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Wednesday, October 16th, 2013 | Day 25: 3/4 | Music | Location: --- | ooc:​

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❝ Are you okay you little thing? Adam didn't mean to hurt you, he's just becoming stronger than he realizes. ❞​

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Adam turned his head to see Bonnie petting Rubbish, and she was then looking at him, ❝ I'm quite proud of how well you're doing in such a short time period. ❞​

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Adam was cutting himself another piece of pancake and bringing it to his mouth so he could eat it, when Bonnie grabbed the fork from him and ate the piece. He chuckled slightly and pointed to the spare plate of pancakes he had, "If you are hungry I made extra pancakes in case you wanted any."​

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She put the utensil back on the plate and wrapped her arms around his shoulders and kissed him on the cheek and spoke, ❝ Would you like to start a little later today and do something else until the afternoon? Or, get back to the training as soon as you finish breakfast? I'm sorry if it seems like I've been pushing you really hard. I just want you to be the exceptional leader I know you can be. ❞​

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Adam scratched the back of his head and replied, "No don't be sorry, I get it." he stopped scratching his head and continued, "What else is there anyway? You took me flying and told me stories. Last I remembered, training and those two things were the only things on the agenda, but go ahead and surprise me with whatever the something else might be."​

 

Decimus Black​

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----- Day: 25 ----- Mood: Joyful ----- Location: Service House ----- Interaction -----​

It was around five thirty in the afternoon and the men and women of the house started to close up for the night. A fall-themed masquerade for the new arrivals was being prepared in the main hall. Decimus was dressed in an elegant suit with a fennec fox mask. The men all wore different versions of rabbit and wolf masks with their Venetian suits, and the women wore varieties of masks adorned with all sorts of feathers along with their dresses. Events such as these only happened on very special days. Some of the customers wished to stay, but got the red flag.

Israfil made his way to the bathing area. As soon as he entered he could see the three women being treated to a bath by some women of the house. They were groggy and had lazy movements.

Good. This will make it easier on me.

About five minutes went by and the girls were taken out of the tubs to be dried and prepared for the night’s festivities. Hay sun had a bruise on her back from when the henchman hit her with the butt of his gun when she resisted getting in the tub. It was a silly move, which made the fallen angel smirk in amusement.

A girl appeared from around the corner with a tray. There were orange, red, yellow, and green paints along with glitter and brushes. She was a great artist, and did make up for the girls when special events happened.

Cassandra was brought up first while the other two were sat down on the floor. It took a couple of the girls to drag her groggy body over, but it was no big deal.

With the dip of the brush into the orange paint, the artist set to work. Large, elegant leaves of orange with yellow shadings covered Cassandra’s shoulders and vines crawled their way up the front of her legs. A sort of panty was created out of leaves and loose leaves that seemed to float downward spotted her abdomen and arms. A leaf covered her left eye and each of her exposed nipples. The rest of her was nude.

Hana was next. The markings and procedure was the same, but her leaves were yellow with red shading and her nipples were exposed. She also had her right eye adorned with a leaf.

Hay Sun was last. Like Hana, she was lacking coverage in the chest area as well, but her leaves were red with orange shading. A leaf was not present on either of her eyes.

This continued exposure was part of their conditioning.

“I’m all done,” the artist said as she made sure all the paint on Hay Sun was dry.

“Very good. You’ve done a fine job, as always. Be free to wear the fish mask, as a thank you for your work.”

Her eyes grew wide. “Oh!~ I sure do love that mask.~” With a skip to her step she made her way to prepare for the upcoming festivities.

The dark angel’s attention turned to the maids that were still in the room. “All of you, take the girls to the seat circle in the middle of the room. Sit them a few feet apart. When you are done, make sure that everyone is ready, especially the orchestra. Their area should be designated on the second floor, we don’t want any mishaps.”

“Yes, sir. Right away.” They grabbed Hana, Hay Sun, and Cassandra and took them to where they would be for a good part of the night. The sedative made sure that they won’t do much.

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Decimus had one mistress on each side of him - each with a white peacock mask - as they stood at the top of the stairs.

“Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. Tonight, we celebrate the addition of three girls to our happy family. Be merry, drink, and eat to your heart’s desire. Make note, though, that any behaviors that I see to be less than desired will be met with punishment. Wolves, rabbits, birds, and fish alike, I welcome you to the festivities in our Venetian Wonderland.”

Music started to play and Decimus, along with his two women, descended to join in the fun.




OOC:
Fennec Fox Mask: http://merimask.deviantart.com/gallery/?offset=48#/art/Venetian-Fennec-Fox-Mask-V2-340355514?_sid=13dfe1e8
Rabbit Mask (one version): http://merimask.deviantart.com/gallery/?offset=48#/art/March-Of-Time-Hare-version-3-341484938?_sid=16754cd3
Wolf Mask (one version): http://merimask.deviantart.com/gallery/?offset=48#/art/Autumn-Leaf-Wolf-V1-327752875?_sid=7a18489b
Fish Mask: http://merimask.deviantart.com/gallery/#/art/Iridescent-Fighting-Fish-Leather-Mask-370821022?_sid=4768b9da

You guys can imagine the rest xP

 

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Richard glared at his mystery opponent, who was just standing there, not moving at all. It was one thing to be challenged. It was another thing when Richard felt like accepting the challenge. And it was an even bigger thing when he had the urge to continue with the challenge after the results were already clear. It was obvious Richard wasn't going to win, in anyway shape or form. At least not today. But something about this opponent made Richard want, or even need, to beat him. It was pissing him off, and he knew he couldn't back away. Richard got back into his en garde position to fight this man. The man, following suite, took his stance, drawing his blade once more.​

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ROUND 2​

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Richard blew off the non-existent line once more with his opponent, just as last time, not moving. Richard feinted right and then came left. The mystery man, however, was having none of that. Not even reacting to the feint, he parried the blade away with minimal effort. Richard started retreating when the man carelessly waved his blade around giving Richard the attack once more. This was one thing Richard hated about this man. His complete and utter overconfidence in his abilities. Richard needed to get a touch on his opponent and show him up. However offense was proving quite fruitless so he gave the attack back to the man. Sighing, the opponent, reluctantly took a step forward. Searching for the blade of the opponent Richard was attempting a pris de faire on his opponent, but the opponent wasn't having any of that either. With slow advances, the opponent beat away Richards blade at any given moment. The opponent lunged forward at an insane speed and stopped his blade before making any contact, meaning the match was still going on. However Richard was pissed at this act of pity and beat the blade to the side. Richard took a lunge at his opponent completely confident he was going to get the touch when suddenly the opponent did something insane. He retreated, fast enough to avoid the blade. That didn't seem humanly possible to Richard. Once in full extension, the opponent beat the blade away and slashed through Richard. No harm seemed to come to Richard at all and the opponent was just staring an unamused look at Richard. Before walking over and taking another en garde stance he mouthed something to Richard. A single word.

