Who: Angels, Virtues, Saints, and every good Christian in-between What: A long overdue gathering. When: August 12th, afternoon Where: Back room at Mae Mae Cafe. (We're just gonna say there is one. =\) Warnings: None. As in, doubtful there will be any.
Raguel got there early. Though he usually made it a point to be punctual, the Archangel figured it wouldn't hurt to arrive early and set everything in order. It had been centuries, after all, since they had last all gathered together. The back room of Mae Mae Cafe was spacious and entirely blocked off from the rest of the building, providing them with enough privacy to discuss Heavenly matters freely without fear of reproach. Dark mahogany wood framed the walls, with a large table of the same color set in the center of the room. The centerpiece was an array of lilacs, but was a bit unneccesary for this particular meeting, so Raguel moved the heavy vase from the middle table to a side dresser. The cafe was of course open up front, but other than that, the meeting room was relatively sparse. It held a simplistic, homey feel to it that was only magnified by the presence of an angel.
Satisfied with the room, Raguel took a seat at the side of the table. He shrugged out of his jacket, settling it along the back of his chair, then leaned forward until his elbows rested lightly against the polished wood. A pitcher of water set off just to the side of where the centerpiece had been, glasses arranged beside it, set up by the cafe staff themselves. The angel eyed it for a long moment, staring at the glass, the way the light filtered through it and distorted, how the shimmer of water seemed to emulate the flow of holiness that filtered through the room.
He was excited. Those words couldn't seem to express his sheer elation at the idea of meeting his brethren once again, but they were fitting enough. This whole fiasco with the Sins had served at least one purpose - to bring them all together.