Garret wandered off on his own and looked around and found a staircase to the lower levels. He looked around and saw a couple of barrels labeled as "wine". Although he wasn't quite sure, something inside of him said that it may not be what's being advertised. He dismissed the barrels and continued to search around. Eventually, he happened upon an entrance of some kind. Quietly, he peeked in past the entrance and looked all around. He figured, based on what he saw, it was a dungeon of some sort. Maybe it'd be a good idea to check on it later.
Garret wandered off on his own and looked around and found a staircase to the lower levels. He looked around and saw a couple of barrels labeled as "wine". Although he wasn't quite sure, something inside of him said that it may not be what's being advertised. He dismissed the barrels and continued to search around. Eventually, he happened upon an entrance of some kind. Quietly, he peeked in past the entrance and looked all around. He figured, based on what he saw, it was a dungeon of some sort. Maybe it'd be a good idea to check on it later.
After a bit of concern and talking things out, a fairly large portion of the people that were in the foyer of the Hall decided to go looking for the demoness and the others that accompanied her. It seemed bizarre that they hadn't made their way back already. It was even more bizarre that the whole Hall was trembling and, from the sounds of it, that parts of it were collapsing. All of this was so sudden, they couldn't really make heads or tails of it or why it's happening. For now, they had to focus on finding the group that left. They might've found out something about why things were going to shit, so finding them was a good idea. After a while of searching, they happened upon a gated garden on the roof where the demoness, the witch and the two others were. Well, they finally found what they were looking for, as well as the source of the ringing. It was a large bell with something written on it. That much was apparent, though he had no idea where the hell it was from or what it was doing there. Garret stared at it in awe, mouth agape. "Holy shit, that's a big ass bell..." he muttered. When he was done admiring the size of the bell, he composed himself and opened the gate in front of him. "Hey, you guys, just what the hell is that thing?" He had hoped that the know-it all demoness would actually know something about the bell. Just looking at the thing gave him an overwhelming sense of foreboding. As if something major was about to go down. Something that would change things drastically.
After a bit of concern and talking things out, a fairly large portion of the people that were in the foyer of the Hall decided to go looking for the demoness and the others that accompanied her. It seemed bizarre that they hadn't made their way back already. It was even more bizarre that the whole Hall was trembling and, from the sounds of it, that parts of it were collapsing. All of this was so sudden, they couldn't really make heads or tails of it or why it's happening. For now, they had to focus on finding the group that left. They might've found out something about why things were going to shit, so finding them was a good idea. After a while of searching, they happened upon a gated garden on the roof where the demoness, the witch and the two others were. Well, they finally found what they were looking for, as well as the source of the ringing. It was a large bell with something written on it. That much was apparent, though he had no idea where the hell it was from or what it was doing there. Garret stared at it in awe, mouth agape. "Holy shit, that's a big ass bell..." he muttered. When he was done admiring the size of the bell, he composed himself and opened the gate in front of him. "Hey, you guys, just what the hell is that thing?" He had hoped that the know-it all demoness would actually know something about the bell. Just looking at the thing gave him an overwhelming sense of foreboding. As if something major was about to go down. Something that would change things drastically.
Joslyn Taylor Jones DAY: 64 - 4/4 | DATE: November 25th, 2013 [Monday] | LOCATION: Hotel ==> Airplane He sighed as he took the can. "IT WILL DO FOR NOW. THANK YOU." Leon scooped up what ever of the ashes was left on the ground and placed it into the coffee can. After finishing up, he stood up and dusted himself off. He pat the girl on the head as he looked around aimlessly. "IT'S TIME FOR US TO GO." Soon, everyone got up and gathered whatever it was they had with them before heading to a plane. Everyone inside was in a rather solemn mood, and with good reason. After what just happened, it would take a heartless monster to continue on as if nothing had changed. Everything had changed, and in a big bad way. She reclined in her seat as she vacantly stared out of the window. There was no telling who else would die in the group. In fact, there wasn't a guarantee that any of them would survive. Still, a very dim ray of hope remained that they would. A dim ray that continued to weaken with each passing day. Eventually, with these heavy thoughts whizzing about her mind, she fell asleep.