Weak.

 

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❖ MAP ❖ OOC ⟡ ✖ ❖ WEARING ❖​

❖ DAY ⟡ 25 ⦙ 3/4 ❖ DATE ⟡ Wednesday ⦙ October 16, 2013 ❖​

❖ LOCATION ⟡ Rome [???] ❖ INTERACTION ⟡ Hay Sun & Cassie ❖​

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Hana mashed her lips together and draped one arm over her chest. This was wrong, all wrong. She crossed her legs and shifted her blue eyes back and forth between Hay Sun and Cassandra. They were on display. This was disgusting. She never understood how humans could treat another in such a manner. Well, this was a bit different given the fact that Decimus Black was not any ordinary human. Her image flickered in and out of sight because of the drug. She couldn't focus or control her powers. She felt lethargic. Her mind was cloudy, and all motion of her limbs took a considerate amount of effort.

Her head lulled to the side and she rested her eyes on Hay Sun. The three of them were all displayed in a similar manner, with varying differences. Music played loudly and chatter filled the room. There were people everywhere dressed for the party and in masks. They hadn't been restrained, but they also stood no chance of running out of there. The drug and the sheer number of people accounted for that. ❝ Hay - Hay Sun. Hay Sun, ❞ she whispered as loudly as she could. Hana wanted the French - Korean to hear her, but the other noises made being quiet difficult. ❝ Can you ... can you wor - work your fire ... at all? ❞ This was getting out of hand. Hana had never felt so out of her own control before.

She bit down on her lip and began to slide from the chair. Hana grabbed the sides and righted herself before returning to conceal her body as best she could. These stupid leaves and vines were utter bullhonky. The body painting, although done exceptionally well, just felt like it was adding insult to injury. Conditioning. Where was everyone else? They couldn't keep them. They would get free no matter what. Hana would take Samuel choking her into unconsciousness over this any day. Samuel. She sighed. Everything seemed so hopeless.

❝ He's one of us, ❞ she told the both of them. Hana wasn't sure if they could even hear her, but she said it. They needed to know. They were unsafe regardless, but with him being a fallen angel, that just put them in a lot more trouble. Her eyelids closed as she blocked out the world. If she couldn't see them, then they couldn't see her. It was actually a logical possibility. Hana could walk the both of them right out the door if it wasn't for the sedative. She just needed a little time for it to wear off and stop clouding her mind so much.

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W E A R I N G ✖ W R I T I N G ✖ M U S I C
MOOD ※ IRATE ✖ DAY 25 ※ 3/4 ✖ DATE ※ 10/16/2013 ✖ LOCATION ※ UNKNOWN
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Red had irked Hay Sun with her laughter, but there wasn't much of a chance to reply when other things began to happen. It wasn't like she fucking knew in the first place about them never really having that ability in the first place. She made a mental note to chew the soulless ginger out later. There was a thought; freeing herself from the bonds by raising her body temperature to ridiculous degrees that would burn anything.

Some fucking annoying douche had started laughing and talking to them, and revealed that they were drugged; it would explain why she felt so sluggish, but it was a little odd that she wasn't terribly effected. Was she supposed to be grateful? This situation was looking more ****** by the second.

❝You're a rowdy one. It'll be fun to break you.❞ Goosebumps grew on her skin as foreign fingers ghosted over her neck. She almost, almost, almost tilted her head down to bite them off. The blindfold was removed. Breaking her? What a fucking joke. Like anyone could break her, the Judge of souls entering Paradise – if anything, it was the complete opposite. What a fucking laugh.

The door of the dark room slid open and Hay Sun blinked her pale eyes a few times to adjust to the light. When she could see well enough, there were people . . . watching them. Jesus Christ. What a bunch of fucking perverts – and she thought Sam was bad. Disgusting, hungry faces met her eyes and their disgusting smiles. Some of them would have been attractive if the situation was more desirable, and she'd even be willing to fuck a few of them to get out of this place, but hell, being trapped was not how she wanted this to go down.

Red started with slurred words and Hay Sun couldn't help but roll her eyes when the redhead looked her way. Was that supposed to intimidate them? If only she could let loose. These bastards would fucking regret ever being born. When Cass began to cry, it yanked at Hay Sun's rarely-used heartstrings and she sighed heavily. C'mon you guys, pull your shit together . . . Fucking hell, this was awful.

❝Pull your shit together, ladies.❞ she said to the both of them, though the drugs had made her speech just a little incoherent, which was annoying as hell. Fire lit, quite literally, in Hay Sun's eyes when she saw the son of a bitch move towards Cass, and she watched, helpless, as he . . . Oh. Pulled out a handkerchief and dabbed at her face.

❝Don't worry no harm will come to you.❞ He said some other stuff to her, but she wasn't quite listening.

She laughed, cold and harsh, ❝Well aren't you just a fucking saint.❞ she practically spat at him, though it wasn't as threatening as she wanted it to be. Hopefully the glowing-eyes effect would kick in or something. When she heard they were going to be stripped naked, it was even worse. Hay Sun wasn't ashamed of her body, not by any means, but this voyeurism, perverted shit wasn't flying well with her, not against her consent.

The piece of shit left the room. Ugh, why was this happening . . .

