>> “It’s rare for my older brothers not to get their way.”

Of course though, they were not the only ones the Winchesters and friends had stopped…

>> was complete. If only they weren’t taking the rest of creation with them.

There was a hum of acknowledgement once more with a mention of the radio silence from his higher ups. After all, it wasn't that a familiar tune... Aaaand there it was.

A smirk tugged her lips. >>

>>more the saint, well she wasn’t about to correct that opinion. After all, being underestimated often led to her advantage in the end.

His silence was noted. They could agree that humanity was nothing more than a pest, and in truth she would not mourn their loss once their self annihilation >>

There was a shrug at his dismissal. Raphael was the healer but like her fallen brother struggled with her own cardinal sin. Wrath. One, that on occasion, had been indulged by the edicts of Heaven. After all, who else could drown the world and call it a cure. But if he’d rather think of her as >>

>> the…pests who are poisoning it.”

She frowned, there was an anger that simmered under the words.

After a pause though it seemed to fade, or at least be contained. "What of you. What occupies your days?"

>> something less, dull.”

She chuckled more to herself than anything.

“Though that’s just a hobby. Work is…” she shrugged as a weariness that matched the dull storm settled about her. “As it has always been, though I’m healing less for my siblings and more for this world and >>

There was a huff of a laugh at the word pests. It was accurate, she’d give him that.

Though her brow rose once more at the mention of dull weather that shifted into more of a smirk as he asked what her work entailed.

“Well if the weather isn’t to your liking I’m sure I could be persuaded into >>

>> freeing to work from here."

When heaven doesn't feel like home, the next best thing is the world made in its likeness...

"I assume you're here far more regularly, though."

For the most part, though she finds herself no more worried of ill intent than she would be of her fallen brothers.

She hums an uncommitted acknowledgment of the mortal perspective. She's still less than impressed with humanity, after all.

"More than I used to. It's... >>

It's not unusual at all for the archangel, but it's usually family. So it does bring a rise to one brow, as Raphael greets the emissary with a nod.

"I suppose that can be true, especially from a more 'mortal' perspective."

She let her gaze shift back to the lazy roll of the storm.

>>

"But I do not wish to sour this visit with talk of all that. It is good to see you as well. Tell me, what have you been busy with?"

>> in what our brightest brother has often said." There was a soft sigh and a shrug as regret coloured her demeanor. "Besides, it's not as if Father has any right to speak to any sort of work ethic, not when he disappears most of the time."

She waved her free hand to discard the topic. >>

"Ah."

She watched him as he poured the glasses before accepting her own and breathing in the aroma of the whiskey before taking a small sip to taste it.

"A healers work is never done, but..." a frown passed over her features, and she took another sip of her drink. "I suppose I've found value >>

Raphael grins, finishing the cup of coffee as she motions for him to sit.

"Surely you didn't expect your clientele to keep me away?"

She leans forward, gestering to the bar as a whole, a mischievous glint to her eyes.

"Or did you think I'd object to the decor, brother?"

// I dont anymore, sorry. I understand the struggle, and if you are dropping this platform I get it, but I'm not stressing over how long replies take you if you stay even sporadically <3 do what's best for you though