Alejandra Rojas DAY: 67 - 4/4 | DATE: November 28th, 2013 [Thursday] | LOCATION: Hotel Lobby in Rosario, Argentina "Im here to see how your doing" The little boy answered. Well, that was very considerate of him. He crossed his arms as he continued to stare up at her, tilting his head to the side. "I mean...I know those weirdos spoke to you and all...and sadly...I'm a part of their group" Oh. That would certainly explain why he was asking her about how she was feeling. Though, a little kid like him being a part of the Angel Rangers? That was really unexpected. It must be so odd for a kid like him to be dragged along across the world and experiencing all of those, horrid events. "All that talk about angels and stuff....its all rough..I was only recruited a little more than a week ago. Its a big decision, but I figured maybe you'd might like somebody to talk to or something." He said looking back up at her. "We won't hold it against you if you decide to back off" "I see." She straightened up. "Well, I appreciate the concern and all, but you really don't have anything to worry about. It's true that this is a big decision. A life changing one, in fact." She ran her hair across her hair and tucked it behind her ear. "But I've made up my mind on this one. I'm gonna go with you guys. I mean, if Hell is gonna come and destroy everything, I won't just sit idly by and let them. I have people I love and care about and I don't want them to go through that. I'm not gonna go down without a fight." She held her tightly balled fist up before realizing who she was talking to. "So yeah," she said as she cleared her throat. "You don't have to worry about me. I'm fine."
"Im here to see how your doing" The little boy answered. Well, that was very considerate of him. He crossed his arms as he continued to stare up at her, tilting his head to the side. "I mean...I know those weirdos spoke to you and all...and sadly...I'm a part of their group" Oh. That would certainly explain why he was asking her about how she was feeling. Though, a little kid like him being a part of the Angel Rangers? That was really unexpected. It must be so odd for a kid like him to be dragged along across the world and experiencing all of those, horrid events. "All that talk about angels and stuff....its all rough..I was only recruited a little more than a week ago. Its a big decision, but I figured maybe you'd might like somebody to talk to or something." He said looking back up at her. "We won't hold it against you if you decide to back off" "I see." She straightened up. "Well, I appreciate the concern and all, but you really don't have anything to worry about. It's true that this is a big decision. A life changing one, in fact." She ran her hair across her hair and tucked it behind her ear. "But I've made up my mind on this one. I'm gonna go with you guys. I mean, if Hell is gonna come and destroy everything, I won't just sit idly by and let them. I have people I love and care about and I don't want them to go through that. I'm not gonna go down without a fight." She held her tightly balled fist up before realizing who she was talking to. "So yeah," she said as she cleared her throat. "You don't have to worry about me. I'm fine."
"As frustrated as any one of us would be if things hadn't changed for a millenia, hun. ❤" The familiar voice came from behind. Sangria had returned, placing a hand on his shoulder and leaned in close to his ear. "You did a wonderful job. ❤" She reached into her open purse and pulled out a deep crimson bottle, lifting his hand and placing snugly between his fingers. A goofy grin crawled across his face as he gladly accepted his reward for fixing the place. Surely there wasn't any harm in having some more to drink. Popping the crimson container open with his thumb, he brought it to his lips and took a sip of the liquid within. Whether it was because of his drunken state or not, the liquor inside tasted like pure ecstasy. The brewmistress went on about her business, restocking the place with more booze with her helpers and handing out orange bottles to the other Valen around them. It all seemed like a blur to him because soon after it all started, she found her way back to the group that had been discussing amongst themselves. "Now. ❤" The woman uncapped the bottle she had with her and wiggled her finger around the base. "If I were God--" She took a sip. "I'd be just as frustrated if my little dears kept squabbling over pieces of my domain without reaching anything close to victory-- mm, this is still not strong enough." She wiggled her finger again. "Think about it, these fun little games only exist as ways of expanding one's influence. Why else would they exist? We aren't sadists, ehehe." The brewmistress winked at Marina. "--With the eventual result of becoming the ruler over everything. To me it feels like our buddy up there is all too ... tired of this. Being god. Living in Aether." Sangria sighed before muttering something under her breath. He couldn't quite make it out, though he wasn't really trying to listen. "But that means you're just in time, dear Marina. ❤" She gazed deeply at her. "Thief-boy is right. What a time to be immortal! To face the wrath of god; truly a test of how far you can go! Let's see if you have what it takes, human, don't you agree?" She leaned over to Marina, whispering to her. He couldn't hear what she was saying, but from the looks of it, she seemed to be pretty bitter, which was a little jarring to see. The Valen retreated, walked over to the table and took an empty glass to poor the bottle in, returned to sit next to Garret, and took another sip. "We were unable to discuss what we found in the castle, dears. Perhaps ... there is something that would lead to telling us a bit about what the hell that big guy is doing with everything. ❤" A brown haired kid walked over to the group, he couldn't think of his name at the moment, and casually wrapped his arm around the brewmistress with a carefree look on his face. "well, we already compared everything we found together," He started. "but basically we just found a bunch of evidence that their should be people there but weren't. Specifically servants, seeing as the kitchen was filled with servant clothing, and there was a servant's quarter. Not to much we found a skeleton, which is pretty interesting given the fact that we don't die. Guess the big man wasn't entirely happy with his work force. So, what did the rest of you all find?" After gulping down more of the deep crimson liquid, he placed the bottle down on the table and brushed his thumb against his nose. "Well, if we're talkin' about discoveries, I went to part of the basement level of that Hall." He held his fist up to his mouth, suppressing a hiccup. "Aside from a couple dozen barrels labeled 'Wine', I found a dungeon. At least, I thought it looked like a dungeon. I only peeked my head in there for a few good minutes before gettin' the hell outta there." He grabbed his bottle again and downed more of the liquor inside. "So make of that what you will." He leaned over to Sangria and spoke into her ear. "Man, this stuff is amazing. What the hell is it?"
"As frustrated as any one of us would be if things hadn't changed for a millenia, hun. ❤" The familiar voice came from behind. Sangria had returned, placing a hand on his shoulder and leaned in close to his ear. "You did a wonderful job. ❤" She reached into her open purse and pulled out a deep crimson bottle, lifting his hand and placing snugly between his fingers. A goofy grin crawled across his face as he gladly accepted his reward for fixing the place. Surely there wasn't any harm in having some more to drink. Popping the crimson container open with his thumb, he brought it to his lips and took a sip of the liquid within. Whether it was because of his drunken state or not, the liquor inside tasted like pure ecstasy. The brewmistress went on about her business, restocking the place with more booze with her helpers and handing out orange bottles to the other Valen around them. It all seemed like a blur to him because soon after it all started, she found her way back to the group that had been discussing amongst themselves. "Now. ❤" The woman uncapped the bottle she had with her and wiggled her finger around the base. "If I were God--" She took a sip. "I'd be just as frustrated if my little dears kept squabbling over pieces of my domain without reaching anything close to victory-- mm, this is still not strong enough." She wiggled her finger again. "Think about it, these fun little games only exist as ways of expanding one's influence. Why else would they exist? We aren't sadists, ehehe." The brewmistress winked at Marina. "--With the eventual result of becoming the ruler over everything. To me it feels like our buddy up there is all too ... tired of this. Being god. Living in Aether." Sangria sighed before muttering something under her breath. He couldn't quite make it out, though he wasn't really trying to listen. "But that means you're just in time, dear Marina. ❤" She gazed deeply at her. "Thief-boy is right. What a time to be immortal! To face the wrath of god; truly a test of how far you can go! Let's see if you have what it takes, human, don't you agree?" She leaned over to Marina, whispering to her. He couldn't hear what she was saying, but from the looks of it, she seemed to be pretty bitter, which was a little jarring to see. The Valen retreated, walked over to the table and took an empty glass to poor the bottle in, returned to sit next to Garret, and took another sip. "We were unable to discuss what we found in the castle, dears. Perhaps ... there is something that would lead to telling us a bit about what the hell that big guy is doing with everything. ❤" A brown haired kid walked over to the group, he couldn't think of his name at the moment, and casually wrapped his arm around the brewmistress with a carefree look on his face. "well, we already compared everything we found together," He started. "but basically we just found a bunch of evidence that their should be people there but weren't. Specifically servants, seeing as the kitchen was filled with servant clothing, and there was a servant's quarter. Not to much we found a skeleton, which is pretty interesting given the fact that we don't die. Guess the big man wasn't entirely happy with his work force. So, what did the rest of you all find?" After gulping down more of the deep crimson liquid, he placed the bottle down on the table and brushed his thumb against his nose. "Well, if we're talkin' about discoveries, I went to part of the basement level of that Hall." He held his fist up to his mouth, suppressing a hiccup. "Aside from a couple dozen barrels labeled 'Wine', I found a dungeon. At least, I thought it looked like a dungeon. I only peeked my head in there for a few good minutes before gettin' the hell outta there." He grabbed his bottle again and downed more of the liquor inside. "So make of that what you will." He leaned over to Sangria and spoke into her ear. "Man, this stuff is amazing. What the hell is it?"