Soon enough, it was time for them to be stripped. They had better not get those dirty. Hay Sun thought to herself as they practically yanked her underwear off. She tried to headbutt one of them, but instead received a somewhat painful hit to the back and she winced, biting the inside of her cheer to keep the sound from escaping. I'm going to kick your ass. she silently seethed.

After a bunch of other stuff happened, and they were painted naked, which was fucked up and ticklish, and then moved to another room, again, a speech was given about a goddamned Venetian Wonderland that could suck her fat fucking cock that she would fuck these bastards in the ass so hard with when she was free of this bullshit. Now they were on public display.

. . . Even the music was ******! Okay, she was lying, it brought her some solace actually. For the most part, she had her eyes closed, letting the music kind of relax her as much as it could in a situation like this, but a voice, an almost distant one, seemed intent on pulling her out of it.

❝Hay - Hay Sun. Hay Sun,❞ She snapped her eyes opened and they flashed threateningly until she realized it was Red talking to her, ❝Can you . . . Can you wor - work your fire . . . at all?❞

Hay Sun blinked, and then began to speak in French, ❝You can understand this language, right? I can't seem to speak proper English right now, so you'll have to deal with it if you can.❞ she replied slowly, precisely.

❝He's one of us.❞

. . . Was she talking about the fucking piece of shit who had them in this situation? 'Us' or not, Hay Sun was going to wring his neck with her bare hands when she could. Trying to cool off, she played with her fingers while trying to warm them and produce some kind of flame that was conspicuous and difficult to see. ❝I can manage something, yeah.❞ she eventually replied, again, in French. ❝Tell me what to do. I will pull it off somehow.❞​

 

Decimus Black​

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----- Day: 25 ----- Mood: Curious ----- Location: Service House ----- Interaction: Hana -----​

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As Decimus danced he glanced over at the three girls in the middle of the room. The read-headed one had managed to move over to the feisty one. What were they planning? He had to find out.

With a motion of his hand, two men came up beside him. One was slim and had a silver and orange rabbit mask, and the other was bigger with a white wolf mask that had gold leaves. The fallen angel removed the half cape from the Rabbit and led them to the girls. He put the cape on Hana. The slimmer male put his jacket around Cassandra, despite all the glitter. With another motion of his hand, an elegant mask with red lace and orange feathers was brought to him. He handed it off to the bigger male, who put it on Hay Sun.

When the girls were ready, they were each taken to dance with each male on opposite sides of the dancing area where they could hardly see each other. The bigger man was chosen for Hay Sun due to the fact that he could take Hay Sun down if she tried anything. The slimmer man was chosen for Cassandra because he was less intimidating, and she was as scared as could be. Hana, of course, belonged to Decimus. He had to know what they were plotting.

They didn’t do anything too fancy with the girls. Doing the wrong thing at the wrong time could hurt them because of the drugs. It was mostly just simple steps back and forth with slight turning.

He looked at Hana through the Fennec mask.

“So, what are you planning? Don’t think that I can’t see you three conspiring. You have something up your sleeve or something?”

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“Do you like the decorations?” asked the Rabbit towards Cassandra. “We try as hard as we can to make it feel and look like a real Venetian Ball.” He buttoned up a couple of the buttons on the jacket so the girl wouldn’t feel too exposed. His hands took hand and hip as he swayed her gently to dance. “Don’t worry, we all had to go through this.” His green eyes had a sort of sadness to them as he looked at Cassandra through the rabbit mask. “We don’t mean to hurt you. We just follow orders from the boss. I used to be really shy like you.” Rabbit trailed off for a little bit. “Oh, I’m sorry. My name is Tristan,” he smiled.

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“So, I hear that you’re a rowdy girl,” said the Wolf to Hay Sun. “I think that that is a great trait for a woman to have. It gives her spunk and a wild spirit.” His hands handled her drugged body by the hand and waist. “I hope you like the music. We try to have the best band whenever we have a special event going on. I also hope that you like the mask. I think that it looks real good on you, too.” He seemed to hesitate at this last part as he looked at the violin players. “It’s a silly name, but my name is Tiberius. What’s yours?”

 

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ROUND 3​

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Richard was not fond of the man before him at all. All he did was continuously look down upon Richard like he was some inferior being. Richard got back into his en garde position. He knew this man was totally going to kick his ass for the third time, but he needed to get at least one touch off on him before he could accept all those other defeats. He needed to make sure that this tormenting mystery opponent knew that he was not a man to trifle with when got serious. And Richard was deadly serious right now. The mystery man, still in en garde just waved his blade, giving up the attack before either really did anything. Richard was dead set on winning this bout so much so that he didn't really notice something about what he was doing.

Richard started moving faster than he had ever before, though not to an extreme degree, and his mind was trying to process all his different moves possible. The man continued to stand there not really caring about this increase and stuck his blade out. Richard knew that the man wasn't going to do anything just as he hadn't before. This man thought too highly of himself to react to Richard until the last moment possible. Richard went in, his blade now covered in some white fiery mist, and beat the man's blade away. The man seemed a tad surprised by this but simply retreated at an inhumanly fast speed, making Richard miss his attack. Despite that the mystery man waved his blade again and gave the attack back to Richard, prompting the now deadly serious man to come at him full force. With his white mist flame coated blade he went for another beat against the man's blade. His expression was turned into that of pure shock when the blades connected. The man's blade didn't move and inch from the force of Richard's blade. Simply mouthing, "no good" the mystery man deflected his blade away with relative ease and slashed Richard through the torso. Just as last time no actual damage was done or felt, and the man had disappeared once more.

Once Round 3 was over Richard fell on the ground. He felt extremely exhausted for some reason. Way more than he should be given what he's been doing. His blade was no longer covered in whatever the hell it had been before. He was panting and sweating bullets before he stood himself back up. The man was standing a good distance away from Richard, blade still out, and giving him a disappointed look. Richard wanted to beat this man so badly. He felt as though this was a match unlike any other he had in the past. Recomposing himself Richard got ready for Round 4.

