I have returned knowing that war has been declared. You all must listen to me! This isn't what we ought to be doing! I refuse to fight. You ought to do the same. Hell isn't conspiring against us! We cannot trust in our God anymore--you see how corrupt He has become!

For the sake of everyone you know and love, do not go along with this absolutely insane idea!

( private )

So I have not been in contact with anyone for quite some time. Not with anyone in Heaven, at least; not with anyone from home.

What am I saying? Earth will always be home. I was Human once, after all. I lived once, and I died once. Wonder if I can die again.

Everything is rather crazy everywhere I turn. I have enjoyed my time reading, yet I find it...difficult to concentrate sometimes, what with the voice in my head. I've mixed feelings about it, but then again, that's me, isn't it? Two sides to everything, one never greater than the other.

It pains me to be so far away for such a time. Yet at the same time it feels like a 2nd/3rd home. How odd... What am I, then?

But I am very glad to have had a delightful and informative conversation a while back. I feel she is the only one who might listen to me, beyond Time himself. Perhaps he is the next person I shall consult once I've pulled myself up by my bootstraps.

I think...I'm going to go. I think I need to go there.

The words make a melody make symphony make nothing but sweet tune.

I don't know how long I can stay like this without doing so. My mind is shredding itself to pieces, I fear.

Do you know what clouds see through you?

It's back and forth, back and forth--and if this voice doesn't stop, I may just fall. It's yelling. Screaming, not in rage, not in pain, but in triumph, insanity. The Darkness...is the abscence of sanity.

Without superiors, what remains? A vaccum, black hole, engulf all it sees, and then some, and try to stop, stop, stop, but you cannot stop the evolution of creation.

And maybe then I can finally figure out what the truth is...?

HEEHEEHEEHAHAHA!

Ooooh, I can listen again! It's coming in, looouuud and cleeaar~ Time cannot stop it, and oh so much thrilling dripping sinking clawing yelling screaming tearing ripping!

It seeps so lovely into me, through me. FREE! Black hole full of crying whispers a yell into your ears; are you deaf to your own demise? Without eyes, it sees.

Oh, I must go, I must go, closer, farther, dragging, nagging, what is this?

Feathers fading fast in fury and fault.

Things are...not going well, certainly not as planned. When does anything go according to plan, anyway? I took a leave of abscence (OOC: see I thought the RP was all dead-ness with nobody doing anything XD) to clear my head, so to speak. I do not think it has worked well. Things only continue to be muddled.

It's a silly thing to ask. I should know by now that I shall be lynched if one of Heaven ever sees my face again. But does anyone...actually know what happened? It was so long ago, and I felt that with time, my memory would return, yet it has only faded more and more. The situation, I don't...

I just know that I didn't do anything. I could not have! Angels do not kill Angels; it has always been this way.

What if I did? I cannot be certain either way. Who is this person who knows me, this child? With everything that has gone on in the past few months, I can only fear the worst. Things are deteriorating rapidly. I cannot stay here--I do not belong.
If Angels turn on Angels, then there is no Heaven. God's punishment, I suppose.

...What happened to me...?

I remember...I remember the Archangels, and I remember arguing with Gabriel. He was trying to take my memories! It was chaotic... Perhaps he succeeded? I cannot remember much after that except flying away from his office, and away is all I wanted to go.

But...what happened? What happened?! There is blood on my hands and...on my clothing. There is glass in my hair and in my wings. Why is there blood on my hands? Is it my own? I don't appear to be injured...

What did I do...?

( Private )

( Private )

I am still safe. I don't know what exactly I was so worried about, as I have seen no Archangel since my escape. Either they aren't looking, or I'm very good at evading. Either way, my worry has dropped.

Though I again apologize to Mokuba.

...Can I ever return home, however?

(OOC: Hey, Yuugi-mun/Mokuba-mun? Are we just gonna post up what RPing we did or just plot hole the rescue thing? )

I am infinitely more calm now that Mokuba has been returned to his proper place.
...Now I just have to figure out what I'm going to do about myself.

( Private )

...Something is not right. The winds are restless, as if having no...
...Master...

I have not seen Mokuba for a time, since I first fled, and I have heard little of or from him. Is he all right? Does anybody know? Has something happened to him?
Oh, if I was still alive, I would kill myself knowing I'd let something happen to him instead of being there...

No no no nonononono! You are not supposed to happen! Twirl about the clouds, see the bow pulled back.

There go the flutterflies, and off your high-topped building. Passage. Friendly or unfriendly? Nobody.
Nobody inside.
Silver and black, silver and red, sleep. The sounds of high-pitched silences, the clouds swing back and forth.

Brutus, you are a fine example, dear lad!