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Alistair was honestly quite confused as to why the girl would even think that he would even attack her. His tone really wasn't threatening, not that he thought so, but the mind of Temeluchas was always quite confusing to decipher so he really didn't think much about it. Her little seductive tone had changed all to instantly and it seems his words had at least affected her so. It still felt quite nice to hear that annoyed tone of voice, but Alistair knew that he shouldn't go overboard.

"Right right, I gotcha, slice and dice and all that jazz...tis what I was about to do before you went off and accused my of attempting such a heinous crime" Alistair said exaggerating a tad as he closed his eyes and took a step forward. She was giving him quite the quota and he was merely expecting just the loss of lives. Buildings were things he did not expect to destroy but he knew complaining would just set him back some more so he would have to at least make an attempt to destroy some shit.

A step was taken but he stopped instantly the moment he heard his mistress call out his name. Her voice wasn't the bossy demanding usual one, but a calm one. With their backs facing each other, Alistair's eyes widened for a second but merely shut calmly as a warm smile came across his face. "I've been with you this long already...I don't see why I'd ever leave you...heh...dare I say I can't imagine life without my little mistress and her bossy mouth" Alistair said soflty before letting out a small chuckle as he walked forward, heading off to do as told.

 

Little Rock begins to burn and people continue to collapse left and right.
No one understands why they are mysteriously dying.
Emergency respondents are flooding the city,
but nothing seems to be putting the fires out or preventing
people from randomly dropping dead in the streets.
A state of emergency has been announced.
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Eyes calm and cold, they stared up at the man as he was held up by his throat. Alistair's strength began to return, slowly, but surely. Soon enough the pulse of the man ceased and Alistair merely dropped the lifeless husk as he walked forward and slammed his fist to the ground, summoning forth yet another wave of grotesque ghouls to continue the fight.

Alistair merely walked through the chaos as calm as ever. There were those that sinned, but there were those that did no wrong and did not deserve such a fate. Death claimed all, it was unbiased and took whoever was in it's sight. More and more he began to see how the angel of death truly worked and his original goals have all changed.

There really was not much he could do at presence. The ghouls were growing great in numbers and the chaos just grew and grew. The equality that was once spoken of was now gone and it seemed the old expectations were back, that the real threat was hell on earth. He felt Temeluchas was being far too rash, but she was the mistress and he really couldn't complain.

 

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?"​

 

Brandon was not one for believing that there was actually something wrong with him, but this time, it seemed too great a thing to just ignore. So a while back, Brandon had been hospitalized because he had nearly hit a girl named Ahranna, and swerved out of control to avoid killing her. Next she stayed at his bedside for the entire time he was hospitalized and seemed greatly interested in what he did. Brandon was all for befriending people, and he was all for being as friendly as one humanly could be...though even he felt that Ahranna may have just been a tad bit on the clingy side. Once he had healed, he had left and said his goodbyes to her. Fast forward a bit.

Throughout the entire trip from Australia to the Falkland Islands to whatever they were doing now, he was pretty sure he had seen Ahranna around. Now he had thought that it was coincidence at first, and didn't want to go over and talk to her because fallen angel shenanigans took precedence. However, after awhile it seemed far too frequent to simply be coincidence. So, Brandon decided to bring this to a person who wasn't him's attention. They thought he was being crazy old Brandon because she wasn't there when anyone else looked.

At this point in time Brandon was simply out and about, hitting a ball against a wall with his tennis racket. He had become slightly paranoid of this Ahranna spectre and wished for her lingering spirit to be purged from his vision...because being haunted wasn't cool. Wait, did that mean she was dead? Brandon thought back only to realize that there may have been a chance he actually did kill her and she was never there to begin with, he was just seeing dead people this whole time...then again Adan had a discussion with her so the only logical conclusion was that he could see dead people too. Maybe she was going to stick around for a while to teach him the true meaning of Christmas. That's what ghosts did, right? Brandon tried to wrap his head around this whole, she was dead all along theory, but wasn't getting much headway on it. So in the end, he kept bouncing his tennis ball against a wall.

It was at that point that Brandon realized someone else had come into the picture. He heard the voice and turned to face the white haired Joslyn, continuing to bounce the ball against the wall and said, "oh hey there Jo. I've been doing fine recently, been really digging getting these training days in, though. So, how've you been doing?"