 

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❖ MAP ❖ OOC ⟡ ✖ ❖ WEARING ❖​

❖ DAY ⟡ 25 ⦙ 3/4 ❖ DATE ⟡ Wednesday ⦙ October 16, 2013 ❖​

❖ LOCATION ⟡ Rome [???] ❖ INTERACTION ⟡ Hay Sun & Decimus ❖​

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Hana pressed her lips together and opened her eyes, trying her best to focus on Hay Sun from her seat. They had decided upon speaking in French so that none of these Italian fools would understand them. ❝ I can manage something, yeah. ❞ Hay Sun eventually replied, again, in French. ❝ Tell me what to do. I will pull it off somehow. ❞

She tried to think through the haze and settled on one very important word. ❝ Distraction. ❞

Before anything else could happen, a couple of large men approached them. One of the men took Cassandra, and the other took Hay Sun. They started to dance the two girls away and Decimus came for Hana. She scowled at the man. His vile fingers were touching her bare skin again as he pulled her to her feet. This was utterly degrading -- him dancing her around naked. When they get free, she would cut those hands off. His breath tickled her neck and she wanted to vomit all over him.

He looked at Hana through his ridiculous Fennec fox mask.. ❝ So, what are you planning? Don’t think that I can’t see you three conspiring. You have something up your sleeve or something? ❞

Was he serious? She wouldn't tell him, no matter how drugged she was. He had to be out of his mind to think she might actually share that information with him. Hana shook her head, red hair moving back and forth. It tickled her back and for once she was thankful for the length of it. The cherry red locks could conceal her front when this atrocity of a dance was over. ❝ Nothing, ❞ she managed through the haze. ❝ You'll get nothing. ❞

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Samuel Riviera
DAY: 25 - 3/4 | DATE: October 16th, 2013 [Wednesday] | LOCATION: Somewhere near the Motel ==> Alistair's Private Jet heading towards Norway

The fight with the zombies wasn't too exciting after all. A slice here, a slash there, and it was completely over and done with. How boring. At any rate, Mr. Smooth Criminal introduced himself as Alistair Grey, not that Sam would remember that. More importantly, after having a rather brief chat initiated by the kid bluntly asking if he was an angel, they found out that he was and that he was a wealthy aristocrat. How extremely convenient. The girl tried to explain the situation in full, though she stammered through most of it. After seemingly thinking on it a few moments, he agreed to go with them out of boredom.

They decided to go to the storage unit to get Mr. Smooth Criminal his sword. While they were at it, they decided to get all of the swords that were there. It would be convenient for them to have the swords with them so that they could hand them to the angels that they encountered. Figuring out which one they were would take some doing without Red, but it would be mostly trial and error. Fortunately for them, Moneybags knew which angel he was himself. Saved them a whole lot of trouble of trying to figure out which one was his.

After picking up all of the swords, Mr. Smooth Criminal decided to invite them onto his private jet. The dude had his own private jet. Finding this guy was probably the luckiest thing that has happened to them so far. Now they could fly around the world without worrying about paying for tickets and the like. He suggested they go to Norway since he knows of another fallen angel that is there. Even better. Although, Sam did question how he knew this other guy was an angel. It didn't matter, he decided, since this would save them time trying to find this person. After everyone in their group got into the plane, they were off.

 

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Danel stood in the middle of the party, surveying the area. He wore an ornate golden owl mask to conceal his identity from Israfil. He shoved his hands in the front pockets of his dress pants and leaned against the wall like an enigma. Scores of people danced and laughed to the sweet sounds of the Venetian music. He didn't have time for all of their frivolities. His dark brown eyes land on the painted naked form of short purple - haired woman dancing uncomfortably with a man. Bingo. Danel scowled at Cassandra's hair. She looked better with it long. It had been long when they grabbed them yesterday. This was unacceptable.

He began to stalk his way across the dance floor to her. Lu, you remember the plan, right?

Of course I fucking do. I'm already ready. What's taking you so long?

Danel rolled his eyes and came to a stop beside the couple in question. Starting now.

Whatever.

He twisted the ring off his finger and stuffed it in his front pocket before tapping the man on the shoulder. "Mind if I cut in?" he asked in perfect Italian. The man looked ready to protest, but Danel gave him a look through the eyes holes of the mask and he seemed to enter a trance - like state and released Cassandra. Danel took one of her hands and placed the other on her hip. He leaned in close and whispered her name in her ear. Danel winked from behind the mask.

FREEZE.

The dancers froze in place. The music fell silent. Danel released Cassandra and lifted the owl mask so that she could see his face. He gave her an appreciative once - over before snapping his fingers. A floor - length sweetheart gown covered her body. The filigree of painted leaves and vines stuck out from the top. "That's better. Cassandra, look at me." He gave her a sincere expression and lifted her chin with his finger. The mist wrapped around her and absorbed the sedative. He needed her cognitive. "Hey," he brushed her hair out of her face and pursed his lips. "You look much better with long hair, not that this short thing is necessarily bad."

"I'm here to help you," he told her. "I've been informed that I can free you, and the other two, if you can help me first." Danel took her hand and traced his thumb over her knuckles. "Hana has information that the Morning Star needs. And, if you can get her to share it with you, I've been granted the ability to send all three of you home. You don't have to be subjected to this foul behavior." He kissed her knuckles lightly before dropping her hand. "What do you say?"

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Lu, you remember the plan, right? Danel's voice sounded in her head.

Of course I fucking do. I'm already ready. What's taking you so long? She asked him. How dare he even insinuate that she may not be aware of the plan. His doubt in her abilities was really starting to piss her off to no end.

Starting now. It was about fucking time.

Whatever, she groaned. Time to lay the cards out on the table for the little fucking goodie babies. Lu checked her reflection in the bathroom mirror of Alistair's jet. Never fucking listens. Whatever. They may appreciate the fact that he was flying them around, but they would be wary to trust the man after she finished here.

