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Alistair merely played around with the knife and once he was done with it he merely chucked it a wall and smiles calmly at the result "Ah...perfect I hit my target...I'm getting quite the hang of this" Alistair said with a chuckle before stretching with a sigh. Fighting was something he would eventually have to do and though he knew that anything he did would be pointless, he still like playing around with it. With a yawn, Alistair rested his head against the big chair behind him and merely fell asleep until the next day.

 

Shane had spent most of his his time at the warehouse reviewing what he learned all those years ago for boxing. Mainly he was just shadow boxing for most of it. Since he wasn't keeping a good track on time while he was doing this, he noticed that it was getting late during one of his rest periods. He figured that what he'd done today was good enough for today and headed back towards the hotel. Once he was back in the room, he took a quick shower before getting into bed and falling asleep.

 

Samuel Riviera
DAY: 13 - 5/5 | DATE: October 4th, 2013, Friday | LOCATION: Hotel in Albany, NY

After little Red said her thanks, he gave her a dismissive wave. "Yeah, yeah, whatever, Red." He was grateful to her for the food, though. It did make things just a little bit less awkward. The meal was nice. Wait... what the hell am I thinking? No. No, I can't think like this, I'm going to kill her, and that's that. He got out of the car and went back to his room.

Sam spent the rest of the day lazing around in his room. He wasn't particularly motivated to do anything anyway. The rest of his day was spent thinking. I need to get stronger. I need more power. Then, I can kill her and get even. As he lay on his bed, he held his fist out in front of him for no particular reason. He clenched his fist even tighter as he continued to think. What was I thinking? Going with her because of boredom? You idiot! You could've spent that time training by yourself! Not like any of these other pussies would dare to train with me anyhow. He slammed his fist down onto his bed.

It wasn't before long that he found himself sleeping.

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Joslyn Taylor Jones
DAY: 13 - 5/5 | DATE: October 4th, 2013, Friday | LOCATION: Hotel in Albany, NY

Joslyn fell asleep next to Hana because I'm running out of time and this post will get cleaned up tomorrow... hopefully.

 

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❖ MAP ❖ OOC ⟡ ✖ ❖ WEARING ❖​

❖ DAY ⟡ 14 ⦙ 2/5 ❖ DATE ⟡ Saturday ⦙ October 05, 2013 ❖​

❖ LOCATION ⟡ Albany, NY [Hotel//Warehouse] ❖ INTERACTION ⟡ ✖ ❖​

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Hana got up and dressed lazily the following morning. Instead of leaving the room, she decided to sit down at the desk on her computer. First, she emailed her contact about the necessary documents. He replied saying they would most definitely be ready tomorrow and she could pick them up before catching their flight. Then, she purchased all the plane tickets. Lastly, she clicked open the instant messenger. The only thing there under recent conversations was the one she shared with Jehoel. He never responded. The twisting knot in her stomach was only growing worse at the sight of that. She tried to call only once. It rang and rang, but never picked up.

She sighed and shut the laptop. Her phone blinked from a missed call and she picked it up checking the voice mail. There was one message from the realtor. Apparently her offer went through quickly and she was now the proud owner of the abandoned warehouse. Yippie... Hana rose to her feet and grabbed her backpack off the floor. She reached for one of the room keys and slipped it in her back pocket before leaving the room.

The drive to the warehouse was much quicker than the walk. The money would be withdrawn from her bank account later in the day for the purchase. Then, she would officially own the rusty dead place. She parked as close to the door as possible and killed the engine to the station wagon. Hana climbed out of the car and went to the unlocked door, pulling it open. When she was inside, she let the bag fall lightly to the concrete floor and pulled out the box containing her sword.

It glittered and sparkled in its silvery-white wand shape. "Luria," she named it. In her hand she could feel the shift and change as the sword morphed from its dormant state to the full length angelic weapon she once wielded proudly at her side. Her blue eyes reflected its beauty and sparkled in the morning light.

She had seen the small damages Hay Sun caused to the warehouse. Did the girl even realize the power she was exuding?

Hana held the sword up and let the morning glow bathe the sword. It felt warm under her touch, but it always did. It wasn't an uncomfortable warmth. It was actually quite nice. It reminded her of better days. Well, at least she could enjoy this moment -- this sweet moment of warmth and solitude. She wrapped both hands around the hilt and lunged forward with the sword. She hadn't used it in such a long time, but her movements were just as fluid and precise as they had been once before. Her arms swayed back and forth, following the pull of the blade.