Samuel Riviera DAY: 67 - 4/4 | DATE: November 28th, 2013 [Thursday] | LOCATION: Outside of Hotel in Rosario, Argentina "NO ONE EVER IS." Leon said as he stood up. He sighed, shoving his hands into his front pockets. "I HAVE TO ASK. WHO WAS IT YOU SAW AT THE END THAT PUSHED YOU ALMOST PAST THE LIMIT? EVEN IF YOU NEVER SEE THIS PERSON AGAIN, THEIR INFLUENCE IS ALWAYS GOING TO BE PLAGUING YOUR THOUGHTS AT THE BACK OF YOUR MIND." "I wish I could forget that low-life bastard." Sam didn't bother to look him in the eye as he spoke. "But, if you have to know, the last one was..." He let out a sharp breath. "That was my father..." Just saying that disgusted him to his very core. He didn't want anything to do with that man. Never again. Especially for walking out on him when he was fourteen without so much as a word, leaving him to care for his younger brothers and sisters. "As you can imagine, ours wasn't exactly a good relationship."
"NO ONE EVER IS." Leon said as he stood up. He sighed, shoving his hands into his front pockets. "I HAVE TO ASK. WHO WAS IT YOU SAW AT THE END THAT PUSHED YOU ALMOST PAST THE LIMIT? EVEN IF YOU NEVER SEE THIS PERSON AGAIN, THEIR INFLUENCE IS ALWAYS GOING TO BE PLAGUING YOUR THOUGHTS AT THE BACK OF YOUR MIND." "I wish I could forget that low-life bastard." Sam didn't bother to look him in the eye as he spoke. "But, if you have to know, the last one was..." He let out a sharp breath. "That was my father..." Just saying that disgusted him to his very core. He didn't want anything to do with that man. Never again. Especially for walking out on him when he was fourteen without so much as a word, leaving him to care for his younger brothers and sisters. "As you can imagine, ours wasn't exactly a good relationship."
Samuel Riviera DAY: 67 - 3/4 | DATE: November 28th, 2013 [Thursday] | LOCATION: Outside of Hotel in Rosario, Argentina Leon sighed, rubbed his hands against the knees of his jeans, and looked up at the big guy beside him. "YEAH, YOUR TRAINING. SO YOU MANAGED THE FIRE, BUT THERE'S A LOT MORE TO IT THAN THAT. YOUR BIGGEST ISSUE IS SELF - CONTROL, WHICH WAS THE POINT OF THAT WHOLE FIRE STARTING EXERCISE. IT HAD NOTHING TO DO WITH THE FIRE ITSELF, JUST TO SEE IF YOU COULD DO IT WITHOUT GETTING WORKED UP AND LETTING YOUR VOLATILE TEMPER GET THE BEST OF YOU. YOU NEED TO BE ABLE TO HANDLE IT IN A SAFE MANNER." He lifted the cord around his pendant over his head. The necklace fell into his palm and shifted into the shape of a mirror. "CONTEGO WILL WORK JUST FINE FOR THIS NEXT PART. IT'S SAFER THAN COLLECTING A BUNCH OF PEOPLE." He handed the mirror over to Sam. "THIS WON'T BE PLEASANT, BUT IT'S THE BEST WAY TO SEE HOW YOU HANDLE OTHERS' OPINIONS OF YOU. THE MIRROR WILL SHOW YOU ALL SORTS OF HURTFUL THINGS PEOPLE HAVE SAID TO YOU. I DON'T EXPECT YOU TO KEEP FROM NOT GETTING RILED UP AT ALL, BECAUSE THESE SORTS OF THINGS INSIGHT NEGATIVE FEELINGS IN ALL OF US; BUT IT'S TO SEE HOW WELL YOU HANDLE IT. BEAR IN MIND, MOST PEOPLE CAN'T DESTROY ENTIRE BUILDINGS WITH A SINGLE PUNCH." With the mirror in his hand, he looked over to the fair haired angel. "Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me, or however that crap saying goes." He stared into the reflection and heard voices speaking. Mostly negative stuff, though for the most part, it was stuff he could handle. His expression remained stern as he continued to listen to the onslaught of badmouthing. Mainly things about him being insane, a murderer, a two-bit thief. As he continued to look into the mirror, the things being said were becoming more and more cruel, the faces he saw were more and more familiar. His expression slowly changed from one of neutrality to one of disdain. Familiar faces that he thought he'd never see again. Faces the he didn't want to see again. He held on, continuing to listen to the horrid words that came from the mirror. Liar. Bastard. Disgrace. The last face on the mirror that had appeared continued to call him a disgrace and a failure. Unwanted and unloved. His look of disdain turned into a look of pure hatred and rage. He gripped the mirror tighter as he looked at the all too familiar face he wanted to forget. "If I knew where you were... If I knew...!" He caught himself and handed the mirror back to Leon. "Here." The angered man stood up, scratching at the back of his head. "I wasn't expecting... that." Alejandra Rojas DAY: 67 - 3/4 | DATE: November 28th, 2013 [Thursday] | LOCATION: Hotel Lobby in Rosario, Argentina She distractedly stared at the computer screen in front of her. Her fingers rested on the keyboard, not moving an inch. Honestly, she didn't like the idea of leaving her friends and family behind, but considering that they were doomed to die if she didn't at least try to help the Heavenly Rangers out somehow, it would be for the best. All of them would most definitely be against it if she had said a word about them. A group of strangers comes up to her and tells her that she is an angel that must help stave off the forces of Hell and she is gonna go with them. Any sane person, or any person who hadn't seen their proof, would immediately card them off as crazy. The more she thought about it, the less of a good idea it was becoming. "Hey there Miss. Alejandra! care to talk?" A small voice came from beyond the counter. She looked around before looking down to see a small kid looking right back. "Oh, um, hello." She returned with a forced smile. That was odd, did the kid want to talk to her? What for? "Umm, what exactly did you want to talk about?" There was no telling what someone like him would want to talk to her about, but hopefully it would keep her mind off of things. Let her forget about her decision for just a little bit.
Leon sighed, rubbed his hands against the knees of his jeans, and looked up at the big guy beside him. "YEAH, YOUR TRAINING. SO YOU MANAGED THE FIRE, BUT THERE'S A LOT MORE TO IT THAN THAT. YOUR BIGGEST ISSUE IS SELF - CONTROL, WHICH WAS THE POINT OF THAT WHOLE FIRE STARTING EXERCISE. IT HAD NOTHING TO DO WITH THE FIRE ITSELF, JUST TO SEE IF YOU COULD DO IT WITHOUT GETTING WORKED UP AND LETTING YOUR VOLATILE TEMPER GET THE BEST OF YOU. YOU NEED TO BE ABLE TO HANDLE IT IN A SAFE MANNER." He lifted the cord around his pendant over his head. The necklace fell into his palm and shifted into the shape of a mirror. "CONTEGO WILL WORK JUST FINE FOR THIS NEXT PART. IT'S SAFER THAN COLLECTING A BUNCH OF PEOPLE." He handed the mirror over to Sam. "THIS WON'T BE PLEASANT, BUT IT'S THE BEST WAY TO SEE HOW YOU HANDLE OTHERS' OPINIONS OF YOU. THE MIRROR WILL SHOW YOU ALL SORTS OF HURTFUL THINGS PEOPLE HAVE SAID TO YOU. I DON'T EXPECT YOU TO KEEP FROM NOT GETTING RILED UP AT ALL, BECAUSE THESE SORTS OF THINGS INSIGHT NEGATIVE FEELINGS IN ALL OF US; BUT IT'S TO SEE HOW WELL YOU HANDLE IT. BEAR IN MIND, MOST PEOPLE CAN'T DESTROY ENTIRE BUILDINGS WITH A SINGLE PUNCH." With the mirror in his hand, he looked over to the fair haired angel. "Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me, or however that crap saying goes." He stared into the reflection and heard voices speaking. Mostly negative stuff, though for the most part, it was stuff he could handle. His expression remained stern as he continued to listen to the onslaught of badmouthing. Mainly things about him being insane, a murderer, a two-bit thief. As he continued to look into the mirror, the things being said were becoming more and more cruel, the faces he saw were more and more familiar. His expression slowly changed from one of neutrality to one of disdain. Familiar faces that he thought he'd never see again. Faces the he didn't want to see again. He held on, continuing to listen to the horrid words that came from the mirror. Liar. Bastard. Disgrace. The last face on the mirror that had appeared continued to call him a disgrace and a failure. Unwanted and unloved. His look of disdain turned into a look of pure hatred and rage. He gripped the mirror tighter as he looked at the all too familiar face he wanted to forget. "If I knew where you were... If I knew...!" He caught himself and handed the mirror back to Leon. "Here." The angered man stood up, scratching at the back of his head. "I wasn't expecting... that."
She distractedly stared at the computer screen in front of her. Her fingers rested on the keyboard, not moving an inch. Honestly, she didn't like the idea of leaving her friends and family behind, but considering that they were doomed to die if she didn't at least try to help the Heavenly Rangers out somehow, it would be for the best. All of them would most definitely be against it if she had said a word about them. A group of strangers comes up to her and tells her that she is an angel that must help stave off the forces of Hell and she is gonna go with them. Any sane person, or any person who hadn't seen their proof, would immediately card them off as crazy. The more she thought about it, the less of a good idea it was becoming. "Hey there Miss. Alejandra! care to talk?" A small voice came from beyond the counter. She looked around before looking down to see a small kid looking right back. "Oh, um, hello." She returned with a forced smile. That was odd, did the kid want to talk to her? What for? "Umm, what exactly did you want to talk about?" There was no telling what someone like him would want to talk to her about, but hopefully it would keep her mind off of things. Let her forget about her decision for just a little bit.
