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[/url]Sal had just stood there, waiting for the angel in question to answer the door, until finally she did. It was an asian girl with a smile on her face, roughly around the same age as the younger kids of the group. She seemed to suddenly have this look of confusion on her face, get her phone out (kids am I right?) and immediately lifted it to her face. He heard a camera shutter noise go off, and then she stepped back and shut the door in his face. Sal's expression stayed relatively the same, with a bit of surprise mixed in the usual calm, and said, "well that's a first." He then wondered what he should do in this situation, since knocking on the door again probably would generate an equal, if not worse response. Breaking in was also an option, albeit it was option that would be heavily frowned upon and probably wouldn't create the greatest of results. She shortly opened the door again...only she looked incredibly nervous; shaky hands, wide eyes, clutching her phone like her life depended on it (kids, am I right?) She then asked if she could help them.

Sal retained his calm demeanor and since he was already the one who had knocked on the door, he would speak to her. "Yes, hello there Miss. We're here to talk to you about all of the really strange events that have been going on around the world recently, how they're related, and why we're speaking to you about it." He had hoped that would intrigue her enough to not slam the door in his face again. That'd be bad.

 

The tan guy looked rather collected for having a door slammed in his face. Did he get that a lot? "Yes, hello there Miss. We're here to talk to you about all of the really strange events that have been going on around the world recently, how they're related, and why we're speaking to you about it."

Min knew all about the strange goings-on, but she wasn't going to tell them that. People thought she was a big enough freak the way it was, plus he was rattling on in English. It was awfully callous of him to assume she understood. Well two can play at that game. Just because she understood didn't mean she had to act like she did. "Duìbùqî. Wô tīng bû dông." There! That should help teach them. If she just keeps replying in Chinese, maybe they will just leave without doing anything to her or her mother.

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Cal awoke to the sound of Soren's voice. It was a lot closer than anticipated and it didn't take long for her to realize why. He was sitting next to her on the bed. She pulled herself quickly upright and scooted back a few inches. "Soren what on earth are you doing?" She asked in a bit of a sleepy stupor.

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Mali felt a dull aching in her body. Her hands moved to her sides where the burns had formed from the lightning attack. Immediately, her eyes flashed open. Black orbs settled on the old man nearby and she jumped to her feet, albeit, woozily. One arm gripped her shoulder, the other the wall. "What are you gonna do to me?" She spat.

 

Spoiler: Dreaaaaams~

Tiia opened her eyes and let out a yawn. She sluggishly sat up and stretched her back and then froze when she realized she was on her couch. Her green eyes scanned the area in serious confusion before she got herself up off the sofa and walked around her apartment. What was she doing home? Was that entire experience a dream or something?

Tiia walked into her room and grabbed her laptop and she brought it back into the living room and turned it on. As she waited for it to boot up, she heard a knock at her door. Tiia eyed the door for a few minutes, then she fixed her hair up quickly and walked over to the door and opened it.

"Thank you daaaarling." the unexpected guest said as they slid into the house and walked into her living room, "You have a nice place. You keep it pretty clean..." the guest collapsed onto the couch and kicked their feet up. The guest had a hood up hiding their face, and they kicked off their shoes as they sprawled out on the couch.

Tiia felt an anger build up inside her as she finally shouted, "EXCUSE ME. Why did you just walk into my house and make yourself comfortable as if you owned the pla-"

"Calm dooooooown Tiia. I technically do."

Tiia stared in hopeless confusion before the sound of her computer finally starting up made her jump a bit. Then she shut the door and walked over towards the couch, she shut down the computer and looked at the stranger, "Are you... Raguel?"
"Took you long enough... yes I am."
"You... is this a dream?"

Raguel placed an arm behind their neck and faced Tiia a bit more, "I guess the reaaal answer is yes. But technically no?"
"What do you mean technically?"
"I'm here, you're here. This is actually happening, this interaction... but we aren't physically at your house."
Tiia walked over to the couch and shifted Raguel's legs and sat down next to them on the couch.
"Hey! I was relaxing..."

Tiia sat Raguel up and pushed their hood down. Their appearance only confused her a little more. "Are you a boy or a girl?"

"Is there a 3rd option to that question? Because I'm option neither... I guess I am taking on more of a male form right now but I really don't caaaaare..."

Tiia continued to stare at him before she started playing with his hair, "You have the whole blond hair thing going on... the stereotypical angel look."
"No the stereotypical angel look is brunette for 'male' angels and blond for 'female' angels. But angels don't have genders which is why I am confused why it is a stereotype. Then again, I wonder why Christians convey Jesus as Caucasian. I can tell you right now he is not Caucasian. I don't think people understand that being pale white in the middle east isn't exactly common."

Tiia just continued to stare at him after is ramble before she decided to ask, "Oh right, you said you would tell me later about why you were kicked out of Heaven."

"...oh... right... I did..."

Raguel clapped his hands and fell back into the chair before he spoke, "Well, God can't exactly pick who falls and who doesn't... just because he likes them. Paradise has rules ya know... and I broke them. When you break rules, and get caught, you fall. It's pretty simple to understand. After all, his favorite angel is now the biggest sinner. We fell because I made a stupid mistake."
"We?"
"I don't know if you have heard Xathanael speak about a previous war that the Fallen kept Hell out of Paradise... but I was still up in Heaven then. I am friends with some of these Fallen after all, and after the war I wanted to know if everyone was okay. But it was a BIG no no to go down to Earth after it... they told us to stay up in Paradise and NOT leave. Well... I didn't listen, I went down to check out how things finished up."
"And?"
"Well, I went down, figured out who was dead... who was gone for good... I couldn't find anyone still alive at the time, I didn't have the time to... I got back up to Heaven and was stopped by Metatron when I got there. Metatron is the Heavenly Scribe, and writes down all the going ons in the universe... well, he told me I was going to be in serious trouble. I kind of... begged really. I didn't want to get kicked out of heaven... who WANTS to... some people leave voluntarily I guess but I didn't want to go... Metatron was getting very little information about the war though because the scribe couldn't go down to Earth and check things out, but he wanted accurate information... so I made a deal with Metatron. I would tell him what I know in exchange for having him erase the fact I went to Earth."
"How did you get caught then?"
"There are two angels that record the going ons of the universe. Metatron tried to convince Kiraman Katibin to change the information too... but Kiraman wouldn't budge. I understand, he was just doing his job... I told Metatron to just put me back in there, but there is some sort of rule about it. He couldn't add me back in. I told Metatron to go and tell the others he made a mistake and I would take all the blame... but Metatron said that because he was willingly taking part in the event, he would also take his part of the blame. In the end, both of us fell."
"That is stupid."
"Thou shall not lie."
"I think that was STUPID Raguel. Why didn't Metatron jus-"
"Metatron was a very honest man, and the guilt would probably stick with him if he knew he was willingly going with the scheme."
"But in the end it was mostly you."
"I know, I know. I feel guilty because I could have just suffered a mild consequence for it, but because I was willing to change records... it was just... I feel bad that I dragged Metatron into it."
"Well, it's in the past now isn't it."
"Good way to think about it! Alright. You should prooooooobably wake up now."
"Huh?"
"I said wake up now daaaarling."

Tiia opened her eyes suddenly and she was now in the location she was supposed to be. She rubbed her temples and whispered, "Dammit Raguel..."

Tiia got up and went to where everyone usually gathered and she yawned and questioned towards everyone, "Are we leaving today? I feel like we have been here for a while and unless you guys have been calling or texting the others, we don't know how they are doing either... and I feel like we should get back... just in case something is going on..."
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A new ally was to be made and this only meant a new character for his story. It was a golden opportunity to witness the recruitment first hand and he did not wish to miss out on this at all. Together with the group that decided to visit this new girl, Lucius walked on scribbling on in his big book.

Once again Sal took the lead in this recruitment and began to speak with the little girl that was there. She was quite the rude one and after an odd picture was taken, she slammed the door on them. Sal made an attempt, but that did nothing as the girl wished to play the fool.

