Tell me to type less words all the time: here! ^_^

Please also if you wish, tell me if your character is inscrutable/hideously powerful/you'd prefer it this way etc. and he is unable to sense anything about them whatsoever with his Angel of Justice (TM) powers.

And also: anything else you want to poke me about involving this character, being the Archangel Uriel.

Yrs,
Urwen.

My robe has gained a pocket, full of cards.

And I have a hat, which says "Intrinsic Anguish of Unknown Extent and Endless Despair, Abyssal Woe of Perennial Contrition Club : President Since 10,000 BCE"

It is a hat with much writing on it, and I do not seem to be able to remove it from my head.

I am confused.

[[ooc: Thank you, Ruxi.

Other clubs qualified for and whose presidents may demand his allegiance: When I Was Your Age Club , Because I'm Worth It Club, The Justice League, Angsters Anonymous, People in Favour of Theocide.]]

An extremely strange curse. But curiously enjoyable.

Have all survived intact?

[[ooc: Utterly bewildered at the idea of having A) A real, if dysfunctional family and B)Alexiel, for a day. You all are made of win and awesome for yesterday.]]

Hey...has anyone seen my mansion?

[[muttering]]

I wake up in a garden, no idea where I am, no memory of how I got here. Well, jeez, at least it must have been a good night....

[[click...]]

[[ooc:For the duration of the Soap Opera curse, Uriel thinks he is a flirtatious playboy millionnaire by the name of Paulie Heartsen. As far as he is concerned, Alexiel is his supermodel girlfriend, Rosiel is his spanish french maid, Lucifer is his scruffy no-good brother, Suzaku is his intelligent brother who went to Harvard, C.C. is his rather distant nouveau riche mother, Vimes is his drunken father who sleeps with the maid, Megumi is his beloved childhood friend, Setsuna and Sara are the nice couple who live with their daughter Lily and sons Kira and Katou two doors down (logic doesn't come into this) etc. etc. I'll make up more as I go along. He will respond appropriately. He the meantime he will be cruising around in his city-provided red ferrari looking for chicks, or at a pinch, his girlfriend.]]

Nay, but I wish that it were: The glistening of pearls, the myriad colours of fish, the gentle waving of the anemones. I have sat in this tree this past day watching it all. Splendour, thy name is sea.

But after this, I greet my garden again with love.

Private to Vimes

Commander Vimes, now that the water has seceded and there is a brief lull, I echo the call I see the Phoenix makes thee: What wilt thou have me do in thy "police"?

[[ooc: Uriel is sitting in a tree watching the water gradually recede, with an air of serene happiness and crystal rose bound in his hair.]]

Nor would I do so. What need have I to know your secrets?

And any who have eaten anything with my name: Speak it to all if you will. There is nothing I would not speak aloud if asked. I am justice. I have no fear of the truth.

I was.

And then I was not.

And now I am again.

I remember sudden pain.

And then I was not.

And now I am again.

[[ooc: Decapitated during curse. Hiding in the garden trying to cope with curse-mortality.]]

There are vibrations in the city's pattern of a kind I do not recognise. The great principle of survival of the strongest, the urge to destroy, to be victorious. It is nothing of Atziluth, or of Sheol, but relentless and unmerciful. Something deep, and ancient and terrible. Something as old as I.

I go out into the city, in case there is ought against which the helpless need defence.

Later Voice Edit [Futilely using power to try and get through to people cursed...]

If ye hear me for but a moment through the curse-fog laid upon your minds by the city, hear this: Do not kill! Lay down thine arms! Do not feed the city with death and destruction!

[[ooc: I believe I owe someone a head? Feel free to collect in some sort of epic fashion while he's out a wandering. Other people may say they locked sword to scythe with him while out if they wish ^_^]]

And at the hour when the sun should rise, the moon shines bright in the sky against the nature of things. The air is full of glittering and a strange joy. A curse, but a harmless one, perchance?

A small clicking creature has just given me a card wishing me a "happy new year".

I am confused.

EDIT: I am no longer confused. I see many of you are going to the festival. I too will go.

The lights in the sky are beautiful.

I would have spoken before now, but alas have spent this last day in corvid form. It was a new thing to see with the eyes of a bird, the colours brighter and the world a larger place, but I could not use the network with beak alone, and thus have had converse with no-one.

To all I know and all I do not yet know: Be of good heart, and strong in the knowledge that all share your afflications, and together, we shall weather them.

To those with whom I am acquainted.

Man of Ice: I pray thy mind is swift recovered from its injury.

Phoenix: how goes thy work in the cthonian ways? Art thou in need of aid?

And Rose: the blight is gone from thee, but thy soul must still be injured, for the pain I felt in the air was deep-seated and sharp as flint. Do not fear, for I see that those who love thee will care for thee, and any harm done passes swiftly and is forgiven. If thou hast need of a friendly ear, thou knowest well where I can be found.

Yesterday was beautiful - I thank ye who came to visit me, and brought light to my day.

But take comfort in the beauty ye have wrought, citizens, for the air is filled with long waves of hatred, old and recent, and beneath my feet I sense a malevolent desire for pain. Something brews, something dark and terrible and immortal and vengeful. There is blight upon the rose fed by a white doll from the well of betrayal, and sharp stones lie along the cthonian roads to cut the feet of the unwary.

