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Adam had his hand grabbed and he was pulled down the hallway as Ahranna spoke about how it looked better in here that it looked outside. Which he didn't doubt for a second. Then he let go of his hand and she looked at him clearly hesitating to say something.

Oh boy.

"Any who, he um, He wants to see you."

Adam felt a chill at those words and the only response he got other than Ahranna continuing was Semyaza laughing in his head. He almost made a visual response to Semyaza but held back long enough, and watched as Ahranna ran off to go get Alistair and... Sariel... that... almost sounded familiar.

If you are intimidated by him already, you should really rethink your position.
Yeah sure, let's switch sides again and just get someone to carry me out of Hell.
I was joking, Mister Literal.

Ahranna came back with Alistair and... a guy in a mask. He kind of glanced at him for a moment trying to figure it out but just gave it up rather quickly. Then Ahranna brought them all upstairs, and with every step Adam was starting to feel more and more nervous.​

 

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Danel, Mammon, and Manitos knelt in front of him waiting. They were expecting others today. He said he wanted Semyaza here, and he got it. At least they all managed to accomplish something. As for everything else, there was reprimanding to be dealt out. His nails tapped on the edge of the armrest and the door opened slowly. In walked the halfling, followed by three men. Good. They were all present. She whispered something to them and pointed to the floor before kneeling before him. When the others followed suit, his golden eyes lowered to the tops of their heads. Halfling.

She raised her head and he motioned for her to stand. The girl jumped to her feet with a chirp and stood uneasily before him. "Um, hello, My Liege. I've brought them for you like you requested -- Semyaza, Azrael, and Sariel." She motioned to each of them. He waved his finger for them to rise as well and she tugged on Semyaza's sleeve.

What of Azazel? You said you could do this.

"Y - yes, My Liege. I do -- I can. I have it all figured out. You will have Azazel before our next meeting."

He nodded and she returned to kneeling.

Danel, what of Temeluchas? I do hope you have good news. There was a harshness laced into his words.

The Dark Angel rose to his feet and nodded his head solemnly. "Yes, My Liege. Temeluchas has been obtained. She is currently residing within a shard from the Hall of Mirrors. While she is not dead, she cannot cause further trouble. She is well contained. After we've succeeded, you may break it and determine her fate. Within that amount of time, she should return to her old self."

Contained was not dead. Danel, I warned you about messing up again. The angel knelt, spasming and crying in pain. Manitos!

"My Liege," she chirped, rising to her feet. "I ... I have some disappointing news." She flinched as he leaned forward. "You see, after further searching, we've come to the conclusion that the Gates are most likely not located where we had reason to believe they were."

We?

"I," she corrected. Manitos fell to the ground beside Danel in pain.

Does anyone have good news?

The talons on Mammon's feet clicked against the marble floor and he rose to his feet. "Your Highness, I have been following that one you spoke of -- Xathanael. I believe she has led me to the location of your brother. She's been underground for a few days, but should be surfacing soon. If she does, Leviathan will be able to return to us."

There was a long silence. Mammon looked uneasy, like he was trying to figure out whether or not he would be on the ground as well. The Morning Star nodded, pleased. Good. Go. You are dismissed. His talons clicked against the floor again before he fled the throne room. His golden eyes settled on the three newcomers. Semyaza, it is a pleasure to see you again. My, how long it has been. Your boy there will go with the halfling to bring Azazel. I am tired of waiting for her arrival. As for the two of you, his gaze fell on Azrael and Sariel, I want that shard and you need to start building an army, not killing off the army.​

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The time had finally arrived, they would finally meet Lucifer face to face, something that had never happened ever since Alistair had reached hell. Not even a single word was ever ushered to him from Lucifer himself and it was quite a curious thing. His curiosity built up further and further as he walked along the others. Needless to say the two men had awaited this meeting.

Once they entered the throne room Lucifer had seemed just as Alistair had imagined. The angel was super powerful and regal, having no acceptance for failure. Danel and the whore had already fallen while the other two had gotten praise for their work. What was said about Hana was quite intriguing, but that was something to investigate another time.

