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Joslyn Taylor Jones
DAY: 67 - 4/4 | DATE: November 28th, 2013 [Thursday] | LOCATION: Hotel Lobby in Rosario, Argentina ==> Private Jet heading West​

After rejoining with the group that had been kidnapped and learning of all the things that happened to them, it was decided that it would be for the best if they continued on to where they were supposed to go next. In private, Joslyn pulled out the compass and checked where their next destination would lie. After a few moments of staring through the cracked compass face, she found out that they would have to head to the West of where they were now.

"West, huh? So there's yet another angel somewhere here in South America?" Azazel asked curiously.

"Looks that way. I wonder what kind of person they are?"

"Probably some disgusting creep we don't need to meet." The demon cut in.

"Hold your tongue, unless you want me to do it for you." The angel threatened.

"My bad." Tessa answered with a sarcastic tone in her voice.

"Please, just... Just stop, please?" She pleaded. "We need to meet up with everyone in the lobby now." She picked up the bags at the side of her bed and checked to make sure she had everything with her. Once she made sure that everything was with her, she went through the door and headed for the lobby.

Once she was there, she spotted a few of the others waiting there already, along with the receptionist who seems to have just gotten off of work. She was seated on one of the cushioned seats close to the doors. Curious about what she plans on doing, she walked over to the seated girl and sat beside her. "H-Hello, there. I'm assuming s-some of the others have s-spoken to you?"

"They have." The short-haired woman answered. "To be honest, at first I thought that Blondie over there was just crazy along with the rest of you guys." She pointed toward Vincent who had been standing by the doors with his bag at his feet.

"Well..."

"Do not mention that you were in a mental hospital or say that you hear voices in your head." The fallen advised. "And don't answer me out loud."

"But they proved they weren't lying to me. So, here I am, ready with my stuff, embarking on a journey with you guys, for better or worse."

"Well that's g-good!" The pale girl excitedly clasped her hands together. She extended her hand to shake her's. "M-My name is Joslyn, i-it's a pleasure to have you w-with us."

Reluctantly, her gesture was reciprocated. "Right. My name is Alejandra."

After everyone else had gathered up in the lobby, they all went out and headed for the Private Jet which was still there. It seemed that even though Alistair was with the people in Hell, he was nice enough to loan them his plane. Still, the fact that he was with them now was not something to take lightly. For now, though, they were lucky to have it for their use. With everyone on the plane, she reclined in her seat and closed her eyes, intending to sleep through the flight.

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Samuel Riviera
DAY: 67 - 4/4 | DATE: November 28th, 2013 [Thursday] | LOCATION: Private Jet heading West​

After getting on the plane with everyone, he decided to have a seat and reflect. He thought about how his training with Leon would help him have a better relationship with Hana. Hopefully, things would go well with her. He was worried about her, seeing as how they haven't seen each other in a week. All he could really do at the moment was just train, get stronger, work on his self-control, and pray that she would be able to safely regroup with them.

After that, he remembered that the training Leon put him through forced him to remember his rotten father. It made him think about how he might handle a family of his own. Hopefully, he wouldn't have to worry about that too soon. His relationship with his own parents wasn't exactly a nice one. What if he ended up being like his deadbeat father? Leaving his kid to do whatever in God knows where while he was off doing the same. He hoped that things would never come to that if he did become one. Though, he also hoped that it would happen some time in the future. With these thoughts plaguing his mind, he closed his eyes and fell asleep.

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Alejandra Rojas
DAY: 67 - 4/4 | DATE: November 28th, 2013 [Thursday] | LOCATION: Private Jet heading West​

Now that she was on the plane with everyone, she wondered about what things might happen as she traveled with these new companions. Hopefully, things wouldn't end up going to shit, but who knows? There was really only one way of finding out how things would unfold in the future, and that was to let them happen. Her stomach was in knots as she thought about everything she was leaving behind. It didn't matter to her if she was doing it to protect them, leaving them was still a painful thing. As thoughts of them whizzed about in her mind, she went to sleep.