" Yes, I have in fact been informed of that much. I know that we play these games to gain land in an attempt to rule all and become God. What I am more interested in, is what becomes of this God after he steps down. If someone does win, which does not seem likely after what happened at the Hall of Games, where does he go? " She picked at a sliver of wood, probably from one of the broken chairs, and rolled it between her fingers. Well that just made him feel like such a genius. Though, his slightly inebriated state of mind may be contributing to that. "Those are one of the many questions that need to be asked...and solved..." Asterion butted in. Ordinarily, he would've gotten somewhat irked about someone weaseling their way into a conversation between him and a beautiful woman such as Marina. In this case, however, considering he was a bit drunk, it was probably better for him to try to explain it than him. He continued restoring the bar as he yammered on. "Most of what you have been told is what the most of us know. God himself is mostly an enigma...maybe god desires death, or merely a normal life as a valen...for all we know godship can also be a curse. Most valen do not bother to question this in the slightest...only desire sheer power of godship...or simple fun as some would call it" It would be fun to be god, that was for sure, although he didn't seem too thrilled about the idea of someone like that becoming one. "Obviously what happened at the Hall of Games was not of the norm. God is becoming restless...everything will change. Whether it god or even the threat of an unknown other party we all need to be weary...there are still many things we need to figure out...like all the mysteries inside the Hall of Games" After finishing up the repair job and putting together the last smashed table, he dusted his hands off and walked back over to the conversing pair. "That bell was most definitely from the King. I doubt an unknown party would leave a bell on top of a mysterious tower with the message 'Time is Up' on it." He grabbed a nearby seat and plopped down into it, grabbing one of the drinks on the table. "I'm willing to bet that something big is gonna happen involving all of us. I don't know what it could be..." He interrupted himself by downing more of the milky substance and setting the glass down on the table hard. "But it's definitely gonna change everything." "I don't know about either of you, but I think that things are gonna get fun around here." He leaned his flushed cheek against the back of his hand. "A millennium of waiting and no winner. I wonder just how frustrated he is about that?"
" Yes, I have in fact been informed of that much. I know that we play these games to gain land in an attempt to rule all and become God. What I am more interested in, is what becomes of this God after he steps down. If someone does win, which does not seem likely after what happened at the Hall of Games, where does he go? " She picked at a sliver of wood, probably from one of the broken chairs, and rolled it between her fingers. Well that just made him feel like such a genius. Though, his slightly inebriated state of mind may be contributing to that. "Those are one of the many questions that need to be asked...and solved..." Asterion butted in. Ordinarily, he would've gotten somewhat irked about someone weaseling their way into a conversation between him and a beautiful woman such as Marina. In this case, however, considering he was a bit drunk, it was probably better for him to try to explain it than him. He continued restoring the bar as he yammered on. "Most of what you have been told is what the most of us know. God himself is mostly an enigma...maybe god desires death, or merely a normal life as a valen...for all we know godship can also be a curse. Most valen do not bother to question this in the slightest...only desire sheer power of godship...or simple fun as some would call it" It would be fun to be god, that was for sure, although he didn't seem too thrilled about the idea of someone like that becoming one. "Obviously what happened at the Hall of Games was not of the norm. God is becoming restless...everything will change. Whether it god or even the threat of an unknown other party we all need to be weary...there are still many things we need to figure out...like all the mysteries inside the Hall of Games" After finishing up the repair job and putting together the last smashed table, he dusted his hands off and walked back over to the conversing pair. "That bell was most definitely from the King. I doubt an unknown party would leave a bell on top of a mysterious tower with the message 'Time is Up' on it." He grabbed a nearby seat and plopped down into it, grabbing one of the drinks on the table. "I'm willing to bet that something big is gonna happen involving all of us. I don't know what it could be..." He interrupted himself by downing more of the milky substance and setting the glass down on the table hard. "But it's definitely gonna change everything." "I don't know about either of you, but I think that things are gonna get fun around here." He leaned his flushed cheek against the back of his hand. "A millennium of waiting and no winner. I wonder just how frustrated he is about that?"
Samuel Riviera DAY: 67 - 3/4 | DATE: November 28th, 2013 [Thursday] | LOCATION: Hotel in Rosario, Argentina With a groan and a stretch, Sam got up out of his bed. He popped his neck from side to side and cracked his knuckles, twisting his upper body as he did so. With a glance at the alarm clock on his night stand, he quickly got dressed and went out of his door. He walked down the hall and made his way to the lobby. Hopefully, Leon would be out there or somewhere else, because he didn't actually remember which room was his. He looked around but couldn't find a trace of him inside. There was a chance he was outside, but he couldn't be too sure about that. He walked up to the receptionist and asked, "Excuse me, have you seen a guy with golden eyes walk by here?" "Yes. He just went outside." The girl pointed to the door. "Thanks." He made his way out of the door and found him sitting on the curb. "There you are." After walking up to him, he decided to take a seat beside him. "So then, about your training..."
With a groan and a stretch, Sam got up out of his bed. He popped his neck from side to side and cracked his knuckles, twisting his upper body as he did so. With a glance at the alarm clock on his night stand, he quickly got dressed and went out of his door. He walked down the hall and made his way to the lobby. Hopefully, Leon would be out there or somewhere else, because he didn't actually remember which room was his. He looked around but couldn't find a trace of him inside. There was a chance he was outside, but he couldn't be too sure about that. He walked up to the receptionist and asked, "Excuse me, have you seen a guy with golden eyes walk by here?" "Yes. He just went outside." The girl pointed to the door. "Thanks." He made his way out of the door and found him sitting on the curb. "There you are." After walking up to him, he decided to take a seat beside him. "So then, about your training..."
The clock struck twelve and signified that it was indeed time for lunch. It would take him a good while to get from his current location to the dining hall. As he began to walk, he went through a few quick decisions in his mind. The first thing he needed to decide on was what to get for lunch. Considering that he has not been so good about his protein intake, he figured he would need to get something high in protein. That meant he would have to get a meat dish of some sort to would help balance that out. A steak of some kind, perhaps of the seafood variety. Salmon wouldn't go amiss, he thought to himself. Now the question was how to get it? With salmon, there were many ways to serve it. Smoked, grilled, marinated, baked, raw. As he rattled them off in his head, the smoked variety seemed to sound best, as his stomach growled at the thought. With the high quality of the ingredients used in the cooking, there was no doubt in his mind that the smoked salmon would be an excellent choice. His thought process was interrupted by the clamoring within the hall. It was always noisy in the hall since people loved to chatter on about whatever useless nonsense they wanted to prattle on about. Socializing with others was something of a challenge for him because of his natural tendency to analyze situations. Most times, people will have left him alone by the time he thought of a response. He was capable of having normal conversation, and he was capable of actually making jokes, however he never really expects anyone to actually come up to him for no particular reason except for his roommate. After getting his Smoked Salmon with a Tomato Mozzarella Salad on the side, he searched around the hall, looking for an empty seat. Once he found one, he walked over with his tray and stood behind it. He cleared his throat before speaking to the student in the adjacent seat. "Pardon me, would it be alright if I sat here?" "Uh, of course. Be my guest." The student seemed flabbergasted by the sight of him. "Thank you kindly." He set his tray down and sat down. As he began to eat his meal, he heard murmuring beside him. He disregarded it and continued his meal in relative peace. Ordinarily, he would have shut out everyone else's voices, but because there was the possibility of something important being said in such a public place, shutting them out was not the ideal solution. The next best thing was to simply suck it up and go about his business as if he didn't hear anything, even though he clearly can.
The clock struck twelve and signified that it was indeed time for lunch. It would take him a good while to get from his current location to the dining hall. As he began to walk, he went through a few quick decisions in his mind. The first thing he needed to decide on was what to get for lunch. Considering that he has not been so good about his protein intake, he figured he would need to get something high in protein. That meant he would have to get a meat dish of some sort to would help balance that out. A steak of some kind, perhaps of the seafood variety. Salmon wouldn't go amiss, he thought to himself. Now the question was how to get it? With salmon, there were many ways to serve it. Smoked, grilled, marinated, baked, raw. As he rattled them off in his head, the smoked variety seemed to sound best, as his stomach growled at the thought. With the high quality of the ingredients used in the cooking, there was no doubt in his mind that the smoked salmon would be an excellent choice. His thought process was interrupted by the clamoring within the hall. It was always noisy in the hall since people loved to chatter on about whatever useless nonsense they wanted to prattle on about. Socializing with others was something of a challenge for him because of his natural tendency to analyze situations. Most times, people will have left him alone by the time he thought of a response. He was capable of having normal conversation, and he was capable of actually making jokes, however he never really expects anyone to actually come up to him for no particular reason except for his roommate. After getting his Smoked Salmon with a Tomato Mozzarella Salad on the side, he searched around the hall, looking for an empty seat. Once he found one, he walked over with his tray and stood behind it. He cleared his throat before speaking to the student in the adjacent seat. "Pardon me, would it be alright if I sat here?" "Uh, of course. Be my guest." The student seemed flabbergasted by the sight of him. "Thank you kindly." He set his tray down and sat down. As he began to eat his meal, he heard murmuring beside him. He disregarded it and continued his meal in relative peace. Ordinarily, he would have shut out everyone else's voices, but because there was the possibility of something important being said in such a public place, shutting them out was not the ideal solution. The next best thing was to simply suck it up and go about his business as if he didn't hear anything, even though he clearly can.
