IC contact: Sirenspull

[paterelohim]

Uh, hi! This is Ca- I mean Chuck Shurley, just- Chuck, sorry. [Indistinct fumbling noises] Leave a message after the beep and I'll get back to you as soon as I can. Thanks?

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[paterelohim]

[Unfortunately, the Grand Poobah still acts on a strictly mysterious-ways basis, as hard to break in these elder times as a smoking habit or nail-biting. The ears they fall on can hear her, yes, but they ring long in His mind before He can even rouse enough to get a glass of water and clear his head.

It's not to say that His head needs clearing, though it does. It's that He doesn't see the need to clear it: not when conflicted emotions and ever-shifting intentions come up sharp against hard-set habits. When the shifting colors line up just so and He plucks out a single moment of fragile clarity that seems all too righteous, He knows it will pass and what He's certain of in this second will make no sense in the next.

So many cries have fallen on these ears that it's as a senseless din forming the constant soundtrack to His life. Some stand out: this one reached Him, though He wishes sullenly it hadn't. What does she know? Why would I hear this prayer above all the others, when she isn't even close to the first person to whine about their problems? (In the house with your children, Adonai, whom you abandoned to these self-same agonies.) The mutants have it all wrong, they don't understand, why can't they just get it and finally put an end to it and stop blaming their Father for everything-

-but that's not the mutants, is it. He tells Himself quietly not to put his fist through the mirror like he wants to. Tells himself she hurts as they do.

And she blames Him as they do, without reason. He isn't her God. He owes her nothing. To one who can barely summon the heart to answer His own children in their blackest hours, who needed an interdimensional intervention to say one word to His own son, the anger strikes sharply against a soft place under His wing.

She sounds like Lucifer.

His heart hardens, and He says nothing.]