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❖ MAP ❖ OOC ⟡ ✖ ❖ WEARING ❖​

❖ DAY ⟡ 23 ⦙ 1/4 ❖ DATE ⟡ Monday ⦙ October 14, 2013 ❖​

❖LOCATION ⟡ London [Motel] ❖ INTERACTION ⟡ Zadkiel ❖​

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Hana shifted in the bed and felt a tug on her wrist. Blue eyes opened wide and caught sight of the cord wrapped around her. Right. She shifted her gaze to the male form slumped in the corner of the room and she sighed outwardly. Nimbly, she crawled out of bed, careful not to wake anyone, and knelt down in front of him. Hana brushed her bangs out of her face and inspected the wound to his shoulder where she stabbed Luria into him. It seemed to have stopped bleeding, but blood caked his shirt and skin. Some of the fabric was still damp with the sticky red substance. She reached for her bag and slid it beside herself, rifling through it. When she found what she wanted, her pale slender hands pulled out the package of gauze and the salve. It wasn't much -- he should really go to the hospital --, but it was something. There was also a small bottle of peroxide. It would keep his wound from getting infected, not that Luria would ever infect something. Just a safety measure.

She rose to her feet and walked into the bathroom, grabbing the ice bucket to fill with warm water, and a couple of hand towels. This place wasn't great, but it was still supplied with the usual hospitality necessities. Hana turned on the water and filled the bucket halfway. When it was done, she shut off the faucet and carried everything back into the room. Luria was tucked neatly away in his box and she popped it open, pulling the wand out. ❝ Luria, if you could please change into a small knife, that would be wonderful, ❞ she whispered to the glittering wand. There was a small flash of golden light, then her weapon shifted into the shape of a hunting knife. She smiled at her loyal friend. He was an extension of her. No one could use another angel's wand without the device's permission ( and they only ever seemed to give permission to their master ).

Hana pressed the back of her hand to Samuel's forehead. He didn't seem to have a fever and that was good. She checked his pulse at his throat immediately after. Slow and steady. The rhythmic beat of his heart while sleeping made her strangely smile. Even with the dull throbbing at her throat and the dark rings around her neck, she couldn't help it. She held Luria firmly in her hand and began to carefully cut away at his shirt so that she could tend to the wound she created. The shirt parted ways and she leaned over him, sliding the fabric away from the through and through slice to the shoulder. She didn't know much about medical stuff, having never gone to school properly as a human, but she had most likely cut a few tendons or muscle tissue. Samuel wasn't going to have much mobility to his arm for awhile, which was probably a good thing.

She dabbed the towel into the warm water and began to wipe away at the blood on his skin. Hana worked slowly. She didn't want to wake him or anyone, but he would probably come to soon enough with her working on him. She cleaned the front first, then reached carefully over his shoulder to tend to the back. Her long red hair veiled itself around her and tickled her face. She blew at her bangs a few times in annoyance.

Hana picked up the peroxide and grimaced. This was going to wake him. Peroxide burned on open wounds. There was no doubt that he would sleep through it. She had just started pouring the liquid onto a clean cloth when a pounding came at the door. She jumped, startled beyond belief. ❝ Jesus Christ! ❞ she swore. Hana's peroxide covered hand flew to her mouth. She never swore like that. The peroxide spilled all over the floor and she glared at the door, wishing she could telepathically start the person on the other side aflame.

❝ Hello? Is anybody here? I'm a cop! ❞ Uh-oh.

She set the supplied down on the floor in front of Samuel. Wiping her hands off, Hana rose to her feet and begrudgingly untied the cord from around her wrist. The compass on her chest seemed to be burning stronger than ever and she wrapped one hand around it. Hana walked to the door. She couldn't let the officer see the mess inside. It was too suspicious. Her heart hammered in her chest, still in a frenzy from the pounding. She reached for the handle and opened the door just a crack. The compass seemed to be glowing and it hummed loudly with life. ❝ Can I help you offi -- ❞ She stared wide-eyed into the face of the cop on the other side. Carelessly, she let the door open fully, too stunned to stop it. Hana raised one red brow in surprise. ❝ Zadkiel ... ? ❞

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Tyson was about to move onto the next room, but then the door cracked open. A woman cracked the door open. 'Finally somebody.' Tyson thought. He was a little relived that he found someone living. "Can I help you offi --" Her eyes widened at the sight of Tyson. 'Oh this can't be good.' She opened the door fully. First thing Tyson's eyes went to was a man inside tied up and what would seem to be some kind of blade wound. "Zadkiel ... ?" She asked. 'Oh this really isn't good.' Tyson gave her a confused look. "I'm sorry Miss, I'm not Zadkiel. My name is Tyson Malone. But please call me Ty. You should get out of the city Miss. I could help you if you want." Well it was sort of the truth, he hasn't been Zadkiel for centuries.

