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[The split second of hesitation it takes to answer is the second it takes to find a way to dodge the programming and go in a deflected direction.

Probably the worst part is the dodge is unconscious. Ah well.] Whatever surprises you stumbled on happened when that seal fell off you. I hope you figured out how to replace it.

[And the latter part gets a dismissive wave.] Whatever. You're not the first one to impose the "please don't murder so-and-so" rule. I won't murder her.

I found a way. It didn't stick. [Flatly.] Next time my power snaps through a seal like an overstretched piece of cloth, I'll be sure to call someone to try and catch the metaphysical explosion in a jar.

'Found' a way. So I assume you tried forcing a cap on it again.

[Just as flat. Because if that's the case, you're an idiot.]

I tried a variety of ways. Most of them dissolve on contact. The longest any one lasted was an hour, and it makes the buzzing worse.

I'll keep what's left of my damn sanity first before I seal it again, thank you.

[He gets a light, thoughtful 'hmmm' and a nod. And it reeks entirely of someone knowing you missed the ENTIRE point, but still humoring you.]

I see... Okay. And at which point in time did you try using your own abilities to retract it.

At which point did you forget I did not get the instruction manual and have known I wasn't human for two months.

It's not a part of the instruction manual. It's... [How do you even explain something like this.] It should be like breathing. Natural and unconscious. Did you even look at the contract you signed? Or did you just think "ooh, the tattoo looks pretty, where do I sign"?

...I was twelve and dying from starvation, I looked at the part where it said "you won't die if you do a favor for me" and went with that.

There's nothing natural about it. It feels like sandpaper up my ass to even reign it in. It had nothing to do with the Dark Man, except I think he was hoping I'd take out the city when it snapped.

[There's a long stare shot at him, because it doesn't have to be said how terrible his life choices are. Then turning to stare out of the one window in his office at the sun.

Then completely derailing the conversation by how off-topic the response is.] What time were you leaving?

...Uhhh. I don't have any, ah, work until sundown but I was under the impression you wanted me out sooner rather than later?

It's 'later'.

[Said while glancing back, and the windows have a strange flash of blood red before a black wall blocks it, smoking at the edges. Attempts to open the door that just slammed shut behind him fail - the doorknob doesn't even turn. The door's a wall. The only air vent is gone. After all, Sei's in a closed room. Of course there'd be no escape from it.]

I can only think of one thing preventing it. So I have one question. Have you ever left?

Left...? [Sei rocks on his heels...and then reaches out, touching the walls of the room. Touching the fabric of the meta TOUCHING YOUR BRAIN.

A closed room doesn't seem to effect him. He breaks the rules.]

This is...Ah. AH! [He slaps his hand with a fist, leaning back from the wall.]

No, how could I? A human can't leave.

[It's only a vague sense of the meta, and after actually touching the barriers, he gets mentally smacked by Will. Stop touching his presence, he's married.]

No one can leave, actually. Do you think I'd be here willingly? ...But I can at least make it back off.

[It's a calm statement, but the expression isn't someone about to do a favor. It's the face of someone about to do something they hate doing, because it sucks in every sense of the world. But a black sword is still drawn from nowhere and Sei's enough of a reality breaker to watch how smoothly Will cuts through it and shatters a level off reality.

His office is not nice anymore. It's overcast, blood stains of varying ages on the desk, papers, walls, and floor. Pieces of bodies lie around the area, along with a few maimed corpses still chained to the walls. His outfit has changed into a blue overcoat that somehow, intrinsically, Sei knows it belongs to the Inquisitors. But most importantly, despite the room being so small, the space it fills is infinite.

It's a literal infinity, in all directions, and it feels off, lacking, missing something fundamental, and wrong, but that glimpse of a space without walls still feels like coming Home.]

Get used to it and we'll start your lessons.

...Ah. [It's a different kind of 'ah' than the ones before. A music note, single and bright, and for a moment the space lights up like Christmas. In this space, Sei's wings flare brilliantly in a rainbow of colors, and his eyes are like goddamn windows to an ocean of stars. His long coat flutters and forms, and for a brief moment, Will can see two of him--the Antichrist and the Repairman, all that he is and all he could be, before he coalesces into Your Stupid Fucking Nephew again.

Note to self, do not put antichrists in metaspaces without warning them.]

...This is going to hurt, isn't it.

[There is a space of time here where there would normally be some kind of snippy comment, or mocking of his response or something. But all he earns is a smile that looks more like a grimace and a shrug.]

