was she worth all of this? All of heaven, all of the saints and angels. Was she still deserving of it all? It wasn't enough. Personality? Well she has a lot of personality. Does that mean she has lots of flaws? No. That was not what he meant. She really needed to stop looking into things so deeply. It's gonna end up killing her one day. The smile he presented her made her grin. Why was he so...good at his job? Here she was supposed to be difficult and challenging but he got to her as if it was something he did everyday.
Chaotic? Confused? Devious? Strong? Weak? Lost? How about Unique?
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Post by snow on Jun 16, 2011 16:29:05 GMT
He shrugged. He couldn’t guess at Azazel’s reasons for anything anymore, unless they were obvious. Attacking Nala was one of those seemingly random acts of cruelty that came from Hell every now and again. You wouldn't get a real answer from any creature of evil, beyond 'Because I can.' Maybe he was making a point, as Nala believed. Maybe he was testing his own strength, physical or otherwise. Maybe he was just messing around. It didn’t really matter what was likely, because he had to make Nala feel better and suggesting that she was entertainment wasn’t going to help. It was time to lighten the mood again.
“Maybe you’re more of a challenge than you think,” he offered. “I remember when you came back from the first battle against him, days after the fighting had stopped. You’d fought, apparently on your own, and had so many injuries I dropped everything and ran straight to you…” he half-smiled, unable to really regard that memory happily but now finding it characteristic of Nala to make such an entrance. It was the first time they had properly met, and she had impressed him even then, though he often admired the warriors of any battle for simply having that courage. Raphael was courageous in his own way, but he didn’t see himself in the same light, let alone in the same league.
“And now here you are and I’ve found out you’ve done it again,” he finished cheerily. “Gabriel’s not so bad because at least you can see him coming,” he teased. “The small ones are the troublemakers.” He didn’t stop to think whether or not Nala would appreciate him pointing out the height difference.
“Anyway.” His voice lapsed back into seriousness, and his gaze settled on hers once again. “My point is, there’s no point putting yourself in mortal danger for the sake of pride. You can’t say that you regret running if it means you’re here now, can you? There’s no future in trying to understand him.” He tapped her lightly on the arm with a single finger. “You’re more important.”
This was a familiar argument with the many angels he had dealt with suffering with survivor’s guilt. Nala had it too, though not by the traditional definition. Raphael didn’t think much of tradition. Every case was different, and no strict guidelines could get you through a proper day as a healer. He didn’t teach much theory. He taught intuition and quick thinking, and hands-on practise. Still, there was only so much you could do in preparation, and even real situations were few and far between, and he worried sometimes that some his cherubim, those that hadn’t been around for any battles in the past, wouldn’t deal well with an emergency.
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Chocolate
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Post by Chocolate on Jun 16, 2011 22:55:38 GMT
Nala
I guess I just need some more time.
Nala listened to him, tilting her head slightly, concentrating on his face for the first time since she was here.
Of course she had run off to fight on her own. She was wearing her full battle armor, all made out of either light leather or cloth. Wrist gauntlets, a leather chest piece and a helmet was all she really needed. The rest was cloth, and of course no shoes. She was focusing on long distance attack, using her arrows when he got her from behind. From there it was just one on one, of her dodging, and falling back, using her dagger to block blows and to get in a few attacks herself. but time had started to get to her, and she could feel both her patience and strength running thin. with a mental note to train in close combat she delivered the final blow, and it was all over. She was haunched over, out of breath, her chest killing her. Nala had survived. Multiple wounds covered her body, but she didn't care. Next thing she knew she was on the ground with Raphael bending over her. Then everything faded to black.
"Yes because a five foot arch-angel is much of a challenge." She said jokingly then laughed slightly at the mention of Gabriel. He's a pretty hefty guy, a big 'I'm so tough' kind of guy, wearing that armor and stuff. Why does he insist on wearing such uncomfortable stuff? Impractical and heavy. Her leather 'armor' was much more practical, for her size and specialty anyway. Of course she didn't have it on, but chose to wear her leather jacket a simple white shirt and cargo pants. all practical for what she thought she was facing when she followed him down. not a fight. Of course she was wrong. "I have a tendency to get into trouble, and I am not small!" She paused for a second and smiled. "I'm practical sized."
Now with all silliness aside Nala continued to look at him, as if trying to figure him out. How could he just figure her out, when no one else could? "Well if I'm so important can I at least change clothes?" she blurted out. "I don't want to be in these anymore."
It was already obvious that she was getting better. Both physically and emotionally. Most of the scars were fading fast. The only two that stayed were the ones on her stomach and back, a constant reminder to her, and Nala didn't want to see them any more. Maybe, if she was lucky, they would fade away. It just needs more time. her wings ruffled slightly, as she continued to look at Raphael.
The Confessions of a healing Heart.
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