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Alistair closed his eyes and suddenly began to chuckle softly, it started off quiet but soon enough started to grow louder and louder until he finally began to laugh as loud as he could "How interesting....how interesting indeed" Alistair said leaning back on his chair as his eyes narrowed and stared back at the dark and menacing eyes that stared over at him. He held no fear as he stared back at them as a sinister smirk crept across his face "my my my...despite you saying how pointless this girl's actions are I am beginning to wonder if your actually beginning to feel the opposite of this?" Alistair said closing his eyes "After all if they are no threat then surely you wouldn't need to be scouting out for others now would we?...let alone...you wouldn't be trying to get me to try and to prevent me from meddling" Alistair said.

"Regardless...you've piked my interest far enough...I shall join Lucifer...I will return under him" Alistair said opening his eyes and looked out at the window. "Though do note...I do this not for the benefits nor any form of luxury...I do this for my own....interests..." Alistair said as he let out another chuckle "ah but listen to myself...why should I say all this to you? Your just the messenger boy for Lucifer...all you need is either a yes or a no...hell I don't even think your trying to really recruit or anything. Honestly...your reasoning is poor and I feel the the so called red haired bitch would have done much more of a decent job convincing me to join this war or not..." Alistair said Alistair said as his eyes shifted over at Danel and his smirk grew "That anger is quite unhealthy...dog of Lucifer" Alistair said before closing his eyes.

 

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SHE WAS SILENT FOR A FEW MOMENTS. URIEL SLIPPED OUT OF HIS GRIP AND THEN FACED HIM CROSSING HER ARMS. "Alright, pretty boy," SHE STARTED--HE LAUGHED, "I don't know who the hell Xathanale or Danel is, but if you can give me one solid reason to not kick your ass, and then actually take me to someone who can answer my questions . . . Then maybe I'll consider even . . . Being here, and seeing you, and . . . Not beating the shit out of you."

HE NODDED AND OPENED HIS MOUTH TO SPEAK. HE COULD THINK OF HUNDREDS OF REASONS WHY SHE SHOULD LISTEN TO HIM. HOWEVER, URIEL DID NOT GIVE HIM THE OPPORTUNITY TO RESPOND. ALWAYS THE TRAILBLAZER.

". . . Hey, what's your name?"

HE SHUT HIS MOUTH IMMEDIATELY AND SCOWLED. OF COURSE SHE WANTED TO KNOW HIS NAME. IF SHE WANTED TO SEE HIS FACE, THAN THE SHE WOULD WANT TO KNOW OF HIS NAME AS WELL. HE MASHED HIS PALE LIPS TOGETHER AND REACHED OUT TO TOUCH HER AGAIN, LONGED TO TOUCH HER. HIS FINGERS STROKED HER CHEEK LIGHTLY AND HE SMILED SADLY AT HER. "I CANNOT TELL YOU THAT. URIEL I AM NOT SUPPOSED TO BE HERE. I'M TAKING A HUGE RISK EVEN SHOWING YOU MY FORM. I WON'T ASK YOU TO BELIEVE ME, BECAUSE YOU DO NOT REMEMBER, BUT THAT IS WHY IT IS SO IMPORTANT FOR YOU TO. I WANT YOU TO BELIEVE ME--TO TRUST ME." HE BEGAN TO PACE IN CIRCLES. THIS WAS NOT GOING WELL. HE SHOULDN'T HAVE INTERFERED. "LOOK," HE STARTED WHILE STILL PACING, "YOU ARE ONE OF US. AND A WAR IS COMING. IF YOU HELP, THEN YOU MIGHT--YOU MIGHT BE ABLE TO RETURN TO US URIEL!" HE STOPPED PACING AND GRABBED HER BY THE SHOULDERS. "YOU COULD RETURN." HE REPEATED IN A MUCH SOFTER VOICE, PULLING HER INTO A TIGHT EMBRACE--ALL THE WHILE KNOWING HOW MUCH SHE WOULD PROTEST.

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Pretty Boy scowled at her, but it was a thoughtful expression, and then he reached for her. His fingers glided over her cheeks. She stepped back. ❝Okay, seriously man. You have got to mind the personal space, or I will break your hand.❞ she snapped, putting up her hands. He then smiled sadly at her, and she huffed in frustration.

