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⟦ WEARING † OOC † MOOD ⟧
⟦ Day: 79 † Location: Sanctuary † Interaction: Brandon ⟧

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⌠Hey there Min, my name is Brandon, angel of lightning.⌡ Lightning? That sounded super cool. She watched as he made a small current flow through his hand. Her green eyes widened with delight and her lips parted into an 'O.'

⌠That is sooo cool.⌡ Her green - eyed gaze was transfixed on the sparks of light and whatever the weirdness was in her seemed to resonate stronger.

Brandon made a thinking face and Min followed suit when the awe of the lightning finally wore off. ⌠Well, I'm not entirely sure about this whole 'reaction' thing, but there's definitely something interesting going on. Regardless, it's a pleasure to meet you.⌡

⌠Yeah, you too!⌡ She looked around realizing that now was probably not the right time for this, but she just really needed to figure it out. ⌠They said my angel's name is Remiel or something. My online associates say that he's like the Angel of Thunder or something. Hey! Maybe that's it.⌡ Min snapped her fingers. ⌠Thunder and Lightning. Super cool. I wonder what I can do.⌡ She narrowed her brows in deep concentration, trying to make some sort of spark like Brandon -- she was pretty sure that it just looked like she was constipated.

A hand came down on her shoulder, breaking the concentration. The strange voice - in - her - head guy had his hand on her shoulder and shaking his head. She sighed in disappointment. ⌠Fiiiine.⌡

We should probably see if they need any help outside.

Min perked up eagerly. ⌠Can I come?⌡

No, he said / thought / looked -- whatever -- at her sternly while pulling a small box out of his backpack with a strange look on his face. He dropped the bag to his feet and had a terrified expression on his face as he slowly opened the wooden box. With one resolute glance at the contents within, he snapped it shut and held it between clenched fingers.​

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The sudden attack by Richard and block from Alistair provided
enough distraction for Lu to break free of Hana's shadow manipulation.
A small portal opens, moving Mali and Reuben out of the fight.
Mammon lands on the ground.
More demons rise up, fighting for the third party.
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The heavy child was crying and super obnoxious as Mali passed through the portal. She was running, but she could feel her body being dragged down. Something was wrong with the portal Temeluchas made below her feet. Normally she could just drop through and land perfectly fine in the next place. Not this time. Light opened up and when she stepped out, there were rows upon rows of crumbling brick buildings. She knew this street. Mali heard a very ungraceful landing behind her and when she turned, the Old Man was right there. The baby kept crying and she was at her wit's end. "Oh my fucking -- what the hell are you doing here? Did you honestly think following after me would do you any good?" Stupid.

She kicked her foot backwards into the door and it slammed open. Mali rolled her eyes at the man and turned her back on him, heading inside of the building. The flat was on the third floor of the brick structure. Grandpa probably thought that if he followed after he could finally find Soren and Anna. What a joke.

The crying persisted and Mali shook the boy. "Hey! Stop that!" His eyes were wide and his cheeks red as she held him out at arms length. Suffice to say, the crying did not stop. She groaned and made her way up the stairs. The door to the flat barely hung in place after the fight here and she hip - checked it open. Mali deposited the tot on the kitchen floor which was stained with blood and scorch marks.​

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Richard was none too pleased with how things were looking now. His strike had been blocked by Alistair, he was told that his task wasn't going to be made any easier by him and then muttered what sounded like a genuine apology. That wasn't something he was expecting, but he wasn't going to let it deter him. If this man was going to bar his way towards getting rid of that dark angel then he wasn't going to go easy on him either. The situation was worsening for them though, as Mali had left with the other child, and the winged demon had landed, spawning more demons in his wake. Well this was going to be a challenge.

As Alistair brought his other hand to the handle of his blade, he attempted to push Richard back with his own blade. However, Richard wasn't going to let him get the better of him that easily. Turning his body so that the blade wouldn't cut him once his own was pushed away, Richard retracted his saber back to wand form, only to instantly go back into sword form and reignite. He then brought his blade towards Alistair to cut straight through him.