Hawke rode into work about 30 minutes late. "Hawke, vash pozdno! (Hawke, your late!)" His boss, Anton yelled. His boss looked like the stereotypically Russian man. He was big and intimating looking. "Da, ya znayu . Eto nemnogo , chto nazyvayetsya trafik. (Yeah, I know. It's this little thing called traffic.)" Hawke replied in a uninterested tone. "Vse ravno, u vas yest' paket dlya universiteta postavit'. (Whatever, you've got a package to the University to deliver.)" Anton ordered.

 

❖ MAP ❖ OOC ⟡ ✖ ❖ WEARING ❖
❖ DAY ⟡ 23 ⦙ 1/4 ❖ DATE ⟡ Monday ⦙ October 14, 2013 ❖
❖LOCATION ⟡ London [Motel] ❖ INTERACTION ⟡ Officer Malone ❖

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Zadkiel gave her a confused look. ❝ I'm sorry Miss, I'm not Zadkiel. My name is Tyson Malone. But please call me Ty. You should get out of the city Miss. I could help you if you want. ❞

Hana bit her lip and stepped out of the room. She shut the door behind her after giving one last quick glance inside. She hadn't finished cleaning Sam's wound and everyone else seemed miraculously still asleep. Hana swallowed nervously. The compass was still blazing. There was no mistaking it. ❝ Officer Malone, ❞ she started, ❝ I'm afraid we can't leave yet. There are things to do. ❞ Hana wet her lips and gripped the compass tighter. She glanced around anxiously. They seemed to be alone. ❝ Maybe you should come inside to talk. As you said, it's dangerous out here. ❞

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"No, you don't want to talk to me. Like I said. I'm not Zadkiel, I haven't been for centuries." Tyson didn't know why he was telling her the truth, it's something about her that he feels like he can trust her. "Yes I know about everything. I would love to help you against Lucifer. But I've fell too far. I'm.....working with them." Tyson said with a heavy heart, he obviously didn't like the whole arrangement and regretted it. "I'm sorry for what I've done, and for what I will do. But I don't have a choice in the matter."

 

❖ MAP ❖ OOC ⟡ ✖ ❖ WEARING ❖
❖ DAY ⟡ 23 ⦙ 2/4 ❖ DATE ⟡ Monday ⦙ October 14, 2013 ❖
❖LOCATION ⟡ London [Motel] ❖ INTERACTION ⟡ Officer Malone ❖

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❝ No, you don't want to talk to me. Like I said. I'm not Zadkiel, I haven't been for centuries. ❞ Officer Malone told her. So he did know.

Hana crossed her arms, eying him skeptically.

❝ Yes I know about everything. I would love to help you against Lucifer. But I've fell too far. I'm.....working with them. ❞ Not another one. Zadkiel looked upset about it. Maybe he regretted it. Hana's expression went from shocked horror, to sympathetic rather quickly . ❝ I'm sorry for what I've done, and for what I will do. But I don't have a choice in the matter. ❞

She gave him a pat on the shoulder before glancing around again. ❝ Officer Malone, it's never too late. You always have a choice. Please come inside so we can talk where it's safe. ❞ Hana set one hand on his elbow and gently led him to the door. ❝ My name is Hana, by the way. I don't think I've introduced myself yet. The others inside are just like us, and some of them may be in a similar situation as yourself. ❞ She started to open the door, but hesitated. Hana turned back to look at him, giving Tyson a thoughtful expression. ❝ Do you mind me asking what they have on you? Zadkiel is an Archangel and would not be swayed so easily. ❞

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BRANDON HARRISON:
///Day 23 (2/4)\\\///Sunday October 14th 2013\\\///Location: UK (Motel)\\\///Mood: Leaving?\\\

Brandon awoke that day like it was any...ah who was he kidding, this day was probably one of the weirder ones that he woke up from. Between some random zombie apocalypse, a kidnapping, some team of magical girls and a mexican swordsman, Brandon had a hard time believing any of all that happened last night was actually real. He was still leaning towards it all being some odd fatigue induced hallucination because everything would make waayyy more sense that way. Brandon decided he should probably continue being on his grand journey of epic proportions...only he quite enjoyed sleeping on the bed he was on, much better in comparison to a car and the floor. Granted he was sort of still staying in there illegally but he was feeling too tired to want to leave and to want to go on more questing. He was about to go back into bed when he heard another knocking sound. Clearly not on his door he walked to the door and slightly peered out only to find a policeman there. 'Oh ****.' Brandon was wondering if that policeman had been here for him based off his recent crime streak of unrelenting looting and breaking the window of a motel. Regardless he figured it'd be a good idea to just get out of the place.

