Angels Unawares: The Seraphim Immortal Dynasty (Graveyard Please!)

[Deme]

Index of Chapters
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20

Intermission #1

Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Chapter 43
Chapter 44, Part 1 | Part 2

Chapter 45
Chapter 46
Chapter 47
Chapter 48
Chapter 49
Chapter 50
Chapter 51
Chapter 52
Chapter 53
Chapter 54
Chapter 55
Chapter 56
Chapter 57

Intermission #2

Chapter 58
Chapter 59
Chapter 60
Chapter 61
Chapter 62
Chapter 63
Chapter 64
Chapter 65

Prologue: Leaving Limbo
In a place beyond reality, which is neither here nor there, two beings lounge. Against the whiteness of the great void of limbo, they’ve somehow managed to find or make a place where the two of them can sit and calmly discuss their fates. The two of them were once angels of the silver city of the heavens, beings divine and immortal and goodness itself. But that was before the war that split the heavens. They were not the ones who rebelled against the order of the angels. They were not the winners of the war, part of the established system. When the war came, this pair wavered between sides.

And so they were sent to the no-place, limbo, for their weakness and indecision. It is neither pleasant nor unpleasant, and as time does not quite exist in limbo, it is hard to say if they have been here for a minute or a million years. But, they have consoled themselves, they at least have one-another. The two look very much alike, more so than other angels look like one-another. But there are differences. Being angels, they don’t have genders in the human sense. Still, one of them, standing before the other now and full of energy, is taller and broader, and can be reffered to as a ‘he’; the one sitting comfortably in the seat is willowy and delicate-featured, and can be called a ‘she.’ By name, he is Uriel and she is Ariel.
   And right now, Uriel is saying something, waving a hand at a piece of parchment in Ariel’s hands.

   “No, seriously! They’ll actually let us back in! I’ve got it on good word!”
   “If we do all of that, they’ll let us back into the heavens?...Why?” Ariel  stopped looking at the paper and watched him. The paper explained a long and complicated ceremony, rigid in its rules.

   “…I have no idea. Maybe they like the idea of the sacrifice and the faith there: I mean, becoming mortal, doing your best to be the utmost of a human being, and guiding 7 generations of descendants through the same, to do all that? That sounds like the sort of heroism they’re nuts for.”
   “…But to become mortal, to become human… That’s…”
   “Hey! No guts, no glory, right, babydoll?”
   “…But we’d have to do this alone.”

   At this, Uriel freezes. Ariel watches him with a little sad smile, as if she expected this surprise. He begins to pace.
   “Alone.”

   “I’m almost certain it’s so, since it starts with one and only one.” She explains, looking at the rules and reading them again, her luminous eyes darting quickly across the page. Uriel frets.
   
“...Do you want to go home?” He asks at last.

   “To see the flowers of the heavens again…” She murmurs beatifically. In her mind’s eye, she pictures the gardens that she once loved so much. Nothing grows in limbo; she tried for a very long time to bring some growth, but limbo’s space has no fertility in it. She opens her eyes and sees Uriel’s face very close to her own.

   “T-then you go. And I’ll do everything in my power to help you, sweetie.”
   “You mean that, Uriel?”
   “Of course! Leave everything to me! I’ll make all the arrangements… And I promise I’ll find a way to go with you.”

   She nods and takes his hands. She does not like the idea of growing old, or involving other people in her own quest. But to bring into the world new angels, to return herself to her own beautiful city, to the garden she once tended, of flowers so lovely they defied human description.
   But she would have to find words now – now that she’d be human.
… Well, she whispers in her heart, at least it will be a break from limbo.

((Author's Note: Hiii! Welcome to my first serious attempt at a dynasty. I've run a bit of a test, scouting out some of the town and some options and possible problems for my founder, but that’s about the limit of my work. That said… I’m not sure exactly when the first real chapter will be ready, but I’ll do my best to see Ariel in-action and in-town soon enough.
A note to the easily offended: while the forum does not have rules pertaining to religious content, I’m still not intending for this to be a religiously-inspired story. These are fantasy-style angels with the influences implied, as opposed to directly religious angels of any faith. It’s much more fun, being able to decide the exact nature of everything.  Anyway, tune in next time for Ariel actually narrating, and some sim-earth action.))

[MissMaths]

Wow, nice idea and writing, you've got me hooked! I'll be reading this one for sure. Keep up the good work!