 

Joslyn Taylor Jones
DAY: 79 | DATE: December 10th, 2013 [Tuesday] | LOCATION: Obsidian Palace in Hell​

The demon girl with prismatic hair guided Joslyn, now wearing an elegant champagne-colored dress with sandals and a red flower clip in her hair, up a flight of stairs to where she assumed Lucifer would be waiting. As much as she didn't want this to happen, there weren't many options left to her now, if any at all. There was no way out of this for her. Her fate was essentially sealed. Each step brought her closer to it, and yet, now that it was upon her, she found herself completely calm. She had no more tears to shed.

"I... I'm so sorry.... " The fallen angel said through sobs. "I am so, so sorry. "

"Please don't cry." Joslyn asked meekly. "It's making everything worse than it needs to be."

"I love you, honey. Remember that, okay ?" The sobbing had become more infrequent as she continued to speak. "I love you !"

"I know you do."

 

All angelic persons in the Obsidian Palace have had
their presence requested to the Throne Room for the Bonding Ceremony.
Refusal is prohibited.
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The blades clashed forth, but these two locked blades only stayed against each other for only a bit. Richard's body shifted, moving away from the strike of his blade and before Alistair could fully grip the handle of Arondight, Richard's blade had shifted into a wand form. The blade of Arondight was swung downwards, slashing through only air and left Alistair in quite the bad position.

Acting fast Alistair released the the handle of Arondight with one hand and twirled the blade into a reverse grip. In a hasty response Alistair raised the blade and had it clash against the attack that Richard sent towards him. His stance wasn't the most advantageous, but it still not bad for him. The thrill of battle was quite exciting and despite fighting a battle he'd rather not fight, he still couldn't help but smirk. Once again Alistair gripped the blade with both hands and this time managed to shift his strength in pushing away his opponent. He needed some distance between them and had Richard not been pushed back, Alistair would have been pushed back instead, thus giving him the distance he wanted.

Skidding back, Alistair twirled his sword and gripped it tightly preparing for anybody else that dared to attack. This battle had only begun and Alistair was far from feeling any sort of fatigue. It was quite the interesting battle, but glancing around he noticed that both Mali and the child had vanished "what the?" Alistair muttered gritting his teeth. There was hope that the others had managed to at the very least have a chance at getting the child, but that chance was gone now.

Invisible shards were sent forward, piercing the flesh of some demons, either killing or wounding them. He did want any of this, that child that was taken, he had hoped to at least managed to reclaim it for the parents and even try and return Mali to hell, but both had disappeared. Claw like nails rushed forth and slashed though the demons, he didn't wish to harm the fallen angels, even though they saw him as an abomination, but even killing the demons brought his mind to an ill state. He just did not wish to kill anything.

 

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Grandpa followed after her -- typical. "A little young to be playing mommy, don't you think?"

She blanched her face and wrinkled her nose up at him. "Don't be ridiculous Old Man." Mali walked off to her bedroom, knowing that she didn't need to worry about him trying to take the kid named Reuben away any time soon. He had no way of getting back to the others right now. She started rifling through the drawers of things, looking for something in particular. Mali pulled out a couple of obsidian knives that she decided were best kept on her person. Who knew what Grandpa would try pulling on her now that they were alone. She tucked one up her sleeve, it was cold against her skin. Another in her leather boot. The last was left visible, slipped through her belt loop -- a warning.

Mali was having a hard time trying to find it. It was starting to feel like ages since she had last been here, but in reality that was not the case. She pulled open the sock drawer to find two black smoky orbs rolling around between the pieces of cotton. A dark smile spread on her lips and she scooped them up in her hands. Mali marched triumphantly back to the kitchen where Grandpa was still at. "All right Grandpa! I've got a proposition for you. If I send you to Hell to see your precious children that want nothing to do with you, you quit following me and the baby. Deal?"​

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Hana is fighting Mammon.
Leon is fighting random demons.
Lu stepped back, watching with delight.
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After a pleasant talk with Cal and the humorous babble from Soren, Regulus was back towards the basement, staring staring upwards at the ceiling deep in thought. The usual noisy basement was silent as the demons knew not to make a single sound. The higher ups knew that something big was to occur and the lowers knew not to make a ruckus in such a moment, especially if they valued their lives.

