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Alright, so since there's no new episode this week, I'm going to be doing this earlier than usual. It also means that we only got two episodes to cover in this little corner of mine. I'll also take this opportunity to mention that I have updated the OP with character visuals and the amount of episodes released. Go on and check 'em out up above. And now, it is time for our regularly scheduled...

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Let's begin. Once again, major spoiler warnings for those that haven't been keeping up with the series.

EPISODE 11:

Spoiler: Opinion

Alright, continuing for from the last episode with the fight against Nonon. Damn, her voice is really irritating. I mean, my god, having her talk and shout so loudly for an extended period of time makes my ears bleed. So damn annoying. At least now she got rid of the Flying Tank over there and got her grounded again. She's beating the crap out of her while flying. Such good times, man. Good times.

Yes, yes, Thread Strip this- AWW! What? She has a third form? Well, whatever. Oooh, damn, Beethoven's 5th Symphony. You know, I had no idea that this whole time it was called "Fate." Did not know that before watching this. Good to know. And she shoots a giant pink Kamehameha wave right for her using sound. Admittedly, that is pretty badass.

Oh, look at that, little miss Ryuko can negate her sounds. With the power of rock music. That just takes the cake. So good, oh my god, that was so good. Beam battling it out.

Oh my god, Inumuta unzipping his mouth just to react. Priceless. Absolutely Priceless. And with that, Nonon has been Stripped of her will to fight. Wait, what? Who the hell is that chick? She can't just be some random throwaway character, right? She has such an unique appearance that she has to be a character. There's no other explanation.

Alright, time for the rematch between Sanageyama and Ryuko. Yeah, it's go ti- Oh, that blondie from earlier is stopping the fight. What in the actual hell is this? Well, I guess they didn't want to show the same things twice.

Oh man, the light. THE INTENSE LIGHT OF THE SUN~!!! I can't stand the brilliance of the rainbow. God damn, Ragyo Kiryuin knows what's up, man. She's really down with that.

Whoa, she pulled on a single thread and the suit itself disintegrated. She's definitely no joke. And just like that, the monkey falls down. Hmm, still I wonder what's so special about this little, blonde-haird lo- Wait... What? That's... That's... OH MY GOD, THE OTHER HALF OF THE SCISSOR SWORD?!?!?!?!?!?!?!? AAAAAAAAAAH! SHE'S THE ONE WHO KILLED HER FATHER!!!
OH GOD!!!

EPISODE 12:

Spoiler: Opinions

Oh man, oh man oh man oh man oh man oh man! This is insane, the wielder of the other half of the scissor blade has finally appeared. And it's a loli looking teenager who can pull Nexus threads with her pinkie. So crazy.

Oh boy, flashback time. It shows the good doctor fighting her off and pulling out the completed Scissor Sword. Well damn, for an old man, he sure can move. Even though he died, he died fighting. He is the one that made her lose her eye. Insane. Just, wow. And now she takes off with the other half.

Whoa, whoa whoa whoa, Berserk Mode. Damn, man. That is one ugly fuckin' monster, right there. Like, damn, man. All of that blood spraying out, the neck on the eye shoulder thing, her abnormal body structure. It looks so great and so gross at the samt time. Simply amazing.

Now she's running rampant. A little cliche, but hey, a few here and there don't hurt. Especially if its sandwiched inbetween some amazing action sequences and hammy dialogue. Yeah... that's the ticket. Well, the rampaging drags on and some pretty awesome stuff happens. We see Satsuki transform in the first time for a while and god damn, that suit is just a really skimpy and trimmed down version of Justice. No joke.

Ooh, showdown between Berserk Godrobe and Controlled Godrobe. Epic, epic, epic! Fight, fight, fight!

And then Mako saves her by hugging the girl while burning from her boiling blood. So cliche it hurts my soul, but damn if it wasn't a good episode.

And with that, this concludes another episode of:

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Joslyn Taylor Jones
DAY: 63 - 2/4 | DATE: November 24th, 2013 [Sunday] | LOCATION: Hotel in Stanley, Falkland Island

"So where is it pointing this time?" The question came from Logan. Once again, she kept the compass hidden from view while she checked it. After a bit of struggling to look at it comfortably, she pointed in one of the directions it had been pointing, north west.

