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coruscated[ because some of us need to heal the void kh3 left us with and we're doing that via the medium of post-canon au shenanigans ]
coruscated
[ closed; prophet!edgeworth 'verse ]
Apr. 8th, 2018 11:46 pmhasfartogo[ as it turns out, defying fate, tearing up the pre-ordained plan for the end of the world, and forcibly re-railing the planet Earth back onto the path of continued existence leaves behind a hell of a clean-up job in its wake.
not the Earth so much; regardless of the swathe of apocalypse-related events and signs of the end times that swept over the globe over the year or so that it was on-track for destruction, in the end, it really wasn't anything that human beings weren't in some way used to dealing with. people picked right up where they left off and carried on, most of them none the wiser as to how close they'd come to oblivion.
not so in Heaven.
Castiel - newly reinstated as a fully-fledged Angel of the Lord, grace intact - returns to a Heavenly Host divided among itself. without a roadmap to follow, without any sign from their Father as to what they were supposed to do next, it seems most of his siblings feel... adrift. lost.
Castiel would be lying if he said that he wasn't one of them, for that matter, but at least he's had a little practice at existing in that state of being. disconcertingly, it seems that some of his siblings have caught on to that as well, and now they're looking to him (him!) for answers. he can't help but feel a little disturbed by the ones that seem to think that he ought to be their new leader.
not all of them feel that way, of course. there are plenty who feel the opposite. Raphael, as the last remaining archangel, assumes regency of Heaven as a matter of course, and has plenty of supporters. he is disconcertingly quiet on the matter of Earth's continued existence.
and then there are those who are not so quiet on the matter. rogue cells of angels, vanishing from Heaven without a trace. those who Castiel is certain would rather that the Apocalypse had not been derailed.
but of course, before he can investigate that burgeoning problem, a new prophet shows up out of the blue, and the consensus among the Host is that Castiel ought to be the one to watch over him. considering how difficult Miles Edgeworth is turning out to be, Cas is privately certain that some of the angels who weighed in on that decision did so because they thought it some kind of karma; or at the very least, because they found it funny.
he'd like to know when he became Heaven's go-to angel for dealing with difficult humans.
all that changes the moment he feels a piercing, ultra-sonic frequency vibrate through his grace. he knows it for what it is the instant he feels it - a prophet is threatened. danger. and at the same time, a burst of other frequencies with it, angels that he hasn't sensed since they hid themselves from Heaven--
Cas hadn't expected the two issues - the missing dissenting angels, and the prophet - to abruptly unite into one issue, but in hindsight, he wonders if perhaps he should have. after all, prophets of the Lord are a valuable resource.
or at least, he will wonder that, later, when he has time to think. right now, he's sweeping towards Miles Edgeworth's apartment as fast as his wings will carry him, praying that he will not be too late. ]
not the Earth so much; regardless of the swathe of apocalypse-related events and signs of the end times that swept over the globe over the year or so that it was on-track for destruction, in the end, it really wasn't anything that human beings weren't in some way used to dealing with. people picked right up where they left off and carried on, most of them none the wiser as to how close they'd come to oblivion.
not so in Heaven.
Castiel - newly reinstated as a fully-fledged Angel of the Lord, grace intact - returns to a Heavenly Host divided among itself. without a roadmap to follow, without any sign from their Father as to what they were supposed to do next, it seems most of his siblings feel... adrift. lost.
Castiel would be lying if he said that he wasn't one of them, for that matter, but at least he's had a little practice at existing in that state of being. disconcertingly, it seems that some of his siblings have caught on to that as well, and now they're looking to him (him!) for answers. he can't help but feel a little disturbed by the ones that seem to think that he ought to be their new leader.
not all of them feel that way, of course. there are plenty who feel the opposite. Raphael, as the last remaining archangel, assumes regency of Heaven as a matter of course, and has plenty of supporters. he is disconcertingly quiet on the matter of Earth's continued existence.
and then there are those who are not so quiet on the matter. rogue cells of angels, vanishing from Heaven without a trace. those who Castiel is certain would rather that the Apocalypse had not been derailed.
but of course, before he can investigate that burgeoning problem, a new prophet shows up out of the blue, and the consensus among the Host is that Castiel ought to be the one to watch over him. considering how difficult Miles Edgeworth is turning out to be, Cas is privately certain that some of the angels who weighed in on that decision did so because they thought it some kind of karma; or at the very least, because they found it funny.
he'd like to know when he became Heaven's go-to angel for dealing with difficult humans.
all that changes the moment he feels a piercing, ultra-sonic frequency vibrate through his grace. he knows it for what it is the instant he feels it - a prophet is threatened. danger. and at the same time, a burst of other frequencies with it, angels that he hasn't sensed since they hid themselves from Heaven--
Cas hadn't expected the two issues - the missing dissenting angels, and the prophet - to abruptly unite into one issue, but in hindsight, he wonders if perhaps he should have. after all, prophets of the Lord are a valuable resource.
or at least, he will wonder that, later, when he has time to think. right now, he's sweeping towards Miles Edgeworth's apartment as fast as his wings will carry him, praying that he will not be too late. ]
[ #disastertwins catchall post ]
Jul. 3rd, 2017 05:06 pmlonicera[ hello stranger. welcome to the post where there will be MAYHEM created with both canon and au versions of the Frye twins, because we're geet organised and want to keep all of our fooling around in one place and all that. there will be so many #shenanigans. ]
