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Angel of God, my guardian dear...

Who: Father Mulcahy, and anyone who wants to bother him
What: Prayers and peace, and practising with growth
When: Any time in June
Where: The Park
Rating: ...PG? He's a priest, it won't get much higher than that.

It was hard being a priest in a city of gods. That much was clear from the very start. But it didn't stop Francis Mulcahy from trying his best. As far as he was concerned, it was just another test from God, and one which happened to be a very personal battle.

The great outdoors was always peaceful for him, which is why he found himself in the park, having used the solitude to pray, and try and regain a sense of equilibrium. But something kept annoying him - this power he was supposed to have, which he'd been ignoring since arrival. So, spying a dying daisy as he sat on the grass he began to focus on it, willing it to grow again. Plants were something he so loved, and they did bring joy and life to so much.

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As ever, of course, the park is occupied - Ame spends most of his time here, and if Maglor is not busy, so does he. He's up in the branches of his favourite oak, needing the sturdiness of the old tree to brace him after the recent chaos of memory loss.

This is here, this is now

He has been watching - prayer, of this sort, is not one that he has seen outside of Men, but he recognises enough not to disturb until he sees that the good Father is done. He is perhaps a little more feral than normal still, which is why he doesn't think to come down before he calls out.

"Good morrow, Father. How does your garden grow?"

Mulcahy jumped as the voice came out of seemingly nowhere, and it took him a few seconds to pin down the owner of it, smiling as he saw who it was.

"Not too well, it seems," he said with a wry smile. "I miss my garden in Korea. It wasn't much, but it was some color, at least."

"Oh, you gardened in your world as well?" Maglor is sprawled on his branch like a particularly lazy cat, although he sits up and comes down now that he realises he's probably being impolite.

"They say Growth is one of the harder powers to master here, I am sure one with a green thumb will be able to do so swiftly, however."

There's certainly something to be said for the outdoors, that much is certain. Of course, that might well be because it's where Chessur has spent most of his time, up until now, but one way or the other, it's where he is. Curiosity does for the rest, as he draws up near Mulcahy and watches for a long moment or three.

(It's not that he doesn't care to interrupt, and more that he hasn't yet seen all the various powers of the city in action and something that already has someone's focus is bound to be worth a moment or three.)

"Such a small thing. But I wonder, could it make a difference?"

He mostly means the flower, but he's not really making it terribly clear. And if he looks very distinctly unusual, he's at least gotten used to the fact that he looks far more human than he might otherwise, and the fact that other people might not be used to someone who still looks partially feline isn't something that concerns him much.

The Doctor enjoyed the park. If there was ever truly such a thing as just a stroll for him, the park would be where he took them. But he did stop by from time to time, because one never knew when something interesting might be occurring there.

Maybe this wasn't interesting, as such, but when he spotted Mulcahy focusing on one sole plant like that, he ... well, basically hopped over.

"How's it looking?"

"I tried to, yes," he said happily. "Though it's not easy in a place of war. Every time I tried, something would happen like we'd bug out, be bombed, or else someone would steal the flowers, but it brought joy."

He watched as Maglor jumped down. "I wouldn't know. I haven't really tried anything with it since I got here, but I saw the dying daisy..."

Mulcahy had been concentrating hard on the flower, and hadn't even noticed that anyone was watching him, so it was a shock when he heard the voice, and he couldn't help but jump a little. "This? Probably not," he admitted at the rather pathetic looking daisy, that looked only a little better than it had before.

Torn away from his contemplation of the daisy, he looked up at the man, frowning as he tried to place him, then smiling once he had. "You sent the video broadcast!" he said with a smile. "I'm afraid I don't think I helped it much."

Satan has no particular reason to be over the park; but since so much has been happening and there is so much he has been planning, he eventually finds some comfort among nature - hopefully away from the annoying travelers who are finally realizing that "oh my gosh, there is war, gasp".

By now he has little patience with them. Then again, by now Satan has been falling off the wagon and maybe he has been become more and more obvious at how little he cares for it all and for anyone else.

Lost in his thoughts, the archangel passes by Father Mulcahy, wings almost touching the flower. That's when he turns his head, if only to make sure his wing didn't hit the man.

"The engines of war seldom spare time for the small things." Maglor nods and tips his head to eye the daisy. "Tis a pity, for perhaps there would be less grief in the first place if they did."