"I-It's saying there is an angel over in that direction. Though th-that's only one direction." The girl said as she dropped her hand. "It's pointing in a f-few other directions." Trying to point to all of them would be rather pointless because the needle kept changing its position. "One thing is c-clear, though. There are more angels f-for us to find."

"Seriously? Even more of the Merry Band of Outcasts?" Great, just fucking great." The voice in her head groaned in disdain.

"Oh, don't complain," Azazel asserted. "We're only doing what was asked of us, so you can just shut your mouth, already."

"You know, having more people around may make things more iiiiiiiiiiiiinteeeeeeeerrrrreeeeeeesssssstiiiiiiiinnnnnnggggg~" the other demon spoke to Tessa.

"Oh, you just shut your face, dipshit!"

"Alright, quit it before I really get involved with this." The fallen angel interjected before this went any further.

"But-"

"But nothing, you worm. Just shut up and don't speak another word." The angel's demand was met with a dissatisfied grumbling as Tessa complied with her demands. "Good."

"Thanks for stopping them," the albino teen whispered to the angel.

"No problem, honey~"​

Joslyn Taylor Jones
DAY: 63 - 1/4 | 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."​

Samuel Riviera
DAY: 62 - 6/6 | 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.

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Joslyn Taylor Jones
DAY: 62 - 6/6 | DATE: November 23rd, 2013 [Saturday] | LOCATION: Hotel in Stanley, Falkland Island

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.​

『♚』 Title: The Unrelenting Shadow Beast, Nero
『♚』 Defining Trait: Fear
『♚』 Valen Appearance: V and ♈
『♚』 Weaknesses / Fears: Bright Light x == x Being covered in nothing but light x == x Being cast out x == x Losing his power x == x Unable to do anything without shadows
『♚』 Personality: Nero values his newly found powers more than anything else. Even the land he holds within Aether is nothing compared to his precious shadows. As long as others don't try anything funny against him, he has no problem with them. If anyone becomes too much of a bother for him, he will go out of his way to get back at them.
『♚』 Magic / Powers:

Transformation xxxx == x Able to change into a much more fearsome form.
Shadow Diving xxxxx == x Able to dive into the shadows and move through them at high-speeds.
Shadow Constructs x == x Able to create tools, weapons, armor, familiars, and appendages out of shadows.
Shadow Projection x == x Able to project his consciousness outside of his physical body through shadows.​

『♚』 Favorite Color:
『♚』 Goal: Unknown
『♚』 Availability: 7 / 7
『♚』 Other: Shadow Stands, baybee

Joslyn Taylor Jones
DAY: 62 - 6/6 | 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?"​

『♚』 Title: The Mischievous Phantom, Garret
『♚』 Defining Trait: Thievery
『♚』 Valen Appearance: ★
『♚』 Weaknesses / Fears: Being robbed - Being stabbed in the back - His possessions being destroyed - Being Frozen
『♚』 Personality: Garret loves to cause mischief. He finds it fun to take things from people while they aren't looking, especially when he's right in front of them. Rank doesn't matter to him at all, he steals from everyone equally. Despite his blatant lack of respect for people's property, he does hold some level of respect for the other Valens.
『♚』 Magic / Powers:

Plunder - Ability to take an aspect (such as friction) of an object.
Transfer - Ability to transfer a plundered aspect to something or someone else.
Invisibility - Ability to make oneself and others in direct contact invisible.​

『♚』 Favorite Color: #682350
『♚』 Goal: To be able to claim that he's stolen God's throne.
『♚』 Availability: 7 / 7
『♚』 Other: Something goes here. Not sure what, but something.