❝I CANNOT TELL YOU THAT.❞ Of course not. Of course not. ❝URIEL, I AM NOT SUPPOSED TO BE HERE. I'M TAKING A HUGE RISK EVEN SHOWING YOU MY FORM.❞ Uriel, again ? His 'true ' form? This was getting ridiculous. ❝I WON'T ASK YOU TO BELIEVE ME, BECAUSE YOU DO NOT REMEMBER, BUT THAT IS WHY IT IS SO IMPORTANT FOR YOU TO. I WANT YOU TO BELIEVE ME — TO TRUST ME.❞

Hay Sun accidentally let out a sardonic laugh. This guy — this . . . beautiful, unreal, angelic, fucking stranger wanted her to trust him? He hadn't done anything for it! All he did was make her even more on edge and less comfortable. But goddamn, when she looked into his eyes, those that were so much like hers, there was something that just clicked. And she hated it.

Pretty Boy began to pace. ❝LOOK,❞ he started, ❝YOU ARE ONE OF US, AND A WAR IS COMING. IF YOU HELP, THEN YOU MIGHT — YOU MIGHT BE ABLE TO RETURN TO US, URIEL!❞ Man, this guy seemed pretty desperate for Uriel. But that was someone else, not Hay Sun.

War? Her, help? With what? She was just one girl! One Korean-French girl, living in Paris with an estranged brother, an awkward dad, and a dead mother! The only thing she was capable of was beating the shit out of incompetent people and winning races and riding motorcycles. She wasn't a soldier . . . But there was a small part of her that just flipped the fuck out and got excited when she thought about the Archangel Michael — a warrior of God. That small part felt like she was like that. A warrior. For something, anyway.

She wondered if Cassandra was having these issues.

Suddenly he grabbed her by the shoulders, ❝YOU COULD RETURN.❞ he repeated, his voice much softer, and then he embraced her.

Okay, seriously?! The hug was nice, sure, but this guy — this fucking guy. And in her expensive-ass school uniform!! Shit, this was fucking awkward . . .

Forcefully, Hay Sun pried herself from his warm hold, and then spun around, grabbing both of his arms and using the momentum to slam him to the ground. Straddling him, she pulled out a small pocket knife with a wing engraved in its handle and flicked it open.

❝Alright Pretty Boy,❞ she hissed, her face close to his, ❝First of all, stop being so touchy, or I will not hesitate to slit your wrists. Now . . . I'll play your dumb 'we-are-secret-agents-with-angelic-codenames' game. If you say that this . . . Danel is after me, and that this Xathanael-dude can help me out with all of this weird stuff . . . Fine, take me to him. But at least let me pack shit and write a note to my dad. And for hell's sake, will you please unfreeze my friends? I'm sick of looking at Levi's dumb face smiling at where I was sitting.❞

She knew he would agree. He had to. Pretty Boy was desperate, right? When she felt he was no more a threat, she got off of him and then pulled him up, flicking her knife closed and putting it away.

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Laughter. Azrael sat across the desk laughing hysterically. First it was low and light. Then, it grew to a loud bellow of enthusiasm. Tsch. The Angel of Death needed to drop dead. "How interesting....how interesting indeed." Azrael said leaning back on his chair as his eyes narrowed and stared back at Danel. He held no fear as he stared back at into Danel's brown eyes, as a sinister smirk crept across his face. "My, my, my...despite you saying how pointless this girl's actions are I am beginning to wonder if your actually beginning to feel the opposite of this?" Azrael said, closing his eyes. "After all if they are no threat then surely you wouldn't need to be scouting out for others now would we?...let alone...you wouldn't be trying to get me to try and to prevent me from meddling."​

Danel rolled his eyes. This was Azrael in his finest, always talking down on him. He wanted to gut him, but it meant a lot of issues when he returned home. The fact that the Morning Star wanted him and Abaddon back was annoying. They shouldn't be allowed back in the Obsidian Palace or in Paradise. They turned their backs on the Father and on Lucifer.​

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"Regardless...you've piqued my interest far enough...I shall join Lucifer...I will return under him." Alistair said opening his eyes and looked out at the window. Whoop-di-doo. Lucifer would be happy. All is well. Hah! Stupid. Arrogant. Ass. "Though, do note...I do this not for the benefits nor any form of luxury...I do this for my own....interests..." Azrael said as he let out another chuckle. Stupid. "Ah, but listen to myself...Why should I say all this to you? Your just the messenger boy for Lucifer...all you need is either a yes or a no...hell I don't even think your trying to really recruit or anything. Honestly...your reasoning is poor and I feel the the so called red haired bitch would have done much more of a decent job convincing me to join this war or not..."​

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His eyes shifted over at Danel and his smirk grew. "That anger is quite unhealthy...dog of Lucifer."​

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He was an ass. Danel rose to his feet soundlessly. His sneer never left his face. "Whatever," he spat, before slowly becoming enveloped in a plume of black mist. "He will be pleased to know that you have accepted." As Danel disappeared, the window that Azrael kept looking at shattered in a pool of sharp, clear shards.​

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Forcefully, Hay Sun pried herself from his warm hold, and then spun around, grabbing both of his arms and using the momentum to slam him to the ground. Straddling him, she pulled out a small pocket knife with a wing engraved in its handle and flicked it open.