 

{♚}Location: Taupo New Zealand {♚} Mood: Tired {♚} OOC: {♚}
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Much more that he would like to admit, the constant training had taken more out of him. Aside from laze around in the bed Logan didn't do much. There was the occasional movement from him, but mostly he laid there up until he fell asleep.

 

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.

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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.​

 

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"You're right." Soren agreed. He reached for Cal's hand to pull it off of his shoulder. "It was nice." There was a long moment of silence as Soren stared down at their interlocked hands. Cal couldn't help but swallow nervously. "We should do this again sometime." he finally replied. Soren scooted closer towards the girl and eyed her.

She nodded. "Yeah, definitely," her voice cracked. Soren took a deep breath and moved closer to Cal, pausing as his free hand clenched his leg. She inhaled sharply, holding her breath.

Soren leaned closer still to Cal before touching his lips to hers briefly, pulling back immediately after, whispering, "Sorry. I missed your cheek." A quiet laugh came out. "No...I'm not sorry. I wanted to..."

Cal chuckled awkwardly, her face flushed red. Her cheeks burned and she couldn't help but bite down on her bottom lip. She cleared her throat before speaking. "W - well, that's ... nice. Um ... Sorry. Ah ... thanks Soren. We should um ... we should get back." Cal squeezed his hand and they got to their feet. She walked at a quick pace back to the room, hoping everyone else would already be asleep. Her heart was racing and she really didn't know what to do or how to react to that.​

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After a day of nonsensical tennis playing with a wall and chatting it up with Jo, Brandon decided it was finally time for him to get some shut eye and go to sleep. He felt like he was getting tired a lot less easily now, not that he easily tired before anyway, and figured the week they had spent training here had really payed off. He felt much more in tune with his lightning powers than he had ever been before. Boy did it feel awesome. Regardless, he realized that the needed to get some shut eye, and so that's what he did. Hitting the ball one last time with a massive electrical surge in it, he grabbed it and then marched himself off to bed, getting ready to go and do probably more travel shenanigans tomorrow.

 

Lauren had done nothing truly eventful for the rest of the day. Despite seeing the shadow figure appear every now and again. It was starting to drive her insane. There was a point where she saw it standing over by a wall and she threw her shoe at it. It only responded with the shadow disappearing and Alice scolding her for throwing projectiles.

Lauren sat in the room reading a book, which only made Alice stare at her in complete confusion. Lauren seemed to be staring intensely at it. After a certain point she turned to her and giggled, "I like the word defenestration." Alice looked at her confused and asked questioningly, "Defenwhat?"

Lauren turned back towards the book and spoke, "Defenestration. It means to throw something out a window."

Alice blinked and tilted her head, "Interesting..."

Lauren let out a small chuckle and put down the book and collapsed on the bed. She stared thoughtfully at the ceiling and spoke, "Alice... am I really a idiot?" Alice opened up her mouth immediately to speak before Lauren cut her off, "Be honored." Alice stared confused and replied slowly, "Honest you mean?" Lauren stared at her and covered her face with a pillow, "Is that a yes or a yes... or a no?"

Alice grabbed Lauren's head and placed it on her lap and played with her hair, "You are a very nice girl but you are a little slow at times."
"But I am a fast runner!"

Alice stopped everything for a moment and then kissed Lauren on the head and spoke, "You're an idiot. But you are my idiot."

Lauren blinked at her and grinned, "That makes you the dumb one then."
"Do you want a divorce?"
"Ah no! No we are good."

After a few more minutes of senseless rambling, then two fell asleep. ​

 

Everything had come to an end. The destruction, the death, it would not heal and so Alistair would merely turn away from the scene. There was more that would occur and he knew that his mistress have much more planned for him. Along with his mistress the two returned back to her room and with her he returned to bed and drifted off to sleep.

There was nothing more William could do so he merely went to sleep

Caius talked with Anna and gave her the locket before heading off to sleep. His rest was not soothing in the slightest and the boy shivered all night long.

 

DAY 63
Sunday, November 24, 2013
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{♚}Location: Stanley, Falkland Island {♚} Mood: Better {♚} OOC: {♚} ​

As Logan awoke that morning, he found himself feeling better than he was yesterday. While he wasn't feeling like an Olympic participant, he was feeling well enough to get his but out of bed, shower, and get dressed, not that he did any of those just yet. That alone was good enough.

