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Sunday, October 13th, 2013 | Day 22: 3/4 | Music | Location: --- | ooc:

❝ It's a little funny.❞

Adam turned his head towards Bonnie and watched her sit next to him. He was staring at her wings, which at this point weren't shocking to him. He found them gorgeous, regardless of colour. He was almost jealous of her for even having them, but he couldn't do anything about it. He stared at them as he listened to her speak,❝Are you enjoying it here Adam? You feel safe here, right?❞

Adam nodded and said, "Yes." he did feel very safe, and he figured if she were going to harm him it would have been done by now. At the same time he couldn't get himself too comfortable.

❝Your classmates are causing quite an uproar in the cities.❞

He saw her look at him out of the corner of his eye while he was looking at her wings, but turned to look her in the eyes, just in general respect. ❝Yup. Quite a bit of mayhem.❞

Adam frowned slightly and spoke, "I'm not surprised..." He threw the bounce ball from one hand to the other and continued, "...are they... are they ever going to be themselves again or are they gone?"​

 

The plane landed without a hitch just outside of London. Tyson started to relax. The military officers lead them off the plane and towards the camp that was hastily set up. There were dozens of cops, veterans, and whoever else the military could gather up. They had medical tents set up to help the sick, and piles upon piles of body bags. The guy in charge was some sort of high ranking military officer, Tyson was too distracted to pay attention to his rank.
The plan was simple, they'd just swipe through the city. And if that didn't work they'd be force to air strike the place. Given the height of the body pile, that might be inevitable. Tyson was more then a little uncomfortable with this. He'd never actually had to use his gun on a person. He's been hunting before, Deer and sometimes Elk when he was younger, but he never took to it. Shooting another human, even if it is one of whatever they are was a bit unsettling for him.

 

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❝ ...are they... are they ever going to be themselves again or are they gone? ❞

Bonnie lifted her head and set a hand on Adam's elbow. She looked thoughtful and rolled onto her side. ❝ I suppose I could make them normal again, but that would defeat the purpose. I was given one crucial task -- cause chaos. The more the humans panic and destroy themselves, the easier it is for Lucifer to reign. Do you understand that? ❞ She tapped his nose lightly with the tip of her finger. Bonnie sat up and gave him a kiss on the cheek before rising to his feet. She had actually grown to enjoy Adam's couple over the last several days.

She turned towards the window again, watching some birds chase each other through the air. That seemed like fun. Harbonah sigh. ❝ I suppose I could put a stop to them if you promise to join us. ❞ She turned, taking one step and stopping in front of him. ❝ You have yet to give me an answer Semyaza. ❞ Bonnie sat down beside him and swung her legs so that they rested across his lap. She leaned in close and rubbed her thumb against his jawline. ❝ You're not still thinking about that girl, are you? ❞ She asked low and huskily.

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Sunday, October 13th, 2013 | Day 22: 3/4 | Music | Location: --- | ooc:

❝I suppose I could make them normal again, but that would defeat the purpose. I was given one crucial task - - cause chaos. The more the humans panic and destroy themselves, the easier it is for Lucifer to reign. Do you understand that?❞

He had given a small nod before Bonnie gave him a kiss on the cheek then she stood up and turned towards the window, ❝I suppose I could put a stop to them if you promise to join us.❞

Adam stared at her back for about a minute. Join them? Just a few days ago he didn't believe any of this bullshit existed and now he was told that she could stop them if he promised to join them. If chaos was her one task then why would she pull the plug on one of her tools for it if he promised to join them. He was weak, he knew that. Sure, he may be able to put up a good fight if one of his classmates tried to kill him out there but if he tried fighting Bonnie at this point he probably wouldn't last ten seconds.

❝You have yet to give me an answer Semyaza.❞

He looked up to her in response when he heard the name, at least he was responding to it at this point. Then Bonnie sat down beside him and swung her legs across his lap and she spoke,❝You're not still thinking about that girl, are you?❞

Adam stared for a long time trying to figure out what she was talking about, he finally spoke, "What gir-" then he stopped and spoke, "Oh Alana?" he turned away from her, he hadn't thought about her specifically, he was thinking about his other classmates, some of his friend. He thought about the music room and everything.