Temeluchas was wearing the same outfit -- sans blood -- that she had shown up on Henrik's porch in. She flicked the ribbon bound pigtails over her shoulder and slid up the sleeves on the dark blue cashmere sweater. The skirt's pleats were in pristine condition and it would be impossible to tell that she had at one point ripped a chunk of Araquiel's arm off. She smiled darkly at her reflection before turning to the door. Her bandages were secured firmly around her face and forearm. Her miniature wings protruded out the back of her sweater and strips of gauze hung from the feathers. Her fingers laced around the knob and the door flew off the hinges, hitting the wall across the very small hallway. "Oops," she giggled.

Lu stepped out into the cabin where the other six fallen angels sat. "Good evening fools," she greeted cheerily. Her blue - eyed gaze landed on Alistair and she smirked. "Alistair, why didn't you tell me we had company?" She took one step forward and was suddenly seated in his lap. "Honestly, I'm quite surprised you're all flying so soon after what I did to your last plane ... " She let that snippet of information hang in the air. Her smug grin fell on Tyson and she held out her hand in front of her face, checking her talon nails. "Why hello there officer. Aren't you supposed to be out impregnating whores for me? Or do you not want your precious fiance's soul that badly?" Lu giggled and clasped her hands together in her lap. She leaned back into Alistair's chest and flicked her gaze between Samuel, Joslyn, Brandon, and Shane.

"My, my. This is such a peculiar bunch. Did Alistair forget to mention that he's my pet? Oh, by the way," she angled her head upwards to face him. "I'll be needing you in three days, so please so go straying to far from home." There was a hint of a threat on the word home, but she turned quickly back to Samuel, still smiling. "Abaddon, you look so out of place with this bunch. You should really join us. You would never have to worry about controlling those urges of yours. You could destroy whatever you want without consequence." She gave him an encouraging smile. Her arms stretched out high overhead and she wrapped them around Alistair's neck behind her, locking her wrists together. "So, who wants to play a game?"

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[/url] In the end this entire trip proved to be the greatest decision that Alistair had ever made. The cute little stuttering girl began to inform him of their situation and Alistair was intrigued by this. To say it wouldn't hurt to go with them, would be a flat out lie, but regardless of this Alistair willingly decided to join them in order to relieve his boredom.

From what was told it seemed they were going to gather some of the other angels, but first it seemed they had another destination. Before he knew it he was at a strange storage room and soon enough he obtained a blade just like the others. This blade was a strange, but familiar one, one that felt like it filled a void deep inside.. Glancing down at the blade Alistair closed his eyes with a smirk, and soon enough they were off in his plane.

If angels were who they were after then maybe they would appreciate a visit to Henrik. Whether the man was willing to leave his wife or not was an issue, but it was their issue regardless. With that the group proceeded to Norway and away from the ghoul infected London. Staring out the window, Alistair held a glass of wine in hand, but the sudden crash off his door flying off caused the aristocrat to merely sigh "oh boy...what am I going to do with these angels..." Alistair muttered silently with a smile. He had a guess who it was and soon enough his guess was proven right.

Before he knew it the girl soon began to sit on his lap as if she was his lover or something...how amusing. With wine in hand, Alistair merely closed his eyes with a non changing smile as he sat there and listened to her talk. He told no lies and whether the others would trust him or not was up to them, he really didn't care. The girl began to speak to him about how she needed him to stay home, but Alistair merely looked down at her face before closing his eyes and giving her the usual smile he would give her. Soon enough, she began to speak to the one named Abaddon and the fact that the angel of destruction sat before him was intriguing. For now Alistair enjoyed the little play his mistress was playing at. "I will warn you my little lady here has a strange fetish for pain....the estacy she feels from it is quite cute....but a life without risk is dull so why not play for a bit?" Alistair said calmly with his eyes closed and a calm smile.

 

The whole flying in a private jet was new to Shane, as it probably was for everyone else inside. Well everyone except Alistair for clear reasons. Still, this was a pleasant and convenient surprise for them. Maybe this would actually be a lasting good thing for them.

"Good evening fools,"

The sudden cheerful voice came as a surprise, but actually seeing where the voice came from was a different matter. Just who exactly was this girl.The fact that she knew Alistair was also puzzling.

"Honestly, I'm quite surprised you're all flying so soon after what I did to your last plane ... "

She was the one who cause the plane crash?! Now this was just perfect. Not only were they again flying, but the source of the last crash was standing right in front of them.

"So, who wants to play a game?"

"Just what kind of game?" He asked.

"I will warn you my little lady here has a strange fetish for pain....the estacy she feels from it is quite cute....but a life without risk is dull so why not play for a bit?"

Well, that was an interesting little fact to know about this girl. Which only gave him more doubts about whatever this game that she had in mind was.

 

BRANDON HARRISON:
///Day 25 (3/4)\\\///Wednesday October 16th 2013\\\///Location: I'M ON A PLANE\\\///Mood: Well Shit\\\

Brandon was totally hyped about this angel of death being on their side. Why? Because he had a fucking private jet that's why. Like that was super hype an all. Before that though they had to get this angel of death, Alistair's, sword. Then a brilliant idea struck them. Why not take...all the swords with them. That way they could find out which angel was which aannnnnddd give them their swords there. It was a perfect plan with absolutely no flaws that any of the people who decided on it could think of. No way it could ever possibly backfire and blow up in their face. None whatsoever.

After all was said and done the motley crew then got on the private jet and were off to Norway to find some guy named Heinrik. Brandon thought it was going to be so awesome. He rarely flew, in actuality, and was totally thrilled at the idea of having an airship to take them everywhere and anywhere...that is until shit went down on an astronomical level. The door literally flew open and in came a person. A young looking girl who had some pretty tiny wings. He was pretty startled by this and if not for the fact that she looked like she was about to kill them all he would probably even say that she looked a bit...cute. But the fact of the matter was she knew Alistair and even referred to him as her pet, which in turn made Brandon think of Alistair in dog form for a short bit.