Tread carefully, people of the city, heed my warning. There is much afoot. I leave my garden today to protect whom I can.

( Private to Commander Vimes: Warded Angelically. )

[[ooc:Uriel can tell something is up, but has no real idea what it is and therefore can do naaathing to prevent it except wander around aimlessly looking for someone to help. Feel free to run into him while fleeing traps, running screaming into the street when your TV attacks you, etc. Plots for the win! ^_^

Later edit: The thought occurs that while wandering, he will probably be twitching like a madman whilst he attempts to fend off the waves of madness Megumi is throwing out.]]
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And where may I be of aid?

[[ooc: Uriel now spend rest of day helping out at naughty Samurai Terrorist People explosion site with his earthy powarz.]]

The Sons and Daughters of Re and Bastet have gained tongues to speak to me. They have such tales to tell of their world-that-was-and-is-again...

[[ooc: According to "The Cats of Seroster" all cats worship Egyptian deities ^_^. Teeny-weeny flower fairy Uriel is flittering around chatting with the kitties about this, ignoring their cheerful attempts to eat him and occasionally bringing them catnip.]]

I no longer feel the movements in the earth beneath my feet, the power in the skies and the flow of life through all things.

I do not like this curse...I feel as if a wall has fallen between me and the world and enclosed me.

I will endure it. In time, all curses lose their power.

[[ooc: Later edit now I know that Uriel's switch partner has the wings (hello ^_^): As the day wears on without his wings, and therefore without his immune system (as he hasn't switched bodies with Merry and gained her bone marrow/thymus/spleen and other icky but necessary organs), Uriel gets iller and iller as every passing bacteria and virus wanders in without a by your leave, until about midnight he is in the midst of a raging fever. He isn't telling anyone that though, and is keeping himself to himself quietly in the garden in the hope that it passes. He will spend the rest of tomorrow recovering once his immune system is back.]]

Citizens, your voices envelop me in the sweetness of unheard passion. Look not upon yesterday as an imposition, but as an (enforced, alas) request to fill your city with music. And if you cannot, be of light heart, take comfort that your words are your own again. I thank ye nonetheless, for it has been long since I have sung thus, in chorus, and accompanied by a dear friend.

The snowy garden is beautiful. As I walk it I feel the life in the earth beneath me waiting to spring free. I saw it only in the heat of summer before, dripping with nectar and moving in cool breezes. It is different now, a soft white wilderness of multifaceted crystals. How much there is in a simple state change of water to change the shape of the world so.

EDIT: Eurydice returns. How rare that any prayer of mine should be answered with such swiftness.

I am returned, wearied of Sheol where the doomed souls wander, thoughtless and lost. And in the depths of Hades, the dearth of light that has no ending, amidst the cries of despair, I remembered me the lights of the nighted city, where I found peace and kindness amongst that precious mad world, that glittered and ticked like an irridescent beetle.

And I missed ye, all. Your fragility and your life. Flames alight in the cold darkness of unreason, the light of hope in a gilded cage. And it came to me, that set no more am I by El to guard the dead of Assiah, and thus am free, to go where I will. So I sought the life-beat of this place. Many a night I spent among the clouds, hearkening for the great clock that winds down into infinity out in the vastness of the universe, till a fix upon ye I found and thus found my way to ye.

When the Ellenikos of the barren rocks of Sparta and Athens first ventured east to Babylon and the Kings of that place showed them their great hanging gardens, they asked "What is this" and the kings answered Paradis.

A garden to dwell in forever, is like them, all I ask for my paradise.

But I see that it is more beautiful than ever. I sing praises unto thee, o Gods of this world. The earth is in pain and shudders. I cannot soothe it, my power is not sufficient here. I pray, do not harm the soil too much by this.

The Son of Lilith is recovered, and we are four again. I will wait for thee by the bright nexus wheel, my brothers and sister.

The sun shines brighter upon me this day.

When it ceases snowing...

The week ends this night. I have been missing for some time. I am repentant. There was an unfortunate incident that I could not prevent. Since I have been a most unhelpful servant, I will waive my demand that something good be done for all the city by you. I have not deserved it, nor earned it, for I have been lax and full of burning fury and obeyed few of your commands.

This week has been eventful, and also painful. Most Beloved of El, I will not let you sell me again. It causes ill things to happen. Upon the morrow I will return to the garden and care for the one I have harmed. I will not live with the Sons of Adam again.

Michael, I am glad you have returned, brother, even if you have not returned with Gabriel. If you come to see me, you may throw water at me with your friends. I will stand very still for you.

Belial, I am not glad that you have come here. Seek to corrupt those I care for and you will face my wrath, o Butterfly.

Rose Megumi, Healer and Yumiko, the Daughter of Eve. You have been kind to me through my troubles, and I am grateful. Yuffie, you have cared for the garden well, (we will not speak of last night's curse) and I am grateful. I am glad to have such friends in this place.

Alexiel, as ever, you are a light in the darkness, and a treasure that El was foolish not to realise he possessed. May you shine forever.

I have suffered, but I am at peace. Ateh malkuth, ve-gevurah ve-gedulah, le olam, Amen.