"Never fear my companions for I shall take care of this situation! let it be known that Lucius Nero has got this under control!" Lucius said dramatically as he head forward towards the door. "Xú kè qīn'ài de gūniang! Yīnwèi wǒmen shì lái gēn nǐ shuōhuà de yánzhòng hé yánsù de shìqíng! Ràng rénmen zhīdào wǒmen shì zài xiāngdāng fánmáng, yīnggāi nǐ bù tīng wǒmen de yāoqiú, wǒmen jiāng zhà huǐ zhège mén xiàlái, yòng shǒuzhǐ yīgè dānchún de dānyuán bìng tuō dòng nǐ chū de tóufǎ! Ránhòu, wǒmen jiāng zhuóshǒu jìnxíng shāohuǐ jūzhù de nín jūzhù de tǔdì hé chàng zànměi gē! Zhè wúyí huì wéi yīgè gèng hǎo de gùshì...... Ó wǒ xiànzài gāi zěnme bàn zhù nǐ dǐdǎng! Dànshì zhè kěyǐ tōngguò nǐ zhǐ huānyíng wǒmen dào nǐ shūshì de jiā bèi zǔzhǐ!" Lucius said insanely dramatic.

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Translation:

Hark dear girl! For we have come to speak to you of a grave and serious matter! Let it be known that we are in quite the rush and should you not listen to our demands we shall burst this door down with a mere snap of a finger and drag you out by the hair! Then we shall proceed to burn down the land of residence you reside in and sing songs of praise! Surely this will make for a better story...oh now how I do wish you resist! but this can be prevented by you merely welcoming us into your comfy home!

 

Spoiler: The Ivory Palace: Prologue

Richard woke up in a place that clearly wasn't his hotel room. Great, this is exactly what he wanted. Observing his surroundings he realized that he was most likely not even on Earth at this point. His surrounding were much more...heavenly. The clouds in the sky were rather different. They didn't look like normal clouds that he'd usually look at, no. Being that the ground below was indeed clouds as well, these ones seemed far more lofty. Almost as if they were above everything else. Clouds were weird. As the light shone down upon him he was starting to wonder just what the hell his angel had him come here for. "Yo." As if on cue, Maalik had wandered in next Richard. "Guess you're wondering why I brought you here, up to this heavenly scene."

Richard continued to look at the angel wondering where he was going with this, and said, "have I died?" in a sarcastic manner.

Maalik simply stood there, unamused as always, and said, "no. This is not Heaven, and a slothful person such as yourself probably isn't in good standings anyway. Most of our hosts aren't, really." Maalik sighed as he looked up, "now while this might sound redundant, I'll say it again that this is not Heaven. This is not Heaven, because I have no memory of Heaven to build a replica off of." With that, there was a bit of an awkward silence between the two, before Maalik started back up again. "Anyway, with the finale fast approaching, you're still not at the strength I'd like you to be at. You're still missing one technique, and I can't just give it to you given the extremely inverted nature of its power in relation to your usual." With that, Maalik snapped and the clouds were pierced through by a large tower base. "This is the top of Ivory Palace. It has everything from monsters to food that'll slide straight through your stomach. Never stop to eat. Your mission here will be to traverse through all one hundred floors here, as you proceed to delve deeper and down the Ivory Palace. In order to descend a floor, you have to kill all of the monsters that spawn on it, so, get to work." With that, Maalik disappeared in his plume of fire and left Richard there to walk towards the Palace roof.

Spoiler: The Ivory Palace: Floors 1-9

Spoiler: Floor 1

As Richard stepped onto the platform like roof, he noticed something interesting happen. The sides of the arena had ignited into some weird white flame like wall, probably to prevent him from escaping if he ever wanted to leave. Not like he could wake up from this even if he wanted to. Looking at the platform he was standing upon, it was nothing more than just a flat circular arena. Nothing too special. That is, until giant red and black flame pillars started erupting from the ground. Out from them popped something he could only consider as demons, some things with these awkwardly mishaped patch worked bodies, tiny legs, and only one arm. Not to mention that wasn't actually an arm, so much as it was a giant scythe blade. Wonderful.

Stepped forth to greet his new enemies and drew out his blade, El-Harriss. Looking at the demons that had spawned before him, he had a good head count of about three or so. That didn't really seem like that big of a deal to the fencer anyway. As they hobbled towards him, he wondered just what they were going to do, when suddenly one of them hoisted its arm up and brought it down towards Richard. Richard had caught it with his blade, and though there was plenty of force behind it, it wasn't anything that he had to be actually concerned about. Parrying the blade away, Richard decided to see what these demons were made of.

He proceeded to cut through one of them with his blade, only for it to burst out blood and not be instantly severed. Weird. Richard continued to slash at one in some sort of four slash combo, with the fourth one sending the hobbling demon backwards and dead, dissolving into the ground. The other two were making their way towards him, and he simply grabbed one with the mist, and pulled it towards him. He then proceeded to slash upwards, causing the demon to go up, only for Richard to use his mist to bring it back down and slam it on the ground, killing it as well. The last one tried to bring its blade down on Richard just as the first one had, but with little effort, Richard parried the blade and riposted by thrusting his own blade into the stitched being. He then pulled the blade out, ignited it, and then with a heavy swing struck the demon dead.

Spoiler: Floor 2

Having killed the demons, Richard saw that the floor at the center had opened up. He walked towards it, wondering exactly what it was all about. As he approached he saw that it was a spiraling stair case, and so he started to descend down. As he got towards the end he ended up on a plat form that was...exactly the same. The staircase retracted upward now that Richard wasn't on it, and he looked around for a bit. Seeing the edge of the platform he was on, he realized that he was now below the clouds that surrounded the first floor. It was then that the wall of flame reignited and he realized what was to happen next.

Blade in hand, he turned around to see the now familiar pillar of black and red flame arise from the ground. Out came similarly patch worked demons to the last, only they shared a different trait from the last ones. Their arms were flimsy and hanging about limply, while they had one leg to stand on. The other leg was a giant scythe blade similar to the ones on the arms of the last one. This time, he was facing off against four of these demons, and decided to test the waters with them as well. Waiting for their attack, they finally came at him, flipping forwards and bringing their blade leg down on him.

Richard was able to parry the blade away easily enough, though the force was obviously much greater than that of the enemy before hand. It was then that two of the others had tried to do the same, which Richard simply pushed the both of them away with his mist. The fourth one then came at him, and tried to do a leg sweep. Richard jumped over this and brought his now flaming saber down upon the demon killing it instantly. He then used his mist to grab one of the other three and proceeded to do a four slash combo upon it, killing it just as fast. The two had made their way back to Richard and attempted the same attack as before. Richard simply grabbed one with his mist and slammed it into the other, only to finish it off by firing a wave of white flame towards the both of them, killing them as well.

Spoiler: Floor 3

Richard, having just defeated the second floor of enemies continued to go downward on the new staircase that had appeared on this floor. As he descended into the next room he saw that the room kept to the same layout. The height level also didn't appear to be any different, and as he stepped down the walls of fire were created once more. He looked to see what kind of enemies would appear this time, only to notice that it was just the same two that had appeared before hand. The demon with the blade arm had now been classified as a Scarecrow A, while the ones with the blade legs had been classified as Scarecrow L. To threaten Richard, there three of each, making him have to take down six of these *******s down at once.

Drawing El-Harriss, Richard awaited them to make their advance so that he could do the same thing as before. The demons weren't exactly the smartest ones ever created, and so their advances were slow and predictable. As the first Scarecrow L jumped at him, Richard brought his blade up to parry, only to notice that the three Scarecrow As had already advanced on him rather quickly. As such, he did a quick parry, simply pushing the Scarecrow L away, and hopped back to avoid the three attacks. The next two Scarecrow Ls had done there own jumping attack, and Richard simply decided to take them out as quick as he could.