Alejandra Rojas DAY: 66 - 4/4 | DATE: November 27th, 2013 [Wednesday] | LOCATION: Hotel Lobby ==> Alejandra's House in Rosario, Argentina As much as she wanted to bash in the little fuckers teeth in for trying to convince her again, his words made sense. She really hated that he made sense. It would've made it so much easier for her to punch him right in his little smug face. Not impossible, but extremely difficult nonetheless. She grabbed him by the hair and pulled him close. "Just. Go." The angered woman pushed him away from the desk and stood there for the rest of the day, absentmindedly doing her menial job. When she got home she tossed everything aside onto the couch and stormed into the bathroom. As she ran the water for a hot bath, she stared into the mirror, searching for anything abnormal about her. She searched and searched but didn't find anything odd about her. Everything about her seemed perfectly normal. And yet, she was anything but normal, according to these people who just suddenly decided to pop into her life. So suddenly, so abruptly, so matter-of-factly. Just what the hell? She turned to stop the water from going over, seeing that the tub was filled enough. She undressed, practically tearing the clothing off, and climbed into the soothing, hot water. Blankly, she stared down at the water she was sitting in, letting the steam rise up against her face. Then she reclined back against the far end of the tub, staring at the ceiling. Why the hell did she have to be an angel? She didn't do anything of note to be someone that special. Slowly, she slid down into the tub, slowly immersing herself completely. As she looked up from underneath the water, a few bubbles rising up from her nose and mouth, she wondered what she should do. The little prick with silver hair just had to make sense. After a few moments of being completely under the water, she rose out of the water and brushed the sopping wet hair out of her face. "Those bastards. They better know how to treat a lady properly." After finishing her bath and putting on fresh clothes, she lay in her bed, a bag of various things gathered by her side. It was filled with clothes, her phone, a few extra things to entertain her, and some snacks that would last her. She lay in her bed, thinking about everything that she'd be leaving behind. "Maybe I shouldn't think about this anymore. It's only gonna make me depressed." After thinking that aloud, she shifted around in her bed and found a comfortable position before falling asleep.
As much as she wanted to bash in the little fuckers teeth in for trying to convince her again, his words made sense. She really hated that he made sense. It would've made it so much easier for her to punch him right in his little smug face. Not impossible, but extremely difficult nonetheless. She grabbed him by the hair and pulled him close. "Just. Go." The angered woman pushed him away from the desk and stood there for the rest of the day, absentmindedly doing her menial job. When she got home she tossed everything aside onto the couch and stormed into the bathroom. As she ran the water for a hot bath, she stared into the mirror, searching for anything abnormal about her. She searched and searched but didn't find anything odd about her. Everything about her seemed perfectly normal. And yet, she was anything but normal, according to these people who just suddenly decided to pop into her life. So suddenly, so abruptly, so matter-of-factly. Just what the hell? She turned to stop the water from going over, seeing that the tub was filled enough. She undressed, practically tearing the clothing off, and climbed into the soothing, hot water. Blankly, she stared down at the water she was sitting in, letting the steam rise up against her face. Then she reclined back against the far end of the tub, staring at the ceiling. Why the hell did she have to be an angel? She didn't do anything of note to be someone that special. Slowly, she slid down into the tub, slowly immersing herself completely. As she looked up from underneath the water, a few bubbles rising up from her nose and mouth, she wondered what she should do. The little prick with silver hair just had to make sense. After a few moments of being completely under the water, she rose out of the water and brushed the sopping wet hair out of her face. "Those bastards. They better know how to treat a lady properly." After finishing her bath and putting on fresh clothes, she lay in her bed, a bag of various things gathered by her side. It was filled with clothes, her phone, a few extra things to entertain her, and some snacks that would last her. She lay in her bed, thinking about everything that she'd be leaving behind. "Maybe I shouldn't think about this anymore. It's only gonna make me depressed." After thinking that aloud, she shifted around in her bed and found a comfortable position before falling asleep.
Smiling, the beautiful girl accepted his drink. After taking a sip of the clear liquid, she set it down and reached across, resting her hand lightly on his forearm. She chewed at her lower lip with bright blue eyes sparkling up at him. "I was hoping you would come find me after we left the Hall of Games. I was ever so interested in getting to know you more." She ran her thumb over the back of his hand in circular, massaging motions. The sensation from her touch was making him go crazy. Simply being in contact with her was arousing him. Her free hand smoothed out the skirt of her dress as she crossed her legs at the knees. She was inching closer and closer to him. He set his drink down and place his hand on her forearm, rubbing his thumb up and down her wrist. Things were getting really good when suddenly the good brewmistress decided to interrupt the moment by setting down a tray of drinks. He groaned as the woman knelt down and whispered into his ear. "Be a dear and fix this place up with your Plundering when you have time, won't you? ❤ Take Marina with you too, she needs to learn a few things. There's many more drinks where that came from, dear. ❤ I'll be right back, but when I return, I'd like to see all the others gathered 'round your table ready to talk about the incident. I'm trusting you, big boy. ❤" After hearing all of that, he groaned even louder. Sangria rose up to her feet and snapped her fingers, the alcohol in his glass turning into a milky looking liquid. "Try it, hun. I'm sure you'll all come to love it. Not even Valen can resist the temptation of downing reality! ❤" He stood up and grabbed the glass, skepticism clear on his face. "Uh-huh, yeah. Man, for someone who knows how to get people buzzed quick, you sure can kill it just as fast." Quick as he could, he downed the drink and set the glass back down on the table. "But man, can you make a good drink." He popped his neck from side to side and stretched his arms out before motioning for Marina to follow him. "C'mon. I got work to do and you have things to learn about." Slowly, he started to pick up the pieces that were broken off and turning them into disks. Once what was broken was turned into a disk through his Plunder power, he inserted it into whatever was broken to repair it. "Mmm, now that I think about it, I haven't properly introduced myself to you." He hadn't even bothered to turn around to properly address the girl following him. "Well, the name is Garret." His gaze met her blue eyed one as he worked without even looking at what he was doing. "My title is 'the Mischievous Phantom'. I'm capable of 'Plundering' aspects of objects as well as objects themselves and then 'Transfer' them to anything else as I see fit. Oh, and I can also turn 'Invisible', but that's not as useful as you might think around these parts." He tacked on the last bit as he finished fixing the hole in the wall. "Oh yeah, and the things I plunder are turned into disks so that it's easier for me to keep track of. Pff, let's see..." Words failed to come to him as he tried to figure out what to say next. "I didn't participate in the last game, so I'd ask about you and what you've gone through, but considering how fucked up these games of ours can get, I'm sure you don't wanna talk about it." He blew some air out trying to think of what to tell her now. "Mmmm, let's see... Uhhh.... Oh, yeah, right. These games that we've been playing, you know that they were all to decide who would succeed the King of Aether, right?" The thieving Valen stopped working, holding a disk in his hands. "If you didn't, well, basically, that guy is tired of being head honcho and he wants someone to succeed him and what not. To decide who would take over, they decided to have these games to determine a successor. It's been a millennium since these games have started, and there hasn't been a winner. Wait, before I go on, did anyone else explain this to you before hand? Because I'd feel stupid telling you something you already know." He turned his muddled attention back to repairing the damage done by Muscle Brain and whoever else decided to join in on the brawl.