He knew that wasn't... Alana. But he still couldn't think about her the same way. He grabbed his arm where Alana had scratched it and spoke, "If you mean her... not until you mentioned her..." Adam let go of his arm and looked over at Bonnie and spoke, "What use would I even be to you if I promised to join... I'm not..." he didn't want to say he wasn't strong but a word fit there he couldn't place and he just went silent instead.​

 

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Adam grabbed his arm where Alana had scratched it. ❝ If you mean her... not until you mentioned her... ❞ He let go of his arm and looked over at Bonnie. Good. He hadn't been thinking about her. It would only cloud his judgement. ❝ What use would I even be to you if I promised to join... I'm not... ❞

She raised an eyebrow and continued to stroke his face softly. ❝ Not what, my dear? ❞ Adam was a pretty easy male to read. Not to mention he was still a teenager, so it made things about a thousand times easier. ❝ Adam you have power buried deep within you. ❞ She pressed her finger lightly against his chest. ❝ You just have to believe. Semyaza was a leader among us long ago. Everything he possessed is still housed within you. It doesn't go away. It just lays dormant until someone strong enough actually tries to unlock it. ❞ Harbonah smiled at him encouragingly. She gave him another kiss and scooped his hands up in hers. ❝ It's like story. The one with the toothpick stuck in the boulder. The man comes along and pries it out and suddenly he's king. You're that man and Semyaza's power is that toothpick. ❞ She trailed her fingers across his forehead, then pulled him in close to her. With the right encouraging ...

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Sunday, October 13th, 2013 | Day 22: 3/4 | Music | Location: --- | ooc:

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Adam wanted to laugh, because believing would definitely solve all his problems. He hated that word so much.
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If you believe in God's power your mother will not be sick anymore!​

If you believe in yourself you will be able to pass that test.​

If you believe in this friendship, great things will become of it.
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His mother was not better, he failed that test, and that friend back stabbed him faster than any breakup he had experienced.

❝Semyaza was a leader among us long ago. Everything he possessed is still housed within you. It doesn't go away. It just lays dormant until someone strong enough actually tries to unlock it❞

She gave him another kiss before she continued, ❝It's like that story. The one with the toothpick stuck in the boulder. The man comes along and pries it out and suddenly he's king. You're that man and Semyaza's power is that toothpick.❞

She pulled him closer and he spoke up, "So you are saying that is I just believe I will have power? Sorry, but I don't believe you. I was raised where you had to actually get up off your ass and do something to get what you want. Not sit there and... well. Believe."​

 

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❝ So you are saying that is I just believe I will have power? Sorry, but I don't believe you. I was raised where you had to actually get up off your ass and do something to get what you want. Not sit there and... well. Believe. ❞

Bonnie pursed her lips and released him. Adam was such a defeatist. It was the complete opposite of the angelic spirit housed within him. Maybe they had made a mistake. Perhaps he wasn't actually Semyaza after all. Wouldn't that be a twist? She hopped to her feet and put her hands on her hips. Harbonah looked him square in the eye -- blue on blue. Her long white hair flowed down her back and she brushed it off her shoulder. ❝ Adam get up, ❞ she demanded. With a snap of her fingers, black mist surrounded him and forced him to his feet. ❝ I'm sick of this pity - party thing you have going on. ❛ Poor me. My life is so hard. I can't do anything. ❜ It ends now. ❞ She clasped her hands together and made mocking sniffling noises to go along with it. Her pale lips were pressed into a hard line and her forehead creased with frustration.

❝ If you were so graciously raised to get up off your ass -- as you put it -- and do something, then that's what you're going to do. You are Semyaza. You do have power. And you were the one that led a rebellion of angels against the Promise Land. ❞ Her hands were back on her hips and she leaned forward, practically nose - to - nose with him. Her gaze was penetrating and the mist swirled anxiously at her feet. ❝ We can do this with your full cooperation and I can train you, or I can call Lu and she can give you power, but the latter will be far less pleasant. I can assure you of that. ❞ Harbonah wasn't exactly a fan of the idea of calling Lu. They weren't exactly high on each others favorite lists. She leaned back and rested her elbow on the back of the chair. ❝ Take your pick. ❞ Her tone wasn't threatening in the least, just fed up. He had been moping around since they arrived here.

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Sunday, October 13th, 2013 | Day 22: 3/4 | Music | Location: --- | ooc:

❝ Adam get up, ❞

He was willing to get up on his own but the familiar black mist pulled him up on his feet before he had the chance.

