Stacia hops up onto a kitchen counter, kicking her feet as she settles in before crossing them at the ankles. Mostly she's giving herself time to summarize it in her head first so that she doesn't get too bogged down in the details. Because woo boy, is this some first class Weird Shit. No wonder she's handling this reality hopping thing as well as she is.
"Okay," she begins. Note to self, come up with a better opening for telling stories. "From what I understand, our reality was broken and reassembled in the year before I shifted for the first time. I don't know all the details because I was busy grappling with being a werewolf at all and being a huge brat about literally everything having to do with any of it."
From some people, that might sound self-depreciating. Stacia just sounds affectionate and even a little proud of her younger self. Sometimes you've just got to decide that you have enough on your plate for the moment and not add more bullshit to the pile.
"But apparently it didn't get reassembled right, and some incomprehensible horror was squirming in through the cracks as a result. The archangel Michael decided it was the fault of the supernatural creatures and started doing murder about it. And this was pretty much the first time anyone had heard of angels actually being a thing that you could interact with? Obviously we had the concept, but everyone seemed surprised when they worked out that it was an angel behind everything."
Meanwhile, Stacia's mindset had been more things are already so weird that this might as well happen. She waves her hands to indicate that she's done with the context and about to begin the actual story.
"One night I have a weird dream where a guy introduces himself to me as the archangel Raphael and gives me all the backstory on why this angelic smiting is happening. And then he drops that he wants my help fixing it! I'm literally fifteen years old and all of my power and influence is that a handful of people with a moderate amount of political power think I'm cute. So I ask 'why me?' and he tells me that it's because I don't know enough yet to make assumptions and that I don't let people push me around, and also basically why not me?"
See again, how Stacia has learned to roll with absolutely staggering amounts of weird bullshit. She shrugs her shoulders and continues:
"He tasks me with finding the archangel Gabriel, who's gone into hiding but is really good at talking Michael out of things, and then the three of us and whoever volunteers to host Gabriel on that plane of existence are going to go convince Michael to deal with the actual problem. And it takes about six months of more weird shit, but that's eventually how it goes: the thing gets pushed back out of the universe and the cracks get sealed, the angels vanish as if they were never there, and reality goes back to what apparently passes for normal."
She's just going to skip over how she had a huge target on her head for those six months, and how involved she was in pushing the incomprehensible horror out of reality. She's not looking to upset Dan with the...well, everything. Raphael shielded her mind from the worst of the incomprehensible thing; she still has nightmares about it but they're just one option among the many nightmares her brain sees fit to inflict on her.
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"Okay," she begins. Note to self, come up with a better opening for telling stories. "From what I understand, our reality was broken and reassembled in the year before I shifted for the first time. I don't know all the details because I was busy grappling with being a werewolf at all and being a huge brat about literally everything having to do with any of it."
From some people, that might sound self-depreciating. Stacia just sounds affectionate and even a little proud of her younger self. Sometimes you've just got to decide that you have enough on your plate for the moment and not add more bullshit to the pile.
"But apparently it didn't get reassembled right, and some incomprehensible horror was squirming in through the cracks as a result. The archangel Michael decided it was the fault of the supernatural creatures and started doing murder about it. And this was pretty much the first time anyone had heard of angels actually being a thing that you could interact with? Obviously we had the concept, but everyone seemed surprised when they worked out that it was an angel behind everything."
Meanwhile, Stacia's mindset had been more things are already so weird that this might as well happen. She waves her hands to indicate that she's done with the context and about to begin the actual story.
"One night I have a weird dream where a guy introduces himself to me as the archangel Raphael and gives me all the backstory on why this angelic smiting is happening. And then he drops that he wants my help fixing it! I'm literally fifteen years old and all of my power and influence is that a handful of people with a moderate amount of political power think I'm cute. So I ask 'why me?' and he tells me that it's because I don't know enough yet to make assumptions and that I don't let people push me around, and also basically why not me?"
See again, how Stacia has learned to roll with absolutely staggering amounts of weird bullshit. She shrugs her shoulders and continues:
"He tasks me with finding the archangel Gabriel, who's gone into hiding but is really good at talking Michael out of things, and then the three of us and whoever volunteers to host Gabriel on that plane of existence are going to go convince Michael to deal with the actual problem. And it takes about six months of more weird shit, but that's eventually how it goes: the thing gets pushed back out of the universe and the cracks get sealed, the angels vanish as if they were never there, and reality goes back to what apparently passes for normal."
She's just going to skip over how she had a huge target on her head for those six months, and how involved she was in pushing the incomprehensible horror out of reality. She's not looking to upset Dan with the...well, everything. Raphael shielded her mind from the worst of the incomprehensible thing; she still has nightmares about it but they're just one option among the many nightmares her brain sees fit to inflict on her.