Semyaza had gotten quite the warm welcome, while him and Regulus merely got scolded a bit for the killing of demons. Lucifer wanted the mirror, but he was unsure of what to do with the shard he held onto. Did Temeluchas actually have something planned? or was she merely rolling around as she went.

Regulus merely stared on at the man that ruled it all in the castle. It was this man that held all the powers at was quite the shame that the leader disproved of his methods. "My apologies..." Regulus said breaking he silence lowering his head as he placed his arm over his chest. "I am one who would rather not kill for unnecessary reasons...those that I have killed I believe to be mere fodder that will barely have significance for your cause...those that I have spared have been strengthened...though if it is your wish I shall refrain from killing" Regulus said calmly.

Regulus began to speak and Alistair merely reached into his pocket and touched the mirror shard. Feeling the connection he merely began to speak to the mistress of his and just see what she had to say about this entire situation.

"so....the big boss wants your vessel...what shall we do my mistress? I do hope you planned for this...."

"Of course Pet. I plan for everything. You pulled me from one mirror already. Just pull me from another Stupid."

"Geez...this is not gonna bode well for me....ah you definitely owe me for this...hell...I may even die here..."

"You said you were working with me, not anyone else. If you are too much of a coward then don't bother."

"calm down, calm down....I told you already I will follow you...and follow you I shall...I'm not gonna abandon you..."

It was an insane gamble and he knew the chances of getting caught were high, but Alistair did what he could. He took Temeluchas' soul and sent it away, back to the mirror he had in his room. He never truly knew what she thought of him, he was most likely a idiotic fool and scapegoat in her eyes, but he was her tool...and if he was to die for her sake and look like a fool then so be it...so long as she was alive...

He knew death would come for Temeluchas, but he would what he could. Without looking at the mirror shard, he pulled it out and held it up "Here...is the shard that is currently on me" Alistair said.

 

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He sat impatiently.

"My apologies..." Sariel lowered his head and crossed his arm over his chest -- a sign of respect. Good. He wouldn't be completely useless. "I am one whom would rather not kill for unnecessary reasons... Those that I have killed, I believe to be mere fodder that will barely have significance for your cause... those that I have spared have been strengthened... though if it is your wish, I shall refrain from killing."

He nodded once. All must be spared for the cause. Even the most insignificant can make the greatest of impacts. His eyes fell on Azrael who was fiddling around in his pocket. They flashed bright, then the man began his approach.

Azrael appeared nervous -- for good reason. He had been assisting Temeluchas in her endeavors. The Angel of Death was needed, but still expendable. His loyalties seemed to lie with someone else. "Here... is the shard that is currently on me." He handed it over and the Morning Star rolled the crystal in his hands.

He held it up to examine the prize. One quick peek with his golden eyes told him more than he needed. The shard was empty. No soul was contained within it. Is this some kind of joke? Do you all take me as a fool? He rose to his feet. The shard of glass turned to dust in his hand. The temperature in the room spiked and the sconces on the walls blazed brightly. Souls, trapped in the skeletal throne, wailed in agony and the Prince of Darkness took a step forward. His hand pressed against Azrael's chest, blasting him across the room. Manitos stopped writhing in pain and scrawled like the vermin she was behind the halfling. Danel's head raised about an inch. His brown eyes were filled with pain and what appeared to be terror. Never had he shown fear before. He was finally broken.

The Morning Star's foot came crashing into Danel's side. I warned you. I said no more failures and I meant it. You should know plenty well that I am not as forgiving as our Father. His eyes landed on Azrael on the other side of the room. You will bring me your 'Mistress.' You follow my command, or you will end up like our dear friend, The Angel of Judgement.

"My Liege," he choked out.

Enough!