"So, who wants to play a game?" Brandon thought on this for a bit. Games did sound fun and usually were...except for fucking twister, who invented that body contorting piece of shit game? Also given the situation they were in he was pretty sure that this was in no way going to be fun for anyone but her. Alistair's comment on her personality helped reinforce that as well. Brandon scratched his head a bit, though keeping both of his sleeves covering his arms, on what to do. Saying either yes or no both had an equal amount of probability to get them all killed. After a bit of thinking and not really caring what kind of game it was going to be he said, "well I'm sure whatever you want to play is fun, but do you want to play Tennis instead?"

 

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---Date: Wednesday, October 16th, 2013 ---Day: 25 | 3/4 --- Interaction: Trisan/Danel --- City: Rome --- OOC: - - -​

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The whole situation was a nightmare, but Cassandra had long stopped crying at this point. She was just too dazed to even try. Her headaches were gone, but the lights in the room at this... masquerade, were causing everything to be blurry. Cassandra figured out before the drugs kicked in that she had gotten a concussion at some point, but it didn't matter, the sedative was actually helping keep that pain from occurring, if there was anything good at all coming from the scenario.​

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❝ He's one of us, ❞​

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Cassandra stared at Hana trying to figure this comment out, then she realized it had something to do with the man who seemed to be leading everything. She was intent on listening, but all of a sudden they started speaking in fluent French and Cassandra stared at them with a look that screamed I don't understand you... I want to know what is going on...​

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Suddenly they were all taken away, she was given a jacket that covered her, not as much as she was hoping, but was happy for some amount of coverage, but this dancing thing was not working for her.​

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“Do you like the decorations? We try as hard as we can to make it feel and look like a real Venetian Ball.”​

Cassandra looked around for the hell of it, then she turned back to him and spoke, "It looks like one but feels nothing like one."​

“Don’t worry, we all had to go through this. We don’t mean to hurt you. We just follow orders from the boss. I used to be really shy like you.”​

I'm not shy I am freaking the hell out.​

“Oh, I’m sorry. My name is Tristan.”​

Cassandra put on this over-exaggerated sarcastic grin and spoke almost viciously, "Well heEllo."​

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"Mind if I cut in?"​

Yes I do mind​

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Cassandra turned quick enough to see another man in a mask cut Tristan off, and he looked angry, but then the man in the mask grabbed her hand then placed a hand on her hip, and leaned forward and whispered her name.​

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Then everything froze.​

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Cassandra watched as the man took off the mask, and saw Danel's face. She took a step back almost instinctively and noticed him pretty much enjoy the view, which pissed her off and she sluggishly went to cover herself when she noticed she was put in a floor length ball gown.​

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"That's better. Cassandra, look at me."​

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He lifted her chin with a finger and then noticed the sedative wear off. Which only made her grab her head because the concussive pain was back, not at full force at least.​

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"Hey, you look much better with long hair, not that this short thing is necessarily bad."​

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"Hi nice to see you again, thank you so much for bringing up such an important topic. It was so life threatening that I needed to know it..." Cassandra shot a glare as she dropped her head from her hand. She did end up adding, "Thanks for the dress though..."​

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"I'm here to help you,"​

I don't believe you​

"I've been informed that I can free you, and the other two, if you can help me first." ​

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Cassandra stopped glaring, and looked at him with a normal expression, "I'm listening..."​

"Hana has information that the Morning Star needs. And, if you can get her to share it with you, I've been granted the ability to send all three of you home. You don't have to be subjected to this foul behavior."​

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Damn...​

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She already heard Hana mention Lucifer as Morning Star, it was in their first conversation at Lillian's house. So this meant that Lucifer needed information from Hana, and knowing that much made her realize it wasn't something small like a phone number or something.​

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"What do you say?"​

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Cassandra closed her eyes for a moment or so to try and think through the headache. She didn't want to betray Hana, but she didn't want to see all three of them stuck like this. Would there be another way to get out of there? Did she even have to hold up this deal in the end? Would they get out before she found out this information? She doubted that one, would a dark angel really let someone get out of a place of capture before they held up their end of a bargain? Maybe if the situation called for them to be out of there...​

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Cassandra opened up her eyes and answered, "You think that a situation like this would make me want to betray Hana like that?" You aren't wrong to think that...​

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Cassandra had shut her eyes. She was clearly in pain. Danel sighed. She opened her eyes again as she began to answer. "You think that a situation like this would make me want to betray Hana like that?"

A light chuckle slipped out and he smirked. "I know. You're a smart woman Cassandra. You're also scared -- as anyone would be. Without my help, there's no way the three of you will make it out. Your friends or whatever you want to call them have no idea where you are. You're not even in the same country anymore. Did you stop to think of that possibility?" He pressed a finger to her forehead and mist coiled his hand. It began to ease the pain there and he patted her cheek lightly. "You may be loyal to these people, but look at you. Look at them." He swept his arm across the ballroom and pointed first to Hay Sun, then to Hana. "Do you see how easily I could take the three of you away from here? I could bring you to safety as easily as Temeluchas brought you here." He wasn't going to mention the fact that it was his plan. That would have an adverse affect.

Danel sighed and looked at her with concern. "All you have to do is find out a location. We need to know where Leviathan's cell is. It's simple. You get it out of here and I will be here immediately to whisk you away." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small turquoise stone. Danel held his palm out to her with the stone resting delicately on top. "Just crush this stone and it will bring me straight to you. Then you'll be free." His smile was sad but encouraging. Cassandra would do it. She could easily see what would happen if she didn't. "Well?" he asked.

