"Yes. Same to you." A slender finger wipes pie off his blindfold. Clair Lune

// thanksgiving in heaven was exactly like the thanksgivingclapback tag

// jesus: so metatron what happened to your edge-- metatron: so jesus what happened to yo followers

Metatron does not say things like that. This is slander and LIES. ". . . . . . . . . ."

"Hrm."

"Castiel."

A book, clasped in gold and silver appears before debbie pucci. Inside is various pictures of animals and locations, each one --

-- detailed to the point of being more of a window than a picture. debbie pucci

"Hrm. A young angel, but his innocence is refreshing."

The slightest raise of his brow.

A slight twitch of his brow upwards, the raven haired being looking up from his book. "Well. Still lively."

"I certainly hope nothing escalates. The day is rather nice and I would like to finish my book."

Too many angels.

Lucifer Morningstar The smile breaks her attempt at calming herself. Her eyes are like a storm, grey with bright light burning behind the --

Lucifer Morningstar -- clouds. She pulls, the sword leaving the sheath in a flash of golden light and fire. "You FOUL, SQUIRMING INSECT!"

He slowly closes his book. "Now, now. We aren't going to have a fight, are we? After all, Uriel, we must rise above that."

The flutter of seven wings, the wind stirred up as the blindfolded angel released a soft sigh. How long had he been gone?

"Hrmph. I feel as if I've come at an . . . . interesting time."

He sighs softly, his pen scratching notes into the pages of a golden book.

The sound of a pen, lazily scratching into the notes of a large gold bound book. How long has he been watching?