 

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THEY BOARDED THE PLANE IN THE EVENING, A LOAN FROM AZRAEL. IT LEFT LEON UNSETTLED, BUT THERE WASN'T MUCH HE COULD DO ABOUT IT NOW. THEY STILL HAD RECEIVED NO WORD FROM XATHANAEL OR RAZIEL SO THEY WERE OUT OF A PRIVATE JET AT THE MOMENT. MOST EVERYONE HAD FALLEN ASLEEP ON THE RIDE. FORTUNATELY, THEY DID NOT GO FAR, HAVING ONLY TRAVELED TO CHILE. WHY CHILE? BECAUSE THE COMPASS POINTED WEST AND NO ONE QUESTIONED JUST WHERE EXACTLY AND HOW FAR WEST THEY NEEDED TO TRAVEL SO CHILE SEEMED GOOD ENOUGH. AFTER FOUR HOURS THE OTHERS WERE AWOKEN FROM THEIR SEATS ON THE PLANE, USHERED OUT AND TO THE NEAREST HOTEL LOCATED IN SANTIAGO. THEY WOULD START AGAIN IN THE MORNING ONCE ALL THE WEARINESS WORE OFF. FOR NOW THEY SLEPT, LEON INCLUDED. EACH DAY WAS GROWING MORE VITAL THAN THE LAST. HE WONDERED HOW MUCH LONGER THE REST OF THEM WOULD MAKE IT...​

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Day 68
Friday, November 29th, 2013




Tiia trudged her way out of the airport and stopped herself for a moment to stretch her spine. She took a deep breath in and looked around at the new world around her. She had never been to South America before, in fact, she had never been to the Americas before. She'd gone to other places around the world but this was new territory for her, and so far she was loving every second of it.

Then she felt her stomach growl and she frowned.

She didn't like eating on planes, because of the motion. There was something about being up high that she didn't like to eat because of. She clicked her tongue and walked about the streets of Santiago looking for somewhere that was open for lunch, and in her budget. Then out of the corner of her eyes she saw the golden arches that anyone could recognize.

Tiia walked in awkwardly, looking at the hustle and bustle in there. Then she walked up to the counter to see a boy younger than her behind the cash register with his elbow leaning on the counter in boredom. He noticed she was there and looked up at her with disinterest, "Hola, bienvenidos a McDonalds, ¿Puedo tomar su orden?"

"Um... Yes. Do you have any of those salads with the chicken?"

The boy stared at her blankly and he struggled to speak, "I not do speak English."

Tiia stared a little dumbfounded before she slipped out a comment, "Well if you work at an internationally known business, you should know English."

The boy stared at her again and repeated himself, "I not... do not... speak English..."

Tiia rolled her eyes and replied, "I. Want. A. Number..." she looked at the menu and held up her fingers and spoke as though to a little toddler, "Nine. With.... Agua."

The boy's face quickly turned to anger as he slammed his fist against the counter, "Usted me da un poco de respeto pedazo blanco de mierda. Hable y números o Inglés todo lo que quieras, pero no se utiliza ese tipo de tono conmigo!"

Tiia stared in concern for a moment before she replied, "Now, now. No need to get vicious... amigo?"

After no less than a second the boy leaped in her direction and reached his arms out to attack her, but was held back by employees who kept shouting, "Hernandez! Hernandez! Cálmate!"
"Esta chica necesita que le enseñen una lección de vida sobre el respeto!"
"No se puede hacer esto con cada cliente que le trata como a un niño!"

The boy went to go punch at one of his employers who made some comment about him, and they were all interupted by a loud whistle which made the room go silent. A man came out not long after, clearly the manager, and he looked at the boy and spoke, "Vete a casa Hernández, y enfriar mucho antes de siquiera pensar en volver aquí de nuevo. Podrías haber conseguido otro empresario que habló Inglés de tomar su orden, pero en lugar de eso casi le atacó y nos hubiera costado a lo grande. Si esto sucede otra vez, no voy a darle otra oportunidad. Te disparar en el momento. ¿Entiendes?"
"Pero señor I-"
"¿Entiendes?"
"... sí señor."
"Bueno, ahora volver a casa."

The boy looked pained for a moment before he looked back at Tiia with an almost apologetic look, which quickly turned into a menacing glare, thenhe left from the back door.

The manager turned towards Tiia and cleared his throat, "I am terribly sorry for that Miss. In a hope to compensate, we will give you your food free of charge... what would you like?"
"Um... yes. Can I get the number nine? If it has chicken?"
"Yes you may, anything else?"
"Could I get a bottle of water?"
"Certainly, anything else?"
"No, that is it."
"Thank you very much for choosing to eat here."

Tiia waited and got her salad and sat herself at a table and kept looking outside, constantly wondering about the kid who was at the register.