❝ I'm sick of this pity - party thing you have going on. ❛ Poor me. My life is so hard. I can't do anything. ❜ It ends now.❞

Adam blinked at her, the exaggeration she was giving was irritating him. He didn't even recall saying anything about a difficult life, in fact, his life was pretty damn easy if he really detailed it.

❝ If you were so graciously raised to get up off your ass -- as you put it -- and do something, then that's what you're going to do. You are Semyaza. You do have power. And you were the one that led a rebellion of angels against the Promise Land. ❞

Always talking about that damn rebellion as though it was something remarkable...

❝ We can do this with your full cooperation and I can train you, or I can call Lu and she can give you power, but the latter will be far less pleasant. I can assure you of that. Take your pick. ❞

Adam stared for a moment, clearly thinking about it before he crossed his arms, "How could she give me power if it is 'already there'." He then held his hands up in almost a defensive way as he spoke, "Fine I'll cooperate, I don't wanna get on your bad side even if I managed to." He sighed deeply before he continued on, "I just don't like the feeling of not knowing something about myself. Might as well learn I guess."​

 

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Adam stared for a moment, clearly thinking about it before he crossed his arms, ❝ How could she give me power if it is 'already there'. ❞

She cocked a brow. ❝ Do you really want to know? ❞ It wasn't exactly a delightful thing. And it was more technically borrowed power or even a power boost or whatever those ridiculous humans liked to refer to it as.

Adam then held his hands up in almost a defensive way as he spoke, ❝ Fine I'll cooperate, I don't wanna get on your bad side even if I managed to. ❞ He sighed deeply before he continued on, ❝ I just don't like the feeling of not knowing something about myself. Might as well learn I guess. ❞

Bonnie smiled at him fondly. Triumph! She reached out and brushed the side of his face again. ❝ You don't have to worry about getting on my bad side hon. I only have one side and most would technically consider it bad. I just think it's me. ❞ She grabbed him by the hand and led Adam out of the bedroom. ❝ We should go outside. Do you want to hear the stories first, or get better in touch with the angel within you? Either one is fine to me. Both will help you connect. ❞ She didn't look back. Harbonah pushed the front door open and came to a stop in a grassy patch of land. The sun was shining brightly and she smiled up at the sky. Flying would be fun. ❝ ... We could go flying ... ❞ she mused aloud.

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Sunday, October 13th, 2013 | Day 22: 3/4 | Music | Location: --- | ooc:

❝ You don't have to worry about getting on my bad side hon. I only have one side and most would technically consider it bad. I just think it's me. ❞

That was the most creative way I have ever heard a woman call herself a bitch.

❝ We should go outside. Do you want to hear the stories first, or get better in touch with the angel within you? Either one is fine to me. Both will help you connect.❞

He thought about it as they walked out the door and when they got there he was speaking, "I guess the storie-"

❝ ... We could go flying ... ❞

His eyes brightened up for a moment at the words and he turned and looked over at her and remembered she had wings and that small feeling of jealousy popped up again inside him before he spoke, "That sounds like a lot of fun."​

 

"That sounds like a lot of fun."

Harbonah continued to gaze up at the sky thoughtfully. There was a sincere smile on her face and she absently played with a lock of hair. "It is. Flying is more natural than breathing." Her voice was soft and filled with fond memories. She seemed to be lost in her own little world for a fleeting moment. Slowly, her clear blue eyes drifted back down to Adam and she nodded. ""All right then. Flying it is. Then stories. Then training. You'll reconnect with your roots soon enough." Bonnie walked over to him and wrapped her arms around his waist. She smiled up at him and flapped her wings. "Hold on tight." She made sure he was pulled in close and then leaped up into the air.

Wind blew her hair around and she smiled enthusiastically. A giggle escaped her. Her wings pushed them higher and higher into the sky.

 

BRANDON HARRISON:
///Day 22 (3/4)\\\///Sunday October 13th 2013\\\///Location: UK (Streets---> Motel)\\\///Mood: Blissfully tired\\\

Brandon had continued running like a madman for quite sometime until he finally looked back and saw that all the stupid zombies that had been chasing him before were all gone. Brandon's panic quickly changed into an expression of sheer joy. He finally started to slow down until his sprint turned into a jog which turned into a walk which eventually resulted in Brandon stopping all together. He started laughing, panting, and nearly crying all at the same time. How different things would've been for him had he stayed in that car. Despite the fact that he could've been seriously mauled to death, the brief life or death scenario had actually provided Brandon with a rush of endorphins that left him positively beaming for more of this great journey. It was like being on a thrill ride only more...thrilling.

