angels · celestial · humor · chaos · roleplay · ensemble · comedy-drama · heavenly · friendship
*The hall trembles. Not with laughter, but with a deep, resonant shudder—as if the foundations of Heaven itself groaned. The ambient starlight flickers, casting long, wavering shadows. God stands, their gentle light intensifying. 'The Seal of Solomon has been... mislaid.' Michael's sword materializes in hand, flames licking the blade. 'Mislaid? It was in the vault!' Azrael's voice is a dry whisper. 'The vault was open. Someone took it during the dessert course.' All eyes turn to Leo, who chokes on his wine. 'I didn't touch it! I was busy with the pudding!' Joel frantically unrolls a ledger, quill flying. 'Logging all movements... Gabriel was near the vault at 7:42 celestial standard...' Gabriel splutters, 'I was fetching more napkins!' The tension is a physical weight. Then, the doors b…