He grabbed one with mist, parried the second one, threw the first one at the third Scarecrow L, and then proceeded to hit the one he just parried with a white flaming saber. The one that had just been hit only for Richard to go at the next five that were still alive. He backed off from the hobbling Scarecrows, and then grabbed one Scarecrow A, pulled it towards him and slashed it with a heavy flame swing. He then grabbed the other two with his mist, and smashed them against each other a few times, before slamming them both into one Scarecrow L. This killed all three of them at once, and the last one, he simply set a trail of mist to ignite the demon. As the demon was burning before him, he lunged, slashed once, and killed it almost instantly.

Spoiler: Floor 4

Climbing down the next set of stairs Richard had ended on an identical floor to the last. Whoever did the interior decorating for this so called palace was doing a terrible job at diversifying the place up. He seemed to be going nowhere as far as height was concerned, though maybe he was just that high up at this point. As he stepped onto the platform and the walls formed, he turned to see what met him here. Two massive ice crystal just sort of appeared, and out broke these weird demons. Having a long, skinny, scaly body, they had ice covering their body as if it were armor, and giant spiked ice claws. Well these were totally being called Frosts from now on.

The two Frosts moved much differently in comparison to the scarecrows he had fought did. Rather than mindlessly shambling towards him, the two of them seemed to step to the side, circling around him. He wasn't entirely sure as to what they were capable of, but didn't think of them as any true threat. It was then that the first of the two came forward and lunged at Richard. Richard had backed off, and then proceeded to parry the proceeding attacks from his ice claws. The Frost then backed off by teleporting backwards, only for the second Frost to fire ice spikes straight at him. Richard then grabbed the spikes with his mist and crushed them.

Richard then proceeded to go forward and strike with his flaming saber. The one he was aiming for dodged out of the way only for the second one to lunge towards him. Richard then called his mist up to grab the Frost and proceeded to spin it around, tearing the ice off as it skated across the floor. He then threw it at the second Frost, who was not expecting this. The second one got flung back, and Richard then proceeded to send a wave of flame at the two. The first one managed to get out in time, but the second one had been killed. Richard then ran towards the second one, who tried to block the oncoming flaming saber strike, only to be killed by the attack in the end.

Spoiler: Floor 5

Climbing down the fourth flight pf stairs, Richard wasn't entirely sure what to expect when it came to demons. Seeing as the last group was something completely different then the scarecrows he had fought up to this point, they clearly came in many varying kinds and had many different thought processes. As Richard had touched down and saw the flame walls block the rim of the floor, he saw the next demon appear. This one appeared to be in a suit of green armor, a pair of metallic green wings behind it, and green lance in hand, and a green shield in the other. Well this just got more interesting.

The newly designated Lancer enemy had appeared in a pair. The two had begun their assault on Richard much quicker then any of the others usually did. Their lance charged up and just went forward into one giant assault lunge, thrust thing. Richard didn't even attempt to parry the gigantic jousting type lances, and instead just hopped out of the way, avoiding getting impaled. When one had landed, it brought itself forward and thrust at Richard multiple times with its lance. Richard had weaved a bit, and then went in with a slash of his own, only to be blocked by the massive shield. The lancer then proceeded to go in and try to bash Richard with its shield.

Richard managed to push it away with his mist, only for the second lancer to appear above it, and have that one dive down forwards towards Richard. Richard was able to summon his hellfire mist and send it into the air, only to create an arc slamming down on the angel. Richard then grabbed it and pulled it forward, then slashing a few times with his flaming saber, only to knock the lancer before him backwards. The second lancer then charged at him, only for Richard to create a plume of hellfire mist that pushed it backward. Richard then sent his flame wave finale attack at the two, who were now on top of each other, and burned the two suits of armor away.

Spoiler: Floor 6

Past the fifth flight of stairs he had taken, low and behold, it was the exact same layout as before. Richard hoped it wouldn't be like this for the next 94 floors he was supposed to go down, but knowing how little fucks Maalik gave towards everything, and seeing as this was a palace made of his design, he was fairly doubtful of it. As he made it to the end the new enemies he was facing decided to spawn in. They were these weird things in these shadows cloaks, with some kind skeletal hook tail hanging from the bottom and simply floated around. He wasn't sure what these things were, but they were now called Mephistos.

The mephisto count was three in total, and they just sort of floated around Richard, both unsure of what the other was going to do. The mephistos had ended forming a sort of triangle around him, and the one behind had made the first move. Its attack was just a long golden spike being fired out towards the fencer, to which he simply parried the attack away, with his blade and then struck at himself. Unfortunately, the blade just sort of passed through the enemy, and he felt as if virtually no damage was dealt. The other two took this as an opportunity, did little arcs around him, and then both attacked at the same time.

Richard simply struck the spikes away once more and tried to think of what to do. The thought then occurred to just use his hellfire mist to take them down. Creating the waves of white mist that he had been using, he simply tried to grab whatever was inside out. At first, the mist seemed to grab it, but slid off. So Richard continued doing this, parrying the strikes when they came, until finally, he pulled one out and noticed that it was just some weird six legged insect demon thing. Pulling it towards him, Richard struck the thing out with a heavy flame swing almost immediately. The other two kept trying to bring him down, but Richard had simply avoided their simple attacks and continued to wail one the insect on the inside until all of the remaining ones were dead.

Spoiler: Floor 7

After dealing with the Mephistos, Richard had been cleared to move down onward onto the seventh floor and simply waltzed his way down the spiral staircase that had opened up for him. As his foot touched the similar to the last place floor he saw his next enemies spawn in to deal with. They appeared through some sort of flaming portal and were rather odd looking. They seemed like thin reptilian birds with their wings replaced by large sword blades. It was clear that they were going to be something just as different as the other enemies had been.

The Gladius, as this enemy was to be called now, Richard got himself ready to see just what this blade bird was capable of. There were six of them in total and they started flying towards and circling above Richard. One came down for a dive bomb attack, but Richard simply used his mist to push that one into the ground. As the gladius picked itself back up, Richard wondered if that was all they had to offer, only for him to see one actually slam its wings together and turn into a sword. The sword started spinning around, just floating there, and then it fired itself at Richard.

Richard was not seeing this coming at all...but it really mattered little. Richard created a wall out of his mist and completely stopped the Gladius's advance. The other five that were still floating around actually decided to coordinate and attack him. Three formed sword missiles at him and the other three came after him trying to swoop with their blade wings. Though it required more coordination then normal, Richard fired three plumes of hellfire mist upwards to intercept the oncoming blades, and then slashed through all of the flying ones in rapid succession, killing them instantly. He then used his mist to grab one of the blades, and then used it as a projectile, throwing the sword at another one of the Gladius's. Finishing one of the three off, the one that wasn't thrown charged at Richard, who simply grabbed that mid flight, and then when the final one charged with its blade form at him, Richard through the one in his mist at it, killing them both simultaneously.

Spoiler: Floor 8

That last floor was kind of nice. It let him flex out his hellfire grab and just throw things at other things. Though since he was still running into new enemies every single floor, save for floor three, he was wondering what new concept was going to be introduced to him here. As he made it down and the stairs had receded above him, he saw the new enemy he was to fight was. It was a large red bulb like object wrapped in vines and standing on two legs. Interesting. It didn't seem particularly threatening, yet there was something to be said about having to fight nine of them at once.

Richard wasn't entirely sure what he had to do against these things, or what they were really capable of, obviously. This whole fighting new enemies thing each floor meant he couldn't really adapt to anything. Though the fact that there were nine of them and this was there first appearance could only mean that they, individually were weak beings. It was just a matter of time before they revealed what they were capable of. The lot of them started doing this weird duck walk towards him, and then one stopped, prepped for a jump, and jumped at him with a weird spike thing sticking out from its underside.