HE LOOKED UP AT HER SMILING. SHE WAS STILL AS FIERY AS EVER. HIS GOLDEN HAIR FELL IN HIS FACE AND HE BRUSHED IT ASIDE TO LOOK AT HER PROPERLY. THE FALL DIDN'T HURT. AS FORCEFUL AS SHE MAY HAVE BEEN, SHE WAS TINY IN COMPARISON. HIS WINGS PROVIDED A FAIRLY LIGHT LANDING. HE WAS ENJOYING HER ON TOP OF HIM, EVEN IF SHE DID HAVE A KNIFE TO HIS FACE.

"Alright Pretty Boy," SHE HISSED, HER FACE CLOSE TO HIS, "First of all, stop being so touchy, or I will not hesitate to slit your wrists. Now . . . I'll play your dumb 'we-are-secret-agents-with-angelic-codenames' game. If you say that this . . . Danel is after me, and that this Xathanael-dude can help me out with all of this weird stuff . . . Fine, take me to him. But at least let me pack **** and write a note to my dad. And for hell's sake, will you please unfreeze my friends? I'm sick of looking at Levi's dumb face smiling at where I was sitting." SHE GOT OFF OF HIM AFTER THAT AND HELPED PULL HIM TO HIS FEET, FLICKING HER KNIFE CLOSED AND PUTTING IT AWAY AFTER. "Do we have a deal?"

HE SMILED AT HER. IT WAS A RIDICULOUS SMUG GRIN. HE WANTED TO HUG HER AGAIN, BUT REFRAINED--WELL, AT LEAST FOR THE MOMENT HE DID. "OF COURSE. HOWEVER, I DO NOT BELIEVE XATHANAEL WOULD APPRECIATE BEING CALLED A DUDE. SHE'S RATHER PARTICULAR ABOUT THINGS LIKE THAT. I LIKE YOUR KNIFE, BY THE BY. THE WING ENGRAVING IS CUTE. HOW UNLIKE YOU." HE LAUGHED LIGHTLY TO HIMSELF AND WAVED HIS HAND. "WE CAN GO BACK, BUT ONLY IF I GET TO MEET YOUR FRIENDS FIRST. THEY SEEM... INTERESTING." THERE WAS A SHIMMER OF LIGHT AND THEN HIS WINGS WERE GLAMOURED BEHIND HIM, DISAPPEARING INTO THE DAY. A SECOND LATER, URIEL WAS BACK IN HER SPOT ON THE BLANKET AND HE STOOD IN FRONT OF THEM AS HE HAD WHEN HER FRIENDS WERE FROZEN IN TIME.

HE SNAPPED HIS FINGERS AND THEY RETURNED TO THEIR CHATTERING, NOT NOTICING HIM IMMEDIATELY. HE KNELT DOWN ON THE BLANKET AND WINKED AT HER. "HELLO EVERYONE," HE SAID IN A SMOOTH MELODIC TONE, "MY NAME IS LEON. I'M HERE TO PICK UP HAY SUN. I HOPE YOU DON'T MIND ME STEALING HER FROM YOU FOR AWHILE." HE SMILED AND ROSE TO HIS FEET, MAKING HIS WAY AROUND HER FRIENDS AND LIFTING URIEL UP INTO HIS ARMS. HE GAVE THEM A WINK BEFORE VANISHING INTO THIN AIR.

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Temeluchus sat at the fair completely visible. She had no need to hide the way she looked with the manner of dress in which everyone had adorn themselves in. It was a peculiar party, but she liked it. Danel was off meeting with Azrael which meant she had time to play. It wasn't fair. He got all the good cases and it was boring without him. Oh well, at least this party looked like fun. Almost as fun as that plane crash. She giggled to herself as she sat on a bench. Her body was bandaged, but not injured. Or at least, not injured anymore. They were old injuries, but now she wore them as a fashion statement. They made her appear vulnerable. People expected her to be helpless--oh how they were wrong.​

