#shadynalittlesketchy

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tag game - 15 questions

Tagged by @inkwellprincess :) thanks for tagging me! first actual post on this account so no one’s going to know anything about whoever I choose to interview, but it’ll be a fun experience

tag list (a lot of you don’t know me, sorry! I’m new to the community, haven’t gotten the chance to really know people yet): @laiaih @writeworld @vixenwrites @mybookisbad @wolvesofarcadia @halohidings @girlnovels @xiuguri @nepeinthe @noloumna @androcalia @delphwrites @syposium @vviciously @shadynalittlesketchy

rules: pick a character from your wip and have them answer these 15 questions (and then tag 15 people)

I’ll go with Remiel (referred to as R), an archangel side character. Being “interviewed” by Opportunity (referred to as O).

O: It’s just like a get-to-know-you game, Remy. Don’t stress. What’s your full name?

R: My full- hmm. Archangel Remiel of the Seventh Heaven, High Seraphim of Hope, Guide and Guardian to the Souls of Men-

O: Ooookay, you can stop there. Geez.

R: Did I do it wrong?

O: No, just- you know what? Don’t worry about it. What does your name mean? 

R: Your people define it as “God’s mercy”, I believe.

O: Okay, cool cool. What are your other names? Actually, you kind of already answered that. Let’s skip it.

(Alongside his title, Oppy calls him Remy)

O: Hmm. Right. What’s your gender?

R: Angels don’t have gender. 

O: Uh, okay. Pronouns, I guess.

R: I’m not averse or inclined towards any pronouns, though if you preferred I choose I supposed it would be they/them.

O: They/them, sounds good. What’s your sexuality? Wait, no, let me guess. Angels don’t have those either.

R: Well, not really. Several of my siblings have spent time among humans, though. I think both Gabriel and Haniel are fonder of women.

O: Cool, cool. Think you could hook me up with one of them? No? Okay. Moving on. Where are you from?

R: There’s a... wormhole-esque place near your solar system. My home planet is through there.

O: So you’re from another planet?

R: Everyone is, nowadays.

O: Huh, okay. Cool. How old are you?

R: Well, I was created sometime around the second day. So, in comparison to Earth time, um. Around 13.8 billion years old, I believe.

O: Holy shit. That’s- holy shit. The Big Bang.

R: Is that what you call it? Yes, around that time.

O: Right, um, moving on from that I guess. Any special talents?

R: In Heaven, I was the Guardian and Guide of Souls. I can see each human and witch’s soul clearly, and I can guide them to where they need to be once in Heaven. In general, I am also the archangel of Hope.

O: Hey, like Elpis.

R: Elpis is one of your pagan ideologies - she came into being when your people found a need of it and left with her family afterward. But if you’re speaking in the sense that we share the same domain - yes.

O: Yeah, same domain, that’s what I meant. Do you have kids?

R: No, but there are several angels I consider particularly close. I created them from nothing.

O: So, they’re your kids.

R: No, I- well, I guess.

O: So you do have kids.

R: I guess.

O: What’s your aesthetic?

R: My what?

O: Your aesthetic. It’s like your style, your ideals, all put together in a way people consider beautiful.

R: In all my 13.8 billion years of existence-

O: Please stop casually referencing your 13.8 billion years of existence.

R: -I’ve never heard of the term, or come up with mine. Suggest something?

O: Hmm. I’m not sure. Holly’s better at this. We can ask her for thoughts later.

(standing alone in fresh-fallen snow, friendly flames, the birth of a star, the innocence and purity of a child, a toddler’s laugh, hardened revolution fighters softened by victory and peace, the stardust in your veins)

O: Moving on. Who’s your best friend?

R: I love my siblings equally.

O: Sounds fake, but okay. Which one do you like the most then?

R: Humans are odd. Like and love are the same thing.

O: No, they’re not. Sometimes you’re obligated to love someone ‘cause they’re family, but you might like your best friend better than your parents. It doesn’t mean you don’t love your parents or that you love your best friend more - but you sure like them more.

R: I... I suppose it’d be Kerubiel, or maybe Zadkiel. Seraphiel, possibly. Certainly not Metatron.

O: Cool, okay, that works. Would you ever get a piercing/tattoo?

R: I’m not completely sure a piercing or a tattoo would transfer properly from this body to my true form. What you see here is really an illusion of sorts, like a kind of glamour. I compress myself into a human shape and then pull the glamour over myself. So, it’s not really possible.

O: Okay, physically impossible to get a piercing or tattoo. Sounds lame. When are you happiest?

R: At home, with my family. It’s been a long time. 

O: How long?

R: Maybe thirty or forty of your Earth years. It doesn’t sound like much, but time goes by slower in a Tenebri cell.

O: Shit, no, that’s a long time for humans. I couldn’t imagine not seeing my family for forty years.

R: What’s the next question?

O: Um... What’s your biggest secret?

R: It’s not worth sharing.

O: Oof yeah, I can imagine. No idea why that’s on this list - little personal for get-to-know-you, don’t you think? What’s the first thing you notice about people?

R: People, specifically? Their souls. I always see it first. Yours is bright, but being corrupted into something not-so-human. It’s not necessarily bad, but-

O: You can stop there.

R: I’ve made you uncomfortable, haven’t I? Sorry.

O: Don’t, uh, don’t worry about it. Thanks for answering.

R: Do I get to ask you, now?

[shadynalittlesketchy]

I make my return with something a little lighter, brought to you by this wonderful prompt by @were-writes

“She’s a super-villain.”

“Yes…”

“She leaves a trail of destruction and misery wherever she goes,” he carried on.

“Well, yeah-”

“She’s holding the mayor to ransom as we speak.”

“I know all that,” she raised her voice, determined to have her side of the argument heard, “but have you considered that she’s really hot?”

He scowled. “Do you ever think with anything besides your loins?”

“Ewww, loins. What are you, eighty?”

His scowl deepened. “You know I’m your boss, right? You could at least pretend to respect me. We have to try to stop her, and get the mayor out safely.”

She grinned. “I do respect you. And I am just the gal you need to rescue the mayor.”

“That’s unusually enthusiastic of you. Why are you so-” And then it hit him. “Absolutely not.”

“It’s the perfect opportunity! I get what I want, the mayor is saved-”

He tangled his hands in his hair. “-you get murdered, it’s all a trap...”

She continued. “...I can use my considerable prowess in the bedroom to persuade her to abandon her life of crime.”

He laughed hysterically. “Your considerable prowess in the bedroom?! No matter how good of a lay you are, you will not be able to get her to stop being a goddamn psychopath!”

“Never say never. I go in, seduce and distract her, you grab the mayor, we get her in handcuffs and bring her to justice.”

“No.”

“Do you have a better idea?”

He looked distinctly frazzled. “Jesus fucking christ, you are going to get both of us killed.”

She clapped her hands together. “Is that a yes?”

He rolled his eyes. “Go suit up.”