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Gabriel looked around the church for a pen and paper. He found a pencil stored away with some hymn books and brought the hymn book with it, writing on the blank back pages. He wrinkled his nose a little, trying to concentrate on how to translate it into rough English, and to try and stop himself form automatically writing in angel glyphs. “Ok...basically you’re invoking God and the angel’s intervention, drawing power from the living beings in your immediate nature, and the vestigial traces of original creation left in inanimate objects. You’re also asking for the portal to be closed, and concentrating the said power into a pulse of gravity...sort of like a reverse black hole in nature - pushing rather than pulling. Finally you give thanks and ask for the subtle shift in energies that will prevent the portal reopening. You do all of this in stages and stand in the middle of the symbols the lovely Natasha will draw for you.” He chewed his lip and finished writing out the words and handed it to her. For all the information packed in it, it was surprisingly brief. “For each stage, visualise it. It’ll help cement the language since you’ll not be saying it right - like you’ve got a really bad accent.soo....I dunno....when you invoke god picture clouds or something you assosiate wit Him, when you ask for energy visualise plants giving you sparkly dust or something, and when you want the portal to close imagine a door being closed and locked or something.”
Natasha looked over at Lilith in sympathy. “It all sounds very complicated.”
Gabriel flashed her a smile. “you’re the one who has to write the glyphs on the ground. You’re job’s not easy either.” He turned back to Lilith. “I’ve marked the basic notes you have to be hitting while you say it. No particular tune, it’s a bit like whalesong. No doubt you’ll feel like an idiot while you say it, but there you go.”
He handed her the paper. Gabriel’s handwriting was disturbingly artistic and neat - more liek a computer had written it than a person. Part of it read:
Quote: {high note - like a whale’s joy at the sun} Soyon t’qu’empa huacantil’ serithiy’n’t’ulat quien Quieirrei pcheyentyette teoih’lt’chien Kirotya nebe Kirotya wendi’cquo Serra san Serra jiijane{lower- mid note rising to high - like a pining swan rising to the note of a purple galaxy} Nietyal xaolth qu’empa Iiertyahyl, K’qitya, j’ulat Jahova... Natasha looked over Lilith’s shoulder. It went on for the rest of the page and stopped in what Gabriel had dubbed as a ‘{residual hum -like the heartbeat of a foetus mouse, comforted by its mother, and the peace of a sun in space}’. She raised her eyebrows. “Good luck with that.” [haha. I had the feeling that Gabriel has barley any idea how to translate things into realistically grounded human perception. He thinks his similies are perfectly logical, sicne that’s what it sounds like to him. ]
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Posted: Mon Dec 01, 2008 3:18 pm
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Adam felt it too and followed Dougal, scooping him up to fly again.
-- Back in Hell Beelio felt himself tingle with new strength and inwardly grinned. He dipped his head to sweep out of the palace when he felt a hand enclose around his arm. “L-lord?” He asked, surprised and irritated. Satan held onto him, a thin smile across his lips. “Now why are you rushing off, what if I need you?” “With the greatest respect, Lord Satan, you haven’t’ exactly required me. You were bored as I spoke about the plans for our next move today..” “was I indeed? And just why should you presume you know every one fo my emotions? How can you claim to perceive my state of mind, hm?” Beelio inwardly growled, keeping a lid on his anger, but his stomach-mouth gnashed in agitation. Satan was toying with him, just for his own amusement. He didn’t have time for such foolishness. “We both know that you do not require me for any valid reason.” He snapped. Satan raised his eyebrows at him and licked a forked tongue over his lips. “You must watch that tongue of yours, Beelio. And remember your place. Don’t think that I don’t know what you’re thinking about, in the dark of the night. All your airs and graces. Your pathetic little fantasies about what your tendrils would feel like when resting on my throne.” He twisted on Beelio’s arm and the demon snarled, both in pain and fear. Damn it, Satan suspected that he wanted to usurp him - that was a death sentence. Pure and simple. Satan looked at him for a long time, enjoying how Beelio’s pride began to crumble, wondering if the demon would beg for his life. He was pleased when Beelio didn’t crumble so far. As fun as it would be hearing him whimper, he was pleased Beeli retained some dignity. It was for that reason, that he let Beelio’s arm go. “Go then. Bring your little whore down here and we’ll have fun.” Beelio studied him, searching every syllable for a trap. He couldn’t find any. “Y-Y” He pause,d collected himself, then answered smoothly. “Yes my Lord. Thankyou, my lord.” He studied Satan’s face for permission to leave and Satan tilted his chin up. Beelio nodded and turned, leaving the palace. “Beelio!” Satan called after him. He stood, his long snakeish body stretched out across the throne room, his powerful arms folded. “Do not make any mistake. I have as many eyes and ears as you - more so. Hiding in places you could never dream of. I watch and I listen. You, are treading a very thin line.” He then turned iwth a swish fo his wings, and the palace doors slammed behind Beelio.
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