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This medieval fair was so interesting. No one suspected her with her miniature wings. It was part of her punishment. Her wings had been shrunk, rendering them useless. They could not support her weight. What good was having wings if she couldn't use them? That's how they wanted her to feel and they succeeded. It was torture, and she knew a thing or two about torture. She lifted a small pair of binoculars to her eyes and scoped out the grounds. There were so many humans everywhere that it took her some time to find the mortal she was looking for.​

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Her gaze fell on a tall man with gray hair in an officer's uniform. A coy smile crept across her face and her lips turned up. She lowered the binoculars and her blue eye was narrowed on the man. Temeluchus rose to her feet and moved began to walk towards him in her dress. The blue rose that sat in her long brown hair bobbed up in down with the motion of her steps. She stopped in front of him smiling. Her arms were bound together with gauze and she lowered them in front of her waist. Her hands were clasped together, the binoculars between them, and she squeezed lightly.​

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"Excuse me," she spoke to him. Remembering other languages was too much work for her to care for. Their holy language was more natural, even if they weren't allowed to ever reenter Paradise. "Excuuuuuse me," she whined in a loud annoyed tone. "Officer, I could use some help." Her voice was light and whiny, but with a hint of amusement. It had been so long since she was last allowed to roam free and mess with someone. The prospects of her mission excited her.​

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Samuel Riviera
DAY: 8 - 3/5 | DATE: September 29, 2013, Sunday | LOCATION: In front of a church in Mexico City

Waiting for the service to be over made Sam feel sleepy. Just sitting in the car, doing nothing. The heat was greater in the car than on the outside. Even more sweat soaked into the shirt he was currently wearing. Gah, could this service take any longer? Sam didn't want to wait outside of the car since there was always a chance someone could recognize him and rat him out. You can't be too cautious, especially if you're an escaped convict.

After what seemed like an eternity, people finally started to come out of the church. Oh, finally. That only took for-fucking-ever. As people started to come out, he started looking at all of the men coming out to see if anyone of them was wearing a shirt of his size. The pickings were pretty small, but considering that he was about to get a shirt with a five-finger discount, he didn't mind it. Still... the colors of some of the shirts were strange. Not to his liking. But right now, anything was better than the sweat-soaked shirt he was sitting in now.

As he watched for people he could steal from, he noticed a woman with long red hair walk out of the church. No way... Sam quickly fished out the photos that Chicken Wings gave him. Come on, this has got to be some other chick. He noticed soon that she was looking in his direction. Her face was in full view. Sam compared her face to the picture he pulled out. Unbelievable... It's only been four days since Chicken Wings got me out, and Red has already found me. Strange, it's only been four days but it feels like two weeks have passed... He put the pictures back in his pocket. Well, I didn't see Whitey anywhere near here. She must be hidden somewhere... How do I approach this one? He couldn't just go up to her and act like he knew her already. That just wouldn't work.

Sam took off his sombrero and ran his hand through his white and black hair quickly. Then he put his sombrero back on and stepped out of the car, pulling the brim down low to try and cover up his face. First things first: Get a new shirt. It wouldn't take too long, plus, he could think of how to deal with Red while he got his new shirt. It was perfect. He approached a man wearing a long-sleeved white shirt with black patterns sewn onto it. "Un momento de su tiempo, señor? (One moment of your time, sir?)" The man looked rather confused as he dragged him off behind the church, away from everyone else. This shouldn't take too long. As soon as he was sure no one could see him, Sam started to beat up the middle-aged man.

Alright, so Red is here, probably to convince me to join her. And I'm supposed to kill her with that black knife Chicken Wings gave me. I can't exactly just shank her in front of a church and run for it. That's stupid. Plus, I don't even know where Whitey is. I've got to find out where she's stashed away, so I guess for now, I have to play along with them. Then, when I find the perfect moment, I've got to strike. Aah... What a pain. Chicken Wings, if I have to go through a hell of a lot for this, I am going to kick your ass the next time I see you. Sam hadn't been really paying attention, but the man he was beating up had already passed out. "Oh, lo siento. (Oh, sorry.) He promptly put him down and took off the middle-aged man's shirt. Afterwards, Sam took off his own shirt and tossed it aside. He put on the new one he just got and noticed that it was a little big on him. Oh well, it didn't matter, as long as it wasn't soaked through with sweat, he was good. Now then... How do I approach Red?

 

Salgiel went into the church to follow another feeling of a fallen angel inside. Hana was quickly spotted and so was the gentleman that sat next to her.

Ah, so you’ve found him Xathaneal. Well, at least we have one down. Now all we need is the dark one.

He stood in the area nearest the doors, a little embarrassed because he had no shirt on.

I can’t help it if it’s so dang hot here. It’s either shirtless or roast.