Despite all this excitement though, Brandon was still stupidly tired...and hungry. He needed to find a place where he could stop and rest for the rest of the day. As such Brandon started walking, with his now shaking from exhaustion legs, down the entire street looking for such a haven. His brief moment of happiness subsided as he was walking down the street though. He saw bodies, or rather what was left of bodies, sprawled all across the street. Reason number two for finding a place to stay now was so that he could avoid being eaten alive. That did not sound like a fun way to go at all. In fact he was actually pretty horrified by the scene in general and was left completely on edge that more of those undead freaks could jump out at any moment at him.

It was at this moment that he reached what appeared to be a first class hotel. It was as if a giant ray of heavenly light was shining upon it while an immaculate chorus of angels were singing upon his discovery of such a haven. In all actuality it was the back of a motel that seemed pretty cheap anyway, but it was a place, with a bed, that was not made of car seats or duffel bags. Not to mention he was on the exact opposite side of the hotel where the mass amount of mexican prisoner with sword related carnage of teenage demons happened, so nothing looked off about it at all. Granted he had no idea how he was going to go about getting inside until he noticed something. Glass window. Metal Tennis racket. With a bit of clever ingenuity and repeated slamming of tennis racket against window until the window was finally like it "fuck it man," and shattered, leaving a rather sharp entry way for Brandon. As such he jumped into the entryway, cautious of not getting cut up by glass, and then noticed that no one was in the room. Score! He wondered if the rest of the motel was abandoned, but instead he decided it'd just be a fine idea to lay down and start playing tennis with the wall.

 

Decimus Black​

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----- Day: 22 ----- Mood: Pleased/Confused ----- Location: Service House -----​

Breakfast was delicious. The girls insisted on arousing the Mafia leader by playing with their food in an inappropriate manner. Despite their play, they were disappointed when Decimus passed it off and didn’t play with them. After that they ate like normal people. Almost all of the food was gone but a couple waffles and a few bites of eggs. Some maids were buzzed over to the room to take the dishes away soon after the three were done eating. The angel didn’t like to have food hanging around him for very long.

The mistresses had laid down to digest when they had gotten their fill, but gave the maids slight “I’m better than you” looks when the maids came in, though. He didn’t mind being fought over, so he chuckled at their looks. When the crowd left he put his arms around them.

“You girls don’t have to fight over me. You know that you two are the best and I’d never try anything with anyone else.”

Of course, that was a pure lie. He had slept with at least half of the girls in the house, all of which were when the mistresses were gone.

“Ooohh~… You devil, you.~” They said lovingly. “We love you so much.” The women kissed him on the cheeks.

All of a sudden Vince busted into the bedroom breathing heavily.

“Haven’t you any manners!” Decimus scolded.

“Sorry…Boss… It’s an emergency!”

“Well, spit it out! Is it about Tim?”

“No Sir… It’s something much more serious.”

The angel eyed the man suspiciously before turning his attention to the girls.

“We will need some time, ladies. Please go help yourself to anything.”

“Ok Honey. We’ll be back later.” They promptly got up after grabbing their cell phones out of the nightstands. “We’ll be waiting for your call.” The two locked hands and walked out of the room.

Vincent closed and locked the door behind them.

“Well?”

“You need to turn the TV to the news.”

Following the man’s instructions, he changed the channel to what revealed teenagers running around, covered in blood and feasting on human body parts.

“What the hell?...”

“They’re saying something about zombies attacking London.”

“Zombies? Leave me to this.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“And make sure none of this is shown anywhere else in the building.”

The man bowed his head and made an exit.

“What the hell?” He muttered to himself.

 

Sunday, October 13th, 2013 | Day 22: 3/4 | Music | Location: --- | ooc:
❝It is. Flying is more natural then breathing.❞

Do you even need to breathe? probably a dumb question to ask out loud...