Smiling, the beautiful girl accepted his drink. After taking a sip of the clear liquid, she set it down and reached across, resting her hand lightly on his forearm. She chewed at her lower lip with bright blue eyes sparkling up at him. "I was hoping you would come find me after we left the Hall of Games. I was ever so interested in getting to know you more." She ran her thumb over the back of his hand in circular, massaging motions. The sensation from her touch was making him go crazy. Simply being in contact with her was arousing him. Her free hand smoothed out the skirt of her dress as she crossed her legs at the knees. She was inching closer and closer to him. He set his drink down and place his hand on her forearm, rubbing his thumb up and down her wrist. Things were getting really good when suddenly the good brewmistress decided to interrupt the moment by setting down a tray of drinks. He groaned as the woman knelt down and whispered into his ear. "Be a dear and fix this place up with your Plundering when you have time, won't you? ❤ Take Marina with you too, she needs to learn a few things. There's many more drinks where that came from, dear. ❤ I'll be right back, but when I return, I'd like to see all the others gathered 'round your table ready to talk about the incident. I'm trusting you, big boy. ❤" After hearing all of that, he groaned even louder. Sangria rose up to her feet and snapped her fingers, the alcohol in his glass turning into a milky looking liquid. "Try it, hun. I'm sure you'll all come to love it. Not even Valen can resist the temptation of downing reality! ❤" He stood up and grabbed the glass, skepticism clear on his face. "Uh-huh, yeah. Man, for someone who knows how to get people buzzed quick, you sure can kill it just as fast." Quick as he could, he downed the drink and set the glass back down on the table. "But man, can you make a good drink." He popped his neck from side to side and stretched his arms out before motioning for Marina to follow him. "C'mon. I got work to do and you have things to learn about." Slowly, he started to pick up the pieces that were broken off and turning them into disks. Once what was broken was turned into a disk through his Plunder power, he inserted it into whatever was broken to repair it. "Mmm, now that I think about it, I haven't properly introduced myself to you." He hadn't even bothered to turn around to properly address the girl following him. "Well, the name is Garret." His gaze met her blue eyed one as he worked without even looking at what he was doing. "My title is 'the Mischievous Phantom'. I'm capable of 'Plundering' aspects of objects as well as objects themselves and then 'Transfer' them to anything else as I see fit. Oh, and I can also turn 'Invisible', but that's not as useful as you might think around these parts." He tacked on the last bit as he finished fixing the hole in the wall. "Oh yeah, and the things I plunder are turned into disks so that it's easier for me to keep track of. Pff, let's see..." Words failed to come to him as he tried to figure out what to say next. "I didn't participate in the last game, so I'd ask about you and what you've gone through, but considering how fucked up these games of ours can get, I'm sure you don't wanna talk about it." He blew some air out trying to think of what to tell her now. "Mmmm, let's see... Uhhh.... Oh, yeah, right. These games that we've been playing, you know that they were all to decide who would succeed the King of Aether, right?" The thieving Valen stopped working, holding a disk in his hands. "If you didn't, well, basically, that guy is tired of being head honcho and he wants someone to succeed him and what not. To decide who would take over, they decided to have these games to determine a successor. It's been a millennium since these games have started, and there hasn't been a winner. Wait, before I go on, did anyone else explain this to you before hand? Because I'd feel stupid telling you something you already know." He turned his muddled attention back to repairing the damage done by Muscle Brain and whoever else decided to join in on the brawl.
Alejandra Rojas DAY: 66 - 4/4 | DATE: November 27th, 2013 [Wednesday] | LOCATION: Hotel Lobby in Rosario, Argentina The fair haired person across from her looked at her grimly from across the reception desk. "AS IT STANDS, NOT WELL. WE'VE BEEN LOSING OUR NUMBERS. TO BE COMPLETELY HONEST ALEJANDRA, WE CAN'T GUARANTEE YOUR SAFETY WHETHER YOU'RE WITH US OR NOT, WE CAN ONLY SAY THAT YOUR ODDS ARE A LITTLE HIGHER OF SURVIVING. HOWEVER, WE JUST HAD TWO PEOPLE DIE AND FOUR OTHERS WERE ABDUCTED." A pained look crossed his face, clearly remembering something. "I'M SORRY. I JUST -- I THOUGHT YOU SHOULD KNOW THE TRUTH. THE THINGS THAT ARE GOING ON RIGHT NOW ARE HORRIBLE, AND WE ARE THE ONLY ONES THAT CAN PREVENT IT. THOUGH, THAT MEANS NOT ALL OF US WILL SURVIVE IT." "I see..." She said with a blank stare at the pair. Golden eyes did his best to force a smile, though it wasn't exactly working. Anything they could try to say now wouldn't help her mood in the least bit. She was trying so hard not to leap at them and beat them to a bloody pulp. All of this information, this little revelation could've been kept to themselves. She could've lived out her life in peace, find a nice guy to settle down with and maybe start a family. But no, they had to tell her something that would shatter those dreams of normalcy. "IF YOU NEED PROOF ABOUT WHO AND WHAT YOU ARE, WE CAN SHOW YOU. THOUGH, BRANDON SORT OF DID THAT, DIDN'T HE?" He scowled at the kid who let sparks fly. That was rich, he was angry? She balled one of her hands into a tight fist, her nails digging into the flesh of her palm. "Look, why don't the two of you just leave." Subdued anger tinged her wavering voice. "Don't answer, don't even look my way, just turn to the hallways, say nothing and leave before I cave your faces in."
The fair haired person across from her looked at her grimly from across the reception desk. "AS IT STANDS, NOT WELL. WE'VE BEEN LOSING OUR NUMBERS. TO BE COMPLETELY HONEST ALEJANDRA, WE CAN'T GUARANTEE YOUR SAFETY WHETHER YOU'RE WITH US OR NOT, WE CAN ONLY SAY THAT YOUR ODDS ARE A LITTLE HIGHER OF SURVIVING. HOWEVER, WE JUST HAD TWO PEOPLE DIE AND FOUR OTHERS WERE ABDUCTED." A pained look crossed his face, clearly remembering something. "I'M SORRY. I JUST -- I THOUGHT YOU SHOULD KNOW THE TRUTH. THE THINGS THAT ARE GOING ON RIGHT NOW ARE HORRIBLE, AND WE ARE THE ONLY ONES THAT CAN PREVENT IT. THOUGH, THAT MEANS NOT ALL OF US WILL SURVIVE IT." "I see..." She said with a blank stare at the pair. Golden eyes did his best to force a smile, though it wasn't exactly working. Anything they could try to say now wouldn't help her mood in the least bit. She was trying so hard not to leap at them and beat them to a bloody pulp. All of this information, this little revelation could've been kept to themselves. She could've lived out her life in peace, find a nice guy to settle down with and maybe start a family. But no, they had to tell her something that would shatter those dreams of normalcy. "IF YOU NEED PROOF ABOUT WHO AND WHAT YOU ARE, WE CAN SHOW YOU. THOUGH, BRANDON SORT OF DID THAT, DIDN'T HE?" He scowled at the kid who let sparks fly. That was rich, he was angry? She balled one of her hands into a tight fist, her nails digging into the flesh of her palm. "Look, why don't the two of you just leave." Subdued anger tinged her wavering voice. "Don't answer, don't even look my way, just turn to the hallways, say nothing and leave before I cave your faces in."
After a little while of waiting for a response that never came, he patted Asterion on the shoulder before walking away. "So nice to have had a proper chat." As he walked away, he saw the kid who could do stuff with reflections motioning for a drink. With nothing more than a nod of the head, he tossed the bottle of tequila he had over to him. "Drink up!" he called out as it was in the air. Not bothering to watch if the kid caught it or not, he went straight over to the counter to swipe another alcoholic beverage. There didn't seem to be much else of interest for him to be going on, so grabbing another drink seemed to be the ideal solution to occupy his time. After swiping a bottle of vodka, and a few beers, this time, he made his way over to Marina, who had tried to calm everyone down to great success, and an extra glass. "You know, if it's worth anything, I'm not much of a fighter. Too much excitement for my tastes. No, I prefer to just sit and talk. Well, usually, anyways." He took a seat near where she was, popping the bottle open after fully settling into his spot. "So, that said, let's try to get to know each other better." He spoke to her as he poured out a couple of drinks. "Of course, that is if you want to." The tattooed Valen grabbed his glass and downed it in one swift motion. He poured more of the vodka into his glass before taking a sip of the beer as he sat there, watching the beautiful girl in front of him. Her figure, her dark hair, her gorgeous eyes, everything about her just screamed perfection. When it came to the others in the group, she was in a league of her own. Another swift motion and he knocked back another shot of the vodka and a sip of beer. This was more to his tastes, though he still found it to be lacking in strength. He continued to stare at her, holding the bottle of beer he's been sipping at by his side. "Man, no matter how many times I look at you, I can't get over how pretty you look." He said under his breath. He poured more vodka into his glass before realizing he had another glass with him that he had already poured. "Oh, where are my manners?" Quickly, he grabbed the poured drink and offered it to the new Valen. "Care for a drink? I knew there was something I was forgetting." He let out a sheepish chuckle.
After a little while of waiting for a response that never came, he patted Asterion on the shoulder before walking away. "So nice to have had a proper chat." As he walked away, he saw the kid who could do stuff with reflections motioning for a drink. With nothing more than a nod of the head, he tossed the bottle of tequila he had over to him. "Drink up!" he called out as it was in the air. Not bothering to watch if the kid caught it or not, he went straight over to the counter to swipe another alcoholic beverage. There didn't seem to be much else of interest for him to be going on, so grabbing another drink seemed to be the ideal solution to occupy his time. After swiping a bottle of vodka, and a few beers, this time, he made his way over to Marina, who had tried to calm everyone down to great success, and an extra glass. "You know, if it's worth anything, I'm not much of a fighter. Too much excitement for my tastes. No, I prefer to just sit and talk. Well, usually, anyways." He took a seat near where she was, popping the bottle open after fully settling into his spot. "So, that said, let's try to get to know each other better." He spoke to her as he poured out a couple of drinks. "Of course, that is if you want to." The tattooed Valen grabbed his glass and downed it in one swift motion. He poured more of the vodka into his glass before taking a sip of the beer as he sat there, watching the beautiful girl in front of him. Her figure, her dark hair, her gorgeous eyes, everything about her just screamed perfection. When it came to the others in the group, she was in a league of her own. Another swift motion and he knocked back another shot of the vodka and a sip of beer. This was more to his tastes, though he still found it to be lacking in strength. He continued to stare at her, holding the bottle of beer he's been sipping at by his side. "Man, no matter how many times I look at you, I can't get over how pretty you look." He said under his breath. He poured more vodka into his glass before realizing he had another glass with him that he had already poured. "Oh, where are my manners?" Quickly, he grabbed the poured drink and offered it to the new Valen. "Care for a drink? I knew there was something I was forgetting." He let out a sheepish chuckle.