After a long and boring while, the mass finally ended and he was one of the first ones to get out. That fallen angel feeling came from a car not too far away from the church. In fact, there was someone in there. By the way his head moved, it looked like he was searching the crowd. Being cautious, Dante fell behind the car near a building while the crowd was dense.

The man’s movement’s suddenly changed when Salgiel recognized Hana’s red hair. He seemed to be grabbing something and making observations of her closely.

What could he be planning?

Dante’s eyes narrowed as the man got out of the car. He had pulled his hat very low, and that made him very suspicious. The dark angel pulled a man off to the side and started taking him to the back of the church.

Now is my chance!

The horse owner got real light in step and went the other way around the church. When he was about to turn the corner he stopped at the noise of a struggle.

“Lo siento.”

That voice… Samuel? I remember him from those dreams. He’s the bad one.

With a sigh, Salgiel turned the corner to approach the man, who was trying on a newly acquired shirt.

“Buenos dias, senior. (Good day, sir.)
It’s been a while since we’ve seen each other, Samuel. Do you remember me?”

 

"Officer, I could use some help." A brown haired girl with small wings asked Tyson. She was wrapped in gauze, her hands were tied together with them. Her voice was light and whiney, she was fairly innocent looking.

"Is there something I can do for you sweetheart?" Tyson said with a warm smile, his Texas accent could be heard plainly. He try's his best to hide it, he doesn't want people to think he's some hick but every once awhile it comes out. "Are you hurt?" he asked looking down at her bandages, he wasn't sure if it was apart of her costume or whatever. He isn't really that much into Fantasy, give him a 'Galaxy Far, Far away' over the Shire any day. "I like your wings, very.....cute." he said looking at her wings. Tyson was still in a bit of a fog over hearing the recording of the plane crash. That and Zadkiel was still going thru his mind.

 

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"Is there something I can do for you sweetheart?" Zadkiel said with a warm smile. "Are you hurt?" he asked looking down at her bandages.

Temeluchus smiled mischievously at him and her blue eye was dark in the dim evening light. "No, no. I'm not hurt. Thanks for askin'."

"I like your wings, very.....cute." he said looking at her wings.

She narrowed her eye at him. "They are not cute." Lu was very defensive of her wings. She did not view them as cute, just useless. Wings were supposed to be mighty and majestic. She had a pouty look on her face and she slipped the binoculars on her person and then latched onto his forearm. "You don't remember me?" she asked curiously. "You should. We were ever so close you and I. It hasn't been the same without you Zadkiel." Her tone sounded playful, but her look was dark and menacing.
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She had a pouty look on her face and she slipped the binoculars on her person and then latched onto his forearm. "You don't remember me?" she asked curiously. "You should. We were ever so close you and I. It hasn't been the same without you Zadkiel." Her tone sounded playful, but her look was dark and menacing. Tyson's eyes widened when she mentioned Zadkiel. 'How does she know about Zadkiel?' he thought to himself.
"I'm sorry sweetie but you must have me confused with someone else." Tyson replied, trying to remain calm, but the look she was giving him and her squeezing on his arm didn't help any. "If you want I can help you find, Zadkiel was it?" Tyson said. 'Maybe she is confusing me for someone else. This could be a huge coincide for all I know.' Tyson thought to himself, but deep down he knew it wasn't just some random thing.

 

"I'm sorry sweetie but you must have me confused with someone else." He replied.

Lu scowled. Pet names for strangers were gross, but she would play along for now. It was more entertaining that way. She squeezed his arm tighter between her hands and bat her dark lashes up at him.

"If you want I can help you find, Zadkiel was it?"

She smirked and dug her sharp nails into his skin. "Oh, but I've already found him. You don't remember, but you will. It's so cute when they're clueless." She let go of his arm and snaked her pointer finger down the front of his uniform, stopping just below his sternum. Her nail dug in and she giggled lightly. "I remember when you used to be powerful. Now you hide behind a badge and a gun as if it will give you some form of satisfaction." She glanced up at him and the bandage around her face slipped slightly out of place. "I could return that power to you." Lu licked her bottom lip and giggled some more.