Samuel Riviera​

DAY: 62 - 3/5 | DATE: November 23rd, 2013 [Saturday] | LOCATION: Forest in Stanley, Falkland Island​

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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.​

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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."​

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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?"​

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"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.​

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"Whatever. Do as you please."​

DAY: 5 - 5/5 ≋ MOOD: Skeptical and terrified ≋ LOCATION: First Floor ==> Boys' Room​

After hearing the stern-faced Dream Maker out, one of the other guys that had come said a few things and made his way back to the sleeping quarters. A game? One that involved each and every one of their lives. That was something he didn't want to get involved with. In fact, if he knew how, he'd get the hell out of there right now. But things weren't quite that simple. Nothing of this nature ever was. He found it terrifying that in a situation like this, where his life was completely at risk, there was no clear way out. Obeying and abiding by the rules of this place would increase their chances at survival, yes, but that wouldn't increase the chance of leaving. To think that dealing with something as intangible as a dream would be such a pain in the ass. It was unbelievable.

As he started to think more and more about it, he began to wonder if that damned pill had anything to do with this. Was the nightmarish apparition that appeared before them a side-effect of the drug? It was a possibility. Thinking about it now, he realized that they next to nothing about that drug they took other than it was supposed to help all of their disorders. The group that was there in the dream was never informed about what went into the making of it. Now that he thought about it, he had been drugged prior to being given that pill. That shot that essentially turned him into a zombie. Was that a possible cause of the death-hug girl's appearance? It didn't seem likely since the others had seen it as well. Still, he couldn't shut out any possible cause until proven wrong.

With the chaotic vortex of thoughts raging within his mind, he made his way back to the boys room. This wasn't good. Now that the possibility of the nightmare woman showing up at any given time has been made apparent, resting easy will be close to impossible. Especially since that crazy thing ran up to him and tried to get him in its death grip. There was no way he wouldn't be able to get that out of his mind now. If that was a one-time deal, then that was all well and good. No harm, no foul. However, if that wasn't an isolated incident, which seemed more than likely, everyone would have to watch their backs. He just hoped and prayed that it wouldn't have to get to the point of them playing deadly games of hide and seek. Death was something he wanted to evade, by any means necessary.

He sat in his bed, still contemplating the possibilities. There were a large number of them that he could come up with, thanks to his hobby of reading books. In hind sight, perhaps reading that Nightmare Fiction book wasn't such a bad idea now. It presented a few ideas to him of possible events to come and that meant he'd be able to come up with a plan should something similar happen. Perhaps going over the book one more time the next day would let him come up with more ideas. And hopefully, there would be a second volume for even more ideas. Being prepared would increase his chances of survival, however slim they are.

With a ray of hope in his mind, and terror still lurking in his heart, he lay his head down on his pillow and went to sleep.

Vincent Antonio Zeppeli
DAY: 55 - 3/4 | DATE: November 16th, 2013 [Saturday] | LOCATION: Hotel in Stanley, Falkland Island

Hana looked up at him and shook her head. ❝ Nothing nearly as interesting. I'm glad the lot of you are okay though. That creature Mammon scooped me up and carried me to the Underworld. His talons dug into my shoulders and as I struggled to get free, he dropped me in the Third Circle and I hit my head. I was out for awhile after that. The Dark Angels restrained me to a bed in Harbonah's room -- she died before you were added to the group -- and what I am assuming was a couple days later, Alice was brought in by Danel. It was just the two of us trapped in that room for a few more days until we finally started to devise a plan. We got Danel to let us out of the room and ended up running into Samuel who had Abaddon create a portal to bring us back here. ❝

She waved her arms to encompass their surroundings. ❝ Those kinds of things are difficult to manage and navigate. Abaddon is out of touch with that type of power and Samuel isn't strong enough so we just wound up where we wound up. It used up a great deal of his energy and he had been asleep until yesterday morning. And then the four of you found us. There wasn't nearly as much excitement, ❝ she chuckled awkwardly to herself.

Vincent chuckled uneasily along side her. "Well, thank goodness you're with us now." He really had no idea what else to say now. Under normal circumstances, after a little bit of chatting, he'd try to seduce the woman across from him and hopefully end up at her place. However, with a conversation like they just had, and the fact that she was already taken made that entirely out of the question. "Umm... So..." Desperately, he looked for something to say. "Wanna grab a bite to eat?"