Don't tell me your regretting all that training. I thought that was what you wanted. Samael said in the same condescending tone Logan's grown to hate.

Oh shut up will ya. Physically he was feeling better, mentally however he definitely didn't want to deal with Samael right now. Making his way out of the bed, he headed towards the bathroom to shower. The warm water felt good as he finished up. Exiting the bathroom, dressed of course, he left the room and made his way towards the lobby. Hopefully they would have something planned once everyone was up.

 

Adam woke up with his limbs soar and his head hurting him. The past few days for him have been nothing but training. Training with Semyaza mostly, but he would train on his own too to keep himself warmed up physically. It was quickly getting old very fast.

He massaged his neck as he got up and grabbed his bag as he left the room. He always brought it just in case today was the day that they decided to head out. No one really seemed to talk to him much anyway. He was actually starting to feel rather lonely.

Adam headed for the lobby, just to see if anyone was hanging around there for some reason. He tended to do it without thinking because generally he would wake up and go to the lobby to see them there. They were lucky they were in hotels because people would feel seriously lost if they were at a motel or something.

He was about to head for the provided continental breakfast the hotel had when he noticed Logan was in the lobby. He decided for the hell of it he would get his need for socializing out now while he had the chance. Adam slugged over towards him and scratched the back of his head and spoke, "So how have you been?"​

 

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There was no dream and all was silent in the mind of Alistair. He did not expect to return to that world, but he could not predict when he would return to it either. He felt a bit restless when he thought back to that past session and all he wished to do was continue it. He wished to make sure that session would take a far different turn than before.

His eyes slowly opening, he let out a silent yawn as he rubbed his eye and rose from the bed he shared with Lu. Stretching he got off the bed and got himself fully dressed and ready to go forth with the day. He wanted to go see Cal, but he figured a meeting with her would only cause unnecessary drama.

With a sigh he glanced over at the sleeping figure at Lu and couldn't help but let out a small quiet chuckle. Seeing the wretched and wicked angel of torment sleeping so peacefully was quite the cute sight for him and he actually liked seeing the girl like this. Closing his eyes with a smile he walked off further into the room and took a seat on a nearby chair, crossing his arms as he awaited his mistress' awakening.

 

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His head was burning, the heat was unbearable. He tossed and turned in bed all night long as his body was plagued with something unknown. He was not normal, he was not like them. Whatever plagued him was something unnatural, something they could not understand. Words were raging in his mind, unpleasant thoughts remained dominant.

It hurt him so bad, he wanted to stop. He didn't wish to open his eyes, felt felt that if he did he would only be awakened to even more pain. He didn't wish for it, but it was something he had to do, his eyes opened slowly, but immediately opened widely as he saw his sheets torn apart. A silent gasp escaped his mouth and take care not to awaken the other he left. He ran out before anybody could awaken.

Caius didn't know where he was, there was blood everywhere and he felt all sorts of feelings. His head hurt greatly and he found himself cuddled in a corner holding his head with tear filled eyes. Corpses of demons resided on what seemed to be the training room floor. He didn't want this, he did desire this. He pulled his knees to his chest as he shivered. Who was he? what was he? why did he feel such a bloodlust?

 

{♚}Location: Stanley, Falkland Island {♚} Mood: Better {♚} OOC: {♚} ​

"So how have you been?"

Turning to see where the voice had come from, Logan turned to see Adam. They really haven't done much talking, but that didn't really matter. At least he had something to do now. "Exhausted. Samael has an interesting concept of training." Yeah, going from fighting shadows to actually fighting Samael was definitely interesting.

Still complaining I see. Sameal chimed in.

Logan tuned out Sameal this time around. There were plenty of things that he wanted to say, but the fact that Sameal basically kicked his ass when they spared made it pointless to say anything.

 

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"Hey, Cal." There was a nudging at her shoulder, followed by a voice. "Good morning, sleepy."
She moaned and rubbed at her face. There was a distorted sense of deja vue about this, but when her eyelids fluttered open, it wasn't Alistair hovering over her, but Soren. A small smile spread on her face and her cheeks burned red. She sat up and combed her fingers through her fair hair. "Good morning Soren. What's up?" she asked groggily. Cal really wasn't a fan of people waking her up from slumber. It seemed to be a common theme as of late and she was not a fan.​

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