It shouldn't.

[Setting his sword to rest tip-first in the ground. Inhaling once. Hold. Exhale. Then a beat to make you think nothing happened, until Sei gets the power signature equivalent of something completely nonexistent appearing in a blind spot and then smashing you into the pavement with the force of a couple hundred tractor trailers.

There's no physical appearance change on Will himself. But the black blade is one infinitely more noticeable - even humans know about the flaming sword.]

As long as you don't try leaving. [Oh, the voice echoes. God, he's scarier without a cover on.] How to go about this... I'm not showing my wings, but start with that. Do you have full movement of them?

...Yes. [They ruffle a bit in response, glittering in the light. Goddamn his wings are sparkly, what the fuck.]

As a note, who thought six was a good idea.

[Six wings. Son of a Seraph. Have fun.]

Each rank has a different style or number. Six just means you belong to the rank of arrogant assholes.

[Says a Dominion, rank of the arrogant assholes. The appearance doesn't match, but the left hand holding the sword stays permanently still, holding it in the position towards the ground. The right hand is free to gesture freely when its not busy holding a book of laws.

Sei is getting one of those unconscious angel feelings of 'ughhhh Dominions'.] How you want your seal to work is a personal choice. But you need to be a state removed of any other thoughts except the thought you want. For now, just concentrate on your wings. However you choose, your wings need to be gone. Think of them sealed, or erased, or invisible, or whatever. Detailed or easy as you want. I suggest having it somewhat a strong seal, so you don't accidentally think about it and smack someone in the face with 'em.

[The explanation is given blankly, like someone reading from a law book they're not even holding, but that last part sounds oddly like it's happened before. It's probably one of those awesome work stories you tell when you're trashed on Friday nights with your coworkers.]

[Somewhere, Raziel asserts it wasn't a fucking accident.

Sei is quiet for a while, and somewhere, Will can hear music. It's not like Sei's singing, it's just the quiet thrum of his own power.

And then a quiet 'pop' when his wings vanish.]

Riiiight.

[Shut up Raziel, it's only accidental in the military because everyone's seal is cutting their own wings off, injuries are frequent, and Powers are clutzy.

But the only thing the answer earns is a light tilt of his head.]

Then do that for your presence and be done with it. Maybe a third if you still feel off when you go back. More than that means you're with the Grand Court, so kindly refrain from insulting me.

'Grand Court'. [He arches an eyebrow. Please remember he has no idea what you're talking about, Will.

For a moment, Sei thinks about it--but to find where his presence begins and ends, and so the space suddenly fills, the pressure increasing under the raw extent of untrained power.

Somewhere, in Will's mind, it's very clearly Raziel above all the others, going "I sure hope you know what you're doing", before the pressure shrinks back down to humming just underneath Sei's skin. He can't touch anyone without them finding out, but it feels like it fits there, and also that is the best fucking high he has gotten in his entire life, my god.]

...I think I can hear Reality.

[halp.]

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My kind. [Which means he'd offend an entire circle of programmed murder-happy douchebags.

And Raziel gets one quiet moment to enjoy waltzing into people's thoughts without permission, but he's promptly reminded who he's talking to. Because he's mentally backhanded out with the equivalent of a flaming sword. He knows what he's doing, back off.]

Don't listen to it. You'll go insane.

[...Subtle.]

Anything your powers interfere with can be retracted in such a fashion. But again, don't rely on it. Too many without reason or clearance is dangerous. Anything else?

No, not this space, where's it's being bent, where it warps, where it tear...[He trails off, head tilted to one side. Will told him not to tweak while he was there, but it's not just...]

There are people bouncing around out there, past the ring. And I think this is moving too?

[Maybe it wasn't an accident that an antichrist grew to adulthood in ignorance in a secluded shard in the farthest ring, after all.]

Don't go out there.

[It's an immediate snap, like his usual, but the one is... frightening. Not his usual harsh tone of scolding, but it sounds like a warning. The type of fear that comes from making that mistake yourself and never wishing it on anyone else.

But it's only that sentence. Because he inhales, exhales again, and it's back to the controlled expression of apathy.] Even ignoring you, it's possible to leave this Fragment. It's even easy for some of us. However, the location it's taken is... problematic.

Because of Them.

[Not a question, a response. He's touched his hand to the edge again, pushing against it, sinking through it--

Getting smacked in the face with a giant crab claw?]

--Ow.

[The Dominion is more than content to stand and watch the Antichrist get bapped in the face.]

...Who'd you walk in on?

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