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---Date: Thursday, October 17th, 2013 ---Day: 26 | 2/4 --- Interaction: Hana --- City: Rome --- OOC: - - -​

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Spoiler: A Dream

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Despite her odd dreams, Cassandra had slept rather soundly in her chair in the corner. Not a sound disturbed her, in fact nothing interrupted it. She just slept from start to finish for the first time since she was home. Maybe it was because she felt a relief being out of that situation. Or maybe she was exhausted from everything.​

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Cassandra had just woken up, and was looking around the room with her unawakened eyes. She looked at the detail of the hospital room, and stared at a painting that was hung on the wall. It was of a boat facing directly towards the person viewing the painting. It was rather cool she thought, she had seen many paintings with boats in her life, but never really one facing directly at the viewer, usually it was more turned to the right or left.​

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Cassie heard a noise and looked to see Hana enter the room. She looked at her, and Hana saw her and spoke, ❝ I feel great now that I'm clean. ❞​

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Cassandra watched as Hana shivered slightly, probably thinking upon something, and Cassie held her hand up to her neck. She had washed all the paint from the house off of her face, but the rest was still there because she sort of collapsed the night before.​

❝ Good morning, by the way. ❞​

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Cassandra stood up from where she was standing and stretched, "I should probably shower too..." She looked over at the table and saw a pile there with clothes that looked about her size and she pointed towards them, "Are those for me?" Cassandra really didn't wait long before she just said, "Thank you..."​

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Cassandra was about to head out of the room to go and shower, but then she stopped and turned around, "Um... Hana. I'm sorry for being that scardy cat that you've been dragging around... when we get back with the others and get our stuff back I'll make sure to start training and such... but I... I'm starting to feel like I haven't really done anything but sit around and cry..." She went to go a play with her hair, but remembered it was gone the second she did and she sighed, "Thanks for putting up with me..."​

 

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BOUT 2: Round 13​

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Richard was now deathly serious and the mist coming off of him was way stronger than before. The mist upon his blade was starting to get thicker than ever before and the mist coming off of him was more apparent than it had been before. Richard was ready to take down this man down with every last ounce of his being. He got into his en garde stance and waited for the man to come back into existence before beginning the next round. Richard got ready in his en garde stance ready to win rather easily against this asshat. The man seemed to be ready to take him on as well getting into his own en garde stance with a bit of a smirk on his face.

The two bounded off the line and went straight for each other. Blades colliding in the center Richard suddenly had his mist exploded in quantity and started trying to force the man's blade away from him. The man with a slightly more serious face on started creating his own mist around his blade, but still not looking like he was putting any real arm strength into it. Eventually the man backed off and beat Richard's blade away. Richard was not having any of that though and brought his blade back to beat the man's away. With that Richard went straight for an attack on the man's head. Unfortunately the man saw this coming and was able to parry the blade with ease.


With the blade no longer in going in for an attack Richard tried to retreat backwards as fast as possible. However the mystery man had already closed the distance between him and Richard and was about to attack. Richard tried parrying but the man ended up coming for an attack from a completely unorthodox angle that, if he wasn't inhumanly fast, than would've been easy to counter. However because the man was that fast it ended up avoiding Richard's blade altogether. Thus ending round thirteen.

 

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W E A R I N G ✚ S O L V E ? ✚ M U S I C
MOOD ※ SHOCKED / FOCUSED ✚ DAY 26 ※ 2/4 ✚ DATE ※ 10/17/2013 ✚ LOCATION ※ HOTEL • STEVANGER, NORWAY​

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PATIENCE was a virtue, Michael had always told him, in the ironic way that Michael wasn't patient at all, but with Abbadon being the feral beast he was and Azazel so out of character, being a fragile rabbit . . .

⎧Well . . . For one . . . Th - The other two that were t - t - taken are named Cassandra and H - Hay Sun.⎭

Leo stopped listening, and his bag dropped at his side. It was one thing for Hana to be taken, since she could definitely take care of herself [ or apparently not ], but for Hay Sun – his sister, that was apparently under Hana's supervision – to be kidnapped, too, that was something entirely different. Jesus Christ, for all he knew, she could be halfway around the world by now, abandoned or probably dead. At the very least, violated. If she really was an angel, then that also could have meant something even worse – she was in Lucifer's hands.