At the command of his voice, there was a popping noise and a brilliant flash of light, blinding the room. When it cleared, the spot that Danel had once been occupying was empty, save for a lone feather. You are all dismissed, but let this be a lesson. I am not messing around. If you do not find the Gates, you will be joining him Manitos. Out, all of you.​

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Alistair went flying from the sudden force of Lucifer's wrath, but to his surprise he was not dead quite yet. Colliding with the nearby wall Alistair merely smiled softly as he closed his eyes "well...this is a surprise" Alistair muttered silently. He had seen Lucifer's power first hand the sheer fact that he was not dead was not astounding. He figured Lucifer was not that stupid and though it would have been best to have given him the shard he did not wish to take the gamble.
Alistair had no guarantee that by handing the shard to Lucifer that the prince would not shatter the shard instantly and leave him without time to save her. Danel had finally perished and Alistair began to wonder how long until all of Lucifer's men perished or abandoned him. The smile never faded from his mouth.

Regulus calmly watched on as the events unfolded. Alistair was always an interesting man, but he was foolish nonetheless. With the cue to leave being sent, Regulus gave a bow to Lucifer before heading towards Alistair. Picking up the aristocrat by the shirt, he calmly dragged the man out and once out tossed him to the doll waiting outside "so...just what are you planning Grey?" Regulus said calmly.

"You'll see sooner or later..." Alistair said with a grin as he looked up at the doll carrying him "Be a doll and take me to my room please" Alistair said. The doll looked up at Regulus who gave a nod in confirmation and soon left, delivering Alistair to his room. Once let down Alistair let out a loud sigh as he walked up to the mirror in his room. "ah...well that fell to ****...do dim down the mockery please....I so am not feeling quite well..." Alistair said

 

Adam had clearly been nervous and afraid the entire time. He hadn't said a word, he only listened intently, and the only time he wasn't nervous or afraid was when he was being addressed. Or well... Semyaza was. And that was probably the reason he felt calm when he was being spoken to, Semyaza probably wanted him to not be shaking, and be able to listen to what he had to say.

Frankly, what he did have to say only made Adam want to sigh. He was going to go and get Joslyn? Without being murdered? He was certain that if Azazel had found out he was gone already, she wanted nothing to do with him. She already didn't, now he had a reason for her to want to kill him.

The events that happened in the room afterwards were a catastrophe. Alistair was lucky he was still alive and Danel was... well. He was not lucky at all. Adam knew Lu was in the mirror when he had called up Danel, which meant Alistair must have been doing something. It didn't surprise him considering how he had been around Lu for so long that he probably had his own agenda at this point.

It wasn't his problem now anyway.

Adam bowed before he had left in respect and then left the room. When he was out of there he was visibly shaking.
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"...so you've finally come...I must admit your arrival was much more later than I expected..." Regulus said upon noticing the sudden boy walk out from the throne room. Turning around he faced the boy and stared down at him from his mask and raised an eyebrow. Watching the boy shiver was quite interesting, though a bit dull that it wasn't a result from him.

A smirk crept across the man's face and he began to shake his head a bit and chuckled as if he was told a sad joke. "Whatever happened to your desire to see the world not covered in hellfire? out of all those present that day you were the one most opposed of me joining the dark angel..." Regulus said as he continued to stare down at Adam "...I am quite intrigued at whatever it was that changed your mind..." Regulus said darkly.

 

Adam noticed someone else was there and calmed down as he listened to him speak. As his words continued on he finally realized who the guy in the mask was and he felt stupid for taking so long to realize it. Adam took a deep breath while he listened to him question him.

"I wasn't opposed to you joining. I have been working with the Dark Angels for a while. I was keeping up an appearance with the group. But imagine playing the recruiting role, and just deciding to stop because Lu was there." He shook his head and grinned a bit, "I was just repeating the same stuff they spew out to everyone else. But... my arrival at Hell was delayed because I was supposed to break the group's compass and find out the location of Leviathan. Neither of those things happened."

Adam shook his head and finished up with, "I could probably go on for hours about it."​

 

Tiia sat outside her apartment as she surfed through the paper for yet another job. She had been working as the desk person at a hair salon for a couple of months, which was one of the longer jobs she was holding. She got fired a few days before due to her snapping at a customer. She had been cleaning houses for money for the past few days but she knew she needed to get a more stable job to pay the bills.