Alejandra Rojas DAY: 66 - 3/4 | DATE: November 27th, 2013 [Wednesday] | LOCATION: Hotel Lobby in Rosario, Argentina As she continued to watch the golden eyed man, waiting for an answer to her questions, a strange fellow appeared form what seemed like thin air. Her gaze shifted to the much younger looking boy that had willed himself there. "Well my fine lady, we are indeed angels, and the only reason we'd tell you 'bout something this big is because, you must be an angel as well. Which meeeaaansss, that there are super adventurous times abound." Wait, what? She was an angel too? That's how she was connected to all of this? Well, that would've been a nice bit of information to know last night. She would definitely wring his throat the next time she saw him, or at the very least punch him in the face. Hard. She watched him blankly as he hopped up a bit, producing what looked like electricity from his finger tips. The boy cleared his throat before continuing, "So yeah, basically what being a fallen angel entails is traveling around the world in search of other fallen angels all whilst getting stronger to allow ourselves the ability to fight the forces of hell who kind of want to take over the entire world, because they aren't nice." He stopped briefly to catch his breath before continuing. "I mean, you could choose to not come along, which is all fine and dandy, but for whatever reason, once you've been found out by us as a fallen angel the dark forces of hell may come after you, so there's strength in numbers when it comes to us. Make sense?" She stared at him, still processing what he just told her. If she understood him correctly, that meant that she was an angel the same as them, she now had the responsibility of finding others like them, becoming stronger, and fighting off the forces of hell and that while she had the choice to not go with them, hell's force would probably come after her, which would mean that going with them would be the safer bet over all because there was strength in numbers. Words whizzed about her head as she tried to find the right ones to say at that moment. However, each time she opened her mouth, words failed to leave them. She was truly dumbfounded about what to say to that. "So... Then that means...." She slowly started. "I pretty much have no choice, then." At last she managed to say something. "I mean, from the way Mr. Straightforward put it, it's either I join you or die by being overwhelmed by Hell's forces." Alejandra tucked her hair behind her ear. "Between you and me, not dying sounds like the obvious choice," she quipped. "I mean, any sane person would choose to live. But, let me ask you this: This battle against Hell, what are the chances of us surviving with the people and the training you have right now?"
As she continued to watch the golden eyed man, waiting for an answer to her questions, a strange fellow appeared form what seemed like thin air. Her gaze shifted to the much younger looking boy that had willed himself there. "Well my fine lady, we are indeed angels, and the only reason we'd tell you 'bout something this big is because, you must be an angel as well. Which meeeaaansss, that there are super adventurous times abound." Wait, what? She was an angel too? That's how she was connected to all of this? Well, that would've been a nice bit of information to know last night. She would definitely wring his throat the next time she saw him, or at the very least punch him in the face. Hard. She watched him blankly as he hopped up a bit, producing what looked like electricity from his finger tips. The boy cleared his throat before continuing, "So yeah, basically what being a fallen angel entails is traveling around the world in search of other fallen angels all whilst getting stronger to allow ourselves the ability to fight the forces of hell who kind of want to take over the entire world, because they aren't nice." He stopped briefly to catch his breath before continuing. "I mean, you could choose to not come along, which is all fine and dandy, but for whatever reason, once you've been found out by us as a fallen angel the dark forces of hell may come after you, so there's strength in numbers when it comes to us. Make sense?" She stared at him, still processing what he just told her. If she understood him correctly, that meant that she was an angel the same as them, she now had the responsibility of finding others like them, becoming stronger, and fighting off the forces of hell and that while she had the choice to not go with them, hell's force would probably come after her, which would mean that going with them would be the safer bet over all because there was strength in numbers. Words whizzed about her head as she tried to find the right ones to say at that moment. However, each time she opened her mouth, words failed to leave them. She was truly dumbfounded about what to say to that. "So... Then that means...." She slowly started. "I pretty much have no choice, then." At last she managed to say something. "I mean, from the way Mr. Straightforward put it, it's either I join you or die by being overwhelmed by Hell's forces." Alejandra tucked her hair behind her ear. "Between you and me, not dying sounds like the obvious choice," she quipped. "I mean, any sane person would choose to live. But, let me ask you this: This battle against Hell, what are the chances of us surviving with the people and the training you have right now?"
Alejandra Rojas DAY: 66 - 3/4 | DATE: November 27th, 2013 [Wednesday] | LOCATION: Hotel Lobby in Rosario, Argentina She stood at the reception desk, mulling over everything she had heard the other night. Whether or not that Vincent guy was crazy or not was still up in the air, though she doubted that a man willing to cut himself so deeply and go on about his business as normal was anything less than insane. Still, the fact that his wound healed so quickly could've been a magic trick. Possibly. At this point, she was practically praying that he didn't actually cut himself and that everything he pulled was a sick, twisted joke played on her for his pleasure. If that was the case, she could just knock him out and be done with it all. If not, then what the hell was the point of even approaching her about it? Telling her that him and his little group of friends were angels and whatnot. It was crazy. Absolutely crazy. But then again, crazier things have been happening. Things she wouldn't like to be involved with if at all possible. With things going to shit left and right around them, eyes would probably focus on them. So many eyes. So much unwarranted attention. Her train of thought was interrupted when a fair haired man who she recognized as one of the people in blondie's group cleared his throat. He glanced around first before actually speaking. "EXCUSE ME. ALEJANDRA RIGHT? I WANTED TO TALK TO YOU ABOUT YOUR NIGHT WITH VINCENT." Whoa, the way he put it implies that something more than just dinner happened. She had to calm herself down and take a quick breath. "Well, sir, I may have a question or two about last night as well." She said with a feigned smile. "First off, is it really true? The whole 'being angels' business, I mean." Nervously, she fiddled with a stray lock of her hair. "And if it is, why tell me about it? How does it affect me?" She rubbed the back of her tattooed hand and started to look all over. "And just what exactly-" The stammering woman stopped herself before going on. "Sorry. Just, please answer my first two questions. I shouldn't bombard you with so many questions at once." She forced herself to look straight into his golden gaze, trying not to get lost in them.
She stood at the reception desk, mulling over everything she had heard the other night. Whether or not that Vincent guy was crazy or not was still up in the air, though she doubted that a man willing to cut himself so deeply and go on about his business as normal was anything less than insane. Still, the fact that his wound healed so quickly could've been a magic trick. Possibly. At this point, she was practically praying that he didn't actually cut himself and that everything he pulled was a sick, twisted joke played on her for his pleasure. If that was the case, she could just knock him out and be done with it all. If not, then what the hell was the point of even approaching her about it? Telling her that him and his little group of friends were angels and whatnot. It was crazy. Absolutely crazy. But then again, crazier things have been happening. Things she wouldn't like to be involved with if at all possible. With things going to shit left and right around them, eyes would probably focus on them. So many eyes. So much unwarranted attention. Her train of thought was interrupted when a fair haired man who she recognized as one of the people in blondie's group cleared his throat. He glanced around first before actually speaking. "EXCUSE ME. ALEJANDRA RIGHT? I WANTED TO TALK TO YOU ABOUT YOUR NIGHT WITH VINCENT." Whoa, the way he put it implies that something more than just dinner happened. She had to calm herself down and take a quick breath. "Well, sir, I may have a question or two about last night as well." She said with a feigned smile. "First off, is it really true? The whole 'being angels' business, I mean." Nervously, she fiddled with a stray lock of her hair. "And if it is, why tell me about it? How does it affect me?" She rubbed the back of her tattooed hand and started to look all over. "And just what exactly-" The stammering woman stopped herself before going on. "Sorry. Just, please answer my first two questions. I shouldn't bombard you with so many questions at once." She forced herself to look straight into his golden gaze, trying not to get lost in them.
As the mayhem in the bar happened, Garret just leaned back against the bag counter, downing glass after glass of straight whiskey. Not his usual drink of choice, but then again, he doubted they'd have anything he'd like. After a while, he just ditched the glass and started to drink straight from the bottle. It wasn't like anyone was paying any particular mind to him. He was just standing there, drinking, minding his own business as the others went all aggro on each other. It was quite the entertaining show, to be sure. The best part was definitely when the muscle bound idiot started the whole thing with a drop kick. There is something so amusing about seeing such a roided up ape man flying through the air with all of the grace of a banana. People flying around, crashing into tables, breaking them in half, it was all loads of fun to watch. "Ooooh, that's gotta smart." He quipped before taking another swig from the whiskey bottle. After finishing the bottle, he tossed it away haphazardly before grabbing another bottle of whatever alcohol was behind the counter. This time, he grabbed a bottle of tequila. After looking at it for a while, he shrugged as he opened the bottle and began to down the alcoholic drink. He sucked down a good amount of it before continuing to watch the chaos. As he took another swig from his bottle, he heard a familiar boisterous voice shout, "NO! DOORS ARE FOR PUSSIES!" The moment he heard that, he put the tequila down and spit out what was in his mouth, coughing from nearly choking on the spirit. He couldn't help but laugh at that. Such a matter-of-fact statement about something as simple as using doors. Ah, how the simple-minded think. He grabbed the bottle of tequila again before walking over to Asterion, putting his arm around his shoulder. "That is quite the kid you got there, huh dad?" the scarlet-haired Valen mocked. "Want a drink?" He asked, offering the bottle in his hand. "I got tequila~" Before actually handing it off, he took another gulp of the stuff. "Not as strong as I might want it, but hey, alcohol is alcohol."
