⍭he ℱallen

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The sudden force back to the bed caused the boy's eyes widen as if having woken up from a mere dream. Looking up at Soren, Caius looked downward, back to his usually nervous self "er...umm...sorry.." Caius said meekly. He really wanted to get up and show that he was alright and that he didn't want to worry them, but he had already annoyed them a great deal.

The other day Cal looked quite angry with him and he was quite afraid of it as he had never really seen the girl like this. He really didn't want to upset anybody but he was doing a poor job at it. Reaching down under his bed he pulled out some materials and began to play around with them, meekly trying to put them together. Cal probably hated his locket and even if she did like it he never had the courage to even give her it so he deserved no praise.

 

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"Right right, on my way." Alistair cut his arm and held it out to her as he came closer.

Lu accepted his arm and tugged him closer, running her tongue over the incision.

She drank for a few minutes.

"Good morning there Dark Angels, how has it been treating you so far?"

Lu glowered down at Sal who managed to awaken, much to her dismay. "Just fine. I think it's time to finish this little ritual so that my morning can become worlds better than it already is." She sent a foot into Sal's and bent down, retrieving the obsidian knife from Henrik's person.​

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Cal cleaned up quickly from behind the divider and slipped into fresh clothes. When she was done, she moved to Anna's bedside to wake the girl. She gave the raven - haired teen a nudge to the arm and knelt down beside her. "Hey Anna, it's time to go." The sooner they left, the better.

She rose to her feet and moved back to her bunk bed. The top bunk was reserved for her half - twin sister and when she stood up on her tiptoes to wake Mali, Cal found that she was not there. She knit her brows together in frustration. "Mali's gone. Again." She turned and looked at Soren. "I don't want to leave without her."

"Quit your crying I'm right here." Mali walked into the room and threw some supplies down on the floor. "Here. You want me to come with so badly but the only places I know of are either chilly or subzero."​

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Cal gathered up the supplies and stepped in close to Soren. She helped Caius out of bed and held onto both of them. "Hang on tight to each other and try really hard not to move around too much."

"Soren, it really isn't a good idea for you to be directing us. You've never been up there."

Mali moved in close with one arm around Anna and a disgruntled look on her face. "So what if Boyfriend wants to kill us all? This should be exciting. What kind of place could Stupid have picked for us to wind up?" She poked him in the nose before grabbing onto Caius to help Cal support Boyfriend 2.​

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"... Plus, it's hard to get your hands on the special kind when you're not spending all your time wandering hell."

Lu had a dull, uninterested look on her face. She couldn't have been anymore bored or confused as to what the point could have been. "How ... informative ... If you're done wasting my time with pointless drivel, I'm going to start killing you now." she said flatly. Lu pushed Alistair out of the center of the circle and caressed the tip of the blade gingerly against Henrik's cheek. "It has not been a pleasure chatting with you Araquiel." She kissed the air in front of his face and rose to her feet.

She ran her nail over her bad wrist and blood trickled down to the center of the circle. Lu smeared her finger of the cut and made a mark on the four sacrifices foreheads.​

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As usual Alistair found himself pushed around without a word, but it really didn't bother him as he was far too interested in what was currently going on at the moment. At first Alistair thought the girl was mindlessly killing stuff, but more and more he was being proved wrong as time went on.

The whole entire ritual thing before him was quite interesting and it was a good chance that Lu actually was trying to do something with the ritual instead of merely just slaughter for some sort of entertainment of sorts. Leaving his cut arm downwards, Alistair placed his other hand in his pocket as he watched things progress.

 

Alejandra Rojas
DAY: 65 - 3/4 | DATE: November 26th, 2013 [Tuesday] | LOCATION: Hotel Lobby in Rosario, Argentina​

She had been patiently going about her business, helping people with questions, directions, and whatever else they came to her with. It had been getting to be a bit of a bother, but her shift would be over soon enough so she could suck it up and deal for a few more minutes. A few of the people were a little more than annoying. A few of them were a little more than strong coming on to her. If she hadn't been working right then, she would've decked every guy that hit on her right in the face. It more than pissed her off that they had the gall to even attempt that while she was working. Some people needed to learn to keep their hands off.

When her shift was finally over she sat down in one of the chairs in the lobby for a little while to decompress. She closed her eyes as she reclined in the soft leather seat. There were so many things she wanted to do when she got home. Grab a good bite to eat, take a nice, long, soothing hot bath, maybe do some catching up on her reading, and whatever else she could think of. Just the thought of it was starting to make her feel better.