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No form of daylight greeted the silver haired aristocrat, but regardless the man soon awoke from his slumber with a soft yawn as he stretched his arms and merely sighed with a smile on his face. "Ah...how dull no dreams this time?" Alistair said before rising and heading off towards the showers to get himself ready for the day. Once his morning routine was over, Alistair merely adjusted his suit and walked out. Alistair never really liked being all too classy, but what he did love was wearing his suits, it felt nice even though there were many other things much more comfortable.

Soon enough Alistair once again was before a window staring out at the rain with his usual glass of wine in hand. "Its a miracle I never get drunk...I guess a whole lotta shit would occur if I did..." Alistair said with a chuckle before taking a sip from the glass as turned his attention back towards the window once more. The the forces of good and evil were still gathering forces just how long till the inevitable war would begin? Just how much people would be dragged into this? just how many people would lose their lives. It was...intriguing....

 

Tyson eyes shot open as he was gasping for breath. Tyson got out of bed and walked into the bathroom. He splashed some cold water on eyes and looked up at the mirror. He was a sickly pale with dark bags under his eyes. His dreams were worse then ever. But they were jumbled, unfocused. Luckily it was Saturday so he didn't have to work. He had a migraine that felt like his head was being scraped across a sidewalk.
Tyson when on about his usual routine. After breakfast he placed a empty beer can on the coffee table in his living room. "Alright let's Luke Skywalker this mother." Tyson said to himself. Tyson held out his hand and tried his best to bring the can to his hand, but no dice. He continued to try, but still to no avail. He was getting a little angry that nothing was happening.
Tyson grabbed a bottle of beer out of the frig and took him a big swig. Tyson tried it again, still nothing. Tyson anger boiled over and the same type of black mist that was around Temeluchas began to swirl around him. Tyson dropped his beer bottle as he looked down. Then the mist disappeared without a trace. "What the hell." Tyson said to himself. "What did she do to me?"

 

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Lu stood in the doorway watching as Alistair faced the window. He just kept staring and staring. Man he was boring. She sighed dramatically. "Are you just going to stand there forever?" she asked him. He was holding a glass of wine and internally she hoped her voice would startle him into spilling. That would make things less boring. Why did everyone she was assigned to have to be so boring? She just wanted someone to play with. Someone she could use at her every whim until they grew weak and weary. Then, she would discard them and find someone new. These few wouldn't be quite so drab if she wasn't restricted from killing them.​

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"I thought at least you would be a little more interesting than the others. Although, it was fun to rip open Araquiel's arm..." She giggled. Her blue eye had a distant look to it as she recalled the fond memory. It took her a moment to draw her attention back to the present and the man in the same room as her. "Any who, I'm Temeluchas, or Lu, the Chief Angel of Torment. I have been informed that Danel spoke with you and you accepted his proposal, no?" She cocked a brow and leaned against the door frame. Her miniature wings flapped restlessly behind her back. "I'm here to help you with your powers. Without them, you serve the Morning Star little purpose." Lu flashed his a jagged toothy grin and glided silently across the room, taking a seat in one of the chairs. She flipped her brown hair over shoulder and leaned back into the cushion.​

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Other than the fall of rain and the occasional roar of thunder there was nothing but silence in the manor of Alistair Grey. Eyes closed he brought the tip of his glass to his lips before a foreign sound appeared before him. Upon hearing this single sound a smile crept across the man's face as he merely stood there and awaited whatever would come next.

And soon enough his visitor began to speak and Alistair began to let out a chuckle "Interesting? come now you weren't expecting some form of parade or dance party or something were you?" Alistair said with a grin before opening his eyes "or perhaps something morbid?" Alistair said narrowing his eyes with a smirk before closing his eyes as he turned to face her.

Without another word Alistair merely walked over to the chair that she sat at and sat upon the opposing chair before her and sat down with his cheek resting on his fist "Well then....a pleasure to meet the angel of torment....do entertain me more that that dullard Danel" Alistair said opening his eyes slightly as he stared down at his wine glass as he swirled the wine around in the glass. "Well then little lady...do please stop with the obviousness and lets actually do something...I've lived through enough dullness already" Alistair said.