As the mayhem in the bar happened, Garret just leaned back against the bag counter, downing glass after glass of straight whiskey. Not his usual drink of choice, but then again, he doubted they'd have anything he'd like. After a while, he just ditched the glass and started to drink straight from the bottle. It wasn't like anyone was paying any particular mind to him. He was just standing there, drinking, minding his own business as the others went all aggro on each other. It was quite the entertaining show, to be sure. The best part was definitely when the muscle bound idiot started the whole thing with a drop kick. There is something so amusing about seeing such a roided up ape man flying through the air with all of the grace of a banana. People flying around, crashing into tables, breaking them in half, it was all loads of fun to watch. "Ooooh, that's gotta smart." He quipped before taking another swig from the whiskey bottle. After finishing the bottle, he tossed it away haphazardly before grabbing another bottle of whatever alcohol was behind the counter. This time, he grabbed a bottle of tequila. After looking at it for a while, he shrugged as he opened the bottle and began to down the alcoholic drink. He sucked down a good amount of it before continuing to watch the chaos. As he took another swig from his bottle, he heard a familiar boisterous voice shout, "NO! DOORS ARE FOR PUSSIES!" The moment he heard that, he put the tequila down and spit out what was in his mouth, coughing from nearly choking on the spirit. He couldn't help but laugh at that. Such a matter-of-fact statement about something as simple as using doors. Ah, how the simple-minded think. He grabbed the bottle of tequila again before walking over to Asterion, putting his arm around his shoulder. "That is quite the kid you got there, huh dad?" the scarlet-haired Valen mocked. "Want a drink?" He asked, offering the bottle in his hand. "I got tequila~" Before actually handing it off, he took another gulp of the stuff. "Not as strong as I might want it, but hey, alcohol is alcohol."
Fate may pull the strings and who knows what tomorrow brings? But tonight we stand together!
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Alejandra Rojas DAY: 65 - 4/4 | DATE: November 26th, 2013 [Tuesday] | LOCATION: Alejandra's House in Rosario, Argentina As soon as she got home, she started to take off all of her clothes and prepped a bath for herself. Once the bath was filled and the rising steam filled the bathroom she hopped in and let the soothing heat fill her body, leaning back and shutting her eyes. The image of Blondie cutting his arm open the way he did rushed back into her head. Her eyes opened violently and she sat up in the bathtub, the image refusing to go away. What he had told her, that those news events weren't isolated incidents, were they really true? Did what he said really hold any ounce of truth to them? There was really only one way to find out. She would have to talk with his entire group and find out the truth, as well as anything else they might know. She was also curious how she fit into all of this. After finishing up her bath and wrapping a towel around herself, she went to her bed and put on a fresh set of clothes for sleeping. She sat herself up on her bed, staring at the empty screen across from her. Talking to Vince's little group is the only way she'll ever get any piece of mind. The image of his arm just wouldn't get out of her mind. It's like it ingrained itself into her mind, continually going to plague her until she confronts them about it again. That guy was really good, she admitted. "Weird prick." To show her something as gruesome as that out of absolutely nowhere. Some people would like a little bit of warning before you pull that kind of shit. Actually, almost any person you'd go up to would ask for some kind of warning. The only people who could realistically get away with pulling that kind of stunt was a street magician, like David Blaine. Perturbed, the young woman eventually turned on the television and tried to find something that would take her mind off of what she had seen. Nothing was really working and eventually, she caved and left it on a random channel before forcefully shutting her eyes and trying to will herself to sleep. Hopefully the night would pass without anything too drastic happening. Vincent Antonio Zeppeli DAY: 65 - 4/4 | DATE: November 26th, 2013 [Tuesday] | LOCATION: Hotel in Rosario, Argentina After getting back to the hotel and going to his room, he realized that he forgot to tell her that she was a fallen angel herself. "Aw, dammit! I knew I forgot something!" He beat himself up as he got into the shower and washed his body. With a towel draped over his head and a fresh set of boxers on, he made his way back into his room and towards his bed. "Damn, I really hope she comes back to talk to us. I need to tell her she's one of us. Ahh, so stupid!" He fell backwards onto his bed as he continued to berate himself for forgetting such a crucial detail. He stared at the ceiling, just wondering what in the hell he was going to do about that. He'd probably have to tell the others that he messed that part up. Though, hopefully, he had left her wanting more, enough for her to come back for an explanation. Otherwise, he'd be horribly screwed. After letting himself have it for his slip of the mind, he fell asleep comfortably in his bed.
As soon as she got home, she started to take off all of her clothes and prepped a bath for herself. Once the bath was filled and the rising steam filled the bathroom she hopped in and let the soothing heat fill her body, leaning back and shutting her eyes. The image of Blondie cutting his arm open the way he did rushed back into her head. Her eyes opened violently and she sat up in the bathtub, the image refusing to go away. What he had told her, that those news events weren't isolated incidents, were they really true? Did what he said really hold any ounce of truth to them? There was really only one way to find out. She would have to talk with his entire group and find out the truth, as well as anything else they might know. She was also curious how she fit into all of this. After finishing up her bath and wrapping a towel around herself, she went to her bed and put on a fresh set of clothes for sleeping. She sat herself up on her bed, staring at the empty screen across from her. Talking to Vince's little group is the only way she'll ever get any piece of mind. The image of his arm just wouldn't get out of her mind. It's like it ingrained itself into her mind, continually going to plague her until she confronts them about it again. That guy was really good, she admitted. "Weird prick." To show her something as gruesome as that out of absolutely nowhere. Some people would like a little bit of warning before you pull that kind of shit. Actually, almost any person you'd go up to would ask for some kind of warning. The only people who could realistically get away with pulling that kind of stunt was a street magician, like David Blaine. Perturbed, the young woman eventually turned on the television and tried to find something that would take her mind off of what she had seen. Nothing was really working and eventually, she caved and left it on a random channel before forcefully shutting her eyes and trying to will herself to sleep. Hopefully the night would pass without anything too drastic happening.
After getting back to the hotel and going to his room, he realized that he forgot to tell her that she was a fallen angel herself. "Aw, dammit! I knew I forgot something!" He beat himself up as he got into the shower and washed his body. With a towel draped over his head and a fresh set of boxers on, he made his way back into his room and towards his bed. "Damn, I really hope she comes back to talk to us. I need to tell her she's one of us. Ahh, so stupid!" He fell backwards onto his bed as he continued to berate himself for forgetting such a crucial detail. He stared at the ceiling, just wondering what in the hell he was going to do about that. He'd probably have to tell the others that he messed that part up. Though, hopefully, he had left her wanting more, enough for her to come back for an explanation. Otherwise, he'd be horribly screwed. After letting himself have it for his slip of the mind, he fell asleep comfortably in his bed.
Alejandra Rojas DAY: 65 - 4/4 | DATE: November 26th, 2013 [Tuesday] | LOCATION: Restaurant in Rosario, Argentina After enjoying a great dinner in a private booth and casually chatting about random subjects from favorite foods to tattoos, the two fell silent as they drank down the water in front of them. The air got fairly serious as the guy adjusted himself in his seat. He set down his glass and rubbed his forehead a little bit, clearly contemplating what he was going to say. There was no doubt that whatever he had to say, it would be serious. At least, she really hoped it was. "Alright, I've been trying really hard to figure out how to come out and say this without sounding crazy," Oh that wasn't good. "But I really can't do that because no matter how I say it, it's gonna sound crazy." That definitely was not good. "But first, let me ask you, have you heard about all of those plane crashes and strange weather events and 'zombie attacks'?" "I've heard bits about them," she answered as she nervously fiddled with a stray lock of hair. "Why?" "Well, those events aren't as isolated as you'd think." Instantly, she wanted to call bullshit. "How?" All of this seemed really sudden. "Alright, well, I can personally account for the weather and those 'zombie' attacks because the group I've been traveling with has been subjected to all of them." He was definitely right, this was sounding crazy. "See, the thing is," he started again. "We're not regular people." "How so?" She blurted out. "Well, um, to put it bluntly, we're fallen angels." Her expression dropped and she just stared at him blankly. "Yeah, I was expecting that." "Rightly so." The girl commented bluntly. "Yeah, I was skeptical at first too. But, uh... They showed me something that made me believe." "Oh yeah, and what was that?" This had to be good. "Well, uh, hold on a sec." Vincent looked around and called a waiter to ask for more napkins. When he came back with a bunch of them, he thanked him and sent him away before pulling out a pocket knife. "Whoa, what are you doing with that?" She tried to back further away from him. "Relax, I'm not gonna do anything to you." He said calmly as he pulled his sleeve up. She watched in shock as he slowly dragged the knife across his skin letting a flood of blood pour out onto a few napkins. "What the hell are you doing, are you nuts?" Panic shot through the entirety of her being as he set the knife aside and started to wipe the blood away from his arm. She fell silent again when he finished wiping off the blood to reveal that the deep cut he had inflicted on himself was completely gone. "Yeah, I was expecting that, too." "How did you- I mean- That's just-" She was stammering in disbelief as he displayed his arm. "As an angel, I have an advanced healing factor as well as the ability to heal others." The blondie calmly started to try to get rid of the bloody napkins. "While this isn't exactly what they showed me, they did display their powers for me. Made me believe. Figured I'd do the same." "That's..." "It's a lot to take in, I know. I've been there, too. Listen, take your time, think it over, and if you feel you're up for it, come talk to us again. We'll explain everything then." He said as he got up out of the booth, pulling out his wallet to go pay the bill. She just sat there, staring at the spot he was sitting at. When they got out of the restaurant, her face was still blank as he made his way to back to the hotel. "So-" "You don't have to say anything now," he interrupted her. "Just think it over." With a wave and a wink, he turned to walk to the hotel. She made her way back home, the image of his arm vivid in her mind.