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---Date: Wednesday, October 16th, 2013 ---Day: 25 | 4/4 --- Interaction: Danel --- City: Rome --- OOC: - - -​

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"I know. You're a smart woman Cassandra. You're also scared -- as anyone would be. Without my help, there's no way the three of you will make it out. Your friends or whatever you want to call them have no idea where you are. You're not even in the same country anymore. Did you stop to think of that possibility?"​

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She felt him touch her head and the headache left her. She assumed the best from that, she didn't appreciate having that concussion at all.​

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"You may be loyal to these people, but look at you. Look at them."​

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Cassandra did not want to look where he pointed, but she did anyway, and looked at Hana and Hay Sun. She felt terrible looking at them the way they were, and knew that they probably felt terrible being looked at. She felt terrible being looked at, so she assumed as much.​

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"Do you see how easily I could take the three of you away from here? I could bring you to safety as easily as Temeluchas brought you here." ​

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Cassandra looked back over at Danel, so someone named Temeluchas brought them here? Cassandra could believe it was another dark angel, but why would Danel even say the name? Did he have some form of hatred towards her? Maybe he just wanted to get a name in her head to blame it on... it worked, but she had a feeling it wasn't just this one person... or, one angel.​

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"All you have to do is find out a location. We need to know where Leviathan's cell is. It's simple. You get it out of here and I will be here immediately to whisk you away."​

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Cassandra did not recognize the name, although she committed it to memory. How the hell was she supposed to get Hana to even bring up the subject?​

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"Just crush this stone and it will bring me straight to you. Then you'll be free... well?"​

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He managed to convince her though, she wasn't sure how she would get this done, but she would.​

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Cassandra picked up the stone from the palm of his hand, "Fine... I'll do it..."​

"Good, I will see you soon."​

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Cassandra watched as Danel disappeared into the black mist, she felt her dress disappear as he did though, and gripped it as though she didn't want it gone. Then she realized the stone in her hand. Where the hell was it going to go? If she was naked there was no way in hell she could hide it in a pocket.​

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Cassandra took a deep breath and quickly stuffed the pebble into her left ear as far as she could put it, with a capability of being able to reach and get it out of there and hoped it secured tight enough. Whatever permanent damage was done to her ear she was willing to take. Her right ear worked better anyway. ​

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She just hoped she would never fall on her side and crush the rock in her ear. That would not work out so well.​

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When she noticed she was in the jacket again with Tristan having her dance, time had just unfrozen. She refused to look up at the man again. She couldn't show how she wasn't drugged anymore, she felt it gone still from her. Did it ever wear off and they had to drug them again? She hoped it wasn't anytime soon.​

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Cassandra looked over to Hana and the man dancing with her, who she still did not know the name of, and she closed her eyes and looked away. ​

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Even if you don't forgive me, we'd be better out of here...​

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"Just what kind of game?" came the voice of Ambriel. Wise boy. That was a proper question to ask.

Her lips parted for her to speak. "Well --"

Lu could feel vibration behind her as Alistair began to speak. She glanced up at him, and then scowled. "I will warn you my little lady here has a strange fetish for pain....the ecstasy she feels from it is quite cute....but a life without risk is dull so why not play for a bit?" Tch. Jerk. He smiled and shut his eyes. She wanted to gouge them out. There was nothing cute about her. She dug a sharp nail into his back where no one could see, before returning her gaze to the others with a bright smile on her face. She didn't take kindly to interruptions.

"Well I'm sure whatever you want to play is fun, but do you want to play Tennis instead?" Her blue eye flicked to Barachiel and she knit her brows together. Tennis?

"What? Is that supposed to be a joke?" Lu's sense of humor was limited to really only finding her own words and actions funny. Anyone else was just being annoying. "We are not going to play tennis." she seethed. She unhooked her arms from around Alistair's neck, licking off the bead of blood that trickled down her nail from his back and snapped her fingers. One of the bandages hanging from her wing flew across the plane to wrap around Barachiel's mouth. This way, he could no longer make stupid comments. She really had a low tolerance for idiocy today.

Before anyone else come make some rude or dumb comment, she held up one finger to silence them. "It's a trivia game. Harmless really." She shot Alistair a fiery glare, then looked back at the others as if her smile never left. "Who wants to go first?"

There was a moment of silence where they all looked rather uncomfortable, then, finally, Abaddon lifted his head to meet her gaze. "I will."

Lu nodded her head and gave her sweetest most chipper voice she could muster as she smiled at him. "Do you think I'm pretty?" she asked with her head cocked to the side. Temeluchas immediately remembered the responses she received from Zadkiel and Azrael. She cocked her elbow back into Alistair's ribcage to keep him quite and shot a glare at Tyson.

Samuel took a minute to respond. "Sure. You're pretty. Let me just add a couple more bandages so you look even prettier."

Her head snapped up and fire glowed in her eyes. Mist swirled at her feet and she had to forcefully restrain herself from lunging across the aisle and ripping his vocal cords out. "Wrong. Answer." She said curtly between gritted teeth. "Who's next?" she asked in a shrill voice, taking her eyes off Samuel. The rest of them looked uncomfortable now. Her roaming gaze stopped on Joslyn and she smirked. "Azazel, your turn." The pale girl with white hair did not look pleased by this news. "The blood in the compass around your neck is from what angel?"

That seemed to startle the young girl. "Wh-wh-what? The-there's blood in this thing!?"

Temeluchas seemed pleased with herself. "Yes. I'm guessing you don't have an answer then?"

"I... I don't..." Joslyn replied sheepishly.

"Zero for two." She turned on Alistair's lap and wrapped her hands around the back of his neck so that she was easily facing him without falling off. "Your turn, puppet." She smirked. "There are how many of us Dark Angels actively working right now?"

Alistair looked thoughtful. "Come now, you go around prancing around in your medows of blood while keeping us in the dark...obviously there is more than just you and Danel...hmmm but if Im to make a wild guess then might as well go with three or four..."

Lu scowled. Cheating bastard. "Which is it? Three. Or four?"

"Picky picky....alright lets go with the ignorant answer and stick with 3."

She pressed her lips together so tightly that they turned white. Temeluchas narrowed her eyes at him and glared menacingly. "Oh well, looks like I win." Lu rose to her feet and walked wistfully down the aisle. Her smile was bright and filled with smuggness. Mist circled at her feet and coiled around her bare legs. "I'll tell you what, since I'm nice person and like to play fair, I'll give you a chance to make it up to me for losing." She stopped walking and rested her hands on the backs of two chairs. Her smile landed on Joslyn as her vision tunneled. "If the girl comes with me, I'll tell you where to find the other three. No tricks." She made an X over her heart and waited.