 

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"Well then....a pleasure to meet the angel of torment....do entertain me more that that dullard Danel." Alistair said. Hah! Opening his eyes slightly, he stared down at his wine glass, swirling the wine around. "Well then little lady..." Little. Lady. "Do please stop with the obviousness and let's actually do something...I've lived through enough dullness already." he continued.

Lu sighed and rolled her eyes. Pretentious. "You don't get to boss me around. We'll do things when I want to do things." She inspected her nails for a moment before standing and leaning in close to him. Her face was only a couple inches away and from his and her smile turned into a snarl. "Before we get started, you have to answer one question."

She leaned back and sat on the armrest of her chair. Her hands lifted her hair up off her shoulders and then it rained down in sheets of brown. Lu ripped the bandage from her arm and tapped her finger lightly on her chin. Her head cocked to the side and she narrowed her blue-eyed gaze on him. "Am I pretty?"

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A typical response that Alistair truly expected from the angel before him. If he learned anything from Danel, it was that these angels were all haughty and filled with pride. They acted so tough, but when it came to their precious Lucifer they began to cower like dogs. True there was a good possibility he would cower at the presence of Lucifer himself, but Alistair took a fancy at the idea of angels cowering in fear.

Her face reached inches away from his but Alistair merely narrowed his eyes with his usual smirk on his face as he stared back at her. She back away and soon enough an question unexpected to even him reached his ears and suddenly began to laugh. It was a quite laughter but a loud and booming one, one that was hard to control and once that Alistair struggled to even slow down in the slightest. Dropping the wine glass, Alistair placed his hand over his face and just laughed and laughed and laughed a mocking laughter.

"OH GOD THIS IS TOO RICH...YOU TRULY ARE A LITTLE GIRL.." Alistair said struggling to even speak due to the laughter. Spreading out his fingers, Alistair looked past the space between his fingers and stared back at the girl "Are you pretty? that answer merely shows how ugly you truly are....your a little girl you clings to the falsehood of beauty and revel in its wondrous feelings. To even ask that shows how truly insecure you are about beauty." Alistair said before his laughter continued. "Mommy! am pretty?! please tell me I'm pretty " Alistair said mockingly as he continued to laugh. He knew that his actions would bring consequences, but he would accept it.

 

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W E A R I N G ✖ W R I T I N G ✖ M U S I C
MOOD ※ SIGH ✖ DAY 14 ※ 3/5 ✖ DATE ※ 10/05/2013 ✖ LOCATION ※ WAREHOUSE • ALBANY, NY
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Hay Sun didn't feel well today, and it was frustrating. She was in a lot of pain, for some reason. It hurt to think, hurt to move, hurt to even breathe. She was told that it was because of the amount of energy she exerted yesterday — she hadn't even known that she had.

What was she supposed to do now? She could grin and bear it; no pain, no gain, as it were.

For the first hours of the day, she mostly tossed and turned in bed, lingering between being awake and being asleep. It was painful either way. Around noon, the pain began to subside and she was able to breathe without wanting to rip out her lungs.

When she was able to move around more freely she changed into clothing that was suitable for working out, same as yesterday. Her adviser ( Uriel ) mentioned that she probably shouldn't jump back into it. That was probably a good piece of advice.

Of course she wasn't going to take it.

Some time later, she arrived at the warehouse to find another car parked there. It was the one Red brought home yesterday. Here, huh? Hay Sun hopped off her bike and walked in to hear swipes and movements of a blade, or something. Turned out that Red was brandishing a sword. Pfft, a sword. What year is it, 1502?

ACTUALLY, WE WERE RELATIVELY GOOD FRIENDS WITH HENRY TUDOR.

You know what's great? I don't really care.

Uriel was probably angry now. Oh well.

❝Nice sword.❞ she commented. Red did seem to move pretty well with it. Hay Sun was kind of impressed. A part of her did wonder if she wielded any kind of special weapon. ❝So what about that match . . . ?❞​

 

Salgiel's dreams had been overcome with visions of the forest in winter. A pure white elk was constantly popping up, always watching him with his big black eyes. He longed to touch it, but was also afraid of it at the same time, for it was too still and unnerving. It was extremely cold. His head and heart seemed to be freezing up and in reality he was taking short, harsh breaths to defy the cold climbing into his lungs. He was constantly tossing and turning around in his sheets, unable to escape the cold for the longest time.

