But little Mouse, you are not alone,

[magnetic_magpie]

Who: magnetic_magpie southernreaper servingfather thelightbringer employeeofthemonthforever - perhaps others in the final threads
When: From 0030 on 5/11/2012 until the next day. Main part between 0030 and 0300.
Where: Sector 2, a SERO building and then a near by rooftop. Later threads may take place in the Casa del Arachangels or one of their safehouses.
Summary: Magneto plans a recon mission that goes very badly.
Warnings: Violence. Lots and lots of violence.


In proving foresight may be vain:
The best laid schemes of mice and men
Go often awry,
And leave us nothing but grief and pain,
For promised joy!

Comments

[employeeofthemonthforever]

Zachariah would have smiled, pointed out the difference between depending on and using what favors you can get, would have laughed a lot at the thought of angels giving a damn about the police.

Instead he just nods, and whisks Kevin from the chair to neatly turned-down bed in the next room. "You're quite welcome," he answers, "But you don't really need to thank me." He's only doing his job, after all. Whatever it happens to be at the moment. "Are you going to be able to fall asleep after all that, or should I send you off?" He makes a vague gesture, wiggling his fingers slightly to denote flagrant use of angelic powers. If Kevin is exhausted Zachariah may as well let him fall asleep naturally, but if his mind would torment him with fragments of the evening, they may as well skip that part.

[southernreaper]

Kevin shook his head. He'd sleep. "No, thank ya again. I c'n fall asleep." His body's been through enough he can fall asleep tonight. "If'n ya get some supplies I'll make pancakes, when I get up."

Because that's how he repaid his debts: with food.

[employeeofthemonthforever]

"I'll see to it," he agrees, because even though he's generally indifferent to food, if it matters enough to Kevin to request, then it counts as part of taking care of him.

"Sweet dreams," he adds, turning off the light with a flick of his fingers and walking out of the room. There's more to the words than just rote well-wishing: Zachariel, once, as the angel of dreams. And if necessary he will watch over Kevin there, too. The boy has nightmares ahead of him, no doubt, but he will not have to face them tonight.