EXT: Forest [locked to big brother Gabe]

[mercifulwatch]

He breaks the hug not in the mood for human or angel contact. He feels the next person to touch him is going to get a dagger to the face. So instead Remiel blip's Gabriel to the Rocky Mountains where the ancient trees grow metres in diameter. In a blind build up of tension, in his human form he forcibly rams a punch into the nearest giant redwood.

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[presidingangel]

Regards his brother curiously. He can't remember the last time he saw Remiel so angry, so upset. Ice-blue eyes full of compassion, he watches his brother punch the tree down to the ground. "What happened?"

[mercifulwatch]

"Nothing... Nothing" He huffs. He paces back and forth, peircing his eyes into the fallen wood like he might set it on fire with telescopic laser beams. "Humans! Gabriel! Humans!" He huffs again, "Monkeys started to pick up sticks and draw pictures and that's what happened!"

Still pacing he knows in the back of his mind that probably didn't make a lot of sense to the casual observer. This is why Remiel once in a millenia blew off steam and didn't let errors of the universe seep in. Because when he's in a mood, he talks like a crazy person.

[presidingangel]

Gabriel is well-versed in the frustrated rants of his brothers and he isn't immune to having a rant about humanity from time to time, either. Especially during a period of war. So he watches Remiel pace and wave his arms as he lights a cigarette.

After a moment, he hums thoughtfully. "They're stubborn little clay beings, aye. Not gonna deny it. Think the discovery of fire was where things really got explosive." Headtilt, "Any specific group of humans or just the ones we're protectin' so they can fight?"

[mercifulwatch]

Pace pace pace.

"All humans Gabe. I protect all humans. That's my job. You blow up shit. I hold up umbrellas so the debri doesn't squish their heads. And the ones that do get sideswiped by falling cement blocks wakes up on the other side of the veil to me, again. Sorry guy, you're dead. Here's a mint for the flight to Heaven. Sorry about the genocide! Hey don't blame me. That's free will for you." Remiel spouts somewhat incoherently now turning to his brother.

"You're smoking in a forest?!"