"Just get off work?" the familiar voice came from behind. Ugh, this guy. He was one of the guys who had tried to hit on her earlier. When he came in, he was with a fairly large group. He came back later after they had all gotten settled in and tried to flirt with her a bit. She told him to maybe come back when she got off work. What she had really meant was "go away, I don't want to talk to you, creep."

She opened her eyes and turned to look at him. "Yeah, just now," she said as she got up out of the chair and straightened her skirt. "What do you want?"

"Oh, just wanted to chat. Get to know you a little bit." There it was. This guy just wanted to get some. Though, she had to commend him for actually waiting until she got off of work.

"Uh-huh. Yeah, sure you do." She said under her breath.

"What?"

"Nothing. Nothing at all. So what did you have in mind?" The annoyed woman said as she forced a smile.

"Well, I thought maybe I'd take you to dinner and talk." The guy, Vincent as he had introduced himself earlier, offered.

"Mmm, that's really tempting-" she started.

Before she could get any further, the blondie cut her off, "Listen, there's something important I, or rather my group, need to discuss with you." That was a new one.

"Beg pardon?" Group? What was this? Did they all want to have turns with her or something fucked up like that? She took a step back as she watched him carefully. His face seemed more serious than before.

"Why are you stepping back?" He asked. "Listen, I seriously just wanna talk. Grab a bite and get to know you and try to explain something to you. Nothing more than that." She stood there, listening to him. He seemed really serious about just wanting to have a chat. His face told her that what he wanted to say was fairly urgent.

After considering her options, she started to walk towards the door. "Fine. If you really just wanna talk, let's go. I know a great place that's nearby." They walked out of the hotel together and started down the sidewalk. Suddenly, she stopped and put a finger up to stop Vincent. "Oh, but if you try to go further, I'm storming out, got it?"

"Noted." He said as he held his hands up. She turned and they started to walk again, slowly approaching their destination.

 

❖ MAP ❖ OOC ❖ WEARING ❖
❖ DAY ⟡ 65 ⦙ 4/4 ❖ DATE ⟡ Tuesday ⦙ November 26, 2013 ❖
❖ LOCATION ⟡ Rio de Janeiro, Brazil [Underground] ❖ INTERACTION ⟡ Jun Tae ❖​

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They stumbled down the rickety staircase leading deeper and deeper into the earth. The only light came from the dimly glowing wands in their hands. Luria's glittering spine sparkled light off the narrow earthen walls. Hana squinted into the dark, keeping her hand to the wall as a guide. It was chilly, even with her large wool sweater on. There was a flutter in her abdomen and the damp smell of dirt caused her to sneeze. Hana wiped her face on the back of her wrist.

She stumbled forward and Jun Tae's hand came down on her shoulder, steadying her. ❝ You should be more careful. The baggy clothes are not hiding anything. ❞

Hana glanced over her shoulder to look at the manage. She breathed in a dusty, damp breath of air and faced forward. They were almost there. It was hard to tell how long they had been walking for, but she just knew. Time worked differently here. It was a void between worlds, set up to keep the monster prisoner. The flow of time was virtually nonexistent -- a bubble of time and space between Midworld and Hell, that kept Leviathan locked away without him being able to strengthen his powers. Something was off, here, though. She trailed her finger over the dirt wall and pulled it close to her face. The walls were usually brown like garden soil and smelled like moss. Now, it was a dusty red color and the air smelled of swamp water.

❝ Something is wrong, ❞ she announced softly. A faint crack of light was coming from the floor, lighting the bottom of the stares. How long had they been traveling down here? The last time she had come with Jehoel, it took nearly a week and a half for the trip to be over and it seemed as if they had only been gone a few hours. This was no different.

The light looked as if it were peaking out from under a door. That was odd given they had to use magic to pass through to the cage of the beast. There were no doors. This only reiterated her previous statement. Something was definitely wrong and they should not be here. This wasn't just her being a coward or too human. It was the God - honest truth. Even in their full forms, Xathanael and Raziel were not strong enough to take on Leviathan, even with his minimal powers. The Serpent was too great.

Her feet came to a stop when they finally reached the bottom of the stairs. Her heart froze in her chest and Hana slowly lifted her hand to the door. The surface was ice cold, to the point of burning her skin. ❝ Ouch. ❞ She yanked her hand back, holding it close to her body. Hana whispered a healing spell, but the effects of the prison did not just weaken Leviathan, it weakened all who came here. The most she could do was allow her hand to blister -- that only made it worse by comparison.