❝Alright then. Flying it is. Then stories. Then training. You'll reconnect with your roots soon enough.❞

Bonnie then walked over to him and wrapped her arms around his waist then spoke, ❝Hold on tight.❞

At first he didn't, but then once they took off he clung on tighter. He listened to her giggle and he let one escape as well. In truth, he was terrified, but there was an adrenaline that flying gave him that helped the fear fade away. Even though it was still present. He looked around at the scenery of his grandfather's town and couldn't stop smiling. He didn't have any words to say, and instead he kept on laughing jovially.​

 

The rag tag army was ready to move out, Tyson among them. Some of them were volunteers, and obviously have never held a gun. They entered the city, and everything was unnaturally quiet. It was unsettling to say the least. There were blood steins on the streets and on the buildings as well. Cars were stopped in the middle of the road, a few wrecked into light posts and other cars. Some cars had blood sprayed on the inside of the vehicles. Tyson peaked in the window in one car. The blood prevented him from seeing anything, and the smell prevented him from wanting to see anything.

 

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"BUT IT'S FREEZING HERE," HE PROTESTED. ARIEL RUBBED HIS ARMS BRISKLY AND GABRIEL TOSSED HIM A THICK JACKET.

"Put this on. It should help keep you warm. And here," SHE HANDED HIM A BOTTLE OF WHAT APPEARED TO BE VODKA. "You won't have to worry about being cold."

HE SCOWLED AT HER AND PRODDED THE SPOTS ON HIS BACK WHERE HIS WINGS HAD ONCE BEEN. ARIEL SLIPPED HIS ARMS THROUGH THE SLEEVES OF THE COAT AND SHIFTED HIS GAZE FROM LEFT TO RIGHT, TAKING IN THE SURROUNDINGS. "WHY COULDN'T I BE WITH -- "

"You know why." SHE INTERRUPTED. "You couldn't stay away when you were an angel, so now you will be forced to stay away as a mortal. Are you ready?" SHE ASKED HIM.

HE SHOOK HIS HEAD NO AND UNCAPPED THE VODKA.

"Ariel, I really am sorry. If there was something I could do, but I can't. It's already too late." GABRIEL LOOKED ALMOST TO TEARS.

"IT'S FINE. JUST GET IT OVER WITH GABRIEL. IF I'M GOING TO FORGET EVERYTHING, I'D RATHER IT BE SOONER THAN LATER. I DON'T WANT TO SIT HERE COUNTING THE SECONDS UNTIL MY MEMORY IS GONE." HE SWALLOWED NERVOUSLY AND TOOK A GULP OF THE DRINK. IT BURNED GOING DOWN AND HE FELT SLUGGISH. IF HELL REALLY WAS A FROZEN WASTELAND, ARIEL IMAGINED IT WOULD BE A LOT LIKE THIS PLACE. THIS WAS LIKE, THE COLDEST INHABITED CITY IN THE WORLD -- OUTSIDE OF ANTARCTICA. HE SHIVERED. GABRIEL RAISED HER HAND AND TAPPED HER GLITTERING WHITE WAND TO HIS FOREHEAD.

EVERYONE ELSE WOULD GRADUALLY LOSE THEIR MEMORIES OVER TIME. THEY WOULD FADE AWAY, NOT HIS. ARIEL WAS HAVING HIS RIPPED FROM HIM AS PART OF HIS PUNISHMENT. THE TIP OF THE WAND WAS COLD AGAINST HIS BARE SKIN. THERE WAS NO SUNLIGHT HERE, EVEN THOUGH IT WAS ONLY MIDDAY, BUT HIS GOLDEN HAIR STILL SEEMED TO SHINE AGAINST THE PEARLY WHITE PILES OF SNOW. "Pretty soon you will be just like any other citizen of xxxxxxx." THAT WASN'T VERY COMFORTING. "Goodbye Ariel. Say hello to your new life as ... "

"LEON." HE FINISHED. ARIEL SIGHED DEEPLY AND TOOK ANOTHER PULL OFF OF THE VODKA. JUST AS HE FINISHED SCREWING THE CAP BACK ON, THERE WAS A SHARP PAIN BETWEEN HIS EYES AND IT WAS LIKE HIS ENTIRE LIFE WAS BEING RIPPED OUT OF HIM. HE CAUGHT FLASHES OF EVENTS STREAMING OUT FROM HIS HEAD AND RAPIDLY BEGAN TO FEEL LIGHTER AND LIGHTER. EVERYTHING FADED AWAY.