After a moment the message was sent and Regulus' eyes narrowed with a sinister smirk. His eyes closed, Regulus exited the basement and headed off towards the place his leader called to. The huge doors to the throne room opened forth and upon entering it Regulus got on one knee and placed his arm over his chest, bowing before the Morning Star before walking off to the side, crossing his arm behind his back as he closed his eyes and waited. The usual mask upon his face was off, showing respect to his leader by not covering his face.

 

Adam was not entirely fond of the idea of going to the Throne room. Well, in truth, it was mostly not him. It was Semyaza. Semyaza wouldn't explain to him why. Adam kept demanding to know but Semyaza only replied with the less you know the better off you will be.

Adam just went with it and arrived in the throne room. Semyaza told him to bow instead of just walk in and walk to side like he was going to, so he did and then ended up standing next to Regulus. Except Adam didn't realize it, and did a double take to look at him. He then stared at him for a moment and realized it was because he didn't have the mask on. Then he just proceeded to wait.​

 

Samuel Riviera
DAY: 79 | DATE: December 10th, 2013 [Tuesday] | LOCATION: Outside of Church in Rio de Janeiro, Brazil​

In a single instant, the little girl had disappeared, his son along with her. He was too shocked to process what was going on at the moment. Between the clashing of blades, Lu escaping Hana's shadow hold, and Birdface coming down with more demons rising up, he barely noticed a portal opening and the girl making her escape. When he finally had noticed, his blood began to boil intensely. The billowing crimson flames that shrouded his body amplified as his fury magnified.

As everyone around him engaged in battle, he set his sights on the bandaged figure standing away from them. It was Lu, the same bitch that had met them on the plane. She might have looked different, but the hideous air about her was exactly the same as before. Looking at her pissed him off even more. His already flared temper overflowed and he let out a deafening roar as he charged madly at the bandaged woman. "LU!!" He screamed with a booming voice.

His wand appeared in his hand and it transformed into a sword with a giant blade that he swung down at the dark angel with all of his might. Flames coated the excessive blade from point to pommel as it fell.

 

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Luficer sat with his back erect as Fallen and Nephilim alike poured into the Throne Room. Sariel made a respectful bow before blending in with the crowds. He gave the man a quick nod before returning to watching everyone else enter the room. Three young faces looked upon him with uncertainty and apprehension. His lips parted into a smile at the sight of them. He had not seen the Nephilim children since they were first born and now they were all grown up. Two were missing, but that was to be expected. Other faces that were long forgotten now came into view as well. While they were all still under his rule and out doing his bidding, they did not all pay him regular visits. Today was different. Everyone was required to be here. His hands curled around the ends of the armrests on the throne and his mood lifted a little more when Semyaza entered and bowed before disappearing in the crowd as well. It was a win knowing that they had acquired Semyaza.

The Morning Star rose to his feet and held his arms out wide to greet his guest. Welcome everyone. It is a pleasure to see you all here. This day has been one of many long awaited for. There is much to do in the next few days, but we can at least to a moment to celebrate before any more deaths occur. His golden eyes roamed from face to face. They lingered briefly on the Nephilim before moving to the large double doors of the Throne Room. His obsidian colored wings stretched out completely behind his back and he could feel the presence growing nearer. He took a step forward onto the marble floor and the hellfire dancing in the sconces that lined the walls grew brighter, more full of life. His anticipation was fueling their flames. It was time.