[Deme]

Thank you very much! Since I probably won't be able to get to the computer that runs the sims 3 well enough for a dynasty (and has Ariel already saved on it, since I've been planning this for weeks) until probably later today, I've been, in the meanwhile, trying to design the house.

Good news: I've managed to design a not totally boxy 2 (could be expanded to 3) story house with some fun elements and enough room for pools and gardens and maybe some outdoor areas for the graves of helpers, spares, and spouses. Still not sure where the museum is going, probably a basement or something, or maybe the third floor if I add one.

Bad news: Dang is it expensive. The total unfurnished value of the lot was something like 83k, with a floor I didn't like and no internal doors. So getting that done all at once isn't looking likely. Well, it'll get done eventually.

...Yeah, this is mainly just me wishing I had more actual content to put up.

[Deme]

Chapter 1: Moving In

I look over the body I'll be using for my stay on this Sim-Earth. It's... I don't really know. I looked at it too long, I think, and could no longer tell how it added up. Uriel designed it mostly. In retrospect, this may have been a terrible idea... But I don't think he did a bad job.


"What," I ask the person who's helping me get myself together, "Is...umm...?"
I indicate the marking on my back. It looks very much like the wings I had as an angel.
"It's a tattoo. For you and your immortal descendants, to mark that they too have the blood and will of angels."
"Oh, I see. Thank you..."
Well, I suppose whatever works.


I try and select clothing that shows it off. I suppose the sight of the wings comforts me a little. I've chosen to bring with me a feather of my own, placed in a little box... Why? Well, please forgive my skepticism, but I suspect that sims/humans (the word's been updated! How exciting, that words change!) won't believe me. So it's proof... And a reminder. Of all I hope to gain.

Oh, I'm so sorry, dear reader! Allow me to formally introduce myself... From this moment on, I am Ariel Seraphim. My favorite food is autumn salad, my favorite music is classical, and my favorite color is white (but blue is a close second). Like all true angels, I suppose I must be Good, even if I don't feel that way sometimes... While I'm less outgoing than my dear Uriel, I still do my best to be Friendly. I'm quite the Bookworm, and I like to think I have a bit of a Green Thumb -- my dominion as an angel is over blooming things, and I intend to pursue that as a human, until I have the Perfect Garden... Oh, but I Love the Outdoors as a whole, not just plants... This self-description thing is rather hard. Anyway, dear reader, I hope you'll take some small enjoyment out of my accounts...

My body examined and clothed, I headed off to a small town called Riverview.


My initial home was...ummm...rather... Well, it was large. And...had a lovely view of trees...and...umm... Well, it was certainly... Ummm... Inside my own head, I fumble at the words.

"It's a fixer-upper, that's all. And by that I mean a vacant lot.”
I jump at hearing Uriel’s voice. I look around and realize he’s nowhere to be found, and I’m a little relieved...After all, he’d be just the sort to ruin this lovely plan by breaking the rules if he felt like it.
”Ha, got you good, sugarplum! No, I decided I’d watch over you, all ethereal-like. Give you a little hand. Consider me your guardian angel!”
I resist a quip about guardians usually being in better standing. Instead, I turn to more pressing matters.
“Thank you very much for the help, Uriel... But... Why these little marks on this -- err, my -- face?”
I can hear his spirit sort of rustling about awkwardly. Have I at last emberassed Uriel to speechlessness? If so, this will be a once-in-an-immortal-lifetime miracle! (oh, I do hope he doesn’t read this...)
"Well, mortals sometimes like...umm...to refer to them as... angel kisses. So they're a little something from me to you."
I smile a little, and bring a hand to my face. It’s a lovely gesture, if a little silly.
”A-anyway, I’ve been doing some scouting, and I’ve got some people I want you to meet, before you do anything else. If we can get some of them on-board, you’ll have an easier time.”
He directs me to a house on the other side of town.


And there I meet a man, Billy Caspian. He lives alone, so I think he’s who Uriel wanted me to meet. While I am not a very good judge of these matters, I think he’s a better-looking sim than he lets on. I see a painting half-done in the corner, and realize why I’m here. I need someone to paint my paintings...

Well, I suppose I could at least try talking to him.

And I learn a lot. He’s lived alone for a long time -- and I can see from the way he says that he expects to live alone forever.
”You’re actually the first person in town I’ve really talked to -- what’s up with you, just knocking on my door?”
 He’s a little harsh at times...But then everything’s smoothed over as if it didn’t happen. He’s perplexing.
Perhaps that’s why we talk for hours on hours. Indeed, for all his little starts, we become fast friends.