❝ Luria. ❞ Luria transformed in her other hand to his knife form. It was lightweight and easy to manage with only one hand, much less tiring than the sword. Albeit, their weapons would do them little good if something had happened to Leviathan's cage. The light from under the door cast shadows in the earthen stairwell. Shadows. She could use those.

Hana stepped into the shadows of the door, bending them at her will. They easily cloaked her like a blanket and with a slight ushering to Jun Tae, he stepped in as well. She wrapped him up. The door couldn't hurt its own shadow. She let the disguise veil over them and they pushed through the surface, uninterrupted. Light shined and as soon as the shadow was dropped, she felt blinded. Hana had to shield her eyes from the immense adjustment. They had been in darkness for so long that her blue eyes were nearly black from dilation. This wasn't their usual way in. They said no spells, drew no symbols -- it was all wrong. But there, high above them, was a towering beast wrapped around its prison, unable to break free. Hana stood straight and lifted her chin up to look at the sky above. It was fake, but that did not mean it meant any less to her. It was beautiful and long missed. She could not wait reach the surface once more.

❝ Leviathan, it has been a long time. I do say, I much rather prefer you this way -- quieter. ❞ Jun Tae stepped forward and Hana's blue eyes nearly exploded out of her head.

❝ RAZIEL NO! ❞ It was too late. She reached out her hand to grab Jun Tae by the arm, but the angel had already crossed the line. Light shimmered and electricity ran through the barrier. One minute Jun Tae was there, then next he was ash.

She felt cold. Her hands trembled. This wasn't happening. Hana collapsed.

Leviathan slid down off his spiral, his tail still wrapped around like a ball and chain. He inched closer to her, not daring to cross the barrier. The large, blue, serpentine eyes in his dragon head were bigger than her face. They peered down at her, almost with concern. She knew it was fake. Leviathan was incapable of feeling empathy almost as much as Lucifer was incapable of feeling humility. They were brothers to the core.

She pulled herself to her feet, tired and weary. He was still here, locked up, but now the Dark Angels would find him. There was no convincing Leviathan to join their cause. He would only ever side with his brother and the Dark Angels had surely been watching. She almost didn't want to leave this place on account of the fact that as soon as she reached the surface, they would be waiting. She was safer right here between the strange icy door and the barrier that kept the Serpent contained. Her odds didn't look too good, but she wrapped herself in shadows once more and ascended the stairs.​

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Alejandra Rojas
DAY: 65 - 4/4 | DATE: November 26th, 2013 [Tuesday] | LOCATION: Restaurant in Rosario, Argentina​

After enjoying a great dinner in a private booth and casually chatting about random subjects from favorite foods to tattoos, the two fell silent as they drank down the water in front of them. The air got fairly serious as the guy adjusted himself in his seat. He set down his glass and rubbed his forehead a little bit, clearly contemplating what he was going to say. There was no doubt that whatever he had to say, it would be serious. At least, she really hoped it was.

"Alright, I've been trying really hard to figure out how to come out and say this without sounding crazy," Oh that wasn't good. "But I really can't do that because no matter how I say it, it's gonna sound crazy." That definitely was not good. "But first, let me ask you, have you heard about all of those plane crashes and strange weather events and 'zombie attacks'?"

"I've heard bits about them," she answered as she nervously fiddled with a stray lock of hair. "Why?"

"Well, those events aren't as isolated as you'd think." Instantly, she wanted to call bullshit.

"How?" All of this seemed really sudden.

"Alright, well, I can personally account for the weather and those 'zombie' attacks because the group I've been traveling with has been subjected to all of them." He was definitely right, this was sounding crazy. "See, the thing is," he started again. "We're not regular people."

"How so?" She blurted out.

"Well, um, to put it bluntly, we're fallen angels." Her expression dropped and she just stared at him blankly. "Yeah, I was expecting that."

"Rightly so." The girl commented bluntly.

"Yeah, I was skeptical at first too. But, uh... They showed me something that made me believe."

"Oh yeah, and what was that?" This had to be good.

"Well, uh, hold on a sec." Vincent looked around and called a waiter to ask for more napkins. When he came back with a bunch of them, he thanked him and sent him away before pulling out a pocket knife.

"Whoa, what are you doing with that?" She tried to back further away from him.

"Relax, I'm not gonna do anything to you." He said calmly as he pulled his sleeve up. She watched in shock as he slowly dragged the knife across his skin letting a flood of blood pour out onto a few napkins.