Suddenly, he sprung awake with a roar and rolled onto his side. His golden eyes glowed viciously and his hand extended out from him. As it touched the sheets ice sprouted from his fingertips and almost reached Samuel a few feet away. His fingers seemed frozen there as his breathing finally started to slow. No thoughts came to him as he laid there, exasperated and confused for what seemed like an eternity. His body became numb and cold, but his eyes stayed wide open.

 

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LAUGHTER. That was the first response she had been given from Alistair. It was just like Tyson. Did they think she was trying to be funny? They would quickly learn just how funny she truly was. Her brown eyebrow twitched and she crossed her arms, glowering at the man before her.

"OH GOD THIS IS TOO RICH...YOU TRULY ARE A LITTLE GIRL..." Alistair said struggling to even speak due to the laughter.

Little. Girl. Spots danced in her field of vision. Tyson had laughed, but not to this extreme. Did her features amuse him? He wouldn't be laughing for long.

Spreading out his fingers, Alistair looked through the space between the digits and at Lu. "Are you pretty? that answer merely shows how ugly you truly are....you're a little girl you clings to the falsehood of beauty and revel in its wondrous feelings. To even ask that shows how truly insecure you are about beauty." he said before his laughter continued.

So he thought she was ugly. Ugly on the inside? That sounded awfully familiar.

"Mommy! Am I pretty?! Please tell me I'm pretty." Alistair said mockingly as he continued to laugh. He was mocking her. He actually had the audacity to mock her.

Her expression turned into a snarl. Teeth bared she lunged for him. The chair toppled over and her slender fingers were wrapped around his pale throat. Her hands turned white as she gripped tighter and tighter. Beneath her fingers she could already see the feint lines of bruises beginning to form. Was he choking to death? She hoped so. Her blue eye narrowed on his face. The sweet sound of him suffocating was music to her ears. The toothy smile turned into a dark grin as she sat on his hips. The mist wound its way around his limbs. He wouldn't get to share in her powers. Lu did not take kindly to anyone laughing at her. It was a serious question looking for a serious answer. There was only one outcome left for him.

"LOOK. AT. ME." she demanded while still holding his throat. With one hand, she ripped the bandages from her face. The left side was scarred and mashed. A long jagged scar ran down from above her eyebrow down below her ear. The left side looked pussy and burned, as if it never healed. Her eye was completely black and dead looking. It appeared ready to just fall out of her socket. It was a wonder that it never seemed to do so. Through it she could still see, but everything was dark and shadowy. Temeluchas raked her talon nails across his cheek and released his throat. "You know what happens when people insult me? Well if you did, you wouldn't have." That was clear. The black mist continued to weave its way around his body and was beginning to slither up her feet as well. "I like to play games. Do you like to play games Alistair? My favorite is Master & Servant. It's where I, the master, do whatever the **** I want to you, the servant. You are my play thing, my toy. I was going to help you get your powers, but now I'm not. If you want to beat me, you'll have to get them on your own."

She licked the blood off her fingertips, turning her lips scarlet. Lu pressed those scarlet lips to his before sitting back up. "I like to eat people, did you know that?" She cocked her head to the side and stared at him vacantly with her blackened and blue eyes. "I won't eat you, don't worry. But, I am going to do this one itsy-bitsy little thing to assure that you will do whatever I want." She drew an small X on his chest, just over his heart. It began to bleed from her nail. She smiled so brightly that it was sickening. Her hand pressed against the X and with one blink of her eyelashes, she shoved her hand into his chest and ripped out his heart. "Is it fun playing doctor? This is my version. What do you think?" Temeluchas held the heart up for him to see and the folds of skin knitted back together.

She rose to her feet and the black mist began to dissipate. One long thread of it lingered near her hand and wound itself around Alistair's heart. Her gaze was fixed on the pulsing organ as it throbbed in her hand. It was so warm and looked so delicious. Maybe one taste? She licked the side of it, letting the blood drip into her mouth.