And I offer him a few small compliments, and a warm hug -- he just looks like he needs a hug, you know? I think people get a little scared off. And I think, perhaps, he took it...
Well...He took it sort of like this:

The next thing I know is his lips on mine. He pulls me close -- his lips are alarming in their softness. Everything about the moment -- the sudden warmth of his hands; the way this alien body, suddenly resisting my surprise, melts into his; the way this moment is amazing; the way this moment is terrifying; the way his skin smells faintly of bitter paint and turpentine, and a slightly musky aftershave -- is alarming.  He holds me and kisses me again -- or is it me holding him? Well, all the same, he kisses me again.
”W-what I meant to say was that I really like you.”
I have no idea what just happened.
“...I...I have to go.”
I think he looks a little sad to see me leave.
I am driven to the grocery store, my stomach empty and my head spinning. I have never been spoken to that way, in all my existence. I have never been touched in such a way.
And I am giddy and wild with it, I can feel his craftsman’s scent on my skin. I buy the supplies I need -- a small snack for myself, and things to plant -- and I am imagining the way he looked at me, a little goofy and tender all at once. I eat the tomato I bought to myself and I remember the moisture of the kiss. I finish and remember his favorite food is burgers, and he said as much.

“...I should call him up and apologize,” I say to no one.
”Do what you want. I just think you’d do well to have him around...But I won’t make you do anything you don’t want. It’s just ideas.”
I do not say anything. After all, what I want...Is to see him again.

He agrees to meet me at the park near the supermarket.
“...I’m sorry, for running off like that.”
”I’m surprised you called. I expected you to just run off...I -- I’m not exactly good at [censored] -- oh, [let’s keep it clean, huh, Billy? -ed] -- I mean... I guess I was worried I was moving too fast for a nice girl like you.”
“Well, perhaps a little, but... About that kiss...”

“I very much liked it.”
He looks a little stunned.
We settle down and talk awhile, watching the stars. I’ve never seen them from this side before.

They’re beautiful. This world is so much more beautiful than I could have expected...And... Because I’ve met a nice, if somewhat strange, person like Billy...

I think I can do this.
And I also think...That if I must rope someone into this, to by my husband and the father of my child... That is must be this man. It can be nobody else.
Perhaps I knew that the moment he kissed me.
“Billy...I know perhaps I’m the one that’s moving too fast...”
I was given two rings to give: that I’d need, or at least want, to be wed for this purpose is understood. I get down and take out the box.

“But I need you, Billy. I want to be with you for as long as I can.”
”...Seriously? Yes! Yes, I’ll marry you!”
And, in a whirlwind of the moment, we are wed on the spot, in that quiet park, long after the sun has set.



”...Since I’m moving in, where exactly is the house?”
Oh. Oh, yes. The...um... ‘house.’ Oh, my. I really have a lot to explain...
I try imagining how this could go:
‘Yes, I am totally moving you onto a vacant lot, forcing you to abandon all your nice things I saw earlier!’
‘I sort of don’t have a house. It’s kind of a field.’
‘I hope you like camping?”
I give him the address. He nods, thoughtfully.
”Be there right behind you!”
He drives off, saying that this has inspired him to join a job he’s had his eye on, and he wants to surprise me when we get home. Home. Oh, my...It’s still an empty lot, isn’t it?

And I...come home...to this.


Billy (now Seraphim, not Caspian) gets out of a taxi a few minutes behind me.
“W...what just happened?”
”To be honest...I have no idea. I mean, I know I decided to be an architect because they get great discounts, since I know there’s nothing here...but...I was sort of expecting those plans I made to, you know, get submitted...umm...Over time. Like normal buildings. ”
And not like they were made by magical construction fairies.
 (*note, as an angel, I can neither confirm nor deny the existence of construction fairies. Some things I just can’t disclose, even to my viewers)
”Aaaah! That one’s on me. A little angelic power --”
I’m a little too floored to point out how *very* little power either of us have had since...back then...
Or, come to that, to explain to my new husband exactly who this aggressively cheerful voice is.
”Goes a long way. I added the basement and flowers myself. Heavens, but do sim building regulations about stairs stink. And the second floor’s just a shell, since we’ll run out of budget otherwise.”
I had forgotten...It’s been so long since I’ve really looked at flowers...
“Thank you.” My voice sounds dry.
”And who the [geeze, Billy! Do you kiss your mother with this mouth? - ed] are you?”
“Oh!” I blink the tears out of my eyes and focus. “This is Uriel.”
”Think of me as her very own guardian angel. Welcome aboard, man!”
”...This is some messed-up stuff, isn’t it?”