It was at that moment that half of Scandinavia was almost destroyed.

⎧. . . b - bag . . . all o - of the things.⎭

Bingo. Akasha was definitely in that bag. He almost left the room at that moment, but then Samuel began to talk. Calming himself, he listened to the exchange and discovered that Hay Sun and the other two were in Rome, and that – ⎧She got shot? Christ, it's one thing to be kidnapped, but this is ridiculous.⎭ His voice was quiet, barely audible. It probably couldn't all be blamed on Hana, Hay Sun had always had a penchant for getting into trouble of the violent and deadly kind.

He listened to Samuel explain their situation. ⎧. . . A brothel.⎭ he repeated, and then ran a hand through his hair. ⎧They were kidnapped, and taken . . . to a whorehouse.⎭ Okay, well that was just dandy. He wondered what dad was thinking when he just let Hay Sun slip on down to Mexico, of all places, and what damned sense Hay Sun had going in the first place about this whole thing.

Leo was just about ready to level all of Italy, if it meant finding Hay Sun and give her a good talking to – in which case, he meant beating the life out of her for being so ridiculously dumb, and then he'd take care of the punks that kidnapped her in the first place.

⎧. . . I still wanna know who the hell you are. What's your name. Not your human one.⎭

Leo peered through the darkly-tinted lenses of his shades at Samuel and narrowed his eyes. ⎧I advise you to not ask me so many questions.⎭ he said simply, pulling out his phone, and then dialing a number. He walked away from the pair and towards the window, waiting to be answered. ⎧Bao, I need you to tap into the surveillance of every hospital in Lazio, Italy, and concentrate on Rome and its neighboring cities as well.⎭

⎧Holy hell Leo, where are you?⎭

⎧Bao.⎭ Leo said sharply, and he visualized Bao putting up his hands in defense.

⎧Alright man, chill out. I'm on it.⎭

He left the call running and turned back to pair, and then touched his pendant again. ⎧Don't bother showing me where the bag is, I can find it.⎭ He picked up his own bag from the ground, and then began to leave the room. ⎧Raziel, by the way.⎭ he told the two before stepping into the hallway.

The stabbing of the necklace was ever-growing and eventually, Leo was standing in front of another door. The phone vibrated in his pocket and he pulled it out, sliding it between his neck and shoulder, bending down in front of the lock to the door. He'd knock, but he didn't have time for that. After hooking up a small device to the card access, the door clicked open and Leo quietly slipped into the room.

There was a sleeping mess on the bed that he didn't care about, but recognized as Ambriel. He peered around the floor, and eventually found the bag. The sting of his necklace suddenly stopped, and when he reached in and pulled out, there it was.

He smiled. Akasha. It resonated warmly with him, as if greeting him back. The box was a deep purple color made of a whisp-like fabric that was so soft to the touch, it might have been nonexistent. A breath of relief escaped him, and he murmured a small incantation, and voilà, Akasha was in his hand once more, having taken the shape of a fencing sabre.

Leo slipped the box into his bag and then left the room, the sleeping person unbothered, and stepped out into the hallway, putting his phone up to his ear. As soon as he did, directions were given to him about the hospital and its location. He walked back to the room where Joslyn and Samuel were, ⎧I found them.⎭ he said shortly, tapping at the smooth screen of his phone, and then he glanced at the two, ⎧I'm going to Rome now. Until then.⎭

Without so much as a wave, Leo began walking off, heading back towards the jet that had brought him to Norway.​

ιllιlı.ıl L lııl E lııl O lıιllιlı.​

 

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BOUT 2: Round 14​

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Richard was starting to pant a bit from the exhaustion he was feeling but continued to get into en garde position anyway. He was getting closer. He knew it. Just a little more further and he would be able to kick this guy's ass no problem. The mist started getting even thicker and denser on Richard and his blade. His will was the only thing keeping him conscious right now and he wasn't going to let anything stop him from finishing the bout. Win or lose he was still getting closer to his goal, and all he needed to do was make sure that he got to it. The man reappeared still having his own mist covering him. This time Richard saw the smirk on the man's face and knew he was going to enjoy finally wiping it off his face. The man got into en garde and round fourteen was getting underway.

