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priorcommitment) wrote2010-09-26 12:11 am
priorcommitment) wrote2010-09-26 12:11 am
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have I been a fool? just say, say, say
Everything was going wrong lately.
While Ishiah wasn't one to be melodramatic about the shortcomings in his life, didn't care to embellish them in the way that Robin so often did, there was still no denying the fact that his calm life on the island had recently started to take steps toward unraveling, back to the chaos that had enveloped Manhattan on such a regular basis. First, there had been the mass transportation of the island's citizens to the dinosaur region of the island, no reason or warning. Then there had been the hurricane leaving him, and a number of other people, stranded on the second island for a time— and for someone who often looked as far ahead as he could for weather updates, the lack of sense in that respect had bothered him on an intellectual level. Worse yet was finding that Lucy had required fairly major surgery, might have died had someone not found her out there.
And of course, Zerachiel had disappeared too.
Very rarely did Ishiah care to mope about hardships, but without anything especially productive to channel all the winding stress inside of him in, he found himself growing increasingly angered. Dwelling. That afternoon found him in one of the many untouched regions of jungle close to Bohemia, felling trees with an axe he'd found just because he could.
Maybe he could save them for roasting boar.
While Ishiah wasn't one to be melodramatic about the shortcomings in his life, didn't care to embellish them in the way that Robin so often did, there was still no denying the fact that his calm life on the island had recently started to take steps toward unraveling, back to the chaos that had enveloped Manhattan on such a regular basis. First, there had been the mass transportation of the island's citizens to the dinosaur region of the island, no reason or warning. Then there had been the hurricane leaving him, and a number of other people, stranded on the second island for a time— and for someone who often looked as far ahead as he could for weather updates, the lack of sense in that respect had bothered him on an intellectual level. Worse yet was finding that Lucy had required fairly major surgery, might have died had someone not found her out there.
And of course, Zerachiel had disappeared too.
Very rarely did Ishiah care to mope about hardships, but without anything especially productive to channel all the winding stress inside of him in, he found himself growing increasingly angered. Dwelling. That afternoon found him in one of the many untouched regions of jungle close to Bohemia, felling trees with an axe he'd found just because he could.
Maybe he could save them for roasting boar.
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Sighing, he tries to be more helpful. There's no point in dashing everyone's hopes, not when Ishiah doesn't have any hard fact or message that tells him to shut others' opinions down. "It could be purgatory, although then I wonder why it is that I am here, as I was never made to enter purgatory in the way that humans might. An angel typically does not enter purgatory, unless he has fallen at some point. Which I have not."
It's a plain, practical answer, but for Ishiah, it's the only type that he can give.