...

I take Billy inside and explain everything. My quest for immortality, and through that, divinity. My need for offspring. His part in that plan... All of that part, up to and including his death.
“I’m sorry...If you don’t want to be involved in all of this,” I explain sadly.
At first I think he’s furious.
”Forget that! Forget alla that!”
He shouts. Then he takes off his hat, runs a hand through his hair (his hair, by the way, is absolutely gorgeous), and shrugs.
”...That...didn’t come out right. What I mean is... Don’t go thinking I care about that sort of thing. I never asked to live forever -- I’m an artist. I’ll live forever anyway... And I never even thought I’d live with someone I loved. You don’t need to tell me you’re an angel -- I thought that the moment you knocked on my door.”
He places a hand on my shoulder.
”But when we have a kid, you have to ask them if they want it. And their kid. All 7 of them, right down the line. And if one says no, it stops... I want this to work. I want you to get whatever you need... But I can’t go making people who don’t want to live forever live forever. Not even for you.”
“Of course...Of course I’ll do that.”
I can almost hear Uriel say something, but then his spirit moves away, busying itself with the laundry.
It’s late -- too late for anything else. Billy and I head to bed...

And as I lay there, my arms wrapped around his body, the scent of his hair reaching me...
I keep repeating to myself, as the night goes on, one thing:

I cannot fall in love with this man. I cannot. I cannot. I cannot.

Otherwise, I’ll have had a heart for only one day, just to know how it’ll break.

((Added her requirements to the first post, and a link to this. Or I will. When this is posted. Also, big thanks to Orange Iguana's Frohman dynasty, for showing me the power of the architect profession.))

[Gogowars329]

I really love your founder! Interesting choice of Billy! The house looks beautiful! Great Update!

[samoht04]

Love this!  Your Founder is really pretty as well!

[Ricalynn]

Your founder is gorgeous!  I love your house, too!   Good luck!

[TallStar]

This story is amazing and your founder is beautiful ~bookmarked~.

[Deme]

Thank you guys for the very nice feedback! I really do try to make my writing nice, even for a 'just for fun' project like this one, so I'm happy to hear it's going over well. I'm not entirely sure I'm not breaking the rules a little bit with the fun-with-censorship bits with Billy... In my head, it's just sort of the 'voice' I've given him, though it'll probably phase out when I can get him a midlife crisis and alter him a bit. Anyway, if those need to be edited out, I'll edit them out.

Re: Ariel's design: Really thank you. I was trying to get her right for ages -- the 'I looked for so long I stopped being able to judge' thing she experiences in chapter 1 is totally my experience there. I spent so long editing her face and figure that it all stopped having meaning and I felt like I was going insane.

Re: The house: I'm always a little frustrated with my house design, but I think that this one turned out pretty alright. I think it'll be able to support 8 sims with just the two floors, but we'll see. I've only got rough ideas of what to do with the yard at present, besides the usually very-disorganized garden.

Re: Billy: He's actually a really good -- the best, in my very humble opinion -- choice for Riverview spouse for a female founder. He starts out with artistic and 4 points in painting, he's rich so that's 20k right there, and he's got that really nice 105k car that basically supplied the funds for the house. Also, I love his hair, and would be happy to pass it on... and he's good-looking in non-hair related areas. I really have no complaints about the guy once you've got him under your thumb. All you really have to do is make sure you own that first conversation, and stop him before he does something stupid (my success rate with that in this file was...not my best). So it's tricky, but I think it's very worth it.

Anyway, I've got a couple of very decompressed chapters (in short, 2-3 in-game days) prepped for writing, so we'll see how I can manage other stuff and get these up.

[Deme]

Chapter 2: Thiiis close to a title drop

The morning after my first night, I began my craft -- I began planting all of the fruits I had gotten the day before.
And yes, tomatoes are fruits. I'm a gardener, and I should know. It grows from the hip of a flower, does not have a hard shell, and is intended for eating to allow the transport of seeds.
Tomatoes. are. fruits. Capiche?



Anyway, while I was getting re-used to gardening, and really getting used to doing so without any sort of magic. It's rather soothing...
Oh, but anyway, I heard this coming from the bedroom...
"Hey! Hey! Take that hat off, mister! And who dressed you? You aren't living here, with me watching you, dressed like some sort of hipster-hobo fusion!"
"I like my hat! And my stubble!"
"Oh, come off it! You look like a total mess!"
"I am a total mess!"
...
"..."
"...Yeah, I could have thought that one through better."
"Right. Yeah, I'm just going to throw a few ideas out there."