Tiia eventually stopped looking through the newspaper and trudged her way back into her house where she turned on her laptop and waited for it to load. Then she proceeded to turn on the television as she waited for it to load up. She turned it to the news and it wasn't local, yet again. They had been going international with all these crisises going on. Most of them had been in the western hemisphere, but she was a little bugged that America still kept pushing its goddamn Monroe Doctrine, thinking they could handle it. There was a twitter handle on the bottom left side of the screen that simply said #prayersforMexico which kind of made her chuckle a bit.

Everytime she saw one of those prayers things she never really wanted to do anything with it. But, something in her today told her to obey it. She clasped her hands together and lowered her head.

"If there is anything that can be done for those people, I hope you let it happen. Or at the very least I would love to do something to help that isn't just donating cash."

She logged into her laptop and after about a minute she noticed the news had cut to a commercial, but the advertisement peaked her curiosity. As the ad played, she realized it was a travel advertisement. When it was over it displayed a "JOURNEY THROUGH SOUTH AMERICA" slogan at the end. And she couldn't help but laugh. Why were they playing one of these ads when they were talking about attacks that happened in central and South Am-

Oh

"Um... no. As fun as that idea sounds, I really don't want to travel to South America. Besides. How is that going to help?"

Tiia opened up a browser on her laptop and was immediately greeted by a popup ad, a travel ad, for Santiago, Chile.

"Excuse me, but do you understand how expensive senseless travel is? Why do I need to go to Santiago oh heavenly lord above?"

After that, she received virtually no signs, and just scrolled through her email and Facebook with the underlying thought in her mind. Why was this bugging her so much? Why was he sending her to Santiago? What the hell was to be gained in Chile of all places?

It ate her alive until Tiia finally opened up a travel website and looked up the price for a plane to Santiago and cringed, "Are you serious? Dammit this is what makes my mother go crazy."

After a few minutes of just sitting there she purchased herself a ticket, "If nothing happens I will never listen to you again. I'm not kidding."
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Temeluchas waited impatiently for Alistair to arrive. She sat in the reflection of his room for far too long. What good was he? The dumbass needed to ask her what to do next. Was he really that clueless? He had already moved her once, how much work was it for his dumb brain to realize that gee, maybe he should move her again. Humans. They were just a waste of airspace. Tch.

When the door finally opened, she rose to her feet and did the best she could to peer out of the corner of the glass. It took another minute for the stupid fuck to come into view -- so slow. "Bout time."

"Ah... Well that fell to shit ... do dim down the mockery please.... I so am not feeling quite well..." said Alistair.

She rolled her eyes. "You look terrible. It suits you." Her knuckles knocked against the glass barrier in annoyance. "Would you let me out already? I'm tired of sitting in these damn mirrors."​

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"Yes yes, hold on" Alistair said with his eyes closed as he let out a sigh before raising his arm forward and merely caught a hold of Lu's soul. It was a quick and fluid motion but Alistair had managed to pull out Temeluchas out from the mirror and return her back to her form once more. The sudden pain to his chest from the force of Lucifer had assaulted him and Alistair immediately held his chest and cringed a bit before smiling softly.

"There...your free now..." Alistair said calmly as he straightened up a bit. There was really not much to say and maybe it was cause of his fatigue from the encounter with Lucifer. He began to wonder just how long it would be until at last he died a dog's death. He lucked out this time, but that luck was soon to end eventually.

He was the jester in this story of fate, bound to die a pitiful death, to be though of as a joke. Maybe it wasn't this bad, to leave without regrets and leave without anyone to care. It was silly that he thought of death after being spared, but the angel of death could never stop thinking about it afterall. Turning away, Alistair walked over to his bed with a sigh "go on with the mockery and stuff...I'll be here listening or doing whatever you need this useless body of mine to do" Alistair said lazily. [DOUBLEPOST=1390275380][/DOUBLEPOST]

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"Hm...is that so?" Regulus said boredly not quite believing the words of the one before him. "and I could sit for hours and listen, but I doubt you wish to speak any further..." Regulus said calmly as he turned away once his doll had returned. Regardless of his desire to see just what made this boy tick, he decided to merely hold off on it and merely witness the answer himself later on. "I will leave you to your task...it will be intriguing to see how you deal with that little girl that believes you to be a friend" Regulus said walking away with the doll.