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~~~Translations~~~
1. Hello, welcome to McDonalds, may I take your order?
2. You give me some respect you white piece of shit. Talk and numbers or English all you want but don't you use that kind of tone with me!
3. Hernandez! Hernandez! Calm down!
4. This girl needs to be taught a lesson in life about respect!
5. You can't do this with every customer who treats you like a child!
6. Go home Hernandez, and cool down a lot before you even think about returning here again. You could have gotten another employer who spoke English to take her order, but instead you almost attacked her and would have cost us big time. If this happens again, I won't give you another chance. I will fire you on spot. Understand?
7. But sir I-
8. Do you understand?
9. ...Yes sir.
10. Good, now go home.​

 

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"Hardly..."

Regulus' voice and footsteps echoed throughout the basement as he walked towards the source of the new arrival. The one he had expected to arrive had finally made his appearance and it was only fair that Regulus welcome the fool that decided to show himself. Behind him was his usual doll and beside them were a pair of humanoid demons that were fully dressed. They stood as calm as possible compared to the demons that had roamed around.

"The child boasting around after doing away with fodder...though I share some blame as well, Lucifer does not take well to his demons being killed..." Regulus said crossing his arms as he stood across the nephilim. "This is a den of demons....a den that holds those that do not take well to the death of its brethren...leave now if you value your life...this is my warning...if desist then whatever happens will be of your own fault" Regulus said coldly uncrossing his eyes as the doll and two demons took a step beside the silver haired man.

 

[/url]Sal woke up, stretching himself out for a bit, feeling that it was quite a nice change of pace sleeping in a hotel. He hadn't done that in, what, four days? Well, that wasn't exactly as long as it had actually felt, but it dangling in the air in hell mist for a few days certainly wasn't the most comforting of sleeping. Speaking of which, Sal was still kind of curious as to what the four of them were going to be sacrificed for, though probably figured it was best that it didn't happen, since he rather enjoyed living and the other three people there probably did as well. Oh well, Sal walked himself down to the hotel lobby to get his breakfast and wait for everyone else to wake up. One by one as they all piled up downstairs until the entire gang was ready and raring to go on their next day of recruiting.

As soon as they had came together, they checked the compass as to where it was pointing for them to be going, and as such the group followed the directions provided to them by their white haired navigator and piled into whatever means of transportation they could find. It had guided them to the lot of a fast food parking lot and was pointing one way...and then it apparently shifted directions almost instantly to the fast food restaurant itself. This could only mean that two angels must have been in rather close proximity to each other and so they figured that splitting up to get the recruitment done faster would be a much better idea. Splitting up into two groups, group one consisted of Sal, Kai, Richard, Samuel and William whilst group two consisted of Joslyn, Brandon, Leon, Vincent, Lauren, Alice, Henrik, Iris, Logan and the new girl Alejandra. They would be able to keep in touch via Kai's and Joslyn's phones and hopefully given the multitude of languages known in the group, communication wouldn't be a problem. Once the groups split apart, group one was off to begin its mission.

Walking into the fast food restaurant, the gang began their hunt... without the compass. Thankfully, their angels had the amazing ability to recognize each other's existences and it wasn't long before Zachariel had pin pointed which person was the host to Raguel, the Friend of God. That certainly sounded like an interesting title to have, especially given her status as a fallen angel. Nevertheless, Sal decided to walk over to the girl who hosted the angel. Once he was near her, he simply said, "hello there Miss. I have something rather important I'd like to talk to you about."

 

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A hearty laughter had echoed throughout the area, but it didn't come from the silver haired man, but the demon that stood beside the silver haired man...

"Your right Regulus...this boy is a fool...a cocky one at that"

Regulus' eyes shifted over at the speaking demon but then shifted towards the boy once again. "This result was foreseen...hungry beasts are always drawn by the scent of blood..." Regulus said not really speaking to Soren as he knew the boy would merely sprout stuff he really didn't give a damn about. "Call them..." Regulus said.

"...very well Regulus...COME FORTH MY BRETHREN!"

Upon the cries of the demon of the demon standing by Regulus' left, the once silent basement had erupted with noise. Bursting out of cells jumped out. The hoards of demons began to swarm the area following the scent of the nephilim. The strength of these demons varied a great deal, some weak but others holding great unshown strength. This was Regulus' lair, this was where he preformed all his work. The beings he created all called this place home. Every single advantage was in Sariel's favour. The other nephilim were smart enough to know not to enter this place, but the child before him was rash and ignored this fact. Caius was merely lucky that he was Regulus' toy.