He sighed as he took the can. "IT WILL DO FOR NOW. THANK YOU." Leon scooped up what ever of the ashes was left on the ground and placed it into the coffee can. After finishing up, he stood up and dusted himself off. He pat the girl on the head as he looked around aimlessly. "IT'S TIME FOR US TO GO." Soon, everyone got up and gathered whatever it was they had with them before heading to a plane. Everyone inside was in a rather solemn mood, and with good reason. After what just happened, it would take a heartless monster to continue on as if nothing had changed. Everything had changed, and in a big bad way. She reclined in her seat as she vacantly stared out of the window. There was no telling who else would die in the group. In fact, there wasn't a guarantee that any of them would survive. Still, a very dim ray of hope remained that they would. A dim ray that continued to weaken with each passing day. Eventually, with these heavy thoughts whizzing about her mind, she fell asleep.
Joslyn Taylor Jones DAY: 64 - 4/4 | DATE: November 25th, 2013 [Monday] | LOCATION: Hotel in Stanley, Falkland Island Leon lifted his head and his usual golden eyes were dull and lifeless. Staring at them told her everything about how he was feeling and it tore at her. "HI JOSLYN, AZAZEL." He lowered his gaze and dug his fingers into the dirt, brushing off her question. "JOSLYN, COULD YOU DO ME A FAVOR?" He asked solemnly. "COULD YOU TRY TO FIND ME A SMALL BOTTLE OF SOME KIND IN THE HOTEL. WE NEED TO LEAVE, BUT I DON'T WANT TO LEAVE WITHOUT URIEL." The white-haired teenager was confused by what he was saying, but seeing how he was at the moment, she didn't want to object to it. "Yeah, s-sure," she said in a resigned manner. She stood up and made her way into the destroyed hotel in search of anything that could be used as a container. She rummaged around and eventually found an empty coffee can in the kitchen that looked good to use. With coffee can in hand, she made her way back outside to where Leon had been. It seemed like he hadn't moved an inch ever since she went off searching. The girl held it out to the morose man sitting on the ground. "Here, maybe t-this will do."
Leon lifted his head and his usual golden eyes were dull and lifeless. Staring at them told her everything about how he was feeling and it tore at her. "HI JOSLYN, AZAZEL." He lowered his gaze and dug his fingers into the dirt, brushing off her question. "JOSLYN, COULD YOU DO ME A FAVOR?" He asked solemnly. "COULD YOU TRY TO FIND ME A SMALL BOTTLE OF SOME KIND IN THE HOTEL. WE NEED TO LEAVE, BUT I DON'T WANT TO LEAVE WITHOUT URIEL." The white-haired teenager was confused by what he was saying, but seeing how he was at the moment, she didn't want to object to it. "Yeah, s-sure," she said in a resigned manner. She stood up and made her way into the destroyed hotel in search of anything that could be used as a container. She rummaged around and eventually found an empty coffee can in the kitchen that looked good to use. With coffee can in hand, she made her way back outside to where Leon had been. It seemed like he hadn't moved an inch ever since she went off searching. The girl held it out to the morose man sitting on the ground. "Here, maybe t-this will do."
Joslyn Taylor Jones DAY: 64 - 3/4 | DATE: November 25th, 2013 [Monday] | LOCATION: Outside of Hotel in Stanley, Falkland Island The day before had been absolutely horrible. She had been crying over the loss of Hay Sun and the kidnapping of a few others ever since. She was an absolute train wreck of emotions at the moment. Joslyn was depressed over the loss of another person, frightened by the demons that had attacked, anxious to leave and find safety, and incredibly worried about the safety of Hana and the others who had been kidnapped. Everything was happening so quickly and it was all too much for her. She just wanted this whole thing to be over with so that more people wouldn't have to suffer. All of the pain and suffering was breaking her fragile, little heart. After being cooped up in one of the hotel rooms for a while, she decided to go outside and see what it was like out. To her relief, it didn't seem like there was anything dangerous roaming about. She wandered outside and noticed that Leon had been sitting on the ground, twirling his finger in the dirt where Hay Sun was burned. The way he looked, dragging his finger through the ground like that, reminded her of the day Hana told her that they would be escaping. How she herself, prior to her red-haired friend's arrival, had just been twirling her finger around the grass. "God, Ariel must be really broken up about losing Uriel like that." The angel noted as they both watched him from a distance. "He must've really loved her." "That is a bit of an understatement," Azazel let out. "His attachment to Uriel borders on obssession." "I can't really say I understand that," the pale-skinned girl started. "but I can understand that he's hurting right now." Hesitantly, she started to make her way over to the downtrodden angel and knelt beside him. "Hey, L-Leon. How are you h-h-holding up?"