After a little while, they call me in.

"Well, whaddya think?"
"...This is a sissy hat. Tell me, honey, is this not a sissy hat?"
"It's really very cute, Billy."
"I wanted to show off his face more, but the man's got to have a hat. I swear! Sims!"
It's wierd. I'm no longer on a level where I can see him pouting in a corner...But I can still entirely tell he's pouting.

I can't hug him, but I at least give Billy a hug and tell him I like his silly hat.

And he goes to his painting with a contented heart.

"Okay! Enough worrying about silly fashion. I said I had people I want you to meet."
"That's right. And I have noticed that Billy is a person, and thus deserves a singular."
"Which means we're going visiting!
You see, I decided I was alright with sending you to Riverview when I realized that there were really some great people, who'd help you out a lot."
"...I'm not..." I want to tell him that I'm not sure how comfortable I am, pulling all these people into this mission...


But somehow I end up at these people's house. They're the Joys, Mr. Norman and his daughter Elaine.
Norman asks: "So, what brings you to town?"
I'm not wholly sure I should answer that... But I think I can steal Uriel's answer.
"Well, I'm hear for a... a large project. The work of my life on this world. And I heard that Riverview is a town with really great people who could help. And it's a lovely town."
"What sort of project?" Elaine asks, suddenly gaining some interest in the conversation.
"W-welll... A lot of it involves gardening for right now. At least, that's what I've decided my part is: it's better if you make what needs to be done what you want to do, don't you think?"
"So you're a gardener? This is the town for you, missy," Norman comments.

In fact, the discussion of plants has us all chatting away. It turns out that both of them are garden enthusiasts like myself, and we chat for hours, our discussions circling back to plants.
After a while, Ms. Elaine heads to work. I'm not wholly certain of my own career.



But in the meanwhile, Mr. Norman and I return to talking. He has a lot of advice, about gardening and other topics. Apparently he's quite skilled -- it only makes sense, having lived so long.
I admit, seeing someone so close to death makes this feel like a real sucker punch. There are moments when I catch my breath and realize that I am dying.
 Between those two, and that Uriel wants me to get their help, I decide that I should become as good a friend with Mr. Norman as possible. Eventually, however, I need to leave and take a shower and get some food.

I eventually head back towards the other side of town and decide to check out the local consignment shop. I'll end up selling my harvests there, but for now, I'm just buying.


And I manage to pick up a strange little thing.

"What the heck is that...that... homunculus?"
"I'm impressed you know that word."
"It's some sort of terrible monster-thing."
"I think it's really... very cute. He's like a little tiny cave-man. Do you remember when sims were cavemen? They were so precious!"
"IT'S STARING AT ME, ARIEL! IT KNOWS I'M HERE!"
"...That's because you're shouting. I suspect everyone in the neighborhood knows you're here."
"...Hey, Billy! Come look at this little freaky thing your wife brought home!"
"Shaddup! I'm painting!" Billy yells from the studio.
"Fine! But when it starts worshipping the TV, I am so out of here!"
I shake my head and suppress a laugh.

Once I've taken care of everything, I invite Norman over, hoping to ask him for help...

Unfortunately, he leaves before I can make much progress with him. Maybe the little caveman *is* scary...
I wonder if, like Billy, its oddness scares people off...
It's Ok, possibly-sapient little cavegnome. I still love you.


The next morning, Uriel notices something.
"You go to bed after her...But you're up before she opens her eyes. You're never well-rested. What's up with that?"
"I'm hungry. Besides... I like to be up to watch her wake up. She's so cute when she sleeps, like she's never done it before... She sleeps like a child." Billy sighs a little.
"Well, she hasn't slept before last night... But you're right. She really does look...So small." And maybe there's regret in his voice (I don't know, but I suspect there was), as if he wasn't sure he had taken me to the right point.
"Hey. What is it with you two?" He asks, picking up a brush to begin. "You got kicked out, too...So why is she doing it first?"
"...I- I wanted to be able to protect her..."
"Then why'd you let her get kicked out in the first place? What sort of angel are you?"
And Uriel couldn't say anything. He told me about it, after I woke up.

"Don't worry. I'll ask Billy to not be so worried for me."
And maybe pull him away from his painting a little...

