Marsh || Steel Inquisitor (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
myironeyes) wrote2013-10-13 11:36 pm
myironeyes) wrote2013-10-13 11:36 pm
GLORIA IN EXCELSIS WTF
[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?
[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?
[Private]
[Despite everything, the Piemaker has to duck his head down as he grins at the image Marsh is presenting]
You're preening.
[Private]
[He gingerly unfolds one of the wings - they're big, proportional to a man's weight - and drapes it over and around Ned, sheltering without quite touching him.]
[Private]
He remains like that, silent, for a long few seconds.
But it's never good to dwell on what cannot currently be, and eventually he brings himself out of his own trance, looking up at Marsh]
You're good at that.
[Private]
PREENING?
[Private]
[Private]
[Sarcastic angel. Who knew? But he's still smiling.]
[Private]
[Private]
[WHAT]
[Private]
The fancy birds?
[Private]
[His perfectly normal little cockatiel, yup.]
[Private]
[Private]
[Private]