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❖ MAP ❖ OOC ⟡ ✖ ❖ WEARING ❖​

❖ DAY ⟡ 14 ⦙ 3/5 ❖ DATE ⟡ Saturday ⦙ October 05, 2013 ❖​

❖ LOCATION ⟡ Albany, NY [Warehouse] ❖ INTERACTION ⟡ Hay Sun ❖​

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Hana continued to move on instinct as the door opened loudly. She didn't bother to look and see who it was. They mattered little at the current moment. She stepped forward. Step. Swing. Jab. Step. Swing Jab.​

❝ Nice sword. ❞ Hay Sun commented. Did she not see it the last time it was out, or was she being sarcastic? Probably sarcastic... ❝ So what about that match . . . ? ❞

She stopped mid swing and turned to face Hay Sun. A bead of sweat slid its way down her face and she breathed heavily. ❝ Are you sure you can handle it? You put in a lot of hours yesterday didn't you? ❞ Hana eyed her curiously. Even the mighty Uriel had to get tired from too much exertion. Hay Sun had to be sore from yesterday. She flicked her gaze to the sword in her hand and cleared her throat. ❝ Luria, thank you. ❞ The sword was engulfed in a flash of bright light and then sat lightly in the palm of her hand as its dormant wand shape. It sparkled and shined in the light. Hana tucked Luria into the hair binder holding up her ponytail. ❝ I'll fight you if you honestly believe you have it in you to continue. Otherwise, I don't want you to wear yourself completely out. ❞

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The laughter continued as long as the girl could permit him, but all that changed in the single moment when the girl lunged forward ontop of him and began to choke him. Sound gurgled from his mouth as he gasped for air and stared over at her watching her choke him. Her demands for him to look at her didn't fall deaf to his ears as he stared at her disfigured ugly face. Just looking at that face confirmed it all, it showed an face that almost anybody would call ugly. He stared at that face and no matter how disfigured it was he could not call it ugly. He never found such a thing as ugly...

Was he going to die? no....he could die now...not like this. Before him sat the dreaded angel of torture...he wouldn't die to somebody like her, but face something she would probably say is worse than death. It was intriguing....for the angel of death to wish for death. She she want him to wish for it? He knew he wouldn't do that...he was far too stubborn for this. Soon enough the grasp on his throat was released and the sweet feeling of air reached his throat.

She began to speak once more and just hearing her speak made her not even be taken really as serious as she truly wanted. Despite all that had occurred, Alistair closed his eyes and smiled softly. "Master and servant eh....what a kinky little bitch aren'tcha" Alistiar said softly before her bloody lips suddenly touched the lips of his own. Relationships were never on his mind as he grew, but this was his very first kiss and it was actually...pleasant. He head words, but then it happened, a x shaped cut and then a hand plunging into his chest. There was pain...

Pain...

Pain...

PAIN...

PAIN!

This pain...it felt like nothing he ever felt before, he felt alive he felt true. It was a wondrous feeling as he stared up at the girl that held his very own heart. This shattered everything he used to work on. As a doctor, he bore witness to something that should not be, his own heart that still continued to beat remained in her hand, ready to be used to taunt him. The beating hearts that he bore witness to, the lives that he saved, the lives he failed to save, the beating hearts....all those he witness, could never compare to him seeing his very own right before his eyes.

The blood ran down his mouth, but a chuckle escaped his mouth as he just stared up at the girl with his heart. His mind was shattering, changing and trying to cope with all that was before him. All that despair he unknowingly sought to witness, all that anguish, he wouldn't let it all go to waste...it was only now he was really seeing the beauty of it. "Al...right...then...lets....play" Alistair said breathlessly as the smile crept across his face "You've taken.... my heart...and... already I am smitten with you" Alistair said closing his eyes with a grin. He spoke no lies and in all honestly he actually liked her methods despite how petty she truly was. It was a shame really, for her to ask anybody if she was pretty meant that she was so unsure of her own beauty. He could not find her ugly, but if she had the feelings that she was ugly then he would merely agree with her until that changed. It was only now that she showed how pretty she truly was...

 

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"Al...right...then...lets....play." Alistair said breathlessly as the smile crept across his face. "You've taken.... my heart...and... already I am smitten with you," he added while closing his eyes with a grin.

Temeluchas lifted a skeptical brow and kicked him hard in the ankle. "You're a strange one Alistair Grey, but I suppose you will not leave me entirely bored. I don't take kindly to being mocked. Try to remember that, especially now." She gave his heart a firm squeeze, digging her nails in until the heart made popping noise and blood began to leak out. Lu watched the look on Alistair's face with delight. As the heartbeat began to slow almost to a stop, she licked the puncture wounds sealed. This would be fun.