 

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[/url]Ahranna waited until the masked man walked away before approaching Adam. Things were really tense after that meeting. It was the worst one by far. She couldn't believe that Lucifer just blew up Danel like that. She knew it was in his nature, but to see it happen was another story. Ahranna put her best foot forward and tried to smile. She tapped Adam on the shoulder and slipped her arms around his bicep, leading him back downstairs. "You okay? The first meeting is usually pretty intimidating, but never to that extreme. It's too bad about Danel. He was pretty cool." She poked him in the cheek as they made their way down the stairs. "It's really not so bad here. Plus, we'll get to see your friends soon so you can get outta here for a bit. Oh! That reminds me, what's the deal with Brandon?"

She puffed out her lips into a pout and scowled. "It's like he never notices me. I'm always there, trying to get his attention, and he just looks like he's seen a ghost. I mean really, it can't be that hard to believe I'm there. You'd think at this point in time, they'd all just assume that everyone they meet is either a demon or a fallen angel. I mean, ya'll don't socialize with too many humans after all. Oh, except for that one Danel brought here after Mammon abducted what's - her - face. I never remember. Not the point. Um ..."

She let out a big breath of air. Ahranna was trying to do her best to make Adam cheer up. He was probably getting sick of her always talking. Oh well. One of the Nephilim popped out from a side hallway, stepping in front of them. "Oh, hi Mali."

"Ahranna" she said with a profound attitude.

Ahranna pressed her lips together. "Watch ya doin'?"

"Getting somethin' to eat." The blonde haired Nephilim girl walked right past without another word and made her way upstairs. She was an unpleasant one.​

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Alistair did some magical hand waving crap. She could feel her consciousness being pulled towards him. Gross. Her body shivered and rippled before tearing free of the mirror behind her. Lu was ghostly and moved with an astral air about her. Her soul - projection whisped around in a playful manner.

"There... you're free now..." Alistair said calmly as he straightened up a bit.

You should have broken the mirror, it would have been far more entertaining. This form was lacking a voice without a body. She needed a solid form. As convenient as it was to move with the wind, it was time to take on a new shape. She was growing tired of the last one anyway.

Turning away, Alistair walked over to his bed with a sigh. "Go on with the mockery and stuff...I'll be here listening, or doing whatever you need this useless body of mine to do." Alistair said lazily.

She rolled her eyes. As fun as that sounds Pet, I have something else in mind. Be back soon. Temeluchas gave him a wink before she disappeared like vapor.

It didn't take long to find a decent host. Her ghostly finger prodded at the growing cold cheek. This one was in fine shape. There weren't any unnatural signs of death. She had enough gruesome marks on her to begin with. More was unnecessary. Whatever caused this one to die must not have been too traumatizing. It was now or never. Humans these days were much better at responding to deaths, which meant if she didn't acquire this one, she would have to search for another. She shut her eyes and willed herself into the fresh corpse. There was a distantly familiar tugging sensation as her spirit filled the body. The eyelids snapped open and a dark smile spread across her face. The Dark Angel hopped to her feet and searched the room for a mirror. She frowned at the sight of her half disfigured face, but it was something to expect these days.

Lu waved her arm wide and mist surrounded her body, pulling her back to the deep depths of Hell. She couldn't have been gone for more than a few minutes, not that it mattered. When the darkness cleared, she was standing inside of Alistair's room once more, only solid. Her hands ran down the front of the black dress and she tossed the long blonde hair over her shoulder. "What do you think?" she asked, without any real concern for his answer in her voice.​

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And so Alistair was left alone as Temeluchas has vanished from his sight and left to whatever souls did. It was a short moment, but it was a good moment for him to tend to his wounds that he head received from Lucifer. It hurt like hell, but he had been in situations much worse that this so it really did not bug him in the slightest. Taking a seat on his bed he began his work

With the wounds tended Alistair raised an eyebrow as a blond haired woman had suddenly made her appearance in his room. "So thats your new body" Alistair said buttoning up his shirt before placing his jacket on and placed his hand on his chin as he continued to sit on his bed "Well...I've gotta say I much rather prefer that old body of yours...but this one is quite cute" Alistair said with smile.