The day before had been absolutely horrible. She had been crying over the loss of Hay Sun and the kidnapping of a few others ever since. She was an absolute train wreck of emotions at the moment. Joslyn was depressed over the loss of another person, frightened by the demons that had attacked, anxious to leave and find safety, and incredibly worried about the safety of Hana and the others who had been kidnapped. Everything was happening so quickly and it was all too much for her. She just wanted this whole thing to be over with so that more people wouldn't have to suffer. All of the pain and suffering was breaking her fragile, little heart. After being cooped up in one of the hotel rooms for a while, she decided to go outside and see what it was like out. To her relief, it didn't seem like there was anything dangerous roaming about. She wandered outside and noticed that Leon had been sitting on the ground, twirling his finger in the dirt where Hay Sun was burned. The way he looked, dragging his finger through the ground like that, reminded her of the day Hana told her that they would be escaping. How she herself, prior to her red-haired friend's arrival, had just been twirling her finger around the grass. "God, Ariel must be really broken up about losing Uriel like that." The angel noted as they both watched him from a distance. "He must've really loved her." "That is a bit of an understatement," Azazel let out. "His attachment to Uriel borders on obssession." "I can't really say I understand that," the pale-skinned girl started. "but I can understand that he's hurting right now." Hesitantly, she started to make her way over to the downtrodden angel and knelt beside him. "Hey, L-Leon. How are you h-h-holding up?"
A dull throbbing slowly started to bring him to his senses. His head was in major pain as he slowly started to move his arms around. The crimson-haired man slowly tried to open his eyes, though what little light came through his barely open eyelids was enough for him to shut them again. He tried to open them once more as he tried to force himself upright. His body was having none of it and he was lying on his side again on what seemed like the hard floor. As he lay there, he tried to remember exactly where he was and what he was doing. He tried again to sit up and open his eyes, with a little more success than last time. Barely open, his vision was greatly limited and the light that was there seemed brighter than staring into a floodlight. He sat there, rubbing his eyes as the dull throbbing in his head continued on like the rapid-fire pecking of a woodpecker. Just what the hell was he doing that left him in a state like this? As he smacked his lips, his throat parched, he started to remember that he was in a bar. In fact, he was here quaffing a steady stream of any and all alcohol this place had to offer. He was there with a few others, though who the others were was a total blur. All he could remember at the moment was that he got pretty fucked up earlier. Anything beyond the fact he was drinking was all muddled up, thanks in no small part to the aforementioned drinking. "Ah, you're awake," a distinctly female voice blared at him. "Ah, not so loud!" the hungover Valen said in a hushed voice. "So sorry," she responded in a much quieter voice. "It's okay..." His eyes opened wider to look at the veiled face talking to him. "So, uh... What the hell happened here?" "You and a few others had a most wonderful time with the brewmistress, drinking her finest creations." She knelt down and offered another drink that was in her hand. "Here, this should help your hangover." He held his hand out, motioning for her to hold on to the drink. "Just... Give me a minute." Slowly, he forced his fingers into his skull, as if he was going to pull something out. Sure enough, after a bit of fiddling, the red-haired Valen pulled out what looked like a disc from his head. A gaping slot stood in its place for a few seconds before filling itself in. "Ah, that's better." Just like that, the dull throbbing in his head, sensitivity to lights and sounds, and muddled thoughts were gone. Poof. "Well, thanks for the offer, but I think I like my own quick fix better." He casually spun the disk around as he stood up, full of energy. "Oh my! How did you manage that?" "Cool, huh?" He asked right back. "It's simple, really. I just plundered the hangover symptoms from my body. I don't really need to hang on to this though, huh?" He held the disk up in both hands before snapping it in half, the disc slowly crumbling away in halves. "Oh, and the brewmistress went through the trouble of making this." The handmaiden commented on the drink she was holding. "Ah, yeah. She probably shouldn't have." Garret said nonchalantly. "Speaking of which, where is your brewmistress?" He looked around but couldn't seem to find a trace of her. "The brewmistress went to the Hall of Games." Silence fell between the two as the others around them went about their business. He kept staring at her, slowly realizing what she just said. "Oh shit, I'm supposed to be there too. Well, thanks so much for the fun times, but I have to be on my way now." With a wink and a wave, he was out of the bar in seconds. He needed to make it over to the Hall as well, hopefully he wouldn't be the last one to show up. As he approached the Hall of Games, he thought of sneaking in using his invisibility powers to see if he was the last one or not. Though, he remembered that powers were severely limited inside, so his imperceptibility may not be as strong as he would like. After thinking it through a bit, he waltzed into the hall, where he saw several other Valen already gathered. He hadn't participated in the last game, so he had no idea who won or what they looked like. All he really knew was that it was a she and that her name was Marina. He walked forward, closer to the group assembled in front of him, and scanned the faces for an unfamiliar one. When he found it, he was more than ecstatic to see that it was a pretty one. "Well hello there," he said as he walked up to the new face. A wolf whistle escaped him as he admired her appearance. "I gotta say, you are one fine specimen."
