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endgamerp2015-11-01 10:50 pm
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Neutral Ground | Open
Neutral Ground | Open
The Apocalypse had not been kind to the highways in the middle ground. They were broken, blocked. Tollbooths gutted, TxTag sensors and other equipment long since looted for technological salvage. There was little left of overpasses but concrete columns. It was a massive breakdown of modern infrastructure, but there was one single, redeeming aspect to it.
It was a return to the kind of roadways that Raphael remembered best. Footpaths. Roads like in the days when humans walked or at the most rode animals. Raphael had always looked at interstates and airways at something of a loss.
Never drive faster than your guardian angel can fly, humans had said amongst themselves, before the End began.
Raphael's own speed wasn't the question, of course, but there was little room or opportunity for guidance beyond preservation from simple, minimal physical catastrophe when humans accelerated at those speeds, that intently focused on their destination. Guidance was easier when Raphael could walk with the human in question, a traveling companion, not a highway patrolman. Guidance was easier when there was time in the journey for reflection. Time for consideration.
The souls pulled to these in-between places would need both to escape Lucifer's grasp.
Raphael was there to ensure their safe passage while they explored these, and the roads as well.
The Apocalypse had not been kind to the highways in the middle ground. They were broken, blocked. Tollbooths gutted, TxTag sensors and other equipment long since looted for technological salvage. There was little left of overpasses but concrete columns. It was a massive breakdown of modern infrastructure, but there was one single, redeeming aspect to it.
It was a return to the kind of roadways that Raphael remembered best. Footpaths. Roads like in the days when humans walked or at the most rode animals. Raphael had always looked at interstates and airways at something of a loss.
Never drive faster than your guardian angel can fly, humans had said amongst themselves, before the End began.
Raphael's own speed wasn't the question, of course, but there was little room or opportunity for guidance beyond preservation from simple, minimal physical catastrophe when humans accelerated at those speeds, that intently focused on their destination. Guidance was easier when Raphael could walk with the human in question, a traveling companion, not a highway patrolman. Guidance was easier when there was time in the journey for reflection. Time for consideration.
The souls pulled to these in-between places would need both to escape Lucifer's grasp.
Raphael was there to ensure their safe passage while they explored these, and the roads as well.
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"I mean, I know I'm just a kid 'n all, but when I say no, I mean no. 'Specially when it comes to all of this." He flicked a hand out, indicating the area around him before, finally, turning his blue-eyed gaze to the angel. He knew Raphael wasn't the one who had brought him here. He wasn't sure which angel had done it - Lucifer or Michael - and, frankly, he didn't care. What he did know, what Adam knew with absolute certainty, was that he wasn't going to join either side of this little squabble and no one, and nothing, was changing his mind.
"So," he continued, puffing out his cheeks a bit before letting the air out in one slow, long exhale. "What am I s'posed t'do now? Cos no 'fense but if I wanted t'live in a messed up world, I'd've just said yes back home and called it a day."