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W E A R I N G ✖ W R I T I N G ✖ M U S I C
MOOD ※ IRATE ✖ DAY 25 ※ 3/4 ✖ DATE ※ 10/16/2013 ✖ LOCATION ※ ROME, ITALY
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Still not able to move quite as freely as she wanted to, a critical, cautious eye turned on the approaching group of men, who then put accessories on them. Red got a cape, Cass got a jacket, and she got a mask. She didn't care for it, but at least Red and Cass were covered . . . kind of.

When they were done, the three of them were separated, and Hay Sun was handed off to the largest of the asswipes. She coughed a laugh; did they think this big lug could really restrain her once she got her bearings again? Man, this room was full of dumbasses. She glanced over to Red and Cass to see if they were okay so far.

A distraction . . . she thought to herself, barely paying attention to her forced partner. From her mind's eye, she took in the whole of the ballroom. The orchestra pit, the buffet, the setup of dining tables, and the area where they were all dancing. Colorful, velvet curtains waterfell down the walls and in between the tall pillars that held the room up. Cloth is flammable. Hay Sun blinked. She would need a few minutes of mental and physical preparation.

❝So, I hear that you're a rowdy girl,❞ Hay Sun wrenched her neck to look up at her taller, larger partner, ❝I think that that is a great trait for a woman to have. It gives her spunk and a wild spirit.❞

From under the mask, Hay Sun raised an eyebrow and gave him a look that read Are you serious. His hands laid against her bare, painted skin and she sighed, wanting to chop them off. He continued to talk, and she just couldn't believe this guy. What was he being nice to her for? Flirting, even. she wanted to shred his tongue and rip out his vocal cords so that he could stop being a fake asshole. Tiberius, he said his name was.

She rolled her eyes. ❝Mickey.❞ she replied curtly, taking a few deep breaths. Just a little while longer . . . She didn't want to talk to him, so she simply closed her eyes and let him lead. Her mind traveled elsewhere, to someone who she actually liked a lot more. Hay Sun felt bitter at that situation, and bitter towards both Gabriel and Micheal to the point where she wanted to riot. Fucking Pretty Boy being her knight in shining armor, not that he could ever stop following her around, not even when she was in Paradise as a male herself, or throughout the other lives she had led as both sexes.

Where had they cast him, she wondered? She had promised herself that when, or even before, this was all over, she would find him and beat the living shit out of him for having no damned sense. She also wanted to take a whack at Lucifer, that stupid idiot . . . She counted how many times the two of them had fought in the past and how many times he had killed her. Her first nightmare of each rebirth after a death by his hands was always how he killed her. Lucy had put her through a lot of shit over the millennia, safe to say.

. . . She sighed. She hated the lot of them, but at the end of the day, they were all family. Can't choose your family.

After the extensive amount of thought, Hay Sun opened her pale eyes once more, feeling ready enough. She gave no forewarning to anyone, but her eyes focused on the left side of the room that she was currently facing, and her body temperature began to rise until she could feel the singe of her partner's skin, and then fwip. Some of the curtains were suddenly on fire. She almost felt bad because they were close to the orchestra and all of those precious instruments would be ruined, but they would add fuel.

People began to start panicking and people were already moving to contain the fire. Uriel wasn't having that. She stumbled over to a table and placed her hands on it, then moved away. For a moment, nothing seemed to happen, and then it spontaneously combusted. She did the same to a few other tables as well, but no one seemed to be paying attention to her in their wracked panic.

Weaving through the crowd, Hay Sun haphazardly made her way over to Red, pulling her to the side and gripping her hand tightly. Through the thickening haze of the smoke, she strained her eyes to find Cass, and when she did, she piggy-backed naked Red and basically samba'd her way over to the other girl as fast as she could ( lolnotreally ), and when she reached Cass, she shoved her partner away and then dragged both girls to a more secluded area of the set-on-fire room.

❝There's your distraction,❞ Hay Sun said over the ruckus of chaos around them, ❝Now what? We seriously need to get out of here. I can stop the fire whenever I want, but it's our only cover.❞ And yes, only she could stop this fire, considering it was her own making and glowed a strange teal color.​

 

Decimus Black​

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----- Day: 25 ----- Mood: Livid ----- Location: Service House ----- Interaction -----​

All of a sudden the curtains near the orchestra caught fire. Hana was thrown to the ground as Decimus turned to see. The people in the orchestra had fled within seconds, only the metal seats and the basses and cellos remained in that area. The sprinklers had gone off in the building, showering everyone inside. Men of the house opened panels in the walls to reveal a few fire hoses that had been stored there while the women tried to store away flammable objects. With no time to lose, they opened fire on the blazing curtains. The fire was only half subdued, and glowed a teal color.

Confusion and curiosity filled the fallen angel as he stared into the mesmerizing light.

This isn’t any normal fire…

His gaze turned to Hana as he picked out what her plan was. Before he could grab her wrist she was snatched up by Hay Sun and taken away. Rage filled him as his hands turned into fists and his grey eyes glowed intensely. He started to make his way towards the girls.

BOOM!

A table exploded near him, killing two of the girls running around in fright.

F-CK! He thought to himself angrily.

Wood from the table had splintered and torn some of his shirt and pants, even stabbing him in certain areas. Israfil didn’t even feel it. He was too enraged to feel anything besides that hatred. The fallen angel continued his march towards the girls. A handgun was produced from his jacket and he shot Hay Sun in the thigh. When he got to them he grabbed Hana’s throat with one hand and Hay Sun’s in the other. The angel in him started to surface as he lifted both of the girls off of the floor and went through the front door.

“You think you’re funny?!” He huffed, his eyes starting to glow red. “Let’s see how funny you are when you’re hungry on the street with no one to help you.” A growl left his lips. With super human strength, he threw both of them down the front steps.

He went back inside for Cassandra, who he grabbed by her purple hair. “They’re your buddies, aren’t they? Why don’t you join them on the streets?” She was also thrown down the steps.

“Let’s see how you three handle yourselves on my turf with nothing.” The muzzle of the gun was pointed at them once again. “Get out of here, or I’ll be forced to do something you may not like.”