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[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?

...Someone who wants the world to end even less than I do, I'd wager.

[Rubbing the blood off his forehead while that heals back up, Dammit Zeph.]

Never met that one. Congrats on getting a nice one.

[Fuck you bro stop walking in on his blindspot.]

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