They both bounded off the line right at each other, though this time Richard back stepped to avoid the attack from the mystery man coming right at him. The mystery man then went for his own double lunge coming straight at Richard, who continued retreating as fast as he could away from his opponent. This caused the man to miss again. This time Richard went in for a riposte which was met with a parry from his oppositions side. However Richard came into to do his own counter parry and knocked the blade away once more. With that out of the way Richard came in for one final riposte to get a touch off on this man, only the man used his acceleration skills to suddenly back away from the riposte causing the attack to fail. This in turn made the man come back in and do a riposte of his own to end the round.


Richard stood there as the man had disappeared once more. He only had one shot left to achieve his goal. Next bout was going to be the last one he did. If he didn't then the score would be fifteen zero. He knew that he had to do everything in his power to stop that from happening. No doubts now, just one final round to get things done.

 

Samuel Riviera
DAY: 26 - 2/4 | DATE: October 17th, 2013 [Thursday] | LOCATION: Luxurious Hotel in Stevanger, Norway

The asshole simply looked at him through his shades. "I advise you to not ask me so many questions." Well, for someone who asks a ton of question, he sure doesn't like to answer them. He suddenly pulled his phone out and called someone. Sam was beginning to get pissed off with this guy's attitude. He didn't even acknowledge that the kid was there. Aaaaaah! Arrogant jackass! I really wanna punch you in the face! "Bao, I need you to tap into the surveillance of every hospital in Lazio, Italy, and concentrate on Rome and its neighboring cities as well." What the hell? All of a sudden this guy is asking about monitoring places in Italy? What the hell kind of job does he have to have some kind of spy network? And why does he care about Rome? It surely wasn't because of Red.

After he finished with his call, he turned back to face the three. "Don't bother showing me where the bag is, I can find it." Having him out of his hair would be a great thing.

"Feh, whatever. Do as you please." He didn't even bother to watch him leave.

"Raziel, by the way." Well, at least they knew which angel he was. That guy really rubbed him the wrong way.

Sam let out a frustrated groan. "Well, I said what I came to say. I'm out." He shoved his hands in his pocket and waltzed out of the room. When he got out into the hallway, he saw him messing with the lock of one of the doors before making his way in. Oh, one good punch would be good enough for me. He knew he wanted to tell everybody where Red and the others were, but now his mood was completely ruined. It would be best for him to just cool off before saying anything to the others. With that, he made his way to his room and turned on his TV.

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Joslyn Taylor Jones
DAY: 26 - 2/4 | DATE: October 17th, 2013 [Thursday] | LOCATION: Luxurious Hotel in Stevanger, Norway

Before leaving, Leo said that he was Raziel. That name sounded awfully familiar, almost as if they were close somehow. Although, she had no idea why. Soon after, Sam stormed out of the room, having said what he wanted to.

"What an ass!"

"Seeeeeeeerrrriiiioooouuuussssllllyyyyyyy~, I feel bad for the people who have to put up with him on a regular baaaaaaasssssssiiiiiiisssssssss~."

"Maybe he's just misunderstood?"

"Oh don't give me that. He's just an asshole and you know it. He even ignored that kid that came in here."

"Huh?" She looked over to see that Brandon had been in the room as well. "Wh-wh-when did you get here!?"

"Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat~!? You didn't notice hiiiiiiiiiiiim~?"

"I-I had n-no idea."

"You really are hopeless sometimes, you know that?" Joslyn just nervously fiddled with her hair a little bit at the comment.

"S-s-s-so what do you w-want?" Her eyes darted all over the place.