When the little halfling pushed open the door, he took another step forward. Beside her stood the radiant creature that was Azazel -- only in a slightly less radiant form, but humans could never be as beautiful as angels. The halfling managed to do an exceptional job on bringing out all the natural beauty that Azazel embodied. He took careful steps forward, meeting them near the door. The Morning Star knelt before the fallen angel, taking her by the hand, and relinquishing her from the halfling. She and Semyaza had managed to prove themselves worthy to keep around. Welcome my dear, he greeted her lowly. The crowds parted ways, creating an aisle for them to walk down. Lucifer flicked his wrist and the throne slid all the way back against the far way, leaving the center of the room empty.​

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The look on Grandpa's face gave away that he was clearly interested in her offer. Good. One less problem to deal with. Then Soren could deal with killing his dad rather than her. "I don't have any way to trust you."

"Not my problem," she shrugged. What did Mali care if the old man didn't trust her? She wasn't out to make friends.

"How do I know you can even do it? That wasn't your portal we went through. That was Lu's." The old man turned his blade over in the fading light, watching his own reflection on it. How vain. So? That didn't mean she was incapable of making portals. Temeluchas just did them better was all. The woman had thousands of years of practice. Mali only had a couple of weeks.

"And?" she snapped.

"I've seen you fight, kid. You've only seen me at my worst. So you're at a disadvantage here." He eyed her once more. "I'll make you a deal. Hand over that baby, take me to my children--nowhere else, and when you've held up your end I'll give you the kid back and leave you alone. Come on, it's not like I can make a run for it."

Mali laughed. "What a joke! As if I would do that. What's to stop you from not keeping the kid on you? Please. I'm not stupid, Stupid. Just because we didn't go through my portal doesn't mean I can't make one, but I wasn't talking about using a portal I made. These orbs here in my hands were made for me by Temeluchas in case anything happened while I was here with Ariel. They contain her hellfire mist for portal making. You just smash the orb and instant portal. I'll give you one that you can use to go to Hell if you just leave me alone. Simple. No strings attached." She moved to stand in front of Reuben.

"Give it here then. And stay put until I'm ready to leave."

Mali smirked. She slipped one orb into her sweater pocket and rolled the other in her hand. "Okay, catch." She threw the orb at the floor and it shattered. Black mist swirled in a circle and she scooped Reuben up in her arms. "Oops. Looks like my aim was off." Mali jumped forward and fell through the hole in the floor.​

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Joslyn Taylor Jones
DAY: 79 | DATE: December 10th, 2013 [Tuesday] | LOCATION: Obsidian Palace in Hell​

When Ahranna had opened the door, she was greeted by the sight of multiple angelic beings standing in the room, with one standing right in front of them. The scarred form of Lucifer knelt down and took her by the hand. Just making contact with him made her spine tingle. Her heart raced as the girl with the polychromatic hair let her go. "Welcome, my dear," he greeted her lowly. She let out an involuntary whimper as the crowds parted for them. The throne that once sat at the center of the room disappeared with a flick of the wrist.

Azazel felt absolute disgust just looking at the obsidian wings that sprouted from his back. It was a sight she had wished she would never have to see ever again, yet here she was, looking right at them. The angel really wished she could just fly away, get rid of anything that stood in her way, and get far away from this horrid place. But she couldn't. She had neither the means nor the power to pull off a feat like that. Not to mention that none of the other inhabitants here would be sympathetic to her feelings, especially not if it was going against Lucifer's wishes.

 

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"LU!!"

Uh - oh. Looks like she was spotted.

Lu looked up to see Samuel charging for him, flames radiating off his body. His wand appeared in his hand and it transformed into a sword with a giant blade that he swung down at the Dark Angel with all of his might. Flames coated the excessive blade from point to pommel as it fell. Mist swirled until it took the solid shape of a long black sword that gleamed in the sunlight. She swung it up to block his attack, but flames still lapped at her bandages anyway. They smoldered and she shook them away. They would only be in the way and she could strengthen her attacks with the power of her blackened eye.

"Why so testy Abaddon?" she asked with mock interest. "You were never one to take a shining to Nephilim children." Mist shot up from the ground as she defended herself and launched at his legs. "I wouldn't expect you to get so attached to one of your hosts." she said through clenched teeth.​

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