"What the hell are you doing, are you nuts?" Panic shot through the entirety of her being as he set the knife aside and started to wipe the blood away from his arm. She fell silent again when he finished wiping off the blood to reveal that the deep cut he had inflicted on himself was completely gone.

"Yeah, I was expecting that, too."

"How did you- I mean- That's just-" She was stammering in disbelief as he displayed his arm.

"As an angel, I have an advanced healing factor as well as the ability to heal others." The blondie calmly started to try to get rid of the bloody napkins. "While this isn't exactly what they showed me, they did display their powers for me. Made me believe. Figured I'd do the same."

"That's..."

"It's a lot to take in, I know. I've been there, too. Listen, take your time, think it over, and if you feel you're up for it, come talk to us again. We'll explain everything then." He said as he got up out of the booth, pulling out his wallet to go pay the bill. She just sat there, staring at the spot he was sitting at.

When they got out of the restaurant, her face was still blank as he made his way to back to the hotel. "So-"

"You don't have to say anything now," he interrupted her. "Just think it over." With a wave and a wink, he turned to walk to the hotel. She made her way back home, the image of his arm vivid in her mind.

 

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Cal and Mali both helped support him as the group prepared to leave. Caius had a bad feeling about this and even though he desired to leave with the others, he needed to say in hell. Even so he had to endure, they wouldn't leave him and so he had no choice but to come with them. He prefered to have traveled with them, to never leave their side, to always be with them.

Mist formed around them and soon enough they were soon out of realm of hell and everything turned black. Wounds that had begun to heal began to slightly rip open once more, but Caius refused to let out a mere whimper as they traveled. This was the moment of truth for them and he could hold them back.

Brisk cold air hit him and soon enough they were at their destination. Soren was weakened bad from the transportation and with everybody taking notice of both the new location and Soren's fatigue, Caius took the opportunity to crawl away from the group. His body was burning and it was not just from the wounds. He raised his hand to his mouth before throwing up a mixture of blood and gastric juices. A great deal was thrown up before he sighed and began to pant "this place...is not for me..." Caius muttered silently to himself before rising to his feet. Wiping away the blood and saliva from his mouth, he walked up to the others and glanced over at Soren "you...um...shouldn't say much...just rest...I'll...um take care of things for you..." Caius said to the boy that was like a big brother to him as he scratched the back of his head.

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As Alistair waited on for things to progress his eyes suddenly widened as he stared up at the sky and sighed. "And so...yet another one has passed..." Alistair said softly as he continued to stare up. Even without Temeluchas' influence the fallen had already begun to die out. Things were changing far to fast now and at the same time was quite interesting as well. He lowered his gaze and glanced down at the four that were kidnapped and raised an eyebrow quite intrigued at the thought of how they were going to get out. It would be quite the shame if they died like this...

 

Adam's consciousness was being gained back slowly, but he was able to start hearing voices. Although most of it seemed like pointless conversation, it was still... some form of back and forth. There was a good period of silence, then he felt a finger on his forehead tracing something out. And... it was almost a paint maybe? After a moment the smell came, and his eyes shot open in time for him to see Lu finish painting something on his forehead. Most likely in blood. He could see it trickling down her wrist anyhow.

SHIT.

Adam had a momentary freak out when he realized what was going on, but then he quickly calmed down. He knew it would only be worse for him if he wasn't calm. He looked around to see who the rest of them were. Kai, Henrik, and Sal were there. He finally noticed there was another person there and after a brief moment he realized it was Alistair. He looked in Alistair's direction and let out a quick chuckle before he yelled, "Oh look who it is. I haven't seen you since you were carrying around babies and stitching up Bonnie. Where've you been? Hell and back?"​

 

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He continued to stare down at the group and one of them had happened to awaken. He wasn't familiar with one of them but he vaguely remembered the blondie named Adam. It had been quite the long time since they saw each other and it was actually nice to see the blondie despite having not really spent much time with the boy. "My my my, aren't I the popular person today..." Alistair said with his own chuckle as he shook his head upon noticing the response that Adam had given him.

"you could say I really have been to hell and back, but enough about me...I'd love to chat and all but the pretty little lady over here loathes mindless banter and all..." Alistair said casually crossing his arms as he stared down at Adam. He really did wish to continue banter with these fools and more and more he wanted them to get out of this despite his mistress' goals.