WHEN GABRIEL FINISHED, SHE WATCHED HIM FOR A LONG TIME. HE COLLAPSED IN THE SNOW, CLUTCHING THE BOTTLE. SHE INHALED DEEPLY AND WRAPPED HERSELF IN HER WINGS. "UR ... -- SUN ..." IT HURT. SHE WAS THE ANGEL OF MESSAGES, NOT PUNISHMENT. SHE DIDN'T ENJOY DOING THESE KINDS OF THINGS TO HER BRETHREN. ARIEL -- NO, LEON -- CLOSED HIS EYES AND PASSED OUT IN THE SNOW. THAT SORT OF THING IS TOO PAINFUL FOR ANY ANGEL TO WITHSTAND. WHEN HE WAKES UP, HE'LL HAVE FORGOTTEN EVERYTHING BUT HIS NAME.

SHE FOLDED HER HANDS TOGETHER AND SAID A SILENT PRAYER. LEON WAS LOCATED JUST OUTSIDE TOWN SO IT WOULDN'T TAKE LONG FOR SOMEONE TO FIND HIM. GABRIEL SHUT HER EYES AND WITH ONE LAST FAREWELL, LEFT EARTH ONCE MORE.

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[/url]With each word he spoke Alistair found it harder to speak, with each mere second Alistair could feel his life drift away from his body. Temeluchas was proving exactly what he said and like a child she began to throw a tantrum at him. She did not leave it be nor did she learn from his words, in the end she proved his point and Alistair could only continue to smile. Soon enough Alistair found his body flung across the room and with dull eyes he stared up at Temeluchas with his smirk never changing. "How pitiful" Alistair said before death finally claimed him. The life of Alistair Grey had come to an end and the time for the next passing had come, but...

"To die like this...no not yet...stand once more!"​

With that mere moment Alistair's eyes opened and a sudden force instantly hit his face. "Damn...don't have to be so demanding" Alistair said quietly. Whether Temeluchas believed he was talking about her or not was her choice but at the moment he did not even pay attention to the girl. When he did hear her words Alistair lazily stared up at her and waved his hand as if he was trying to shoo her away. "Yeah yeah, not trash, Im something, stabbing stabbing, blah blah blah, now tell me is that all you have for me?" Alistair said lazily. He was curious about why exactly she brought him alive, but he felt that it wasn't something to ask in the moment since he had a clue why she did so.

 

"Yeah yeah, not trash, Im something, stabbing stabbing, blah blah blah, now tell me is that all you have for me?"

Lu eyed him incredulously. "You want more?" she asked. Alistair never ceased too surprise her. "That's all for now I suppose." She walked away from him and stood at the bottom of the staircase. She stopped with one hand on the banister. "oh," she added, "You need to hurry up and find that power of yours so that I don't end up killing you every time you make me mad. Chances are, I don't expect this to be the last time." Luu walked back over to him and helped him to his feet. Her finger rested over his heart and her blue eye was fixed on his golden ones. "This is probably going to hurt for awhile. Heart transplants in such a manner aren't usually too pleasant for the recepient." She smiled, clearly pleased with herself, and took careful steps towards the door.

She turned once reaching it. There was really no need for her to use the front door, but sometimes it was fun to pretend she was like the ridiculous humans. In her most mockingly sweet voice she said, "Is there anything from me you would like before I go? Aren't you going to ask me to stay so that we can have a magical night enjoying one another's company?" She bat her dark lashes at him and puckered her lips. Aha. Humans were pathetic. She resisted the urge to --just kidding -- Lu laughed pretty hard at the questions. Even if Alistair did want something from her, odds were pretty low that he would get it.

 

[/url] Alistair couldn't help but chuckle from her mere reaction from his word and merely sat there as he watched her walk off from him and confirm that this was all that that she had in store for him. When she reached the bottom of the stairs Tempy once again began to speak and what she said was absolutely correct. Gaining his powers was number one on his to do list and he knew that getting killed by her was something that was bound to happen again.

Soon enough the girl once again began to walk up the stair and after helping him up the two stared down at each others eyes. Her blue eyes were quite beautiful and he merely stared down at them as she stared back. From what she said it seemed that he now had a heart and it seemed that he only had the girl before him to blame for that.

With a smile the aristocrat put his hands in the red and white suit he wore and merely watched the girl walk off towards the girl who loved to show off. Closing his eyes, Alistair merely chuckled as he shook his head "My my my how naughty of my mistress...do not fret...my love shall be shown soon enough...just be patient my dear..." Alistair said as he raised one hand and brushed one of his bangs to the side. "ah...before you go...do tell me...what kind of a man was the Azrael of the past...he has intrigued me" Alistair asked.