 

"Oh, but I've already found him. You don't remember, but you will. It's so cute when they're clueless." She said with her sharp nail digging into Tyson's arm. Tyson growled under his breath, trying to hide the pain. It wasn't that bad, he's had worse. She let go of his arm and snaked her pointer finger down the front of his uniform, stopping just below his sternum. Tyson took this moment to undo the strap on his holster, so he could get his gun quick if he needed it. He was hoping he didn't. "So I'm the Zadkiel I've been dreaming about huh? Righteousness of God and all that jazz? Nice to know I'm not crazy, just the universe is." Tyson said, he looked around the fair to make sure nobody else was there. There wasn't, it was getting near closing time.
Her nail dug in and she giggled lightly. "I remember when you used to be powerful. Now you hide behind a badge and a gun as if it will give you some form of satisfaction." She glanced up at him and the bandage around her face slipped slightly out of place. "I could return that power to you." Lu licked her bottom lip and giggled some more. Tyson pulled her hands away from his abdomen.
"I don't hide behind anything, if I'm Zadkiel like you say, then isn't it in my nature to protect?" Tyson said as he held her hands to prevent her from digging into any other parts of him. "I'm not in the mood for games. So let's skip the song and dance, and cut to the chase. I'm hearing what you can do for me, but what exactly are you wanting from me?" Tyson said with a bit of anger in his voice.

 

Shane had forgotten just how long and a sermon could be. That probably was his reason for the lack of church going in the recent years. Well it was too late for him to leave now, so he would just have to put up with it. Eventually the preacher said his final words and dismiss them all. Well, I don't remember it being so dull. Each church was different and it made sense why something's would be different. As he got up to leave, he felt someone's hand on his shoulder. When he turned to see who it was, he saw that it was the red haired girl that he sat beside.

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"Uh sure." Shane replied. He didn't quite know what she had to talk to him about, but he wasn't doing anything else at the moment, so why turn her down. He took a few second to get to his feet and walk towards the sun, shielding his eyes after being re-greeted by the bright sun. Once his eyes had finished readjusting, he saw the red haired girl standing by a parked car. He took a few steps to head over to her. "So, what did you want to talk to me about?"

 

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"I don't hide behind anything, if I'm Zadkiel like you say, then isn't it in my nature to protect?" Zadkiel said as he held her hands to prevent her from digging into any other parts of him. She huffed. Not fair. He would regret grabbing her hands. "I'm not in the mood for games. So let's skip the song and dance, and cut to the chase. I'm hearing what you can do for me, but what exactly are you wanting from me?" There was a bit of anger to his voice. How fun!

Temeluchus giggled some more and curled into his side, her brown hair brushing against her cheek. "Why, your complete and utter devotion. Love me Zadkiel." She slipped out of his grasp and spun around. The skirt of her dress billowed from the motion and her wings fluttered behind her back. She laughed some more before flopping down on a bench. It was getting dark. Oh well! What time it was meant little to her. Lu mashed her lips together and slipped her arms out of the bandage. Where the gauze had once been, was scarred and bony. Her flesh was disfigured and her left arm appeared to have a chunk bitten out of it that healed over in an odd fashion. They were gruesome, but Lu thought they added character. They marks made her distinguished.

"Aren't I pretty?" She cocked her head to the side and gazed up at him with her dark blue eye. Her hands rested in her lap and she began to hum to herself. It was an old song she learned centuries ago, but it always stuck with her. The words were dark and eerie, but the melody was sweet and beautiful. It was a bittersweet balance and it reminded her of herself.

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❖ MAP ❖ OOC ⟡ ✖ ❖ WEARING ❖
❖ DAY ⟡ 8 ⦙ 4/5 ❖ DATE ⟡ Sunday ⦙ September 29, 2013 ❖
❖ LOCATION ⟡ Church//Outside ❖ INTERACTION ⟡ Shane ❖


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The man followed her out of the church and she smiled at him while wiping off the sweat on her brow. ❝ So, what did you want to talk to me about? ❞​

While her shawl was protecting her shoulders from the sun, it was also making Hana a thousand times hotter. She pulled it off her shoulders and wrapped it around her waist like a belt. The sun beat down on her and she could almost feel her exposed skin beginning to burn under the blaring sun.❝ I wanted to talk to you about your past. Do you mind if we step into the shade? ❞ Hana pointed to the tree across the street and motioned for him to follow her. She crossed quickly and noticed that the man that had been in the car was gone. She glanced down at the compass and it was pointing off in a different direction.

❝ Sorry, I know this must all seem like really odd behavior, but I need your help. ❞ She fidgeted with the shawl between her thumbs and blinked a few times. ❝ I know you probably don't remember, but your name is Ambriel. You are a fallen angel and my name is Xathanael. You can call me Hana. I can introduce you to others like us if you want proof. I can also do things that will show you we are different. ❞ She bit her lip and dropped the likes of the shawl to loop her thumbs through the straps of her bag.​

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Samuel Riviera
DAY: 8 - 4/5 | DATE: September 29th, 2013, Sunday | LOCATION: A church in a Mexican Village

"Buenos dias, senior. It's been a while since we've seen each other, Samuel. Do you remember me?" Who is this clown? Sam wasn't surprised that he knew his name. After all, he was pretty sure that his name had been broadcast all over the Americas by now. But, remember him? He'd never met this guy before. Sam simply scoffed.