 

"Oh my my my." That was all Sal had to say as first blood drawn by Araquiel. He had no idea where the angel such as himself came across some sort of obsidian bullet...he also had no real idea what the significance of the obsidian was until Zachariel had explained to him that it was basically the super amazing perma-death material that of course had to exist because without it then these angels would be immortal...or something to that effect. Regardless, this was quite the daring move made by the Angel of Vengeance/World of Distortion/Whatever else his titles were, and Sal figured it'd be time to join in as well. Causing a slight breeze to make his own sword wand appear in his hand. Smirking a bit, he caused his sword, Imperium, to reveal itself and slash his own binds away.

This was all going to have to happen in an instant, and due to this basically being a do or die situation, she did something that normally she wouldn't. She gave him access to all of his powers and so he did everything he could as fast as he can. His arm moving way faster than it normally should have, in addition to activating his earth aura to give him an incredible strength boost, he threw the blade at the angel of torment's chest at full force. In addition to this full force throw, he used his wind powers to hit the hilt of the blade so that it would fire exceedingly faster than just the throw would have permitted. With the blade being launched in one straight line aimed straight towards her chest, he was pretty much gambling that this was going to kill her.

 

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[/url]More talking. For fucks sake did they ever shut up? She threw her head back and looked up to the sky. Lu never liked hearing anyone's voice but her own and they just wouldn't stop. She was so sick of this. Time for them all to be silenced forever. Alistair and Adam exchanged some words that she really paid little attention to. Lu pulled out the knife and bent down to cut a lock of what's-his-face's hair. It wasn't until Araquiel started talking again that she finally looked over with a disgruntled sigh.

"Did I ever tell you about my gun? I've spent over a century working on the stupid thing, with a little help from a friend, just so it could suit my needs." Araquiel's revolver levitated out of his coat pocket and aimed itself at Alistair. Mm, yes. The revolver. She was aware of its presence. Things were about to get interesting. It mattered little of him telling her about it. She had them captive for two days and they spent most of that time sleeping. He must have been really stupid if he thought she wouldn't have gone through their personal affects while unconscious. "Obviously, a pathetic thing like that could never kill an angel. It'd probably be a minor annoyance to Dark Angels."

"Your point?"

The revolver's hammer was pulled back. The revolver aimed at Lu and fired its one remaining bullet at the woman. Stupid. She had a barrier up before he could even think about cocking the gun. "An obsidian bullet on the other hand...well that's what happens when I get creative."

It fired.

Her blue eye shifted to the left in time to see Sal riding himself of his bindings. Even better. The compact was out and in her hand. The bullet shattered the barrier, but fell to the ground at her feet. A dark smile crept across her lips and the sword pierced her chest. "Ego cum te negotiandum locis."

Lu's body fell to the ground at the center of the circle. The sword stuck straight through. She coughed blood. The mirror was still tight in her hand and her blue eye fell on Adam. "Puppet?"​

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Alejandra Rojas
DAY: 65 - 4/4 | DATE: November 26th, 2013 [Tuesday] | LOCATION: Alejandra's House in Rosario, Argentina​

As soon as she got home, she started to take off all of her clothes and prepped a bath for herself. Once the bath was filled and the rising steam filled the bathroom she hopped in and let the soothing heat fill her body, leaning back and shutting her eyes. The image of Blondie cutting his arm open the way he did rushed back into her head. Her eyes opened violently and she sat up in the bathtub, the image refusing to go away. What he had told her, that those news events weren't isolated incidents, were they really true? Did what he said really hold any ounce of truth to them? There was really only one way to find out. She would have to talk with his entire group and find out the truth, as well as anything else they might know. She was also curious how she fit into all of this.

After finishing up her bath and wrapping a towel around herself, she went to her bed and put on a fresh set of clothes for sleeping. She sat herself up on her bed, staring at the empty screen across from her. Talking to Vince's little group is the only way she'll ever get any piece of mind. The image of his arm just wouldn't get out of her mind. It's like it ingrained itself into her mind, continually going to plague her until she confronts them about it again. That guy was really good, she admitted. "Weird prick." To show her something as gruesome as that out of absolutely nowhere. Some people would like a little bit of warning before you pull that kind of shit. Actually, almost any person you'd go up to would ask for some kind of warning. The only people who could realistically get away with pulling that kind of stunt was a street magician, like David Blaine.

Perturbed, the young woman eventually turned on the television and tried to find something that would take her mind off of what she had seen. Nothing was really working and eventually, she caved and left it on a random channel before forcefully shutting her eyes and trying to will herself to sleep. Hopefully the night would pass without anything too drastic happening.