 

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Lu was still adjusting to the new body when Alistair looked up from his place on the bed. "So that's your new body." Alistair said, buttoning up his shirt before placing his jacket on. She nodded. He rested his hand on his chin as he continued to sit on his bed. "Well...I've gotta say, I much rather prefer that old body of yours... but this one is quite cute." He smiled.

That bastard smiled!

Her yellow eyes blazed and she narrowed her brows at him. "This body is not 'cute.' There is nothing cute about me. I hope you burn to death while having all your limbs ripped apart from you torso. I could do that to you. It would be easy too. Don't call me cute." She glanced around his room -- much smaller than her own -- and wrinkled her nose. "I liked it better in here when it was on fire." she muttered. It was decent then. This is just - vomit. Her room was better. It was bigger, and emptier, and colder, and darker. It was meant to keep people out. A Dark Angel should have an uninviting bedroom, some place no one wants to visit. Her's was like that. No one would dare step foot inside.

She inspected his patch job from afar. "Did He give you those wounds? That's what you get for being stupid all the time Pet." Lu pursed her lips and begrudgingly crossed the room to sit by him on the bed. "Next time you let someone get that close in an attempt to kill me -- not that they could have, but it's not the point -- I'll end you." She looked up at him with an angry face. Being stuck in the mirrors for more than a day was a pain in the ass, but it kept her alive.​

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Unlike his friend who were most likely enjoying the second day of the three day break the school was having, Allen was currently at home working on a more private project. To be exact he was in his room working on a song that he's been putting off due to school. The break was the perfect time for him to get caught up on it. The only downside was that aside from humming, he had little way of hearing how his song sounded. "*Si sólo tuviera un guitarrista aquí?"

With a small sigh, Allen put down the piece he was working on and stretched, It was about time for him to take a break from this anyway. As he got up from his seat, he made sure to grab his phone incase someone decided to message him. His phone was always left on vibrate when he was working.

Allen made his way into the kitchen where he grabbed himself something to drink. On the bright side, he was almost finish with this. Then he would be able to enjoy the last day of his break, assuming he finished it today.

OOC: *If only I had a guitarist here?

 

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She said how see hated being called cute with quite the threatening threats, but even so this only made her look even cuter in his eye and dare he say adorable. He really should have stopped smiling in order to please her, but he just couldn't help it and began to chuckle.

She continued to berate him some more and Alistair just watched her in her little fit merely accepting her words as usual. She soon found herself making a comment on Alistair's wound and for a strange reason he felt as though the woman actually held a string of concern for him. It was all in his imagination and he stared down at her angry face as she yelled at him for letting them almost kill her.

"Sorry Sorrry, it won't happen again...my mistress is the strongest there is....she has no need to dirty her hands after all..." Alistair said closing his eyes with a bright smile. "hmmm...though if you don't like being called cute how about pretty?" Alistair asked happily.

 

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"Sorry Sorrry, it won't happen again..."

"Good."

"My mistress is the strongest there is.... she has no need to dirty her hands after all..." Alistair said closing his eyes with a bright smile.

He's mocking me. Her expression soured. He knew damn well that she quite enjoyed getting her hands dirty. This was all just a joke to him. Her eyebrow twitched and she resisted the urge to lunge at him and rip out his throat. He wouldn't be able to say such ridiculous things without his throat.

"Hmmm... though, if you don't like being called cute, how about pretty?" Alistair asked happily.

Her brows knit together and her face turned red. She gave Alistair a shove and crossed her arms over her chest. "You think this is funny. I don't see why I even keep you around. Honestly -- sitting here mocking me. I aught to gut you. It's just one thing after another with you." Lu turned to him, still not looking pleased. He was enjoying himself.