After enjoying a great dinner in a private booth and casually chatting about random subjects from favorite foods to tattoos, the two fell silent as they drank down the water in front of them. The air got fairly serious as the guy adjusted himself in his seat. He set down his glass and rubbed his forehead a little bit, clearly contemplating what he was going to say. There was no doubt that whatever he had to say, it would be serious. At least, she really hoped it was. "Alright, I've been trying really hard to figure out how to come out and say this without sounding crazy," Oh that wasn't good. "But I really can't do that because no matter how I say it, it's gonna sound crazy." That definitely was not good. "But first, let me ask you, have you heard about all of those plane crashes and strange weather events and 'zombie attacks'?" "I've heard bits about them," she answered as she nervously fiddled with a stray lock of hair. "Why?" "Well, those events aren't as isolated as you'd think." Instantly, she wanted to call bullshit. "How?" All of this seemed really sudden. "Alright, well, I can personally account for the weather and those 'zombie' attacks because the group I've been traveling with has been subjected to all of them." He was definitely right, this was sounding crazy. "See, the thing is," he started again. "We're not regular people." "How so?" She blurted out. "Well, um, to put it bluntly, we're fallen angels." Her expression dropped and she just stared at him blankly. "Yeah, I was expecting that." "Rightly so." The girl commented bluntly. "Yeah, I was skeptical at first too. But, uh... They showed me something that made me believe." "Oh yeah, and what was that?" This had to be good. "Well, uh, hold on a sec." Vincent looked around and called a waiter to ask for more napkins. When he came back with a bunch of them, he thanked him and sent him away before pulling out a pocket knife. "Whoa, what are you doing with that?" She tried to back further away from him. "Relax, I'm not gonna do anything to you." He said calmly as he pulled his sleeve up. She watched in shock as he slowly dragged the knife across his skin letting a flood of blood pour out onto a few napkins. "What the hell are you doing, are you nuts?" Panic shot through the entirety of her being as he set the knife aside and started to wipe the blood away from his arm. She fell silent again when he finished wiping off the blood to reveal that the deep cut he had inflicted on himself was completely gone. "Yeah, I was expecting that, too." "How did you- I mean- That's just-" She was stammering in disbelief as he displayed his arm. "As an angel, I have an advanced healing factor as well as the ability to heal others." The blondie calmly started to try to get rid of the bloody napkins. "While this isn't exactly what they showed me, they did display their powers for me. Made me believe. Figured I'd do the same." "That's..." "It's a lot to take in, I know. I've been there, too. Listen, take your time, think it over, and if you feel you're up for it, come talk to us again. We'll explain everything then." He said as he got up out of the booth, pulling out his wallet to go pay the bill. She just sat there, staring at the spot he was sitting at. When they got out of the restaurant, her face was still blank as he made his way to back to the hotel. "So-" "You don't have to say anything now," he interrupted her. "Just think it over." With a wave and a wink, he turned to walk to the hotel. She made her way back home, the image of his arm vivid in her mind.
Alejandra Rojas DAY: 65 - 3/4 | DATE: November 26th, 2013 [Tuesday] | LOCATION: Hotel Lobby in Rosario, Argentina She had been patiently going about her business, helping people with questions, directions, and whatever else they came to her with. It had been getting to be a bit of a bother, but her shift would be over soon enough so she could suck it up and deal for a few more minutes. A few of the people were a little more than annoying. A few of them were a little more than strong coming on to her. If she hadn't been working right then, she would've decked every guy that hit on her right in the face. It more than pissed her off that they had the gall to even attempt that while she was working. Some people needed to learn to keep their hands off. When her shift was finally over she sat down in one of the chairs in the lobby for a little while to decompress. She closed her eyes as she reclined in the soft leather seat. There were so many things she wanted to do when she got home. Grab a good bite to eat, take a nice, long, soothing hot bath, maybe do some catching up on her reading, and whatever else she could think of. Just the thought of it was starting to make her feel better. "Just get off work?" the familiar voice came from behind. Ugh, this guy. He was one of the guys who had tried to hit on her earlier. When he came in, he was with a fairly large group. He came back later after they had all gotten settled in and tried to flirt with her a bit. She told him to maybe come back when she got off work. What she had really meant was "go away, I don't want to talk to you, creep." She opened her eyes and turned to look at him. "Yeah, just now," she said as she got up out of the chair and straightened her skirt. "What do you want?" "Oh, just wanted to chat. Get to know you a little bit." There it was. This guy just wanted to get some. Though, she had to commend him for actually waiting until she got off of work. "Uh-huh. Yeah, sure you do." She said under her breath. "What?" "Nothing. Nothing at all. So what did you have in mind?" The annoyed woman said as she forced a smile. "Well, I thought maybe I'd take you to dinner and talk." The guy, Vincent as he had introduced himself earlier, offered. "Mmm, that's really tempting-" she started. Before she could get any further, the blondie cut her off, "Listen, there's something important I, or rather my group, need to discuss with you." That was a new one. "Beg pardon?" Group? What was this? Did they all want to have turns with her or something fucked up like that? She took a step back as she watched him carefully. His face seemed more serious than before. "Why are you stepping back?" He asked. "Listen, I seriously just wanna talk. Grab a bite and get to know you and try to explain something to you. Nothing more than that." She stood there, listening to him. He seemed really serious about just wanting to have a chat. His face told her that what he wanted to say was fairly urgent. After considering her options, she started to walk towards the door. "Fine. If you really just wanna talk, let's go. I know a great place that's nearby." They walked out of the hotel together and started down the sidewalk. Suddenly, she stopped and put a finger up to stop Vincent. "Oh, but if you try to go further, I'm storming out, got it?" "Noted." He said as he held his hands up. She turned and they started to walk again, slowly approaching their destination.
She had been patiently going about her business, helping people with questions, directions, and whatever else they came to her with. It had been getting to be a bit of a bother, but her shift would be over soon enough so she could suck it up and deal for a few more minutes. A few of the people were a little more than annoying. A few of them were a little more than strong coming on to her. If she hadn't been working right then, she would've decked every guy that hit on her right in the face. It more than pissed her off that they had the gall to even attempt that while she was working. Some people needed to learn to keep their hands off. When her shift was finally over she sat down in one of the chairs in the lobby for a little while to decompress. She closed her eyes as she reclined in the soft leather seat. There were so many things she wanted to do when she got home. Grab a good bite to eat, take a nice, long, soothing hot bath, maybe do some catching up on her reading, and whatever else she could think of. Just the thought of it was starting to make her feel better. "Just get off work?" the familiar voice came from behind. Ugh, this guy. He was one of the guys who had tried to hit on her earlier. When he came in, he was with a fairly large group. He came back later after they had all gotten settled in and tried to flirt with her a bit. She told him to maybe come back when she got off work. What she had really meant was "go away, I don't want to talk to you, creep." She opened her eyes and turned to look at him. "Yeah, just now," she said as she got up out of the chair and straightened her skirt. "What do you want?" "Oh, just wanted to chat. Get to know you a little bit." There it was. This guy just wanted to get some. Though, she had to commend him for actually waiting until she got off of work. "Uh-huh. Yeah, sure you do." She said under her breath. "What?" "Nothing. Nothing at all. So what did you have in mind?" The annoyed woman said as she forced a smile. "Well, I thought maybe I'd take you to dinner and talk." The guy, Vincent as he had introduced himself earlier, offered. "Mmm, that's really tempting-" she started. Before she could get any further, the blondie cut her off, "Listen, there's something important I, or rather my group, need to discuss with you." That was a new one. "Beg pardon?" Group? What was this? Did they all want to have turns with her or something fucked up like that? She took a step back as she watched him carefully. His face seemed more serious than before. "Why are you stepping back?" He asked. "Listen, I seriously just wanna talk. Grab a bite and get to know you and try to explain something to you. Nothing more than that." She stood there, listening to him. He seemed really serious about just wanting to have a chat. His face told her that what he wanted to say was fairly urgent. After considering her options, she started to walk towards the door. "Fine. If you really just wanna talk, let's go. I know a great place that's nearby." They walked out of the hotel together and started down the sidewalk. Suddenly, she stopped and put a finger up to stop Vincent. "Oh, but if you try to go further, I'm storming out, got it?" "Noted." He said as he held his hands up. She turned and they started to walk again, slowly approaching their destination.