He got his duffel bag all set and ready to go, took out his tennis racket and a tennis ball, started dribbling them and went to the door. As soon as he opened the door he completely forgot that he could've left through the window he broke open, but the deed was done and he needed to go on with the adventure of his, and hopefully not get caught by police. Then something happened, something that freaked him out. He looked around and saw the officer at someone else's door only to see him talking to none other than the red haired magical girl from last night. 'What the fuck is going!' He was internally screaming in disbelief that last night had actually happened. He just sort of stood there and stared, holding his tennis ball in his hand now so he wouldn't lose it.

 

She gave him a pat on the shoulder before glancing around again. "Officer Malone, it's never too late. You always have a choice. Please come inside so we can talk where it's safe." Hana set one hand on his elbow and gently led him to the door. 'What? She isn't mad at me?' Tyson followed as she led him to the door. "My name is Hana, by the way. I don't think I've introduced myself yet. The others inside are just like us, and some of them may be in a similar situation as yourself." 'Situations like mine?' She started to open the door, but hesitated. Hana turned back to look at him, giving Tyson a thoughtful expression. "Do you mind me asking what they have on you? Zadkiel is an Archangel and would not be swayed so easily."
Tyson knew this question was coming, but that doesn't make it any easier to answer. "My......Fiancé. She died over month ago. They promised to bring her back." Tyson said with a lot of regret. "I'm probably a whole different animal then the Zadkiel you knew." Tyson looked around outside before he went inside. "Did you hear something?"

 

❖ MAP ❖ OOC ⟡ ✖ ❖ WEARING ❖
❖ DAY ⟡ 23 ⦙ 2/4 ❖ DATE ⟡ Monday ⦙ October 14, 2013 ❖
❖LOCATION ⟡ London [Motel] ❖ INTERACTION ⟡ Officer Malone & Barachiel ❖

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Tyson seemed to hesitate for a moment. Then, as he began to enter the room, he opened up. ❝ My......Fiancé. She died over a month ago. They promised to bring her back. ❞ he told her.

Hana stopped. She stood in the doorway and held firmly onto the doorknob. Her blue eyes seemed to darken and she took a deep breath.

❝ I'm probably a whole different animal then the Zadkiel you knew. ❞ Tyson looked around outside before he went inside. ❝ Did you hear something? ❞

She pressed her lips together into a fine line and her forehead creased. ❝ Officer, they can't bring her back. Whatever they told you is a lie. There's no way to bring her back and if they did -- ❞ Hana's eyes scanned the faces in the motel room before continuing, ❝ She would be in an even worse state than that of the children lying dead in the parking lot. I don't know what they did to them, but it's unnatural and so is bringing back your fiancé. ❞ Hana back stepped out the door. She had heard something and she needed to make sure more of those kids weren't coming. She pulled her hair into a low hanging bun and looked around.

There. Standing a few doors down, was a boy close in age to Hay Sun and herself. He seemed to have been watching them. The compass had only calmed down for a minute while she was talking to Zadkiel, but it seemed to spark with life once more. This is Mexico all over again, she told herself. Hana studied the boy. He had gray - blond hair and glasses. When their eyes met, it was clear he hadn't expected to be caught. His eyes were a steely gray while hers a vibrant blue. She pointed to him, and motioned for him to approach. Two Archangels in one morning? What were the odds? ❝ Barachiel, ❞ she breathed out softly. ❝ Hey you, come over here. I know you've been watching. I felt your presence last night too. ❞ It was true. She had been too distracted to really notice it during all the fighting, but it had been there.

He was wielding some sort of sports equipment -- tennis racket. Ah! She really needed to keep up with mortal leisure activities better. Often times she would forget that they were well past the days of broom ball or hoop stick -- not the point. Hana didn't move from her spot in front of the door. She kept one hand on the frame so that Tyson wouldn't leave and her eyes were focused intently on the teenager.

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BRANDON HARRISON:
///Day 23 (2/4)\\\///Sunday October 14th 2013\\\///Location: UK (Motel)\\\///Mood: Nervous would be an understatement\\\

Brandon had indeed made eye contact with the girl and had indeed just sort of stood there watching them, but for some reason it didn't click in his brain that he would get found out or thought of as strange or something. So when the red haired magical girl told him to go over there he sort of was taken a bit aback. He looked around a bit at first just to make sure no one else was being talked to, but didn't see anyone else. Regardless he still just stood there slightly confused. She had apparently sensed him last night which didn't calm him down any at all. It was like his theory of her being a magical girl was just being further cemented.

