GLORIA IN EXCELSIS WTF

[myironeyes]

[Public, video, backdated to the middle of the flood]

[Marsh is wearing an incredibly cheap-looking tinsel halo, and, incongruously, seems to have subsequently manifested actual wings, which rustle softly behind him. Faint, lovely music can also be heard, like delicate wind chimes or distant hymns.]

BE NOT AFRAID.

[He says this very solemnly, which is not unusual for Marsh. He also seems to have deep resonances and echoing reverberations in his voice, which is.]

BE OF GOOD CHEER.

[He frowns, very slightly. He doesn't understand why he's saying this. But - well. It seems like someone should encourage happiness, after everything that has been happening.


[Open Spam]

[Marsh is drifting around the barge. He still has his black cloak, so it's impossible to tell if he's actually floating or just moving very smoothly. Rooms are a little brighter when he enters them, though the light doesn't seem to come from anywhere in particular. Whoever you are, whatever you've done, whether you're sad or happy, Marsh is going to be kind to you right now. And he may or may not do minor miracles.]


[Private to Ned]

MAY I COME SEE YOU?

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[patheticvillain]

[The glorious benefits of wearing gloves all the time: Cassel, under the influence of Barge-mist and cider, can grab a garish halo and hide it behind his back until he finds a suitable victim.]

[Marsh is the first person he sees - and if he were in his right mind he wouldn't go after Marsh at all, but he is mysterious now, and there's nothing to be done about it.]

[Hopping up on his tiptoes, he plops the halo right on top of Marsh's head and steps back, adjusting his hat for a better view of his handiwork.]

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[myironeyes]

[Marsh tilts his head, in his particular bird-like way, so that the spikes can stare at Cassel straight on. He reaches up a hand, not to remove the strange item, but just to feel it, lightly. A circle of flimsy strips elevated on thin wires. Perplexing.]

WHAT IS THE PURPOSE OF THIS?

[Was that his voice. What. That. It sounded like roaring waterfalls and the wind in the very tops of trees and the thrum of the deepest bell in a carillon. It sounded like thunder and single raindrops; meaningful and powerful and unspeakably gentle. And, strangely, it felt very much like it was his own.]

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[patheticvillain]

[He claps his hands delightedly, leaning back on the wall with a bright grin, and tips his chin up at Marsh winningly.]

Do you like it? I thought it'd suit you.

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[myironeyes]

IT FEELS.

[Not calm, exactly.]

PEACEFUL.

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[patheticvillain]

Good.

[Peaceful is all he could ask for.]

It looks very nice. Exactly what you were missing.

[Mystery fashion consultant.]

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[deadly_ned]

Marsh?

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[myironeyes]

YES.

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[deadly_ned]

You're...looking different.

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[myironeyes]

[His wings rustle a little. It's not quite a fidget.]

BE NOT AFRAID.

I AM MYSELF IN THE IMPORTANT RESPECTS.

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[velocette]

[Well first he falls against the wall laughing. Really, really laughing.

And then he follows Marsh, all doe-eyed and delighted.]

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[myironeyes]

GREETINGS, CHILD.

[He smiles, just a little, serenely. It is good to hear laughter.]

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[velocette]

[He's still grinning woflishly up at him.]

You turned into something bigger, huh?

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[myironeyes]

VAST AND NUMINOUS.

[The straightest of all straight faces.]

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[onlysurvivor]

[Kelsier has no idea what that halo thing means or why its on Marsh but the wings are the more startling thing.]

Marsh, why do you have wings?

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[myironeyes]

I BELIEVE IT IS THE FLOOD.

[He stretches one out a little, tentatively. They're...really big. After a second he pulls it back in hastily.]

[routemistress]

[She's wearing a highly un-Irisian blue gingham dress amd pigtails, but she is still Iris - physically, at least. Her voice is also still hers, but her accent has changed dramatically. She watches Marsh with an expression of undisguised wonder.]

Are you an angel?

[myironeyes]

...SO I HAVE BEEN TOLD.

[Rustle rustle chime]

[lawofthejungle]

Ya don't know?

[There is a kind of incredulous looking terrier sitting on the floor, looking up and staring.]

[myironeyes]

[Rustle rustle wingfidget.]

I DIDN'T BEFORE.

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[darknessb4me]

...Do you need to be reset?

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[myironeyes]

[He thinks about it for awhile. He's - definitely affected by something. But he doesn't want to hurt anyone. More the opposite. If it was Sazed, pacifyng him, he'd hate it. But it's not any god he can identify, and that makes it easier, somehow.]

NO.

BUT I THANK YOU FOR INQUIRING.

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[inhell]

Oh yeah, I'm cheery already. Are those goggles?

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[myironeyes]

[He considers turning his head, to show her the protruding points. But that seems - an ungentle way of answering.]

NO.

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[inhell]

So what are they?

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[myironeyes]

EVIL.

[He...meant to say 'spikes'. He really did. Apparently his wings come with a certain propensity to render judgement.]