Alistair had fallen back on the bed without resistance. Her yellow eyes flashed to him once, then back to the wall across the room, brooding. "Come now, I'd rather you not get your hands dirty, my guts really aren't worth it, besides what you call mockery I call praise." Alistair said with his smile never changing as he sat back up.

She glowered at him. "Shut up," she grumbled, flopping back on the bed. Her newly blonde hair fanned out around her in a circle and Lu looked up at Alistair, less angry and more annoyed. "I'm going to have to start all over. Things would be more effective with the stronger ones, but the weaker ones that don't know whom they are will be easier to control. Such a waste of time that was." Lu rolled onto her side and started tucking at blanket, pulling the strings loose.​

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[/url]LEON DRESSED QUICKLY. HE DIDN'T WANT TO BE COOPED UP IN THE ROOM LONGER THAN HE HAD TOO. IT WAS WARMER TODAY, SO HE PICKED SOMETHING MORE APPROPRIATE FOR IT. HE DIDN'T HAVE A LOT OF CLOTHES, BUT THERE WAS ENOUGH OF A VARIETY. IT DIDN'T REALLY MATTER TO HIM MUCH. HE HADN'T BEEN ON EARTH LONG ENOUGH TO CARE ABOUT APPEARANCES AND THE ONLY PERSON THAT HE WOULD HAVE CARED TO SEE HIM A CERTAIN WAY WAS DEAD.

HE POURED THE ASH - DIRT COMBO INTO A SMALL VIAL AND HUNG IT FROM HIS NECK BESIDE CONTEGO. THE VIAL WAS TUCKED UNDER HIS SHIRT FOR SAFETY, WHILE HIS SHIELD'S PENDANT FORM SAT ON DISPLAY OVER HIS CHEST. HE MADE HIS WAY DOWN TO THE LOBBY AND NOTICED ALEJANDRA AT HER POST. LEON GAVE HER A NOD BEFORE HEADING OUTSIDE. BEST LET THE RECRUITMENT GO TO SOMEONE ELSE TODAY. HE DIDN'T WANT TO MAKE ANYTHING WORSE, JUST SPEAK THE HONEST TRUTH. TODAY HE WOULD HELP SAM INSTEAD, IF SAM CAME DOWN LOOKING FOR HIM, THAT WAS.

LEON SEATED HIMSELF OUTSIDE ON A CURB. HE HELD HIS ARM OUT AS GOLDEN FLAMES LOOPED AROUND HIS HAND AND HE SIGHED. LEON REALLY DIDN'T HAVE IT IN HIM TO KEEP THIS UP, BUT HE NEEDED TO. IF HE EVER WANTED TO SEE PURIEL AGAIN, HE WOULD NEED TO PROTECT THE WORLD THAT THE NEW BABY ARCHANGEL WAS BEING BORN INTO. HE THUMBED CONTEGO BETWEEN HIS FINGERS FOR COMFORT. HIS PARTNER HAD BEEN BY HIS SIDE LONGER THAN ANY OTHER ANGEL. IT WAS HIS OLDEST FRIEND, JUST LIKE THE WEAPONS WERE FOR EVERY OTHER ANGEL.​

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Samuel Riviera
DAY: 67 - 3/4 | DATE: November 28th, 2013 [Thursday] | LOCATION: Hotel in Rosario, Argentina​

With a groan and a stretch, Sam got up out of his bed. He popped his neck from side to side and cracked his knuckles, twisting his upper body as he did so. With a glance at the alarm clock on his night stand, he quickly got dressed and went out of his door. He walked down the hall and made his way to the lobby. Hopefully, Leon would be out there or somewhere else, because he didn't actually remember which room was his. He looked around but couldn't find a trace of him inside. There was a chance he was outside, but he couldn't be too sure about that. He walked up to the receptionist and asked, "Excuse me, have you seen a guy with golden eyes walk by here?"

"Yes. He just went outside." The girl pointed to the door.

"Thanks." He made his way out of the door and found him sitting on the curb. "There you are." After walking up to him, he decided to take a seat beside him. "So then, about your training..."