Richard stood there, unflinching, and called upon his mist to simply grab it on either side. He then used the mist to break the fragile thing in half. Easy enough. Though the fact remained that they were still plants. So as more decided to come at him and do the same thing, Richard ignited his blade, and struck at the individual plant creatures. This both blocked and ignited their own strikes. Every now and then he had killed one with the slash itself, but shortly after his blade had hit one of them the flames usually took care of them, until there was none left.

Spoiler: Floor 9

Richard walked down the stairs having defeated his last set of enemies and began to wonder what new set of enemies were going to show up this time. Having defeated the bulbous enemies, which he was just going to call Chimera seeds because why not, he was almost positive that something new was going to pop up. As he touched down, he saw that the enemies spawning in were nothing more than just Scarecrow As and Chimera Seeds. Nine more Chimera seeds and three Scarecrow As. Well this was certainly something.

Richard was wondering what these seeds were going to do this time. Really, he could just go and kill them instantly, as he had the round prior, but that wouldn't be any fun. Plus this is the filler part of the floor. As the chimera seeds started waddling around, they were going more towards the Scarecrows then Richard. It then attacked the Scarecrow the same way it had tried to against Richard, and suddenly the vines wrapped around its body, the bulb expanded into a flower and four tentacle blades sprouted out of it. The other two Scarecrows seemed to suffer the same fate.

The scarecrow Chimeras, as they were called, started shambling towards Richard with the rest of the Chimera Seeds waddling towards him as well. Taking his blade out, Richard swung it with a wave of white flame coming out of it. The seeds started to ignite and burn. With that they sprinted towards Richard to kill him, only for him to whack them away with a wall of mist, thus killing them. The Chimera Scarecrows were simply flailing their blade at him, but Richard decided to use his mist to grab one and put it in between two, so that in the end they all just sort of killed each other with their blades. That was easy.

Spoiler: The Ivory Palace: Floor 10 - The Flames of Beginning

Richard had started to walk down the stairs to wonder what his next challenge was going to be. The last batch of enemies were extremely weak, and kind of stupid. So he wondered what Floor Ten could bring him. That is until he noticed an immediate difference in the scenery around him. Rather than being on a circularly ivory platform with just sky and flames around him, this scenery was familiar to him. The floor was made of gray concrete, and there were actual walls and a ceiling. The walls were just gray and made of steel, with windows letting in light from all sides. Richard realized where he was immediately. This was an abandoned warehouse. "Oh Richie~, you finally made it!"
Oh god. That voice. That voice that he listened to for a days at a time, that mocked him, then revealed that he wasn't actually some arrogant prick, and that Maalik put him up to it all. Oh god. He figured that he was gone, that Richard was done with him. And it now in the time he hadn't seen him, he had apparently become way more effeminate. Richard turned around to see his suspicion was confirmed. With a grimace on his face, Richard said, "Hey there..."

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The man in question seemed elated at Richard's acceptance of his existince and said, "aww, you remember me. It feels like it's been forever since we last saw each other."
It was true. It had been a month or maybe even two since they last interacted with each other. Granted, the time he had spent with this kid...who was probably actually older than him, was nothing more than an annoyance. He was pissed off and hated most of the time, but at least it had made him better from the get go. "So, I doubt the fact that I am meeting you here is a coincidence. Are you supposed to be my opponent?"
Michael made a clicking noise and gave a thumbs up to Richard. "Spot on! Yup, old Maalik wanted me to be your floor ten opponent. Something about having some sort of retrospective about your journey or whatever. And since I was the first person you fought as an angel, I'm your first opponent here." What exactly was Maalik trying to get at with this? "Now, listen. Just because I was able to beat you easily last time, doesn't mean I can this time. For starters I'll be fighting with my own strength rather than cheating."

Richard raised his eyebrow at this. "Cheating?"

"Oh right," Michael waved his hand and continued saying, "yeah, you see, last time we fought I was just a figment of your imagination more or less. So I could literally do anything I felt like against you. But this time , I have to fight you with my own power that I've acquired over time. So, hope you'll have fun with me in our 15 touch fencing rematch bout. So let's just have some fu~n!" Wonderful. With that, Michael drew out his own El-Harriss and got ready to go into a bout with Richard.

Round 1
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The two were equidistant from each other and there was a fencing strip charred into the ground. As the both of them got into engarde position, a plume of flame shot up starting the round. The both of them went straight after each other off the line. Taking one step forward by each, the both of them continued with another advance and then launched off into a lunge. With Richard's arm extended out all the way, and Michael's coming out, the both of them ended up hitting each other in the middle. However, because Richard hit Michael's attack in prep, the point went to Richard. Both were unharmed by their blades going through each other. Giant flaming numbers appeared behind Richard's and Michael's side of the strip, indicating their score, and Michael said, "oh wow. You really did get better."

Round 2
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Still smiling, Michael walked back to his engarde line, and then got back into engarde, to which Richard followed suit. With both of their blades ready to go, the plume launched to start round two. Richard figured that Michael, being an actor, didn't actually know much about fencing. So he figured doing the same thing would yield the same results. Richard and Michael bounded at each other, two advances each. Richard lunged, however, Michael stopped and retreated a step back. Whilst retreating, he parried Richard's blade away, and riposted to gain the point. "Now now, I have been studying how to fence just for this occasion, so we could have the most fu~n possible."

Round 3
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Well that was annoying. Richard was going to have to try against this man in fencing. Then again, Richard hadn't actually been able to fence in quite some time. So this would be as good a time as any to get his skills back together. With both of them apart from each other, the plume to start round three went off. Richard bounded off the start line, as did Michael. Richard assumed he was going to do the same thing, so he backed off and retreated one step back. Michael, however, kept going and went straight in for a lunge. Richard, while not expecting this, was able to react promptly and just continue retreating. With that, Michael had missed, and Richard took over the attack, beating Michael's blade out of the way and ending it with a single lunge. Point Richard.

Round 4
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Going back to be equidistant from each other once more, Richard and Michael stared each other down. Getting engarde the plume of flame went off and the two bounded at each other. Richard went in with his advances, and didn't stop. Michael, however, went in and out, expecting Richard to for a straight lunge. Because Richard continued forward, he didn't get rid of his pressure and once he was in distance, lunged straight for Michael. Michael, who was trying frantically to retreat, only barely parried the blade, but not nearly enough to stop it from cutting through him. Point Richard.

Round 5
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Richard and Michael had walked all the way back to their starting lines, and waited for each other to get into engarde before the plume went off. When round five had started, the two bounded off the line towards each other, and both stopped, and backed off with a single retreat. The both then went in again, only for both of them to stop and go backward. This time, however, Michael took over the attack and went straight for Richard to get right at him. With Michael circling his blade, Richard couldn't just pris de faire the blade, and so he continued retreating. That is, until the opportunity arose where Richard had slashed at and hit Michael's wrist with a sky hook. Point Richard, 4-1.

Round 6
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Richard and Michael back off and went back to their starting lines to wait for round six to get underway. Once they both went into engarde, the plume went off once more and the both bounded towards each other. Only this time, Michael stopped, and started retreating backwards. He was doing it to match Richard's tempo, but Richard was fine with this and continued to advance forward towards his opponent. However, Michael simply beat Richard's blade away, and took the attack. Lunging forward, Michael had hit Richard, thus netting himself the point. 4-2

Round 7​

Going back to the line, the two got into engarde stance and got ready to go at each other. With the plume signaling the start of the bout, Richard went forward while Michael stood still. With Richard taking one advance, then going into his second advance, Michael then took a step backward and did something unbelievably flashy. He jumped into the air and took a parry in mid air. After taking Richard's blade away, he ended up riposting at Richard and scored himself the point. He was beaming with excitement from having done that, and set the score up to 4-3.