Vincent Antonio Zeppeli
DAY: 65 - 4/4 | DATE: November 26th, 2013 [Tuesday] | LOCATION: Hotel in Rosario, Argentina​

After getting back to the hotel and going to his room, he realized that he forgot to tell her that she was a fallen angel herself. "Aw, dammit! I knew I forgot something!" He beat himself up as he got into the shower and washed his body.

With a towel draped over his head and a fresh set of boxers on, he made his way back into his room and towards his bed. "Damn, I really hope she comes back to talk to us. I need to tell her she's one of us. Ahh, so stupid!" He fell backwards onto his bed as he continued to berate himself for forgetting such a crucial detail. He stared at the ceiling, just wondering what in the hell he was going to do about that. He'd probably have to tell the others that he messed that part up. Though, hopefully, he had left her wanting more, enough for her to come back for an explanation. Otherwise, he'd be horribly screwed. After letting himself have it for his slip of the mind, he fell asleep comfortably in his bed.

 

Everything had went by pretty fast, first he heard the sound of the gun and then he saw Sal cut himself out of the bindings. He decided he should probably do the same, and had Nahkosh extend itself and he cut himself free. By the time he had stood up, he heard Lu speak something in Latin.

Lu fell to the ground with the sword still impaling her, and she coughed up blood. She was holding the mirror as she looked at Adam, "Puppet?"

Adam's eyes widened as he took a step forward, then he found himself quickly making his way over to her. He carefully pulled the sword out and threw it over back towards Sal before he mumbled, "She wasn't lying... she wasn't lying... you-" he grabbed the mirror from Lu's- Bonnie's hand and stared at it, "You bitch!" he threw the mirror at Henrik and spoke up, "I'd use that damn knife if I were you..." he looked back over at Bonnie and spoke, "You-" his voice was cut off by him trying not to cry.
Bonnie coughed up blood and reached feebly for Adam's cheek. Her hand fell halfway up and landed by her side. Tears streaked down her face and she smiled up at him. "Hi Puppet. You look good," she whispered. Bonnie licked her bottom lip, her head rolling to the side. "I'm dying again ..."

"But- you weren't killed by the knife... does this mean you'll still live? Or was this just luck..."

She smiled up at him. "I'll come back. My life is different then the rest of you, but I don't know if I'll be back before you die." She looked up at Alistair. "Can you he --" she coughed more blood, " -- help? Lu's body is ... it's losing too much blood."

Alistair merely shook his head and let out a sigh before walking up to the angel and pulled out a few medical supplies from his jacket pockets. "ah...she goes about and cuts herself...would have been nice to have been informed of this beforehand..." Alistair said softly more to himself that to her. When Alistair was finally there, Adam handed her gently to him and spoke, "Well hopefully you have needle and thread..."​

 

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[/url]HE SAT THERE FOR A LONG TIME, JUST STARING. LEON WATCHED AS VINCENT PICKED UP -- WAS THAT THE TERM? -- ALEJANDRA THE RECEPTIONIST. THAT WAS INTERESTING. HE HAD CONTEMPLATED STEPPING IN, BUT SHE LOOKED ON EDGE AND HE DIDN'T WANT TO SPOOK HER. PLUS, HE COULDN'T BE BOTHERED WITH ACTUALLY DOING ANYTHING RIGHT NOW ANYWAY. IT WAS A LITTLE SURPRISING THOUGH, TO SEE THAT SHE WENT WITH HIM.

LEON NEVER MOVED FROM HIS SPOT AT THE SMALL TABLE, EVEN WHEN HE SAW VINCENT EVENTUALLY COME BACK LATER THAT NIGHT. ALEJANDRA DIDN'T RETURN TO THE HOTEL WITH HIM. HE ONLY HALF WONDERED WHAT HAPPENED AT THEIR DINNER. HE WASN'T SURE HOW LONG HE SAT AT THE TABLE FOR, BUT IT WAS WELL INTO THE NIGHT WHEN HE FINALLY GOT UP. LEON HEADED SLOWLY UP THE STAIRS TO THE ROOM THEY CHECKED INTO THAT MORNING. HE FELL ON THE BED, THE CAN ON THE NIGHT STAND, AND SHUT HIS EYES IN AN ATTEMPT TO SLEEP.​

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For most of the day Logan was thinking about some of his past training with Samael. There had to be something that he wasn't getting since it was becoming clear that just trying to get the vase from him wasn't the only thing he needed to do. He thought about long and hard before giving up on it. He need more information before he could make any guess. So with the thoughts pushed back, he got into the bed and fell asleep.