But, of crucial matter right now is inviting Mr. Norman back over. I really would like his help very much, and Ms. Elaine.
"So, you're working on your 'project here? It's a nice place." He says, looking over the house. I suppose it was too dark to see last time.
"Oh, thank you. I've had some help already, in that department."
"It sounds like you'll need a lot of help. How are you expecting to get it?"
"Well, by asking." I see that that does not answer Mr. Norman's question. "Well, they say that people who tend to guests often entertain angels unawares. I suppose, like those angels that walked the cities of sims in days of yore...I'll simply see how generous these people are."
"That's pretty daring. But it's good to see a young woman working on her dreams -- I'm a little worried about Elaine not doing the same. She's so worried about taking care of me that she's not worked towards her recipe collection in a long time..."
He sighs a little. I feel the tiny nudging of Uriel, who really should not be solid enough to nudge, in my back.
"Well, maybe the two of you could move here and help me; I'd be happy to help Elaine out in return."

"Yeah, me too."
Norman does a triple-take.
"Do y'all have one of those silly, totally-useless intercoms? Where'd that voice come from?"
"Oh, there's no speakers, Mr. Joy. I'm a spirit of sorts, watching over this house. An angel."
"It's the duty of angels to make the world a little better place," I explain, with a smile. I believe that, really I do. I think it's why a lot of requirements are what they are -- making friends, improving and managing the land... Still, if those are what it is to be the pinnacle of simhood...
"And I also think that must be the duty of a sim, too. Don't you agree?"

Mr. Norman draws back and looks the situation over. I think he relates to me -- certainly, I trust his opinion on this matter. I have total faith in him in this moment.
"You're both serious, aren't you?"
"Absolutely! Here...I can prove it. You're a capable outdoorsman, Mr. Norman... Have you ever seen feathers like these?"
I reach into my pockets and pull out the box I've brought. I open it for a moment, and the light shines out from it, pooling all around us. It's almost too bright to look out, too golden and too white all at once. He tries to pull a feather out, but is so alarmed by the sensation (I cannot even imagine: are they hot? cold? Both?) that he pulls back.
He looks back up at me and believes.


"I don't think I can say no now; you've got yourself some help. I'll call up Elaine."
"Oh, thank you, Mr. Norman!"
"You can just call me Norman; you're probably the best friend I've had in a long time, Ariel. We'll see if we can't help you along."

And with that, we've managed to get the house together at last. When Elaine drives up and is brought up to speed, Uriel basically verbally forces her to a mirror and dresser.
"Seriously! You look maybe twice your age! I'm going to have a hard time with your hair, but we can at least talk clothes. What's your favorite color?"
"Pink?" She answers tentatively.
"Pink. Well, what are you doing in drab brown? Come on, woman! I've got to get you out of those clothes!"


Norman turns to me.
"Is this angel of yours some sort of... Troublemaker?"
"Worse. I think I have unleashed upon this world an amateur stylist. I fear I may have failed in my duty to make the world a better place already."

[TallStar]

Uriel is the most interesting character I've ever met. Between him and Billy, I almost fell out of my chair but then I remembered I had to comment.

[Deme]

Uriel is seriously fun to write, particularly with Billy. I live to have characters as fun as him pop into my head. At the same time, I'm a little worried: there's a very high risk that he will take this show and steal it like it was the golden fox statue. I'll work on it.

[samoht04]

I think Uriel is awesome, he deserves to be a star of this Story! I love how you are writing this! 

[samoht04]

I'm only half way through chapter 2 yet, but I just have to ask: where did you get the wallpaper for the bedroom? It is really lovely! I'd like to use something like that in my apocalypse house (they are making most things green to remember what it was like before the nuclear winter). Ok, back to reading! I can't wait to see how things turn out for them. I have a feeling Uriel is going to fall in love with Ariel as well. Or something. I can feel something building, and it's exciting!

I think it is a BlueMurder pattern. She's on the Exchange and is quite famous for her Patterns. I'll see if I can find it for you. I also think that Uriel is in love with Ariel...

EDIT: Is it this one?

[Deme]

I believe that is in fact where I got this pattern: I didn't make a note of the name at the time.
Here's the exact one I'm using. I'm not 100% satified with the look of the walls just yet, but I saw the pattern and felt it suited my needs (white -- or in this case, cream -- and blue, with a floral touch) as well as anything I could find that day.

As for Uriel and Ariel's relationship... Well, you guys are right to be paying attention to it. As for exactly what that relationship *is*...Well... Heh. Heh. Heh.