"Alright, listen buddy... I don't know who you think I am, but I've never met you before." He brushed off his question and kept walking past him to the front of the church. Strange one, that guy... As he got to the front of the church, he saw Red talking to some guy. Hmm... I'm guessing that guy is either a fallen angel, or he's just looking for a good time. Well, based on what Chicken Wings said, I'm pretty sure it's the first one. Aaaah. What the hell. I still need to get her to somehow bring me in to her little clique and show me where Whitey is. And then I gotta hold up my end of the bargain. Well, if she's gonna come to me, I'll just have to wait then.

Sam saw some benches that were in front of the church and took a seat on one of them and kept his head low. Waiting for stuff to happen seems to be a frequent thing for him. First, he waited in jail to get out. Then, he waited for Red to even show her face. After that, he waited for a service to end, something he thought he'd never do again. And now, he was waiting for Red to talk to him. After that, he had to wait for an opportunity to arise. Man, that will not be fun. At all. Waiting and waiting and waiting. Well, all part of the bargain, I guess. He sighed.

 

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One of the only good things she believed she received from sitting in a church, was that because there was a good amount of people there, when they finally allowed evacuations, one of the first trucks to get them off the island arrived at the church they were in. Everyone managed to fit in, and they got everyone off long island in a decent amount of time, but they were only told to get them off the island and into New York state. So once they were brought to New City, they were dropped off and the truck left.​

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People passed around phones to contact families while others ran to buses hoping to get home on those. Unlike 12 years ago not everything seemed to be in lockdown. Maybe it was because America was so used to it. Cassandra looked up at the sky and could see the smoke from Manhattan in the sky. She was paying so much more attention to that, that when Lilly tapped her shoulder she jumped.​

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"I called up my mom and dad, they said they can drive down and pick us up, and we can stay with them in Albany. Is your family doing alright?"​

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Crap​

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Cassie realized she hadn't called to check up on her parents, but then calmed herself down when she remembered they were in Brooklyn. Then she remembered they were having the memorial for Daniel. SO half of her family was on Long Island. She assumed they would be okay.​

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"Yeah, they are doing fine..."​

 

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W E A R I N G ✖ W R I T I N G ✖ M U S I C
MOOD ※ ANNOYED✖ DAY 8 ※ 4/5 ✖ DATE ※ 09/29/2013 ✖ LOCATION ※ SCHOOL > HOME
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Man. She really hated this guy and should have killed him while she had the chance.

❝OF COURSE. HOWEVER, I DO NOT BELIEVE XATHANAEL WOULD APPRECIATE BEING CALLED A DUDE. SHE'S RATHER PARTICULAR ABOUT THINGS LIKE THAT.❞ Great, Xathanael was a chick. That was wonderful. ❝I LIKE YOUR KNIFE, BY THE BY. THE WING ENGRAVING IS CUTE. HOW UNLIKE YOU.❞ His light laugh irked her.

❝My mother gave it to me when I was younger, so fuck you.❞ she replied, rolling her eyes.

❝WE CAN GO BACK, BUT ONLY IF I GO TO MEET YOUR FRIENDS FIRST. THEY SEEM . . . INTERESTING.❞

Hay Sun opened her mouth to say something. Him, meeting her friends? That just seemed like a recipe for chaos, and she wasn't comfortable with it. What would they say when they saw her walking off with a guy who they'd never seen in their lives?

Before she could actually protest, a shimmer of light passed through and he was appearing as a normal human — no wings, she meant. One blink later, and Hay Sun was once again sitting where she had been before, between Alice and Alexander, and Pretty Boy was looming over them again. With a snap of his fingers, everything went back to normal.

Pretty Boy took a knee and winked at her, making her face contort in a glare that Phoebe noticed.

❝Mickey, what's . . .❞ The light-haired girl trailed off as Hay Sun's friends began to realize that there was someone with them.

❝HELLO EVERYONE,❞ Pretty Boy said in his stupid pretty tone.

❝Who're you?❞ Alicia asked, grabbing Alice's hand and glaring at Pretty Boy with disregard. Her other friends were also rigid and up on the edge.

❝MY NAME IS LEON. I'M HERE TO PICK UP HAY SUN.❞

Oh sure, he told them his name, but not her. Yeah, that was dandy. All of them looked to Hay Sun for her to confirm and she gave a slow nod. She was pretty sure that didn't make any of them feel any better.