"Hmm... I am a bit hungry." The familiar male voice came from behind Hana. "I woke up just a couple of minutes ago, so eating sounds great right now."

"Uh... How long have you been there?" The Italian male asked worriedly.

"I just got here," the tall, muscular male said as he stretched his arms over his head. "Why?"

"No reason." Vincent said casually. "Just didn't see you coming."​

Y u no rite prt 3? Seriously, though, the whole story was a great read. I loved it. Though, I kinda wished Reuben and Caius were a little more involved in the story other than a couple of casual mentions and showing up at the very end. Not even a single line. Nothing. Nada. Zilch. No lines coming from Hidden Destruction. I am disappoint. Enough about that, though. The story was still great, when they called Cal 'Professor Grey' that was just... Ugh, my heart. So good. Sooooooo gooooooooood~!!! I want more. More of that hot Nephilim action. More of what pale bro with the hissing problem. More... umm... I don't know what else to put other than more now. But I want more. Please?

Vincent Antonio Zeppeli
DAY: 55 - 2/5 | DATE: November 16th, 2013 [Saturday] | LOCATION: Hotel in Stanley, Falkland Island

Hana pursed her lips and shook her head. ❝ No, that's not necessary. I just needed to check something and it's all good, ❝ she assured him. She held up a hand to wave him off. ❝ You did a good job yesterday and I appreciate it. I should be just fine now. ❝ Hana gave him a smile and stepped back into the hall. She wrapped the sweater around her body and folded her arms over her chest. ❝ How are you doing? It sounded like Paris was pretty intense. I apparently missed a lot while stuck in Hell. ❝

The blond man held a hand to his forehead. "Yeah, it was definitely hectic. When we first got to Leon's apartment, Temeluchas, a red-haired gentleman and some child were all there waiting for us there." Just thinking about it made his joints ache. "Hay Sun went off on her own while Sal and I had to deal with Lu. Well, not 'deal with' so much as 'at her mercy'. We were completely helpless while she did some kind of restraining and silencing spell." To think that he had actually called that woman 'pretty'. "Something happened between her and the red-haired man that ended with her tearing his heart out. It was... Horrific to watch. But after that, an angel with salt and pepper wings showed up and made her leave."

"If it weren't for him, I don't think we would've made it. And that red-head wouldn't have made it either." The memory of those impromptu heart 'transplants' was still vivid in his mind. "After that, we had to make some kind of mixture to help Leon. Thankfully the red-haired man was alive because he had some herbs and other medicinal things with him. Without those, Leon wouldn't have made it all this way. Although... Some of the mixtures we tried were, shall we say, less than helpful to his body. I really had to extensively use my healing powers in that situation." He started to rotate his shoulder as he kept talking. "And then the little girl that was there tried to drag him off somewhere, but as you can tell, we stopped that too. I swear, my heart almost exploded after that whole debacle was over." Recounting the events in Paris was not pleasant in the least bit, though he felt that she should know what happened. "Well, that's our story. What happened on your end?"​

DAY: 5 - 5/5 ≋ MOOD: Terrified and confused ≋ LOCATION: First Floor​

The grandfather clock rang out six times as the lights finally turned back on. Did the lights turning on mean that the creepy girl with the spike plate arms was gone now? He had no idea, though he'd prefer it if someone else went to see if it was safe. On the off chance that she was still lurking about, he didn't want to fall victim to her killer hugs. That would be something that he'd much rather leave for the others. At least for now, it seemed that he was safe. He let out a relieved sigh as sweat dripped down his face. His heart was pounding, seemingly ready to leap out of his body. The exhausted teenager squatted down, hands on his knees, as he tried to calm down. What he just saw was definitely not normal, especially for a place that is supposed to be a dream world.

⌈Bee, do you know what just happened?⌋ Trevor jumped a little at the sound of the voice, his composure still shaken. As much as it pained him to see other people, he was quite relieved to see another girl that wasn't some kind of horrifically-modified, walking death-hug machine. A sigh of relief escaped him.