Samuel Riviera DAY: 63 - 4/4 | DATE: November 24th, 2013 [Sunday] | :LOCATION: Hotel in Stanley, Falkland Island After the hell that went down, he sat down in one of the rooms, unable to catch a wink of sleep. He sat there, wondering how differently things could've gone had they been more active. Maybe no one would've had to die had they been more attentive. It was a horrible thing to even think about, but the fact that people are gone won't change because of it. As he looked over to where the pale skinned girl and the blond Italian were sleeping, he couldn't help but wonder what happened if one of them disappeared or died. Would he feel guilt over it? Would he be angry at being unable to repay a debt? He couldn't say. Even so, to say that he didn't feel a tinge of sadness over the loss of Hay Sun was a lie. Despite her harsh words the last time they spoke, he held hope that she'd turn around and mellow out. Eventually. This was not something he would've wished on her, nor did he want to think about it. As he lay down, uncertain of whether he could save the others or not, his mind wandered here and there before finally settling into sleep.
Samuel Riviera DAY: 63 - 3/4 | DATE: November 24th, 2013 [Sunday] | LOCATION: Hotel in Stanley, Falkland Island The hotel flew into a chaos as the others around the group suddenly started to become possessed. Sam didn't like the idea of believing in the Chicken Winged Bastard's words, but this forced him to believe. "Oh damn, not this shit again!" There were so many of them in the building, staying in there was a stupid idea. Quickly, he paved his own way through the crowded building to the outside, regardless of any others. Through fire and flame, he made it out, with Vincent and Joslyn hurriedly following behind him.
Samuel Riviera DAY: 63 - 2/4 | DATE: November 24th, 2013 [Sunday] | LOCATION: Hotel in Stanley, Falkland Island Suddenly, as they were talking, the people around them stopped moving completely. No hand movements, no lip flapping, not even the steady rise and fall of breathing. Everyone except for their little group of fallen angels was frozen in place. Then, the doors flew open and in stepped the Chicken Winged Bastard. His face was bruised up, and he was holding up his hands as if he were surrendering to them. "You've got a lot of nerve-" Sam started before being interrupted by Danel himself. "Relax. I just come with good news is all. I'll be out of your hair in no time." As if the bastard would bring them good news. It all seemed like some kind of sick joke. His eyes settled on the timid little girl holding on to the compass. "How's that compass treating you?" What the hell was he getting at? Did he know something about it? She has been very secretive with it as of late, so something must have happened. When he asked the question, she took a hesitant step back, clearly affected by the question. He quickly turned his attention back to the rest of the group standing in front of him. "Temeluchas has been breaking and is unstable. She has 'gone rogue' as you would say and no longer works for our cause. While this may sound good to you, it isn't. She is acting only on her own behalf with no regard for anyone else. Yesterday she nearly wiped out all of Little Rock, Arkansas; stealing souls and burning buildings. That is only a taste of her power and it'll only get worse as time goes on. She isn't helping anyone but herself and it doesn't matter who gets rid of her, so long as she is out of the picture." He took a step back and slipped his hands into his front pockets. Just what the hell was he thinking? Was he just asking them to do his dirty work now? That lazy son of a bitch, trying to push his problems onto them. However, the damage she seemed to be causing was no less real, regardless of who told them. "You arrogant asshole, shoving all of your dirty work onto us!" He spoke in a calm and collected manner despite his crystal clear anger. "What, afraid you'll get yourself killed trying to off her, or are you hoping that will happen to us if we go to stop her?" With a guy like him, there could be so many ulterior motives for what he was doing standing in front of them.