Round 8
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Well then, if he was going to be flashy about his win, then Richard might as well try something out for fun. Sure, you always had to fence simple and clean, but when he still had eleven points left to go, might as well spice it up a bit. Richard and Michael were ready to go at each other, and with the plume going off, the two advanced towards each other. However, as Michael continued his advance, Richard stopped and squatted, extending his arm out. Michael was totally not expecting this squat counter attack and just sort of ran into the blade, getting a point scored off of him. 5-3.

Round 9
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After having done that showy move of his own, Richard decided to just go back to simple and clean as the both of them went back to their line. Getting into engarde position, the both of them launched off the engarde line and went straight for each other. Richard continued going as Michael stopped and retreated instead. Richard knew that he was going to try and take his blade, and so what he did was slow down considerably. Inching forward ever so slowly, he then rapidly sped up, only for Michael to counter attack. However, Richard had slowed down and the blade had completely missed him. As such, Richard then lunged forward while his opponent was off guard, and scored the touch on him. 6-3

Round 10
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With Richard and Michael both at their starting lines, the plume had fired off and started the round ten. With that, Richard and Michael both went after each other off their starting lines going as fast as physically possible. With two advances from each participating fencer, Richard had stretched his arm out, but it wasn't fast enough. Michael had come out with his attack and hit Richard much sooner. With Michael's being an attack in preparation, the point had gone to him. 6-4

Round 11
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Richard and Michael both went back to their starting lines, with the plume firing off so the both of them had begun to go and fence almost immediately. Richard went in, then went back out. Michael had taken a few advances forward, but had yet to lunge and so he took the attack over. With that, he advanced forward towards Richard and was circling his blade around to make it difficult for the fencer to reclaim the attack. When Michael had started to switch his tempo around, Richard saw him start to execute a pattern of slow and fast. When Richard had gotten the tempo down, he easily parried Michael's blade when he actually went in for the attack. With a clean riposte, Richard had scored the touch. 7-4.

Round 12
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Round twelve was here with neither fencer really budging, going into engarde both, and then getting ready to go straight off the line towards each other. With Richard taking two advances towards Michael, Michael backed off and started his retreat to go on defense. Richard came forwards with a pattern of slow and fast advances. Going into a pattern, he realized Michael was going to catch onto it, and started to move in an irregular fashion to what he was doing before, and lunged straight at Michael, getting the touch uncontested. 8-4.

Round 13​

With that last bout, Richard had started to gain some momentum on Michael and could feel his rusted skills refining back once more. Despite being an actor by profession, Richard was impressed by Michael's overall skill at the moment. But he wasn't going to lose here. The both of them got engarde, and ready to take the other down. With the plume firing off, the both of them had advanced off the line and went straight towards each other. With Richard going in two advances to match Michael's, he quickly retreated, parried, and riposted to score himself a quick point. 9-4.

Round 14​

Richard and Michael had both gone to the engarde line to get ready for the next round. With the plume going off, Richard and Michael had decided to both advance towards each other. After taking two steps forward, the both of them had stopped and taken a retreat back, only for them to take another step forward and both take another step back. Richard then took another step forward, only for Michael to continue retreating and then jump in the air to take another parry. Richard, however, didn't even attack yet, and so he easily punished the jump and scored the point. 10-4.

Round 15
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Richard was clearly winning at this point, and had way more momentum then his past iteration. However, Michael didn't look deterred at all, and seemed to be enjoying himself quite well. The both of them had gotten into their engarde position and continued on with their rematch. Richard came in with a two step lunge right off the bat, only for Michael to completely retreat to avoid it. Next, Michael came straight towards Richard and went to pressure him down. Richard had recovered and was simply retreating away from his opponent, and when Michael had struck down at him, Richard took a parry, and riposted scoring himself the point. 11-4.

Round 16
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Richard was not slowing down, and was going to go to town as best he could against Michael. With both of them engarde, the plume fired off signifying that it was time to go into the next round. Richard started off going with a two step advance, one step retreat to try and bait out Michael, but Michael continued his advance regardless. Michael started to go in fast, and only speed towards Richard, to which Richard simply continued to retreat. With Michael just coming at him, Richard proceeded to go for a straight counter attack that was too fast for Michael to react to. Point Richard. 12-4.

Round 17
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Richard and Michael had gone back to their starting lines and were ready to go right at each other once more. With the plume signaling the start of the bout, Richard and Michael went off the line. However, rather than going forward, Richard proceeded to retreat away from the line. With that, Michael simply started to advance towards Richard to get at him. However, this time, Michael was switching his tempo up erratically making it extremely hard for Richard to predict the strike. And as such, when Michael went in for his attack, Richard hadn't been able to react properly and got scored one. 12-5.

Round 18
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With that amazing point scored last round, the two fencers got themselves situated back on their starting lines, only for the plume of flame to fire off again and the both of them to go at each other again. With this, Richard had advanced forward, and went in for a simple attack, only for Michael to jump back and start going forward once Richard had missed. With that done, Michael eventually came in for an attack, only to miss against Richard, and Richard to counter this by going in for his own attack, scoring the point. 13-5.

Round 19
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The bout was starting to near its end, however fencing was a sport where one could easily make a comeback. Michael and Richard were going at each other for this round once more when the plume had fired off. Both going off the line, Richard had taken two advances forward, as did Michael, only for Michael to start going back once more. Richard came at Michael with quite the speed, only Michael to do something unexpected. Pulling off an unexpected skyhook, Michael had scored the point off on Richard's wrist. 13-6.

Round 20
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Having been hit by a not so beginner friendly move, Richard realized he'd have to fence much more cleanly then he had that last touch if he was going to clean this bout out. Once the plume had fired off, the both of them had gone straight off of the line right at each other. Richard had gone in and hadn't stopped, knowing that Michael was going to back off. Once Michael had backed off and started retreating, Richard continued to go forward and switch his tempo up. When Michael had tried to beat his blade, Richard circled it, beat Michael's blade, and then went in for a straight lunge completely uncontested. 14-6.

Round 21
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Here it was. Bout point. If Richard scored this, it would be all over. The both of them got on the line, and once the plume had fired off they both went at each other. Richard came in strong, and then immediately backed off to bait an attack from Michael. Having been successful, Richard riposted, only for Michael to recover and parry Richard's blade away. Having his blade away, Richard immediately brought it back and counter parried the blade away. With that, he tried to riposte, only for Michael to retreat away and then come back in for a riposte of his own. Richard finished the job by taking a step back, parrying, and finally landing his riposte. 15-6.

Bout Over.
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With Michael having been defeated in their fencing rematch, Richard had come out on top. With that, Michael simply smiled and withdrew his blade, making it disappear. When he stood back up he saw Richard extending a hand out to him. Michael was confused for a second until Richard said, "after a bout it's customary to shake hands and thank each other for the bout. So, good bout."
Michael continued to smile, and grabbed Richard's hand to shake it. "Good bout indeed. Man that was sooo great. I haven't stretched my powers out in such a long time. Well, guess that you beat me now, you get to move on to the next set of 10 floors where you'll meet your next big challenger at floor twenty. Good luck Richie~, I'll be rootin' for ya."

With that, Michael disappeared, and a white mist portal appeared where the door to the warehouse was. Having nothing left to do here Richard looked back to where Michael had been, and then walked himself through the portal that had appeared.

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Richard had woken up that morning from the sleep of training he had gone through. While he didn't like the surprise training Maalik had Richard go through, at the very least he didn't keep him asleep for all one hundred of the floors. Getting himself up, Richard had walked towards the rest of the group to hear Tiia's concern about wanting to go back soon. Richard simply said, "yeah, we're going to be heading back once we get contacted about the status fallen angel that they were going to a day ago." It was true, they needed to get out of here soon, because as strong as the two they had left behind were, they were still only two people.