"You, you didn't see that thing that kept saying 'Wanna Hug?' The crazy bitch almost got me!" He said breathlessly. "Lucky you, if you didn't." The shaken teen took a seat on the bottom couple of stairs to better calm down. "I have no idea what's going on, but something is up with this little dream house." He wiped the continuously forming sweat on his sleeve. The feeling that this wouldn't be the only incident slowly ate away at him. That thing was drastically different from everything they had seen before. He didn't want to believe that there were things like that roaming around. The mere thought of it was horrifying. And yet, he had just seen some sort of nightmarish creature that looked like a girl pop up seemingly out of nowhere. This was most likely just the beginning of something more sinister.​

Vincent Antonio Zeppeli
DAY: 55 - 2/5 | DATE: November 16th, 2013 [Saturday] | LOCATION: Hotel in Stanley, Falkland Island

He had followed the red-haired beauty down the hall of the hotel. Once they had made it to the stairwell, the girl looked over her shoulder before pulling him aside. She kept looking around the area, checking to make sure no one was there. Were things going the way he was thinking they were going? "Dear Penthouse..."

❝ Yeah, I wanted to talk to you about something in private. ❝ Hana checked the hall one more time before turning back to Vincent. ❝ Yesterday, when you were trying to revive me ... did you notice anything off while checking my pulse and administering CPR? ❝ she asked vaguely.

Oh. Things weren't going that way, apparently. That was okay, that's fine. No need to be so upset about that. He might need to start fixing his way of thinking when he's alone with a pretty woman. It may cause some friction with the others. After having that brief internal dialogue, he answered, "Off? Well, you not having a pulse seems pretty off." He scratched his head. "Why? Is there something wrong with you, do you have a second heartbeat, because that would be really weird," he said sarcastically. "If there's something wrong, I could try to help." The Italian offered. "I mean, I'm not exactly that familiar with my powers. Actually, reviving and healing you was the third time I'd ever used my powers." He trailed off. "But, if you need help, I can try."​

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DAY: 5 - 4/5 ≋ MOOD: Annoyed and terrified, mostly terrified, though ≋ LOCATION: Boys' Room ==> First Floor​

As he watched the nightmarish girl flail about and scream at him, he ran and slid down across the floor out of the door and made a break for the stairs to go down the stairs. "Fuck this noise, I'm out of here!" He stumbled down the stairs to the first floor as fast as he could. There was no way he was going to die. There was no telling what would happen to him if he died in this dream-turned-nightmare.

Vincent Antonio Zeppeli
DAY: 55 - 1/5 | DATE: November 16th, 2013 [Saturday] | LOCATION: Hotel in Stanley, New Zealand

The blond male tossed and turned in his bed as he started to wake up. His body demanded for him to get out of bed, but his mind kept saying to sleep just a few more minutes. The internal struggle made him fidget around in bed, trying to look for a comfortable position to go back to sleep in. His efforts to stay asleep were in vain and he found himself moving out of the bed and into the bathroom. Quietly, he stared at his tired reflection, noting the bags under his eyes. "Gross," the tired man whispered to himself. He turned the knob and let the water from the faucet run for a little bit. After letting the water get warm, he cupped his hands under the running water and splashed it onto his face to wake himself up.

When the Italian finished up his business in the bathroom, he put on a change of clothes and sat down on the bed. He had no idea what else he could do, so he took the remote control from the night stand and turned on the TV. Not wanting to wake up the other guy in the room, he lowered the volume quite a bit. He continued to flip through, hoping something interesting would pop up. After a while, he settled on watching a cooking show to pass the time until the others got up.