Joslyn Taylor Jones DAY: 63 - 2/4 | DATE: November 24th, 2013 [Sunday] | LOCATION: Hotel in Stanley, Falkland Island When she woke up, she heard a knocking at the door. She was a little surprised to find Leon knocking at her door. Apparently he was gathering them for a little meeting. What could it be about? After changing her clothes, she made her way to where he was gathering them. "SO, XATHANAEL MENTIONED SOMETHING ABOUT OTHER PEOPLE NEEDING THEIR WEAPONS? THERE'S LIKE SIX OF YOU OR SOMETHING, RIGHT?" He asked the group. "AND THAT MAGIC COMPASS FROM GABRIEL STARTED PICKING UP A SIGNAL AGAIN, BUT IT'S WEAK, RIGHT?" The golden-haired angel turned to look at her for confirmation. She kept the cracked compass hidden from everyone's view as she checked it. "That's right. It was b-bouncing around the last c-couple of times I checked it, t-too," the milquetoast teen answered back. It was difficult trying to look at the compass while hiding it, though she managed to do it with so doing. "I-It looks like we still have m-more angels to find." It was tossed out there that they would need to split up to get the rest of the weapons. That would be good for them to have everyone armed and ready for whatever was to come next. Another voice, Logan's, asked who didn't have their weapon yet. Joslyn looked around and tried to think of who wasn't with them when they got the weapons in London. "Umm... I don't think Vincent has h-his yet. I'm not sure w-who else doesn't have theirs, th-though."
Samuel Riviera DAY: 62 - 3/3 | DATE: November 23rd, 2013 [Saturday] | LOCATION: Forest ==> Hotel in Stanley, Falkland Island After vigorously working at it, he had finally managed to start that fire without using his powers. He sat back and stared at the slowly growing flame in front of him, a smile crossing his lips. "I did it..." He could hear the sound of sarcastic clapping. "Congratulations. Do you want a cookie?" It was clear that Abaddon was completely bored out of his mind. "Oh shut up. I finally managed to do pretty boy's request after working at it for a week." The tired man proudly proclaimed. "Yes, and a child might have done the same thing in less than a day," the dark angel said derisively. "What are you so pissy for?" He was genuinely confused by his attitude. "Because all of this time you wasted working on Ariel's request has cost me valuable training time. I've gotten you up to speed on your weapon handling and your quick switching, as well as more taught you more uses of your fire, but it's not good enough. It is nowhere near an acceptable level of power," the fallen started ranting. "I suppose that now you've finished this request, we'll have more time for our training. That is, unless the golden boy has something else for you to do." "And if he does?" He replied as he stood up to put out the fire before it grew too large. "I'm not too keen on you trying to change into someone more positive if it interferes with your training. If anything, I would rather have you be a harmful influence to Xathanael right now if it meant you would focus more on your training." His words were blunt and to the point. "I thought you cared for her?" The well-built man said as he started to walk back to the hotel. "To a degree. Unlike you, I don't let thoughts of others cloud my mind in regards to fighting and training. To me, destruction and power is deserving of truth. A warrior and fellow destroyer is worthy of respect and admiration. That is why I have tried to train you as best I can. Unfortunately, something always came up or got in the way of that," Abaddon spoke with passion. "With this time that we've been granted, there was more opportunity to make you stronger. However, you squandered a good chunk of that time with this endeavor of yours to become a better influence in this woman's life. An influence that may not last more than a month." "What's that supposed to mean?" Sam had no idea what he was talking about. "At the level you are now, I cannot guarantee you will survive a fight with Lucifer's forces." The large man stopped in his tracks. "That is why I train you so vigorously. So that you can stand a chance at surviving. Who knows, you may even be able to save a few of the others. That is up to you. Think about that before you go to sleep." After finally getting in gear and walking out of the forest, Sam made his way back to his hotel room. He went to the bathroom to take a quick shower before going to bed. As the water trickled down his body, he couldn't help but think about what Abaddon had said. The reason he was training him was because he wanted him to stand a chance? He had never really spoken to him about that kind of thing before. Was he getting so desperate that he felt the need to say that? There's no telling, but his words made a deep impression on him. Finished with the shower and wearing a fresh set of clothes, he lay down on his bed and stared up at the hotel ceiling. "Destruction and power is deserving of truth..." He muttered to himself. Was that his way of saying that he was trying to turn Sam into a respectable man? Someone worth the truth in his eyes? With these questions floating around in his mind, he closed his eyes and went to sleep. Joslyn Taylor Jones DAY: 62 - 3/3 | DATE: November 23rd, 2013 [Saturday] | LOCATION: Hotel in Stanley, Falkland Island "I've been doing good," Joslyn answered him sheepishly. "Umm... a-and yeah, getting in training is important..." She struggled to find what to say to the teenager playing with his tennis ball. The girl twiddled her fingers as she stood in front of him. "W-Well, anyways, u-umm..." "Ask him what he's thinking about." The angel suggested. "S-So... What are you th-thinking about?" After having a rousing chat with Brandon, Joslyn made her way back to her room and took a bath. "See? That wasn't so bad, was it, honey?" "No, I guess it wasn't." She answered as she soaked her milky body in the soothing hot water. "It was really nice, chatting with someone." "Oh, but it wasn't just someone. It was Brandon~" The angel said in a sing-songy manner. "Huh? Why is it important that it was Brandon?" She tilted her head in confusion as Azazel talked. "Well, I mean, you like him, don't you?" The question made the girl's pale face turn bright red with embarassment. "Wh-Wha-What are you saying? I-I d-d-don't-" "It's okay, honey. I already know. There's no need to hide it from me." Azazel insisted. "Look, I know that when you think about him, you get all tingly inside, and when you see him , your heart flutters." "I-Is it really that obvious?" She asked as she held her face just above the water. "Well, it's obvious to me. You are my host after all. It'd be a little strange if I didn't notice these things about you." The fallen angel giggled. "I see," the girl started. "But, the thing is, I've never been in any relationship like that. I don't know what to do or say when I see him. I'm completely clueless." "Aw, that's alright. I can help you with that," she said reassuringly. "Really?" "Yes, really. Don't worry, honey, just let things happen as they happen." The angel offered. "Alright, then." After getting out of the bath and drying off, she put on a fresh set of clothes before getting into her bed. She thought of when she talked to Brandon earlier and just like Azazel said, she started to get a tingling feeling in her stomach. The girl hugged one of her pillows close to her body as she lay there. "Good night, honey~" "Good night, Azazel." After responding to the fallen angel, she closed her eyes and went to sleep.
Joslyn Taylor Jones DAY: 62 - 3/3 | DATE: November 23rd, 2013 [Saturday] | LOCATION: Hotel in Stanley, Falkland Island "A-Are you sure about this?" The nervous albino teen asked as she walked about the hotel. "I'm positive," the angel said confidently. "You wanna over come this little 'nervousness around other people' problem, right, honey? Then we'll have to actively try to talk to other people." "I... I guess. But, I'm not too sure about this." Her voice was cheerless. "I really doubt this is gonna work out, but that's just me," the demon chimed in. "As much as I hate to say it, I have to agree with heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeerrrrrrr~" the other voice reluctantly spoke. "You two just keep your mouths shut," Azazel said authoritatively. "Trust me, honey, this is all for your benefit. Besides, isn't it nice to have friends?" "Yeah, you're right. I always feel better when I'm around Hana." She continued to walk about the hotel, looking for a familiar face in the hopes of trying to hold a conversation. Through Azazel's continued efforts, Joslyn has gotten better about talking to people. Although she still stutters, it isn't as frequent as it was before. After a while of searching, she finally came upon Brandon, who was repeatedly bouncing a tennis ball against a wall. "Oh, this is perfect. Go on, talk to him." "Ah, umm... O-Okay..." Nervously, the pale-skinned girl walked up to the distracted teenager and tried to get his attention. "Uh... Umm... H-Hey there, Brandon... How've you b-been?"
Samuel Riviera DAY: 62 - 1/3 | DATE: November 23rd, 2013 [Saturday] | LOCATION: Forest in Stanley, Falkland Island Sam stood in the middle of the forest yet again. He had been going back to that place to do more training under Abaddon's guidance. Over the week that passed by, he learned to quickly switch weapon forms as he fights, as well as more ways to use his flames in combat. Creating pillars of fire, increasing the range of his weapon attacks by extending flames from their edges, causing powerful explosions when his fist connects, as well as using fire to propel himself forward and upward. His volatile temper also improved, though very slightly. Throughout the week, he had also tried to start that fire without using his powers like the pretty boy asked him to do. After each training session, he'd spend at least an hour attempting to start a small campfire. Each time, he'd fail to do so, greatly frustrating him. He tried and tried, but that entire week, he couldn't manage to do it at all. Every time he failed, pretty boy's words rang out in his mind. "IF YOU REALLY WANT TO BE A POSITIVE INFLUENCE IN XATHANAEL'S LIFE, YOU CAN'T BE SO ANGRY ALL OF THE TIME." After finishing his training session, he gathered what he needed and sat down to try again. "You're really intent on doing this, aren't you?" "You heard what the pretty boy said. If I want to be a good part of her life, I need to control my anger. And if I want to marry her, I need to be a better influence." He said as he tried to start a fire yet again. "Whatever. Do as you please."
I beg to differ.