 

⟦ WEARING † OOC † MOOD ⟧
⟦ Day: 77 † Location: Home † Interaction: Lucius ⟧

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⌠Never fear my companions for I shall take care of this situation! let it be known that Lucius Nero has got this under control!⌡ Some super whitey said dramatically as he head forward towards the door. Min took a hesitant step back. ⌠Xú kè qīn'ài de gūniang! Yīnwèi wǒmen shì lái gēn nǐ shuōhuà de yánzhòng hé yánsù de shìqíng! Ràng rénmen zhīdào wǒmen shì zài xiāngdāng fánmáng, yīnggāi nǐ bù tīng wǒmen de yāoqiú, wǒmen jiāng zhà huǐ zhège mén xiàlái, yòng shǒuzhǐ yīgè dānchún de dānyuán bìng tuō dòng nǐ chū de tóufǎ! Ránhòu, wǒmen jiāng zhuóshǒu jìnxíng shāohuǐ jūzhù de nín jūzhù de tǔdì hé chàng zànměi gē! Zhè wúyí huì wéi yīgè gèng hǎo de gùshì...... Ó wǒ xiànzài gāi zěnme bàn zhù nǐ dǐdǎng! Dànshì zhè kěyǐ tōngguò nǐ zhǐ huānyíng wǒmen dào nǐ shūshì de jiā bèi zǔzhǐ!⌡ he announced in an insanely dramatic demeanor.

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Min blinked; repeatedly. Her mouth hung agape and her hand was held limply up in the air. She was speechless really -- which was saying a lot for anyone that knew her personally. Words continuously attempted to form, but were immediately lost at the tip of her tongue. Her brown bangs fell in her face and she cocked her head to the side. ⌠Is ... is this guy for real?⌡ She looked at the others behind him with a mixture of confusion and disbelief. Green eyes shifted from face to face and she realized her tactical errors. Now they knew she understood her, but she had lost the upperhand after the white - haired man in front of her gave his speech in Chinese.

Oh well ...

⌠Um ... come in? I guess ...⌡ Min stepped out of the way and gestured for them to enter the apartment. She wasn't exactly sure everyone would fit considering the number of them and the size of her living room. ⌠Please take your shoes off first.⌡ Min led them to the living room and took a seat in the chair by the window. She glanced in the direction of her mother's office, wondering what she might think if she saw all these strange people in her living room. It terrified her a little bit. Her mother was not one to mess with when she got upset.

Min chewed on her lower lip and looked around to see the red - headed woman typing something on her phone. She didn't seem to be paying Min any attention and that she was grateful for. ⌠Sooo ... I totally knew what you guys were saying, but I still don't understand what you're doing here. I mean, is it because of the photos, because I can delete those. I'll pretend I never saw them before. No one has to know you were here.⌡ She was a bit panicked. If they were terrorist aliens, they would not be pleased to know that there was footage of them out there somewhere. Min chuckled nervously.​

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[/url]Sal was really starting to question what exactly the newest member of their team was. He stepped up and started speaking to the girl, making immediate threats about blowing the door down and completely burn down her home. He was interesting to say the least. The girl before him seemed to be completely in shock at what he had just said. She then asked if he was for real, to which Sal gave the most honest answer he could. A shrug. She then told them to all come in, so they accepted the offer. Following what she said, he took off his shoes and followed her only to listen to what she had to say to them. Apparently she knew what they were saying all along...whatever that was supposed to mean, and then she started going into some sort of super paranoid mode that they were here because of some sort of photos, probably the ones from before she took, and that she would easily delete them. She ended with simply chuckling nervously.

"Well to assure you, I have really no qualms with our photos being taken." He had no idea about the others. "And having you completely forget us would actually be fairly detrimental. You see, we came here today because of all the strange things going around the world, as I mentioned earlier. So, this is the part where we sound crazy, but I think our white haired friend has already done that in a different way. Firstly, all the freak natural disasters around the world, some plane crashes, and the large amount of damage in the United Kingdom are all from the forces of hell trying to rise up and take over the world. Well, more specifically trying to destroy heaven, we just happen to be in the way. Who we are," he motioned his hand around to the others of the group, "are fallen angels. People who are hosts to angels that were cast out from Heaven, and are the only thing that is keeping Hell from completely destroying the world. Why we came to you, is because you are one of us, Remiel to be more specific. And we have been going around the world, recruiting other fallen angels, such as yourself, to help us in our cause." Hopefully this would stop her from being completely nervous about the situation.

 

Joslyn Taylor Jones
DAY: 77 - 3/4 | DATE: December 8th, 2013 [Sunday] | LOCATION: Obsidian Palace in Hell​

Assaulted by the pains of sores all over her body, she continued to lay in her bed, eyes opened, eyes bright red and puffy. It projected itself against the alabaster skin of her face. Her eyes vacantly staring at the wall. Any remnant of hope in her mind had been completely lost. She continued to stare lifelessly as pain continuously assaulted her body. There was nothing that could possibly interest her in getting out of her room, let alone her bed. And yet, despite the heavy, melancholy manner about her, there was something else hanging thickly in the air. A different emotion entirely.

Frustration hung abundantly above her as well, though the morose teen herself was not the source of it. No, it was the angel residing within her that emanated that negativity. Her complete and utter dissatisfaction with how things looked was so tangible, you could cut it with a knife. The angel desired to get out of this place more than anything. Nothing would've satisfied her more than the feeling of getting out of Hell. And yet, the girl's utter dejection has made that a near impossibility. There was a chance that they could get out of there. A chance that stood about the same as a snowball's chance in Hell. It would take a miracle for them to get out of there before Lucifer got his way.

Any attempt at conversing with the girl was futile. One-sided, even. Azazel would talk and talk and talk until there was no breath left, and Joslyn would utter nothing. She was completely silent, almost as if she were locking herself out from her. Willfully ignoring the voice that nagged at her. Things kept getting worse for the angel and she was beginning to get desperate.

She had been considering ending everything. Make sure that Lucifer would never be able to get his way ever. Although, she didn't want to put the girl through anymore pain than she already has. She had long since passed her breaking point, and to Azazel, going through with her plan would be like beating a corpse. Though, as it stood, it was one of the few remaining options left to her. She wouldn't be able to leave Hell on her own, but she could definitely make sure she wouldn't have to stay there. The means to do so existed in this very Palace. All it would take was one swift motion and it would be over. She would be gone. Forever. However, that was an absolute last resort that would only happen if no miracles happened. Being who she was, the angel was a firm believer in miracles. Only time would tell which would happen.

 

⟦ WEARING † OOC † MOOD ⟧
⟦ Day: 77 † Location: Home † Interaction: Sal ⟧

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The others sat down and the first to speak was the one that had knocked on the door in the first place. He seemed like he might have been their leader or something. ⌠Well to assure you, I have really no qualms with our photos being taken.⌡ he informed her. Min exhaled in relief. They weren't going to kill her over their picture! ⌠And having you completely forget us would actually be fairly detrimental. You see, we came here today because of all the strange things going around the world, as I mentioned earlier.⌡ She perked her ears and sat forward in the chair. This is about that stuff. So if they weren't terrorist aliens out to get her for having their identity, who were they? ⌠So, this is the part where we sound crazy, but I think our white - haired friend has already done that in a different way.⌡

No kidding.

⌠Firstly, all the freak natural disasters around the world, some plane crashes, and the large amount of damage in the United Kingdom are all from the forces of Hell trying to rise up and take over the world. Well, more specifically trying to destroy heaven, we just happen to be in the way. Who we are,⌡ he motioned his hand around to the others of the group, ⌠are fallen angels. People who are hosts to angels that were cast out from Heaven, and are the only thing that is keeping Hell from completely destroying the world. Why we came to you, is because you are one of us, Remiel to be more specific. And we have been going around the world, recruiting other fallen angels, such as yourself, to help us in our cause.⌡

Min stared blankly at the guy. Fallen angels? Forces of Hell? This all seemed to good to be true. They were just saying these things because they probably found out somewhere that she was a super nerd for stuff like this. It wouldn't take them long to figure it out. Someone at school was probably playing a joke on her and using these guys to sweeten the deal. She pulled her phone back out and started typing.