He began to walk over to where she was, as she had told him to, but was shaking each step along the way. He had no idea what was going on and no idea of what was going to happen to him. He felt like last night might've been one of those things in like a movie, where it's a commonplace occurrence in the world it's just some sort of superpower constantly takes care of it behind the scenes so no one really ever knows that it's happening. As such he was expecting one of two scenarios to go down. Either A) get his memory of the night before completely erased, or B) just get fucking killed. Neither of which sounded optimal to Brandon but it wasn't like he could run away or anything. She was probably faster than him, especially given his current fatigue, and even if he could outrun her, she could still "sense" where he was and he'd never truly get away.

Eventually he made it to the red haired girl and stood there, quaking a little. He didn't know exactly what to do in this scenario other than panic, but that would've probably ended horribly for him. Not to mention there was a police officer there, who given his hidden magical superpower crime solving force theory, it wouldn't be wise to rule out that some law enforcers knew about it either. Afterall you can't really be an underground organization without some sort of connection to the "above ground" ones. "Uh, um, y-yeah l-last night, I um, yeah I saw that. Zombies everywhere, and um, magic swords girls and uh, um Brandon's my name hi." That went way better than Brandon thought it could've, all things considered.

 

"Unnatural! So getting hit by a drunk driver going 70 is natural to you! No they.....they....argh." Some part of Tyson knew they were telling him only what he wanted to hear, but sometimes it's easier to believe the lies that you want to believe then the cold hard truth.
"Barachiel? The angel of lightning? He's not one of yours?" Another fallen here in London, Tyson could only imagine why there's so many here. He came to Tyson and Hana very nervous. "Uh, um, y-yeah l-last night, I um, yeah I saw that. Zombies everywhere, and um, magic swords girls and uh, um Brandon's my name hi." 'Did he just say magic swords girls? What the hell did I miss here?' "Hi Brandon, I'm Officer Malone. Are you ok? Are you hurt?"

 

❖ MAP ❖ OOC ⟡ ✖ ❖ WEARING ❖
❖ DAY ⟡ 23 ⦙ 2/4 ❖ DATE ⟡ Monday ⦙ October 14, 2013 ❖
❖ LOCATION ⟡ London [Motel] ❖ INTERACTION ⟡ Brandon ❖

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❝ Unnatural! So getting hit by a drunk driver going 70 is natural to you! No they.....they....argh. ❞ He sounded angry too... Hana shook her head. He didn't get it, did he? Her death is sad and tragic, but bringing her back to life would only destroy her further. ❝ Barachiel? The angel of lightning? He's not one of yours? ❞

❝ That is correct. ❞ she told him. Hana watched as Barachiel walked over to her. He was trembling and for a second she thought he might run. That wouldn't end well. She was in no mood to chase someone and it wouldn't make her look good as one of the good guys. After what seemed like much too long a time, he came to a stop in front of her, still shaking.

❝ Uh, um, y-yeah l-last night, I um, yeah I saw that. Zombies everywhere, and um, magic swords girls and uh, um Brandon's my name hi. ❞ he told her.

He was definitely terrified and had full right to be. Hana pressed her lips together, choosing her words carefully. She didn't want to startle him. Everyone else was able to be spoken to before having to witness anything quite so dramatic. Brandon did not have the same luxury. ❝ Brandon, ❞ she started slowly, ❝ My name is Hana. I'm not going to lie to you about what you saw last night, but I am going to say this: I'm here to help. ❞ She gave him a reassuring smile. It would be better to try and build some trust with him before dropping the bombshell she had. Plus, she needed to get back to Sam's shoulder right away.

❝ Hi Brandon, I'm Officer Malone. Are you ok? Are you hurt? ❞ Tyson piped in.

Hana had some follow up questions.❝ It must have been pretty shocking. They didn't attack you did they? Are you hungry? You like famished. ❞

She stepped out of the doorway and motioned for him to join them inside as well. ❝ We have a little fridge in the corner with leftover take-out, along with some sandwich fixings. Feel free to help yourself. Everyone else should be waking up now, so don't worry about the noise. ❞ Hana tossed them an annoyed glance over her shoulder and let her blue - eyed gaze fall on the tied up body in the corner. ❝ You must have so many questions. I'll gladly answer them for you. ❞ She turned to face Tyson. ❝ You too Officer Malone. Brandon here doesn't really know what's going on, unlike the rest of us, so maybe it would be good for everyone to receive a recap. ❞ She shut the door behind them and moved in front of Sam's body, sitting cross - legged on the floor.