Samuel Riviera DAY: 64 - 2/4 | DATE: November 25th, 2013 [Monday] | LOCATION: Hotel ==> On the Move in Stanley, Falkland Island His shift ended with relative peace. Nothing had come up or tried to do anything during the night, which was a relief to most others. However, his inability to protect someone continued to eat away at him. It was taking too much out of him just thinking about it, and being distracted right now could be fatal for someone. As much as it tore at him, he needed to move on. For the sake of everyone, including himself, he needed to let it go. As soon as morning light shone, he alerted the others. Loudly, he knocked on the doors of the rooms the others were in. "Get up. It's morning out, we need to move out." He stood there, waiting for the others to get up. "Do you have any idea where to go?" Abaddon chimed in. "No, but we need to keep moving. Staying in one place like cornered rats isn't going to solve anything." His tone was serious. "Besides, there's more people for us to find. More people that could need saving." "I see," the dark angel said flatly. "Is this going to be a new obsession of yours?" "What are you talking about?" Sam was confused by what he meant. "Protecting others. With the loss you've just incurred, it would seem that you are heavily intent on not letting that happen any more. Am I wrong?" "No. You're not wrong." The answer came swiftly and calmly. "Though, this is strange for me." "Oh?" The angel's interest was piqued. "How so?" "For a guy like me, who is so used to being on the offensive and killing people without a second thought, protecting a life seems like a sick joke." "I see," Abaddon seemed to be surprised by his response. "Well, it seems you've thought about it quite a bit." "I had a lot of time to think about it overnight." Once everyone had gotten up and gathered whatever they had with them, they got a move on. They slowly trudged along whatever path they could find. Hopefully, it would lead them somewhere safe. And hopefully, the end of the path wouldn't bring about their death's. That was the last thing he wanted to deal with.
Joslyn Taylor Jones DAY: 63 - 4/4 | DATE: November 24th, 2013 [Sunday] | LOCATION: Hotel in Stanley, Falkland Island After getting grouped into the rooms, Joslyn pulled out the phone that Leo got for her and shakily started to call him. She put the phone against her ear as tears continued to roll down her cheeks. Joslyn was in absolute shock over what happened to Vincent. The state they found his body in caused her stomach to churn violently. She had to look away, unable to stomach the horrific sight. After waiting for a couple of rings, she heard a clicking a noise signifying he had picked up. "L-Leo," she started through sobs and sniffs. "L-Leo, th-th-things over here have t-t-taken a turn for the w-worse." The sobbing only got worse as she continued to speak. "D-Demons came into the hotel, and people got possessed, and then..." Her voice cracked. "And then, we were s-su-surrounded," slowly, she was becoming more and more hysterical. "And Vincent... Vincent..." Jun Tae's sigh was barely audible. "Calm down. It'll do you no good if you keep choking up like this. I assume Vincent is either fatally injured or already dead, which is a very bad shame, but can't be helped. What are the other damages?" She took a few moments to compose herself before speaking. "He's dead. And then..." The albino girl paused. "H-Hay Sun, Henrik, A-Adam, and Kai all d-disappeared during the ch-chaos..." The girl sniffled some more. "I-I don't know what happened... but they are gone." The second sigh was heavier as a few moments of silence passed. His voice came onto the reciever again, still sounding calm. "This is ridiculous. First Hana leads me around on a would-be wild goosechase and now half of are are gone in the smoke." More silence. "Are you in a safe place?" "We're s-still in the hotel, th-though we're grouping into s-smaller groups and taking shifts to g-guard." The girl wiped her eyes on her sleeve as she sucked in a shaky breath. "We-We plan on getting out of here at d-day break..." "Good. Stay on the move. Hana and I will be back as soon as we can. Don't cry anymore, it'll be alright. Until then, stay safe." "O-Okay..." The girl had somewhat calmed down, though tears still rolled down from her puffy red eyes. "W-we'll definitely try to stay s-safe... Please hurry." She said worriedly. "Bye..." With a click, the call was over. She wiped her eyes off once more as she tightly hugged her knees to her body. The distraught teen buried her face into her knees, trying unsuccessfully to stop crying. Eventually, as the night carried on, she fell asleep. Samuel Riviera DAY: 63 - 4/4 | DATE: November 24th, 2013 [Sunday] | LOCATION: Hotel in Stanley, Falkland Island After the hell that went down, and starting a funeral pyre for Vincent, he sat down in one of the rooms, unable to catch a wink of sleep. He stayed up, waiting to take a shift to keep watch through the night. As he waited, he tried to quell the rage burning in his heart. His anger at being unable to protect someone prevented him from sleeping. Not to mention, he was unable to repay the guy for saving Hana's life. When he took his shift, he hoped something would show up, so that he could take out his anger on something.