The demons began to surround Soren, some snarling, while other remained as calm as ever. Regulus merely pointed his palm straight at Soren and clenching his fist, invisible shards flew straight at the boy. With the cue demons began rushing forward towards the Soren. The boy would soon turn into a mere thorn, so it was best if he dealt with it now.

 

"Hello there Miss. I have something rather important I'd like to talk to you about."

Tiia was in mid-bite when this person approached her and spoke. She wasn't expecting it, and it almost made her jump, but she didn't. Instead, she sort of just stared at the man, trying to figure out what the heck he was talking about. Was there a scam going on or something? Maybe he was in there when she spoke to the worker and he was going to point out some fact of life about racism. She had absolutely no idea.

She looked at the window for a second, then looked back over at the unfamiliar man and spoke, "Um... okay." She looked around at the other people in the McDonalds and then she looked back at the man again, "What is it?"​

 

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William did not wish to waste time trying to recruit the girl before him. If they wanted to get it over as fast as possible they needed to do it right. Of course William didn't know how to do it right, but he had to at least give it a shot. Taking a step ahead William closed his eyes with a smile, placing his hands behind his back. It was starting to get scary how easily he was able to act like this.

"Sorry for disturbing your meal and all, but have you hear about the disaster all around the world? planes falling and people dying?" William said as he hopped onto the seat across of Tiia. "What if I were to tell you that the two of us are angels? angels that were kicked out of hell and forced to live normal human life? crazy right?" William said scratching the back of his head as he let out a small laughter, but stopped as his red eyes widened upon noticing a single fact "Oh! how rude of me! I haven't introduced myself! I'm William!" Will said extending his small hand out to shake.

 

"Ah- Ah.. um... what?"

Tiia stared at... William, in front of her. She shook his hand but stared at him with eyes filled with shock before her face settled down a bit. "Did you just say angels? What-"

Tiia took a few seconds to stare at the kid in front of her, then she started laughing, "This is funny. Are you those type of people who just randomly walk up to people and say something crazy to see their reaction?"

Tiia started to look around for some kind of cameras that could be shooting her reaction. Then she focused back on William and the other man. "It was definitely funny."
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[/url]Sal was about to answer the question of the Miss who hosted Raguel had asked, but then William had stepped in and decided to explain the situation to her. That was the go-getter attitude he liked in a fallen angel team member. He simply stood back as William had explained everything and was waiting for the reaction of the Miss. After this point, he was expecting the usual look that they were completely crazy people, and that the fallen angel thing was just something worthy of throwing them in an insane asylum. Granted, the whole television hoax thing was new kind of reaction, but nevertheless, she was not a believer in the fact that they indeed were fallen angels.

Stepping over Sal said, "sorry to disappoint Miss, but sadly William isn't joking. The both of us are indeed fallen angels and, believe it or not, you are as well. As fallen angels basically are trying to gain strength and numbers, you being one of them, in order to stop the forces of hell from causing an apocalypse. I know this sounds rather crazy, but it is indeed true and every fallen angel we get to join our group helps. The things like the strange storm over the British Isles, Australia's freak hurricane, the flood of Venice, and the "zombie" invasion of England are all examples of things that have already been caused by the forces of hell." Hopefully she would see that they were indeed not kidding about their fallen angel endorsement, and not continue to think they were crazy.

 

There was a moment where Tiia was unmoving and looked in almost a complete state of thought. This went on for almost a minute, and for sure someone could think that maybe she went into a state of shock. But, as soon as the minute was up, she quickly stood up from the table and spoke, "No way!"

Tiia instantly went into a laughing fit before she threw her hands up in the air, "Oh man I was convinced I was crazy but no. This is why you wanted me to go to Chile! I'm not crazy I might before more sane than eve-"

Tiia stopped immediately short when she remembered she was in a McDonalds and she turned and saw staring faces looking at her in horrid confusion. Tiia let out a soft chuckle before she scratched the back of her head and said, "S-sorry everyone. I-um... my friend here." She quickly grabbed Sal and patted his shoulders and spoke, "Gave me a really awesome surprise... enjoy your food!"