Alexander put his hand on her shoulder, ❝You know this guy?❞ he asked, giving her that look, and she pursed her lips, not knowing how to reply. Considering all things, it wasn't like Pretty Boy was kidnapping her. Explaining the situation to them would be a waste of time. She nodded again.

It didn't seem like Pretty Boy had the time of day to wait, because he walked around their group and then swept her up, causing Alexander, Levi, and Alicia to hop to her feet. Next chance she got, she was really going to give Pretty Boy an asskicking.

❝Uh, I'll catch you guys later. Bye!❞ she called just before the world around her changed.

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. . . She was standing in her room. Well, that answered a question or two. Who was this guy? There was no way she was believing the war-and-angel- shit. No, that wasn't her bag. It would never be her bag. Was she actually doing this? She was going to let some stranger just whisk her away, no questions asked? Away from her friends, away from her dad, maybe even away from France. Forever? No. Couldn't be. Not forever.

But when she thought about it, what else was she supposed to do? Hay Sun didn't fit in with society, and she never had. Probably never would. No matter how she looked at it, she was different from others. Then again, that didn't mean she was some freak from some secret, bible-bangin' agency that gave all of its operatives angelic codenames. If you asked her, she wouldn't want any part of it. She didn't want any part of it.

Quietly, she packed clothing and other necessary items for a trip, and then put in her journal. She had a feeling she was going to be doing quite a bit of writing . . . She turned on Pretty Boy. ❝Get out,❞ she demanded, shoving him out of her room, ❝I need to change.❞

She wasn't worried about her dad seeing him since he was working the shop at the moment . . . And maybe if she made him stay out there long enough, he would actually go away. Unfortunately, after half and hour or so, he didn't. Annoying.

With her bag in tow, all of the things she would need for . . . whatever the hell she was going to do, Hay Sun led Pretty Boy downstairs, and placed her note to dad on the table. Whenever she got wherever the hell she was going, she would have to call him. Suddenly, she spun to face Pretty Boy and clocked him in the face, hard.

❝That's for dragging me into your BS secret agency shit. PERHAPS I DIDN'T WANT TO BE APART OF THIS ONCE MORE.❞ She stepped forward again, and then swung her other fist into his face, ❝And that's for being touchy, EVEN THOUGH YOU ARE ALWAYS LIKE THIS WHEN YOU ARE IN MY PRESENCE.❞ And then she shoved him into the wall, causing a few things to tumble over, ❝This had better be worth the fucking trouble. ALL OF THESE PAST LIVES HAVE BEEN RATHER TROUBLESOME. DO NOT MAKE THIS ONE SO, AS WELL. OF COURSE, WHAT ELSE CAN I TRUST YOU WITH?❞ she barked, her eyes flashing with a sort of lightning. The air around her rippled with energy, and for a moment, Hay Sun felt like she was on fire. Not in the burning sense, but rather that she was controlling it. Emitting it.

It startled her a little, and when she took a step back, the feeling was gone. She exhaled an sudden, extremely chilly breath, and then glanced up at Pretty Boy's face, feeling slightly abashed. She turned back to her bag, menially busied herself with it for a moment, and then finally faced him once more.

❝I'm ready.❞ she said quietly. In truth, she wasn't. ❝Xathanale, was it? I hope I can still ride my motorcycle. Will you be able to bring it to me if I want it?❞ The two of them were standing outside now, in front of her house.​

 

Dante smiled at him. Of course they didn’t know each other, it was obvious, but his impulsive ways of messing with someone’s head couldn’t be stopped at this time.

“Alright, listen buddy… I don’t know who you think I am, but I’ve never met you before.”

“What do you mean? I am sure that-“

Samuel started walking away towards the front of the church. He seemed confused and deep in thought.

I know something isn’t right about him, but I just can’t put my finger on it. Ah, what the hell, I’ll play with him a little longer to see if he will spill any beans. By the way, he did have a cute face…

With that, Salgiel turned and followed the other angel to the front of the church, who had sat down before he even turned the corner. Samuel had put his head low to conceal his face more from everyone.

He must be hiding something if he doesn’t want anyone noticing his face. Could he be a murderer? A thief? A convict? Well, here I go.

Dante took a spot next to the other man, standing on one knee, kneeling on the bench with the other, and putting his arm on the top of the bench.

“I’m sure that a handsome angel like yourself has had some crazy adventures.”

It’s a good thing I have my trusty knife with me in case something bad happens…