The black mist that had wrapped around the heart served as a form of netting to hold it in place. She wrapped one end of its cord-like structure around her neck and let the heart fall under her blouse, beating in time with her own. The front of her shirt stained crimson and she peeled it off over her head. Lu gave him another firm kick in the leg before motioning for him to stand. "Get up. I need a clean shirt. Your blood is all over mine." She said flatly. The only thing covering her breasts was another thick bandage. With her hands free, she began to wrap the gauze back around her arm and face. Her wings fluttered lightly against her back. The feel of feathers against bare skin was delightful. It tickled her skin and chills ran down her spine.

"Oh, and I don't want to hear anymore of this smitten bullshit. You can't fool me." She crossed her arms in front of her chest and rubbed her thumb against the heart. It was warm and gave off a feint glow. What should she do with him first? Since she now controlled him, there were always the prospects of bringing him with. Lucifer wasn't going to be pleased with the notion of her turning one of his generals into a puppet. However, maybe he would be proud. A promotion even! No. It would only be a remarkable feat had she done it while Azrael was in his full power. This would have to be kept a secret. Not even Danel could find out about it. I'll have to find some place to keep his heart safe and out of sight. She scowled.

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Ah so she found potential in him...this was quite nice to know...

Eyes closed he continued to lay there all bloody from their little situation and even so after having all that done to him his face retain what seemed to be a smudge of calmness. The sudden puncturing pain to his heart was instantly felt and Alistair's eyes immediately widened and he cringed. In a time less around a second after feeling the pain, Alistair began to let out a fit of crazed laughter as the heart was punctured, only for it to cease after the pain soon faded away. With a deep sigh, Alistair merely continued to lie on the ground nonchalantly and opened an eye to look up at her "Oi stop that...at that rate I'll become a Tickle-me Alistair if you continue to do that" Alistair said.

Letting out another sigh, Alistair closed his eyes once more but soon enough the sudden kick hit him and he let out a grunt "Oi....cant you see I'm trying to sleep around here" Alistair said looking up at her lazily as he sat up and sighed "Your the dumbass who put my friggin heart over your shirt" Alistair said with a groan as he stood up with a sigh before stretching his arm as he listened to her not believe his words of being smitten. "oh dear...I got dumped....well whatever...I'll get you your shirt. Anything else? maybe a bottle of wine or maybe a cup of tea?" Alistair said before turning his back on her to head off and find a shirt for her. It was a legitimate question and one that held no snark, whether she believe that or not was up to her.

 

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"oh dear...I got dumped....well whatever...I'll get you your shirt. Anything else? maybe a bottle of wine or maybe a cup of tea?" Alistair said before turning his back on her.

"No," she said sharply.

Alistair disappeared out the doorway.

Lu wandered around the study, trailing her fingertips lightly over the furniture. This was quickly becoming rather dull and boring. She would have to find something new to do soon. What was Harbonah doing? Oh right. The stupid white-haired bitch got her assignment. Fucking Zadkiel. Not only did he interrupt her personal time with the Master, but he got her pulled away from the next assignment. Harbonah was supposed to deal with him. At least she was still in charge of his fiancé's soul. That would be exciting.

She sat on the edge of Alistair's desk. Smitten. Hah! No one was ever smitten with her. Even the warped relationship she had with Lucifer was about power. She was with him because he was the most powerful, while he chose her to temporarily fill the void of his missing mate. There were no feelings, and that was just the way Lu liked it. Man was it taking him forever to come back. She could explore his home while she waited, but there was honestly little interest in that.

"I wonder how my charges are handling their new abilities," she mused allowed. A playful smirk crossed her lips and she swirled her finger around in the air. The mist trailed after, swirling and swirling. It became smoky until an image appeared. First was Tyson. She laughed as he appeared to be suffering from a headache. She watched him for a minute before changing subjects. The smoke swirled again until a woman was in view. She looked sickly -- thin and frail. Henrik was destroying his bride and he didn't even know! How wonderful!! Lu clapped her hands together enthusiastically and giggled. Stupid mortals...

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Joslyn Taylor Jones
DAY: 14 - 3/5 | DATE: October 5th, 2013, Saturday | LOCATION: Hotel ==> Warehouse in Albany, NY

Joslyn was sitting on the bed she had attempted to sleep on, staring blankly at the TV. She hasn't been able to get a good amount of sleep for the past couple of days because of Victor and Tessa's late night bickering. Bags were forming underneath her eyes due to the lack of sleep. It was hard on her, but she was used to not being able to fall asleep. After living with their voices in her head for so long, she had become accustomed to getting one or two hours worth of sleep each night. The few nights of not having to deal with them were a nice change for her, though she knew it wouldn't last long. It was still nice to at least get some sleep for once.