Vincent Antonio Zeppeli DAY: 63 - 4/4 | DATE: November 24th, 2013 [Sunday] | LOCATION: Hotel in Stanley, Falkland Island After their encounter with the man he saw in Leon's apartment with the salt and pepper wings, the people around them started to act strangely. Something came over them and they became mindless creatures. And then, to make things worse, demonic entities came out of nowhere and started to rush in to the hotel. Things were going to Hell just as suddenly as that man appeared. The others from their group rushed to make it out of the hotel. However, Joslyn had been stuck in on place, shivering with absolute terror. Soon, everything was overrun and he was surrounded by a horde of assorted creatures. He tried to make his way over to her, but a monstrous hound blocked his way to her. It jumped up and tried to claw at him. He held its legs at bay as he tried to push it away. However, he was easily being overpowered by the creatures superior strength and slowly he was being pushed backwards. "Dammit, I'm a lover, not a fighter!" Soon, even more of the demons started to flock over to him. They clawed at his back while he was preoccupied with the hellhound in front of him. "Aaaargh! Dammit all!" Slowly, the wounds on his back healed as they continued to attack him. He looked past the hellhound to see that Joslyn was gone. Did that mean someone got her? He really hoped that was the case. Soon enough, the hellhound directly in front of him forced him to the ground and it started to gnaw at his shoulder. Vincent screamed in agony as it continued to chew its way through to the bone. He uselessly tried to push away the beast. He struggled and struggled as his vision slowly started to blur. In his desperation, he punched at the beast's head in order to stop its feasting. Angrily, the hound reared back and howled at his sweat-riddled face before swiftly swiping its claw across his throat. In one sudden motion, his throat had been torn out completely. His head fell onto the ground limply as his eyes glazed over. The hellhound continued to viciously and furiously claw at his already dead body, still enraged by being hit in the head. Once it realized that he stopped moving, it continued to feast on his body, eating away the insides of his body.
01 Samuel Riviera DAY: 63 - 3/4 | DATE: November 24th, 2013 [Sunday] | LOCATION: Hotel in Stanley, Falkland Island The hotel flew into a chaos as the others around the group suddenly started to become possessed. Sam didn't like the idea of believing in the Chicken Winged Bastard's words, but this forced him to believe. "Oh damn, not this shit again!" There were so many of them in the building, staying in there was a stupid idea. Quickly, he paved his own way through the crowded building to the outside, regardless of any others. Through fire and flame, he made it out.
Well, I haven't been able to do stuffs with my character art because other stuff has been pulling my attention away from it, so here's artwork for Alejandra I found on the internets~ Alejandra
Samuel Riviera DAY: 63 - 3/4 | DATE: November 24th, 2013 [Sunday] | LOCATION: Hotel in Stanley, Falkland Island Suddenly, as they were talking, the people around them stopped moving completely. No hand movements, no lip flapping, not even the steady rise and fall of breathing. Everyone except for their little group of fallen angels was frozen in place. Then, the doors flew open and in stepped the Chicken Winged Bastard. His face was bruised up, and he was holding up his hands as if he were surrendering to them. "You've got a lot of nerve-" Sam started before being interrupted by Danel himself. "Relax. I just come with good news is all. I'll be out of your hair in no time." As if the bastard would bring them good news. It all seemed like some kind of sick joke. His eyes settled on the timid little girl holding on to the compass. "How's that compass treating you?" What the hell was he getting at? Did he know something about it? She has been very secretive with it as of late, so something must have happened. When he asked the question, she took a hesitant step back, clearly affected by the question. He quickly turned his attention back to the rest of the group standing in front of him. "Temeluchas has been breaking and is unstable. She has 'gone rogue' as you would say and no longer works for our cause. While this may sound good to you, it isn't. She is acting only on her own behalf with no regard for anyone else. Yesterday she nearly wiped out all of Little Rock, Arkansas; stealing souls and burning buildings. That is only a taste of her power and it'll only get worse as time goes on. She isn't helping anyone but herself and it doesn't matter who gets rid of her, so long as she is out of the picture." He took a step back and slipped his hands into his front pockets. Just what the hell was he thinking? Was he just asking them to do his dirty work now? That lazy son of a bitch, trying to push his problems onto them. However, the damage she seemed to be causing was no less real, regardless of who told them. "You arrogant asshole, shoving all of your dirty work onto us!" He spoke in a calm and collected manner despite his crystal clear anger. "What, afraid you'll get yourself killed trying to off her, or are you hoping that will happen to us if we go to stop her?" With a guy like him, there could be so many ulterior motives for what he was doing standing in front of them.
