Project Papillon [Network]

( There are sounds of chaos as locals of Papillon do their best to flee the Lonely Assassins. Then, suddenly, everything comes to a standstill and it's strangely quiet. When Michael speaks, he sounds very different that people who have met him would be used to. There is an almost tangible power in his words, and something far from human. He is calm, but there is a certain edge of righteous fury to his voice. The first word is a ringing shout. )

ENOUGH!

( There is a pause before he continues, the same unearthly edge to his voice. )

You creatures will trouble these people no longer. They are under My protection and I will not allow them to come to any further harm. I have waited for those who rule this Creation to do away with you, but now I see that they will not. So it falls to me. I am Michael Demiurgos. I am the God of Creation. And I Will it so. Begone from this place and never again return.

( There is a long pause as the angels vanish and then Michael seems to realise his PDA is on. When he speaks now, his voice is completely normal and quiet, as if speaking to himself. )

Oh bugger me...

( OOC: The Weeping Angels are gone now. Michael exerted his Will and made them GTFO. Also anyone killed during the plot is back. And the powers of Papillon got back at him by making his PDA glitch and outing him as God. Funtimes. )

I'm an anomaly? No shit. What's that supposed to mean?

Right then. The Lonely Assassins have even begun to get on my nerves, so I do believe it's time to come up with a plan. I've located my TARDIS and I'm attempting to develop a weapon that will force the angels back into their quantum-locked state, but they are clever little buggers. A fascinating race, really. It's a shame these seem to be bastardized. Their methods are far less elegant than the ones I've encountered before.

( Filtered to Melody Pond )

Well. This is certainly an unexpected annoyance. Kidnapped and dumped into a city of Weeping Angels, of all things, bloody ridiculous- and with only this primitive piece of- [The Rani mutters a few select Gallifreyan curse words under her breath.]