As Joslyn sat there, a voice beckoned to her, "Heeeeeeeeeeeeeyyy~, Let's do soooooooommmmmethiiiiiiiiiinnnnnggggg~!"

"Like what?" Her voice was small and filled with weakness.

"Iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii~ don't know, maybe we could watch those other idiots trrrrraaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiinnnn~?"

"Hmm, I don't see anything particularly objectionable about that."

"Ooooffff cooooouuuuurrrrsssseee~, it will be fuuuuuuuuuuuuunnnnn~!"

"We'll see about that." She snorted dismissively at his comment. It wasn't certain that it would be fun to watch people doing... whatever it was that they were doing in the warehouse. Though it was something she could do other than sit around in the Hotel all day.

"All right then." Joslyn got up and went to her bag to get a plain shirt, a hoodie, a pair of jeans, socks, and a pair of sneakers. After getting dressed, she left the room and headed for the warehouse that Hana had brought them to for training.

"Hmmmmmmmmm~, I wonder if we'll get to see more interesting things haaaaaaaaappeeeeeeeeennn~?"

"Something interesting better happen, otherwise, this is a waste of a trip."

"You can't be certain something interesting won't happen."

"Ugh... I guess you're right." Tessa had simply scoffed afterwards.

"Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeehehehehehehehe~ Maybe you'll get to see your looooooooooovvvveeeeeeeeeerrrrrrr~!"

"Oh shut up, cockbreath!"

"Aaaaaaaaaahahahahahaha~ I'm sure you're familiar with that smell, aren't yooooooouuuuuuuuu~?"

"Oh, now you're asking for it!"

"Whaaaaaaaaaaaaat~ exactly am I asking for, Biiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiitchfiiiiiiiiiiiingeeeeeeerrrrrrsssssss~?" Tessa made some kind of snarling sound at Victor. "Oooooooooooooooooh~ Noooooooooooo~ I'm sooooooo~ scaaaaaaaaarrreeeeeeeeeed~" A mocking laughter sounded from him.

"You guys, we're here." Joslyn interrupted them before it could go on any further. She opened the rickety door and saw Hana and Hay Sun talking. After looking around for a bit, she found a good spot to watch them from. She sat down and hugged her knees close to her chest, her dull grey eyes falling on the pair a good distance from her.

"Oooooooooooooooh~, I think we came just in the nick of tiiiiiiiiiiimmmmmme~!"

"Well, I hope we get to see something interesting happen."

 

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W E A R I N G ✖ W R I T I N G ✖ M U S I C
MOOD ※ DETERMINED✖ DAY 14 ※ 3/5 ✖ DATE ※ 10/05/2013 ✖ LOCATION ※ WAREHOUSE• ALBANY, NY
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Hay Sun had to admit that she was a little impressed with the way Red seemed to flawlessly flow with the slide and slash of her blade. She seemed to be working hard with it, too. She watched the glistening beads of sweat run down the side of her face.

❝Are you sure you can handle it? You put in a lot of hours yesterday, didn't you?❞

Her eyebrow twitched. Was Red looking down on her? Her eyes narrowed. The sword disappeared; it's name was Luria, apparently, but that was more of an afterthought. Just because Red was on the God Squad for longer than Hay Sun, just because she already had the abilities to destroy the entire warehouse, did not mean that Hay Sun was out of fuel. Sure — she had been in massive pain this morning, but that was all just a numb ache now.

❝I'll fight you if you honestly belive you have it in you to continu. Otherwise, I don't want you to wear yourself completely out.❞

❝I know my limits, Red.❞ Weeeeell . . . Maybe not, but she wouldn't admit that. ❝I know when to quit.❞ Except not really. ❝I'll be fine.❞ Probably.

She stepped into the makeshift ring that Sam and Red had used some days ago and began to stretch out her muscles, easing the soreness by just a bit. She didn't know if weird powers would begin manifesting during the fight, but as long as she had her fists, her limbs, and her senses, there was no need for powers. Even if Red was stronger than she, there was still improvement in herself to be made. And she would be damned if she didn't make it.

❝Ready to go, Red.❞ she said, popping her neck with a rolling motion.​