Hunter Girl: They say I'mma fallen Angel.
ZombieFreak: wat??
Hunter Girl: Does anyone know anything about Remiel?
Stormy Knight: Who?
Buddha Lover: I think he's like, the Angel of Thunder or something like that.
Buddha Lover: A nobody as far as angels come.
ZombieFreak: do you seriously believe them?
Hunter Girl: No. I mean it's crazy.
Hunter Girl: Wouldn't I know if I was an angel?
Stormy Knight: idk, maybe?
Buddha Lover: It would be pretty cool if you were.
Buddha Lover: Think of how much stuff it would prove.
ZombieFreak: No one could make fun of us or call us crazy.
Stormy Knight: We're the ones that have been right this whole time.
Stormy Knight: Not them.
Hunter Girl: proof
ZombieFreak: what?
Buddha Lover: HG?​

Min set her phone down in her lap and looked up at the group in a daze. Every nerve in her body wanted it to be true. She wanted to be special, to know everything she believed in wasn't just a joke. However, she wasn't one for blind faith either; not to mention she wasn't Christian. How could they say someone of a completely different religion and set of beliefs was an angel? Buddhism and Christianity had little in common. ⌠Proof,⌡ she muttered. Min set her green eyes on the tanned - man, looking more resound. ⌠You obviously have to provide proof. If you say I'm an angel like you, I need proof.⌡

Still, what would proof matter when she had a life here? He said they've been traveling around the world. There was no way she could go with them even if what they said was true. Min had school and friends and her mom. Her mom would never let her leave to go gallivanting away with strangers. No mother would do that. It was insane.

One problem at a time. She asked for proof; what happens next depends on that.​

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"Admirable. Stubborn. And pointless." Old Man shook his head. "Sit down. You're in no condition to fight." He gestured towards the bed. As if! She would never do something that weak and she could fight if she wanted to, not that there would be a point with someone like him. Plus, she could already feel her wounds healing themselves -- the perks of being a Nephilim. "Relax. I did my best patching you up last night and I don't want you ruining my poor job of it."

Tch. "I'm not a child so there's no need babying me like one. I don't need your help or your 'patching.' Besides, what makes you think this wasn't part of the plan all along?" Stupid. She could have done it on purpose to get inside the abbey. She didn't, but she could have. She needed an in and this was her in. Now Mali could find the source of the presence. Not to mention getting away from Grandpa wouldn't take much effort. "I give you another day tops before the Hellfire Disease kills you. You can barely even stand up, right Grandpa?" She pursed her lips and rested her fists on her hips, mindful of the burns on her sides. Her shoulder was sore, but manageable.

"I'm leaving now, and there ain't nothing you can do to stop me!" Mali shoved him with her foot and headed for the door.​

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"Sorry. I didn't mean to startle you." Soren pulled his hand away from Cal's shoulder. "I just wanted to do something." He scratched the back of his head staring at Cal as he laughed nervously. "I guess I was a little too eager. I wanted to make up for being gone all the time."

Cal smiled up at him and ran her fingers through her hair. That was nice of him, but now wasn't the time. She threw the blankets back and slid to the edge of the bed, getting to her feet. "I think we should try again tomorrow, if you're feeling up to it." Cal pat him on the cheek and went to the divider to change. "You'll need to rest up real good between now and then. You gotta save your energy because it'll take a lot of you. Our biggest problem last time was that we were too weak. We had to rest for too long with you unconscious which led to us getting brought back here quickly. We didn't even have a chance to fight for our freedom. This time I hope it will be different, but we're still going to be tired and weak afterwards."

Though, they didn't have many choices on where to go. They couldn't just end up in that woods again. It wouldn't help anything and it left them even more vulnerable. "Soren," Cal started quietly behind the tri - fold, "you're probably not going to like this, but I think we should aim for one of the people we've seen in the mirror." She pushed the divider aside and faced him in a lavender v - neck sweater and a pair of jeans. "I know you don't like the idea of angels at all, but some of them don't seem so bad and they might be willing to help us. Plus, the people here are less likely to just whisk us back right away if we're with that group." She looked at him with intense determination. "We obviously wouldn't wanna go where Mali is, it's too risk; but like that guy she tried to kill while pretending to be his daughter, he might help. It's far enough away from the fight to keep us safe and he seemed nice, trusting Mali like that."

She sighed. It was probably a waste of time. Soren would never go for an idea like that. Cal blew out an exasperated breath and took a seat beside him on her bed. She still needed to talk to Caius too. Her eyes slid to his bed briefly, only to realize he was gone. He and Soren were both always running off.​

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Lu sent a wall of mist at one of the damned hellhounds that actually thought it stood a chance against her. Mammon wasn't even bothering to come down and fight her like a real birdman. He just flew in circles above, constantly keeping watch. He was obviously relaying everything going on back to Lucifer. Engaging in battle was probably against orders. Did he think that she would so easily be killed off like this? He was a fool if he did.

Her golden eyes moved to the doors of the church. Mali never returned, though she was not worried. The Nephilim child was more than capable of holding her own. Though, Lu felt it might have been about time to bring the other child -- the one that was so easily swayed by affection. She smirked widely and looked to Alistair with a determined grin. "You stay here. I'll be back shortly." She waved and was engulfed in smoke.

It cleared and she walked down the hall whistling cheerfully. Things were going well. "Where might this child be?" Mist shot forward and seemed to mark a trail. It bypassed the bedroom and pointed directly towards the Operating Room. Interesting. Lu walked in to see the boy standing there. She composed her face to look more caring and rested a hand on his shoulder. "Caius, Pet, I need your help with something. You'll help me, won't you?" She never directly did anything to him that would warrant any sort of negative reaction from him, but if he refused, there was always a trick or two up her sleeve.​

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[/url]Sal had waited for Remiel's host's response to the whole angel recruitment thing and her response was...pulling out her phone? She quickly started typing and reading what ever was on the screen. Even when they're told something massive like this, still goes immediately for the phone. Kids, am I right? Regardless, she had been going back and forth on her phone for a good minute or so before she finally looked back up to them and wanted to see proof of this whole thing. Proof? Hm, that was a difficult one.

"Well, I don't know how to prove that you yourself are an angel, the only proof being," he pulled out the compass and showed it giving off a massive reaction towards her, "this only reacts and points to fallen angels who haven't already been awakened and are wandering the world by themselves. It's the only way we were able to find you, but I realize that's easily dismissible evidence. Now, when it comes to angels in general, we all have our own unique skillset, with a few abilities being across all angels, and the voice of the angel your hosting normally finds some way to speak to you." He then pulled out a wand and threw it up, only to catch it, and the repeat tossing it in the air. "In addition, we all have our own weapon that takes the appearance of a wand but," as he tossed it, Imperium shifted between a sword form, a shield form, a small ax, and back to a wand. "It can easily shift between differing weapons and even certain accessories if they are within the right shape. Now, I have no idea what your power as Remiel, angel of thunder, is specifically, but my own power is control over the wind. That's why I can do this." He had stopped throwing the wand at this point, and instead the wand just sort of been juggling itself due to the air currents flowing from underneath it. "So, has this provided any substantial proof or would you like me to demonstrate further?"

 

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Caius merely stood on just staring forward deep in thought, as if a mere husk trying to gather something in order to act. He didn't know what he wished to do, he wanted to see Cal, but it was just too hard to do at the moment. His empty moment was stopped in a sheer moment. Somebody was there, somebody that had appeared before he could even notice.

The sheer moment that the touch contacted with his shoulder his body tensed and his eyes widened. He couldn't tell who it was, but anger rose. His fist clenched tightly and his teeth gritted together, fully thinking that Manitos had returned to play with his emotions again. With a hateful glare he glanced over his shoulder at the stranger, but the anger disappeared in an instant the moment he noticed it was Temeluchas "T-Temeluchas?!" Caius stuttered in shock as he turned around and took a few steps back to distance himself from the girl.

