Who: Half the pantheon Raphael, Zadkiel, Uriel, Saint Agatha, Saint Anthony, Saint Patrick, Saint George, Saint Joan of Arc, Lucifer, Michael, NPC demons (if your character is not here, please tell me!) Where: Lebanon, Kansas When: Tuesday What: Getting Michael back
Warnings: Violence, description of rotting bodies
Uriel knew it was ridiculous, but he half-expected the little town to be surrounded by some visible sign of its oddness. A forcefield, perhaps, or a huge banner saying "Here there be humanity." But if that was the case, Michael would never have been lured here in the first place. Far below them, Uriel spied their group of saints standing at what must have been the borders to the town, leaning against a rental car and looking varying degrees of nervous.
The angels were flying in a loose V-formation, carrying most of the weaponry that they would need to retrieve Michael's body from whoever might be guarding it. Raphael was in the lead, and as he angled downwards towards the earth, Zadkiel and Uriel followed suit. They landed and pulled their wings inwards, looking generally normal once more. To the saints, it would be as if the angels had just appeared next to them suddenly.
George had been sitting on the hood of the rental car, playing cards with Anthony. The sudden appearance of three angels carrying trunks full of guns came as a surprise, and he let out a high-pitched yelp before he pulled himself together.
"Warn us before you do that!"
The next few moments were a blur of activity, with some of the saints pulling out guns and others unpacking shovels and tarp. George's hands were steady as he loaded up a shotgun and slung his sword over his back. This was going to work. They were going to save Michael.
"Okay," he said, clearing his throat a little. "Um, so we were thinking that the field just over the hill might be the best place to start. There are some people lurking around the edges of it, and they don't seem to be farmers, so..." He shrugged.
Uriel nodded and fell into step beside Zadkiel. They would remain at the borders, guarding against any sudden, Lucifer-shaped intrusions into the rescue mission. The rest of the group headed towards town.
Lebanon's boundaries stretched out well past the town proper, and so they were in the middle of a field when they crossed the border and were quite suddenly human once again. George staggered and went down on one knee, the sudden emptiness in his head where the prayers to him usually echoed a distinctly unpleasant sensation. He swallowed a few times before he could get up, feeling weaker than he had.
"Okay," he murmered. "Let's go talk to some demons. The rest of you, stay back in case we die horribly?" With that, he set off over the hill.