Not too long after he started watching, a knocking came at his door. He made his way over and was a little surprised to find Hana on the other side. "Oh, uh. Hold on a second." The Italian stepped away from the door for a bit to turn off the TV and get a room key. Once he got them, he stepped out of the door and shut it behind him. "So what's up? Did you need something?"​

Samuel Riviera
DAY: 54 - 5/5 | DATE: November 14th, 2013 [Thursday] | LOCATION: Hotel in Stanley, Falkland Island

"I think it'll make me feel better, too," he said as he joined the red-haired girl under the sheets. His mood had improved significantly since he came into the room. The fact that she had agreed to marry him improved his mood significantly. As she curled up into him, he put an arm around her. The familiar warmth of her body made his heart flutter. He closed his eyes to go to sleep, thinking that things would be better.​

Vincent Antonio Zeppeli
DAY: 54 - 5/5 | DATE: November 14th, 2013 [Thursday] | LOCATION: Hotel in Stanley, Falkland Island

The events of the day were slowly setting in as he lay on his bed. An extreme soreness assaulted all of his joints because of all of the healing and pressure earlier. Dealing with those kinds of situations was not pleasant in the slightest. He had never seen anyone die right in front of him, even if it was for a few moments. It was absolutely terrifying. Even with his ability to heal and knowledge of CPR, he had no idea if it would actually work. His inexperience with healing made him doubt he could do it. It brought worlds of relief to him when she came back to life.

After taking a nice, relaxing bath, he jumped into his bed and fell asleep.​

Samuel Riviera
DAY: 54 - 5/5 | DATE: November 14th, 2013 [Thursday] | LOCATION: Forest ==> Hotel in Stanley, New Zealand

The pretty boy started to clap slowly at his frustration. It took everything he had to keep from punching the guy out right then and there. "CONGRATULATIONS. YOU LET YOUR ANGER GET THE BEST OF YOU." His hands dropped to his sides as he stopped applauding. "THE WHOLE POINT OF THIS SAMUEL IS SELF - CONTROL, SOMETHING HAY SUN MADE EXPLICITLY CLEAR THAT YOU ARE LACKING." He seemed to think back to something. Judging from how he wrinkled his nose, it couldn't have been a pleasant thought. "AS SOON AS YOU CAN START THAT FIRE, YOU'LL HAVE ACCOMPLISHED SOMETHING AND BE A STEP CLOSER TO YOUR OVERALL GOAL. UNTIL THEN," He reached for his pendant, turning it into a mirror again. "WE SHOULD GO MEET UP WITH THE OTHERS. THEY LEFT WITHOUT US, SO WE'LL HAVE TO WALK. IT'S NOT FAR THOUGH. PLUS, YOU COULD USE THE TIME SPENT WALKING THERE TO CALM DOWN FROM THAT LITTLE OUTBURST OF YOURS. IF YOU REALLY WANT TO BE A POSITIVE INFLUENCE IN XATHANAEL'S LIFE, YOU CAN'T BE SO ANGRY ALL OF THE TIME."

The mirror shifted back into a pendant after he tapped it. He casually shoved his hands into his pockets before starting to walk away. "TOWN'S THIS WAY."

The walk to the hotel did help his anger subside. Still, the fact that he couldn't do something as simple as start a fire pissed him off. It really made Sam think about how he could start to control himself more. He really didn't have much control over what he did. Many of the things he's done over the course of a few months have been fueled by his wild emotions. That was the root of a lot of the troubles that came lately, too. He let his feelings get the better of him, and that ended up getting Hana pulled into Hell. His anger slowly changed into a self-loathing that left him in a horrible mood.

When they got to the hotel, he took a seat in one of the chairs in the lobby. "It's clear that you really don't like your emotional side. We're finally on the same page on that one." The dark angel spoke.

"I just... Hate that I can't control that part of me."

"Hopefully with Ariel's help, that will change." It seemed like Abaddon was feeling talkative. "Listen, what you're doing right now, all of this moping and whining, that's you letting your emotions get the better of you. You want to stop letting your emotions be in control? Then stop acting like this." Though his words were harsh, they rang true. "I could never really understand human hearts, but you'd do well to go over and talk to Xathanael. That may put you in a better mood than you are now."

"Are you saying that to get me stop this self-hatred?" He asked the angel flatly.

"Yes. Your foul mood is irritating me," Abaddon spat out bluntly.

"I got it, I got it..." Reluctantly, he got out of the chair and went to look for Hana. Hopefully, a chat with her would put him in a better mood.​