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Danel cracked his knuckles as he strolled the streets of Italy. He wasn't quite ready for the backlash he was about to receive in regards to the last two days. Samuel hadn't delivered. He told Xathanael about what was going on -- as somewhat expected --, and the dumb ******* was tied up and under watch. Danel had assured Lucifer that things would be tended to and had set that deadline. Now he was going to have to do it himself. Where was the fun in that?​

He came to a stop outside of some sort of brothel. This guy Decimus Black had built up quite a name for himself. It would be interesting. Danel contemplated to which manner he wanted to go about it. Should he noticeably walk in through the front door, or pop in under concealment and hide until he found the one he was looking for? Well, it was always fun to make an entrance. His salt and pepper wings shimmered out of sight and he sucked in a deep breath. Raising Hell. Aha! This would be fun. Maybe he could score a couple whores while he was at it. Eh ... Maybe not. He may like to play dirty, but he didn't like the pathetic human girls that were dirt mongrels. The memory of taunting Cassandra in the mortuary flashed through his mind and a small chuckle escaped him.

Danel stretched out his arms before pushing the door effortlessly open. A smug grin played across his lips and cocked his right eyebrow as he surveyed the inside. It was dark, with corridors leading off in every direction. Dim lighting filtered through dark draperies, creating a chilling ambiance. People actually enjoyed this? He shrugged. When a small brunette with amber eyes came out from behind one of the curtains, she stopped in front of him. She was scantily dressed and her makeup was smeared. She had probably just finished with a client not long ago. The woman smiled at him and he narrowed his brown eyes at her. "Cerco Decimo nero. Go! Prenderlo per me." Danel shooed he away and she scowled before heading off down the hall.​

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BRANDON HARRISON:
///Day 23 (2/4)\\\///Sunday October 14th 2013\\\///Location: UK (Motel)\\\///Mood: No longer registers on the Richter Scale\\\

As Brandon got there the police officer introduced himself as Officer Malone and asked if he was hurt, to which Brandon simply shook his head no. His attention was directed towards the redhead as she spoke.

❝ My name is Hana. I'm not going to lie to you about what you saw last night, but I am going to say this: I'm here to help. ❞

He thought it was obvious she'd say something along those lines. Any sort of secret organization type thing would say something along them being the good guys...unless they were completely bat shit insane and blatantly evil. Regardless he kept listening.

❝ Are you okay? It must have been pretty shocking. They didn't attack you did they? ❞

"Um, yeah I guess I am. Two- no, three of those zombies did come out of nowhere and tried to maul my face off, but I did manage to get away from them."

❝ Are you hungry? You like famished.❞

Brandon thought on this for awhile. It was true that after living off of basically snack food and sports drinks for the past two days, and not even being that well fed during the whole freak electrical storm he hadn't exactly been the most well fed individual. And as if on cue, his stomach started to growl signifying that he was hungry. True it was a major no no to take food from strangers, especially ones that have super magic powers and swords. But usual judgements were clouded by hunger and the sheer absurdity of the situation he was put in. "Yeah, yeah I kind of am. Th-thank you." He followed her into the room along with Officer Malone. He sort of just went into the fridge and pulled out a sandwich and instantly devoured it. Not wanting to take anymore out of politeness, he sat down on the floor opposite of Hana. "So guess I'll just go with the elephant in the room kind of question. What were uh, with the zombies and the swords and the invisibility powers?"

 

Samuel Riviera
DAY: 23 - 2/4 | DATE: October 14th, 2013 [Monday] | LOCATION: Motel in London, England

He slowly opened his eyes. Pain shot through his entire body, coming from his shoulder. That's right, that woman had stabbed him in the shoulder and knocked him out. And now he was tied up, slumped over in a corner of the room. His breathing was a little ragged as his head hung down. After opening his tired eyes, he lifted his head slightly to look in front of him. That woman had decided to take a seat in front of him, doing whatever the hell it was she was doing. However, he noticed that there were other people in the room. Strangers that had somehow gotten in. That woman must've let 'em in. More angels? Great...

"Who the fuck are you?" Sam spoke weakly, somewhat in a daze. His head was spinning a little, but for the most part, he was fine. Minus the wound in his shoulder. In any case, he tried to figure out what reason there could be for them to even be in this place. The pain prevented any such progress. Although he did enjoy the feeling of pain, it didn't let him concentrate on anything else. He tried to ignore the woman sitting in front of him, but he couldn't ignore her when she was right in front of him.

"And what the fuck do you want? Why didn't you just kill me? Are you..." He paused for a little bit. "Do you still think there is good in me?" A pained look was on his face. It hurt for him to even say that much. He sighed. "Just... Just stop already..."

 

Hana picked up the bottle of spilled peroxide and began her process anew. Brandon ate a sandwich quickly and she took the time to gather her thoughts.

"So guess I'll just go with the elephant in the room kind of question. What were uh, with the zombies and the swords and the invisibility powers?" Brandon asked when he was done eating. She figured he would ask something along those lines.

She nodded to herself and spoke with her back to him, focused on Sam's shoulder. "I'm not exactly sure what is going on with those ' zombie ' children, as you put it. As for the other things -- "

Samuel began to stir. "Who the **** are you?"