She quickly sat down and covered her face and looked up at the two, "S-s-sorry I'm..." Tiia was flush red embarrassed before she spoke, "M-my name is T-t-tiia... I'm... from Estonia... and I just..." she completely put her face against the table and stopped moving completely.
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[/url]Sal stood there after he explained the entire situation to the Miss. He was kind of wondering what had happened to her, seeing as she just completely stopped doing anything. He was wondering if she was alright, and if the fact that she was indeed a fallen angel didn't make her go into some state of absolute comatose. After waiting for a minute, no more and no less apparently, she more or less exploded into a jovial outburst. Throwing her hands into the air she proclaimed that she was indeed not insane and that someone apparently wanted her to go to Chile. Sal kind of had no idea who she was talking about, but it was quite the positive thing that someone sent her to Chile. The Lord works in mysterious ways an all that.

After she apparently realized that she was in public she patted him on the shoulder and told the rest of the people that he had given her a surprise, which was indeed true, and then immediately sat back down. Sal waved to the good people of the restaurant, all of their curious and judging eyes looking at the both of them, until they went back to eating. The Miss sat back down and seemed to force out an introduction out of which Sal could only describe as a mixture of excitement and embarrassment.

"Well, pleasure to meet you Miss Tiia. My name is Salvatore, though most simply refer to me as Sal. Only a fraction of our group is here at the moment seeing as we believe there's another fallen nearby. Though, for now we'll simply go back to our hotel that we're residing at, but if you have any more questions I'll be glad to answer them to the best of my ability." With that, group one had finished their recruitment job and went to go back to the hotel to give a crash course to the their new found team member.

 

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Demons fell one by one by the attacks of Soren. It was to be expected that the fodder had been killed off with ease. The stronger ones had barely done a single thing and soon found themselves killed off as well. Though the wave had been killed, more and more had risen forth of varying strength had head towards Soren in an attempt to take the boy's life.

In general the demons had begun to do exactly as Regulus wished. The demons were a diversion used to merely hold down the boy and although it meant sacrificing some demons it was no greater than the amount if he left the boy to do as he pleased. "Docrates.....Phaeton.....go..."

"Alriiiiiiiiiiight"

With a gleeful cheer the demon on the right had charged forth straight at Soren while one on the left joined as well. Their skills leaps above the mindless beasts, they gracefully charged forward at Soren with sharp and deadly claws. While the boy dealt with the lesser demons, the other two lunged towards the boy and slashed forth at him.

Docrates's was estatic, enjoying any wounds he received from Soren, but Phaeton was calm and stoic despite the wounds. The two were opposites, but despite this the two worked fluidly, as if the two were the very same person. With their claws they began to slash at the boy cutting his skin as they in turn got harmed as well. However in the end the two had managed to push the boy to the ground and point their claws ready to finish him off.

"weeeeeell that was fun...fun indeed!"

With the demons words, Regulus merely stared down at Soren. "I will give you one last chance...leave now if you value your life...your refusal means I shall end you here..." Regulus said calmly crossing his arms as he continued to stare down at Soren.

 

Joslyn Taylor Jones
DAY: 68 - 3/4 | DATE: November 29th, 2013 [Friday] | LOCATION: Residence in Santiago, Chile
OOC: This Spanish was brought to you by Google Translate​

After splitting up into two groups, the little flock of angels she was with followed the compass to a nice little home within the town. It looked inviting as they slowly approached the house, the compass in her pocket getting hotter as they neared. As they neared, Joslyn called over to Alejandra. "You can s-speak S-Spanish, right?"

"Yeah, I can." The short haired woman replied.

"Okay, I think y-you should try talking to them th-then."

"Huh?" She looked at the pale-skinned girl in disbelief.

"I know you're n-new and all, b-but I can't speak any l-language other th-than English. I-If Hana were here, it might be a d-different story, but for now, w-we need to rely on w-who is here." The girl tried to explain.

"You're doing good, honey~ Keep it up!" The fallen angel encouraged.

"Well, alright then." She answered back reluctantly. The newest member of the group walked up to the door and knocked, clearing her throat as she did. "Disculpe, ¿tienes un minuto para hablar? (Excuse me, do you have a minute to talk?)"

 

The door was opened slowly for a moment by a little boy who looked up at the group end then quickly shut the door, he ran through the house whispering to the rest of the kids in the living room, "¡Escóndete! Son los trabajadores sociales!(Hide! It's the social workers!)"​

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"¿Qué?" Sven waited until the five other children were hidden in different places in the house and he let out a quick sigh, looking around in concern before he put on a straight face and walked over to open the door. He opened it a little bit and glanced at the ones now standing in front of his house, "¿Qué quieres?(What do you want?)"
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