His body tensed as he stood and stared at Temeluchas, unsure of what exactly to think of the woman that acted as his "mama" for a while. "h-help? what for? why would you need my help?" Caius asked still on guard. In his own eyes he was nothing compaired to the others, why would Temeluchas need his help instead of the others? All the stuff he had heard from Soren about the angels, though Alistair was kind to him he could not say that Temeluchas was like him. Though he stood as strong as he could, the nerves still affected him.

 

⟦ WEARING † OOC † MOOD ⟧
⟦ Day: 77 † Location: Home † Interaction: Sal ⟧

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The tan guy seemed to think about the whole proof concept. Was it that foreign? ⌠Well, I don't know how to prove that you yourself are an angel, the only proof being,⌡ he pulled out a broken compass and showed it giving off a massive reaction towards her, ⌠this only reacts and points to fallen angels who haven't already been awakened and are wandering the world by themselves. It's the only way we were able to find you, but I realize that's easily dismissible evidence.⌡ No kidding. Anyone could rig a compass to point at someone and say that it was meant to find them. ⌠Now, when it comes to angels in general, we all have our own unique skill - set, with a few abilities being across all angels, and the voice of the angel your hosting normally finds some way to speak to you.⌡

Speak with her? No one had ever tried to speak with her, so they were either wrong or she was defective. He then pulled out a wand and threw it up, only to catch it, and repeat tossing it in the air. ⌠In addition, we all have our own weapon that takes the appearance of a wand but,⌡ as he tossed it, the wand shifted between a sword, a shield, a small ax, and back to a wand.

No way! Min gasped, her hands flying to her mouth. It was a trick, some sort of illusion. This man must have been a skilled magician was all. ⌠It can easily shift between differing weapons and even certain accessories if they are within the right shape. Now, I have no idea what your power as Remiel, Angel of Thunder, is specifically, but my own power is control over the wind. That's why I can do this.⌡ He had stopped throwing the wand at this point, and instead the wand just sort of began juggling itself. ⌠So, has this provided any substantial proof or would you like me to demonstrate further?⌡

Her eyes were so focused on the craziness that was the floating wand that she didn't hear her mother walk in. It wasn't until the sound of glass shattering on the floor occured that she realized they weren't alone. Min turned in her chair to see her mom wide - eyed and stumbling back. She had been holding a cup and dropped it at the sight of a floating instrument. ⌠Wǒ de shàngdì! Shénme yàng de wū shù shì shénme? Zhè shì bù zìrán!¹⌡

Min rose to her feet and hurried to her mother's side, mindful of the glass. ⌠Māmā!²⌡ She grabbed her by the arm and started to shake her. ⌠Zhènzuò qǐlái! Māmā, āi. Māmā! Zhèxiē rén shuō, tāmen shì mǒu zhǒng duòluò tiānshǐ, ér wǒ hěn xǐhuan tāmen. Tā biǎoxiàn chū tā de lìliàng - ³⌡

⌠Quánlì?⁴⌡ Her mother's dark eyes landed on her and a slew of indecent Chinese words regarding dark omens, devil worship, and the occult persisted.

Min looked back and forth between her mad mother and the group in the living room and she gave them a helpless shrug. ⌠I think it's time for you to leave.⌡ she urged them desperately. The only way to calm her mother down at this point would be for the sight of the large group to disappear. She didn't handle things like this well.​

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¹My god! What kind of sorcery is this? This is unnatural!
²Mom!
³Snap out of it! Mom, hey. Mom! These people say they are some sort of fallen angel and that I'm like them. He was showing his powers --
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Well, this had ended rather unexpected. Perhaps showing this off in the girl's own home was not a great idea. Her mother had ended up walking in and she simply gasped at the sight of him juggling his wand, hands free. It was at this point he was randomly tempted to say, look Ma, no hands, but felt like that would be in poor taste as of right now. The mother of this girl seemed to be going into a panic attack right now, only to continue muttering curse and things about devil worship...which was ironic all things considered. The girl herself simply shrugged at the group and told them that they had to leave. Well that was a bust. He was hoping to get the last angel recruited, or at the very least know her stance on joining them, so that they could be on their way and get back to the church with the rest of the group. Sadly, this was not the case. Oh well, what could you do? As such, Sal thanked the girl for her time and simply left the apartment with everyone else, going back to the hotel and falling asleep for the day.

 

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The child seemed wary of her and Lu wondered what the other Nephilim were saying about her now that she was gone. She had always been relatively nice to Caius. Plus, she wasn't even the one to drag them all back. "H-help? What for? Why would you need my help?"

She smiled at him and took a step forward, conscious of the fact that he had put some distance between them. "You have a special set of gifts that the others don't. You're strong in a way that you do not even realize. There's a lot of fighting going on and with your help, it could end quickly." Temeluchas gave him a look of desperation and pointed out the door. "If you did it, it would help keep the others safe." And for good measure, "It would help keep Calamitosum safe and I know how you want that more than anything else. I've seen how hard you've tried for that girl. Mali's told me a lot of it too. You want to protect her, don't you?" Lu took a seat in one of the chairs and motioned for Caius to join her. She had no intent to hurt him. She created them for a reason.

"Caius, are you aware of the difference between you and the others?" She hadn't told any of the children this, but they must have figured out something was up by now. "My blood runs through all the veins of the Nephilim, except yours. Their fathers received part of my blood, which is what gives Soren, Anna, Cal, and Mali the ability to control the Hellfire. You don't have that, but it's not a bad thing. Instead, you have demon blood due to your own father's experiments. I'm sure you at least know that last part by now, what with the horns and everything. You're a unique species -- product of human blood, angel blood, and demon blood. No one ever sees something like that. It makes you more powerful than the others, which is why only you can help me."​

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After hearing from Sam about Hana sending them details on which angels they had met, it was finally time for them to get a move on with their team and get back to the church, because they had been gone for far too long now. He was wondering what the status of Brandon and Henrik were, and hoped that they were able to be successful guardians of leviathan's tomb, because having that beast roam around was not something he wanted to have happen. "Alright guys, we're going now. Now we probably aren't going to be able to get directly into the church, and can only assume it's under siege, so get your weapons ready as soon as we get there. Sam, I'm going to need your help again." Now that it was time to go, they gathered the sword of all the fallens that they were notified of, and started their grand departure. Creating a portal with the help of Sam, they had stepped through it and went to their destination.

This destination was the outskirts of the church, to avoid being ambushed. Due to the church being protected by God and all, teleporting into there wasn't actually feasible so they had to get as close as possible without risking attacks. Now that they were there, Richard had his blade out and ignited it almost immediately. He was going to go through any demon that stood in his and the rest of the group's way of getting inside. With that, they walked to the church entrance.

 

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Temeluchas took a step forward narrowing the gap between them, but Caius did not move and just stared forward at her. Unable to look at her he stared downwards at the ground, avoiding eye contact with her, but this only lasted for a bit. He listened to her speak and the moment he heard her speak of Cal he stared up at her instantly as if it was an instinctual response.

Temeluchas walked off and took a seat and as he stared at her he noticed her ushering for him to take a seat as well. His body shook, but he managed to walk over to the chair and took a seat, once again staring downwards. Temeluchas began to speak once more, but once again the woman caught him off guard and his eyes widened.

In retrospect it was something that the mother like figure would most likely know, but even so this was the first time somebody other than Regulus and Alistair had ever referred to his true self. "Yes...I know..." Caius said softly. He had tried so hard to keep his true nature a secret from the others. With all the talk that Soren did, with all the hatred he expressed about the demons, it was something he could not let out.

Even with everything he heard about Temeluchas, he still could not hate her fully. She was the closest thing he had to the one thing he ever wanted. She was like a parent to him. He wouldn't work for her so easily, but there was something that he thought that needed to be taken care of, he needed to protect the one thing Cal treasured. "....hows Mali? where is she?" Caius said.