Hana sighed and rolled her eyes. "Samuel, this is Brandon and Officer Malone." She replied curtly.

"And what the **** do you want? Why didn't you just kill me? Are you..." Samuel paused for a little bit. Someone was crabby. "Do you still think there is good in me?" A pained look was on his face. He sighed. "Just... Just stop already..."

She was in no mood for this behavior. "Samuel!" She snapped. Hana's blue eyes were piercing as they bore directly into his. "If you were too blind to see, we were in the middle of a conversation. It's rude to interrupt," she chided him. "If you must know, I wasn't going to let you be proven right. Last night you said all of your life cycles end in horrific death. I wanted to show you it doesn't have to be that way. You just need a bit of compassion. Plus, i see it this way: now we're even. My neck for your shoulder." She pointed to the ring of dark bruises around her throat. " Now if you don't mind ... " Hana pressed the towel soaked in peroxide firmly against his open wound. "How is your head? I must have struck it pretty hard." She asked him softly. Her tone was more tender and caring now.

Her back was still to the newcomers. Hana continued to tend to Sam's wounds while she began to speak. "Brandon, what you witnessed last night was a battle of fallen angels. I'm not going to sugar coat it. You are one too. Barachiel. In time the name will become familiar to you. The invisibility power is one of my specialties. That's why you could only see me doing it. As fallen angels our powers are very weak, but i am able to do it because it is my strength. We all have those ' magic swords. '"

She leaned over Samuel, her hair falling off her shouldersand brushing against him. Hana smeared some salve over the wound and began to bandage it up. She tucked a lock of red hair behind her ear and sighed.

 

Samuel Riviera
DAY: 23 - 2/4 | DATE: October 14th, 2013 [Monday] | LOCATION: Motel in London, England

The woman sighed and rolled her eyes. "Samuel, this is Brandon and Officer Malone," she replied curtly. That kind of answers his question. Kind of. It doesn't help much, since it was just names.

She was in no mood for this behavior. "Samuel!" She snapped. Her blue eyes were piercing as they bore directly into his. "If you were too blind to see, we were in the middle of a conversation. It's rude to interrupt," she chided him. "If you must know, I wasn't going to let you be proven right. Last night you said all of your life cycles end in horrific death. I wanted to show you it doesn't have to be that way. You just need a bit of compassion. Plus, I see it this way: Now we're even. My neck for your shoulder." She pointed to the ring of dark bruises around her throat. He let out a dismissive grunt. "Now if you don't mind..." She pressed the towel soaked in peroxide firmly against his open wound. Sam yelped in pain from the sudden, powerful stinging in his shoulder. "How is your head? I must have struck it pretty hard." She asked him softly. Her tone was more tender and caring now. How laughable.

"You'd have to cut my head off to keep me down, woman," he said with a smug tone in his voice. His voice was still weak.

Her back was still to the newcomers. She continued to tend to his wounds while she began to speak. "Brandon, what you witnessed last night was a battle of fallen angels. I'm not going to sugar coat it. You are one too. Barachiel. In time the name will become familiar to you. The invisibility power is one of my specialties. That's why you could only see me doing it. As fallen angels our powers are very weak, but i am able to do it because it is my strength. We all have those 'magic swords.' "

She leaned over Sam, her hair falling off her shoulders and brushing against him. The woman smeared some salve over the wound and began to bandage it up. It hurt for a little bit as she bandaged it. She tucked a lock of red hair behind her ear and sighed. He thought about what she said. Compassion, huh? What a load. How would that change how I die? All of his dreams pretty much told him that he ended up dead through some horrific end. How could compassion change that? It didn't matter. He just leaned back against the wall and sat there to see what would happen next.

 

Tyson glared at Samuel. He recognized him from when he was on the news a while back after escaping prison. "Interesting company you keep Hana." Tyson decided not to bring up the part about Samuel being a escape convict, no need to overwhelm Brandon anymore then he needs be. "Yeah, the powers we have are pretty cool Brandon. But they hurt like a son of a ***** when you use 'em." Tyson glanced over at Hana. "Um, pardon my French." Tyson's mother always hammered in that he should act all proper and gentlemen like when around women, no matter who the woman is. "But once you get used to them the headaches and such aren't that bad. Annoying but not that bad. Granted I've only used telekinesis. But as for the swords, that's new to me...wait do I get a sword?" Tyson was slightly geeking out over the prospect of getting a special super angel sword.

 

Decimus Black

----- Day: 23 ----- Mood: Confused ----- Location: Service House -----

Decimus had woken up with a brutal headache. Surprisingly, after the events in the night before, he was in the master bedroom. One of his mistresses was dabbing his forehead lightly with a warm, damp cloth. He didn’t care much for their company right now, but he couldn’t help it. They both smiled and said good morning to him as he managed to sit up.