A flash of a smile and he settles down nearby. "Pray do not let me disturb your efforts, father! I fancy it looks a little more cheerful already."

Hawkeye settles down in the grass next to Father Mulcahy, smiling a little at what the man is doing. It's just so...him. All this war and tragedy going on, and here he is, bringing a little flower back to life.

For his own part, Hawk looks a bit like the flower did. Rather limp and wilted. He's been sober for a little while now, but the detoxing took a lot out of him. And now, well...he's on his own again.

"Doing a little magical gardening, Father?"

"The one and only!" he said, grinning, and crouched down next to Mulcahy. "It's always difficult starting out. But it probably helped at least a little."

Chessur can't help but grin a little at the slight jump. He might not make a habit of startling people, but when he's always liked catching people a little off-guard. Mostly, by turning up fairly literally out of the blue, but this is at least the next best thing, and that's not so bad.

"Not looking like that, I should think."

One person who never really stopped feeling like there was a war going on was Mulcahy. He'd been in Korea for so long, helping people as much as he could, then came here with so much happening that it never felt like it stopped. Peole gearing up to war footing was harsh to see, though. He felt for them.

Mulcahy hadn't been paying much attention till the shadow of the person walking close to him fell across his path, and he stared at it for a moment before looking up, paling in surprise as he realized just what had passed in front of him. "Oh, my..."

The voice might have been from surprise or because Mulcahy was hit by the wing. In any case, Satan decided to turn his head and nod softly at the man "I'm sorry." he could still be polite, even if not giving much of a damn about anything and anyone.

Finally the blue eyes noticed the small flower, and his head tilted, headwings twitching as Satan did so. "Are you in Sigyn?"

"Oh don't worry about disturbing me!" The thing with Mulcahy was that he genuinely enjoyed talking to people, especially people who tended to pique his curiosity - of which Maglor was one. It made him easily distracted.

"It was only an idle whim, after all. I hear so much about these powers, but never really thought enough about them to try them out. I'm afraid it was a rather pathetic first attempt."

"Well, I believe they say 'practice makes perfect' here - one that I knew used to say 'soonest started, sooner finished'. All first attempts are hesitant and unsure! I doubt me any would get it right on the first go"

Although his father might have - Feanor was like that.

He tips his head up to consider the sky. "They do give an edge - particularly for those not suited or trained for combat."

But if it weren't for the little flowers, bringing light into the surroundings, how would you ever know that there will be an end to the war and tragedy?

Because there had to be. He refused to believe otherwise.

He was concerned about Hawkeye - which in itself was nothing new, but more so than normal, but he didn't let it show as he smiled at his friend. "I missed my garden."

"Well, I suppose only time will tell," he said, only slightly disappointed that he didn't see any great results immediately. "But that's always the way with any garden, isn't it?"

Patience, as ever was key.

"But then, we all have to start somewhere." And it was a start, he supposed, even acknowledging that he had powers in the first place. "So it could have been worse. Greetings."

Still staring at the being in front of him, Mulcahy forced himself to look back at the flower. "I... I am, yes," he stammered out, trying not to be overawed. Beings with wings meant one thing to him.

"Unfortunately, I have a suspicion it will take several goes for me to get it right, as it were." Never mind that he still felt awkward about using them in the first place.

"Though I'm not entirely sure what good growth does. I can understand healing, but... well, it just seems like an odd thing to have."

Sigyn. The house of the selfless and self-sacrificing. It already told Satan much about this man - even though the angel could appreciate the power Sigyn gave, he had many mixed feelings about the people from Sigyn House.

But realizing the priest's expression, he decided to address something else "Yes, the wings are real and I am an angel" he was far too used to that reaction.

Maglor looks back with a flash of a smile. "Hm, you should speak to young mistress Ellie about that - she is powerful and has had a long time to work on her abilities. She can grow almost anything, and swiftly - it is all about creativity, I think. Vines for climbing or tangling feet, thorns to catch and bind, for example. I have seen her grow trees to block advancement or for scaling buildings. There are many types of plants - I am sure you can imagine what might be done if one thinks fast."

If he had mixed feelings about Sigyn house in general, who knew what Mulcahy would do to him.

But an actual angel? He couldn't believe it, and staggered up to his feet probably too quickly in his amazement. "I am a priest of the Lord," he said by way of explanation. "It's an honor..." It was more than that, but it would do for now, until he got his thoughts in order.

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