It was around 12:30, a little late to be rushing the girls in the other rooms to get to closing up their appointments.

Oh well, better late than never.

The angel reached over to a button that was on the wall near the nightstand. When it was pushed a yellow light would appear in the rooms above the door. This meant “finish things up and get the client out within the next half hour. Bathe after. Breakfast next. Be ready for day customers in your nice attire. Open the curtains.” Of course, none of them would have done this unless he pressed that button, so they didn’t really notice if he was late or not.

“Make sure that the clients are all cleared out by one and the girls on the way to the bathing area,” he said to the two women tending him. One thing he hated was lingering clients.

“Of course love. We’ll get right to it. Are you sure you’re OK, though?”

“Yes, yes. I’ll be fine. You know how I run things.”

“Yes, love.” They exited and closed the doors.

His head was groggy and he felt like he just wanted to sleep for a week. Seeing that guy really-

Wait. That guy from last night. I recognized him…

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Maribelle exited her room on the first floor five minutes after seeing the yellow light. The customer had already finished their morning romp so they had just been relaxing. She explained their procedures to him and he just shrugged as he got up with a grunt. They were usually like that. Her makeup was smeared, but it didn’t matter. She would get all made up for the day clients soon. A man was standing in the hallway when she made her way out of the room. With a soft voice she said hello and smiled. However, she was not greeted in the same manner.

“Cerco Decimo nero. Go! Prenderlo per me.” He commanded with a scowl.

The girl had cringed in fear but scowled at him for scowling at her as she ran off towards the bedroom to find her master.

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Someone broke into the room into a hurried manner and startled Decimus out of his thoughts. He grew angry at who was now recognized as Maribelle.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing woman!” He scolded.

“I-I’m sorry, Sir! But there is a man downstairs that wishes to see you!”

“Well, ****. I thought that I would have today to recover.” His train of thought got lost again, but he noticed the girl still in the room. “Well?! What are you still doing here?! Go get ready like I instructed!”

“Y-yes Sir!” She scrambled to her feet and dashed out of the room. The girl went back to the mysterious man almost in tears. “H-he’ll be right with you.” Her feet then continued to make their way to the bathing quarters.

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After a quick bathroom break and some Advil, the fallen angel got to putting on his white button-up shirt outfit. He wasn’t in the mood to get dressed in the fancy Victorian outfit he usually wore while he was in the service house.

As he exited the room he closed the doors behind him. The way to the front was short, but for the first time it seemed to drag on a long way. Girls were starting to escape their rooms and cluster into groups to get to the baths. Lots of them were in their underwear and carrying towels. The man could now be seen about ten feet away, a few girls were dashing between them with soap bars. He approached slowly after a couple of feet more, not sure if this was some guy who had a grudge against him.

“Why hellooo…oo?” His voice dragged off as he squinted slightly at the man.

What the hell? He looks familiar, too.

A pain shot up in his left temple and he ground his teeth and closed his eyes as his left hand flew up towards the pain.

 

BRANDON HARRISON:
///Day 23 (3/4)\\\///Sunday October 14th 2013\\\///Location: UK (Motel)\\\///Mood: Oh okay...wait what?\\\

Oh okay so they were all just fallen angels, he was apparently one named Barachiel, and were just having a bit of in fighting yesterday. Also they all apparently got magic swords, could use telekinesis, and each had their own unique power to them. Brandon sat there taking all that in calmly until he realized that she just said was incredibly out of this world and just sounded plain crazy. First off Brandon had no idea who the hell...er, heaven Barachiel was or what his special power or something would be. Secondly the fact that they were fallen angels sounded pretty ludicrous. He had always assumed fallen angels had like black wings or some shit and were like evil or something. These people just seemed like normal people, albeit with super powers. Maybe The Fallen was just some sort of name of their super human agency and they were all given like angel nicknames or something. That sounded way more plausible, probably just as insane but it still seemed to make more sense to him. He continued to scratch his head and mull over what he was just told.

He didn't really know where to go and the super pissed brooding man with a stab wound in his shoulder was not helping him lessen the whole oddity of the situation any more. He was seriously at a loss as of what he should say, since the entire situation seemed to just be plain weird. Regardless he finally did think of a follow up question in his confusion. "So I'd assume that everyone else some alternate name and alternate power of some sort?"

 

Hana thoroughly inspected her patch job and frowned. She should have given him stitches. The lacerations weren't going to heal properly without them. She pressed her fingertips firmly around the outside of the cuts and proodded at the front.

"Interesting company you keep Hana." Tyson noted.

"Mm. I suppopse so," she mumbled in reply, only half lilstening. Her concentration was pretty set on Samuel's shoulder.

"Yeah, the powers we have are pretty cool Brandon. But they hurt like a son of a ***** when you use 'em." Tyson explained to the teenager. "Um, pardon my French."

"No matter." she told him. "They really don't hurt that bad once you practice enough."

"Once you get used to them the headaches and such aren't that bad. Annoying but not that bad. Granted I've only used telekinesis. But as for the swords, that's new to me...wait do I get a sword?" More questions.

Hana turned to face the pair of them. She tied the cord back around her wrist and gave Samuel a look.

"So I'd assume that everyone else some alternate name and alternate power of some sort?" Brandon finally asked when it seemed like Officer Malone was done with his interrogation.

She nodded. "Yes. Everyone gets a sword. Both of yours are kept safely secured in a storage unit downtown. And yes Brandon, everyone has a second name and some sort of special power. Hana is short for Xathanael. It means The Hidden One. Which is why unlike everyone else, I can still use my glamour to conceal myself. The brute behind me is Samuel. He's the Dark Angel Abaddon. The Angel of Destruction. You are Barachiel -- The Archangel of Lightning. This little device right here," she tapped the compass hanging from her bruised neck, "Was given to me byb Gabriel. It tells me when other angels are near. That's how I could immediately tell that you were what you are. Then, once you came closer, I could see who you are. I haven't lost my sight, so I'm able to easily identify each and every one of you." It really did sound crazy. She would never get used to telling everyone these things.

Hana needed a break. Someone else could take charge for a little while. It was tiresome. She patted Samuel's knee and looked up at Tyson. "Sam here has been naughty, so he's on time out. Officer Malone, I believe it's time you told me what it is they asked you to do. I'll have you know, that if you've come to kidnap Azazel as well, I won't let you leave here as you came." She shot Sam a look beside her and grinned cheerfully, even being as tired as she was. "Please take a seat. We need help, but I'm not a fan of betrayers."

 

Samuel Riviera
DAY: 23 - 3/4 | DATE: October 14th, 2013 [Monday] | LOCATION: Motel in London, England

The woman thoroughly inspected her patch job and frowned. She pressed her fingertips firmly around the outside of the cuts and prodded at the front. Her prodding caused him more pain, though it seemed like she was enjoying that part of it.

"Interesting company you keep Hana." The Officer noted.

"Mm. I suppopse so," she mumbled in reply. Her concentration was pretty set on Sam's shoulder.

"Yeah, the powers we have are pretty cool Brandon. But they hurt like a son of a bitch when you use 'em." The Officer explained to the teenager. "Um, pardon my French."

"No matter," she told him. "They really don't hurt that bad once you practice enough."

"Once you get used to them the headaches and such aren't that bad. Annoying but not that bad. Granted I've only used telekinesis. But as for the swords, that's new to me...wait do I get a sword?" This guy and his questions.

She had turned to face the pair of them. She tied the cord back around her wrist and gave Samuel a look. Scathing.

"So I'd assume that everyone else some alternate name and alternate power of some sort?" Brandon finally asked when it seemed like Officer Malone was done with his interrogation.

She nodded. "Yes. Everyone gets a sword. Both of yours are kept safely secured in a storage unit downtown. And yes Brandon, everyone has a second name and some sort of special power. Hana is short for Xathanael. It means The Hidden One. Which is why unlike everyone else, I can still use my glamour to conceal myself. The brute behind me is Samuel. He's the Dark Angel Abaddon. The Angel of Destruction. You are Barachiel -- The Archangel of Lightning. This little device right here," she tapped the compass hanging from her bruised neck, "Was given to me by Gabriel. It tells me when other angels are near. That's how I could immediately tell that you were what you are. Then, once you came closer, I could see who you are. I haven't lost my sight, so I'm able to easily identify each and every one of you."

She patted Sam's knee and looked up at the Officer. "Sam here has been naughty, so he's on time out. Officer Malone, I believe it's time you told me what it is they asked you to do. I'll have you know, that if you've come to kidnap Azazel as well, I won't let you leave here as you came." She shot Sam a look beside her and grinned cheerfully, even being as tired as she was. Talking as if he were a child. She was so funny. "Please take a seat. We need help, but I'm not a fan of betrayers."

Sam chuckled a little bit. "What... So Chicken Wings went to see him too, huh?" He kept laughing. "A cop... working for those guys. Oh that's rich!" The thought of it made him laugh. A person who is supposed to be a goody two-shoes on the same side as a person who had been sitting in prison. What a laugh riot! "Let me just tell you though: Taking the girl will end badly for you." He shot a smug look at the woman before looking back at the Officer. "There are two people here who could completely and utterly destroy your ass if you even tried. Well, three if you count me." Sam coughed a little bit from all of the laughing he had been doing. "Just look at how I ended up." He smiled weakly as he leaned back against the wall. The cord was a little tight, though he liked the feeling of it.