 

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BOUT 2: Round 15​

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Round fifteen of the second bout between the mystery man and Richard Carver had finally dawned upon these two. The score was fourteen zero in favor of the mystery man. Richard knew this all too well and was completely, one-hundred percent mentally prepared for what was to come up next. With his resolve firm the mist around Richard had ended up covering his entire body as like some sort of passive coat of mist. The mist coming from his eyes was more apparent than before, though Richard hadn't noticed at all. Furthermore faint silhouettes of wings were being formed on his back from this mist. One final thing that was happening was the mist around his blade started condensing. Becoming more refined looking to the point where it didn't look like mist anymore. In fact, it had become something completely different. A white fire enveloped Richard's saber as he took what could be his final en garde stance for the bout. The man reappeared in front of Richard, completely ready to win this match. Mist started forming around him in a similar fashion and he took his own en garde stance.

The fight started off with Richard and the man going straight for each other in the center. Both of them, however, stepped back to avoid a lunge that never came. As such they both advanced again only for Richard to step back a second time avoiding the man's blade altogether. This prompted Richard to go in and take a riposte, which the man skillfully back stepped away from. However this time when the man advanced towards Richard, Richard beat his blade away and went straight in for an attack. However this was parried away by the man who went in for his own riposte. Richard back stepped this time avoiding the riposte altogether. The man started going backwards and Richard attempted to close the distance between them. Once the gap between them was small enough he feinted right, then feinted left, then went in for one final lunge against his opponent back stepped away and stopped, about to do his own riposte, when suddenly Richard went for a double lunge, the man parried the blade away but Richard continued staying aggressive. The man finally back stepped away from this hyper aggression and was just about done with the match.

He finally went back in for one final lunge the match off, and Richard knew that where he was there was no avoiding it. As such he got ready to do the only thing he could to keep himself still in this situation. The man had finally gotten right in his face, blade nearly connecting, when suddenly a crunch sound could be heard. The handle of his blade was crushed by the strength of his grip. Richard's blade ended up meeting the man's head on with full force; Richard had finally been able to parry his opponents lunge away from him. All he needed was a riposte and from this position there was nothing the man could do. Only despite slamming his opponents blade full force, it didn't move at all. Instead it just sort of kept going unimpeded by the parry. In the end Richard was stabbed through by the man who vanished in his usual plume. He had won the bout fifteen zero and Richard couldn't do a thing to stop him. The mist around Richard dissipated and he fell the to the floor. His blade was revealed to be completely gone once the fire had put itself out and Richard just lied there. Completely drained and exhausted from the bout he lost consciousness before even touching the ground.

 

BRANDON HARRISON:
///Day 26 (2/4)\\\///Thursday October 17th 2013\\\///Location: I'M ON A PLANE\\\///Mood: Sneaky\\\


Brandon was just sort of standing there, being thoroughly ignored by both his Compadre and the Stranger dude who's name was Raphael or something like that. Didn't really matter either way. Point was the stranger dude was really rude and completely ignored the young man's presence. He was just about to leave when Jo actually recognized his existence. She seemed extremely nervous or some shit. Really out of character he thought. Not to mention she was talking to herself. Also totally out of character. "What oh um, yeah I was just here wondering what everyone was doing an all but um, yeah I think I've got a, well something. See ya around." Brandon ended up leaving the room with a "brilliant" plan in mind.

He wasn't entirely sure what was up with this guy but from the conversation he seemed to know exactly who they were. Which could only mean one thing. Raphael was also an angel man with some badass power or something like that. And he seemed to be off in a huff and a hurry. Well if there whole purpose here was to go and find and recruit angel people then letting one leave was totally going opposite of this plan, right? As such Brandon walked off to his room and put down his tennis racket for a second. He found a piece of paper that and a pen in the room and wrote down a quick note saying:

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Hey Guys,

Brandon here just telling you that I haven't been kidnapped or some shit like that.
No instead I actually decided to go and follow that angel dude Jo and Compadre were talking to earlier.
Don't worry though, I'll stay in touch as best I can with you guys.
-Lightning Angel Badass Brandon
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With that out of the way Brandon stuck the note on the outside of the door to his room, grabbed the backpack, grabbed his tennis racket and pocketed his tennis ball and ran after his asian angel associate. As such he eventually exited the hotel and continued to follow the man until he entered a jet. Jeez what was with all these angels they were meeting and owning jets? Regardless he followed in after the man snuck aboard the private jet, going full stealth mode so that hopefully he wouldn't be caught by this guy until after they landed.

 

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3 Hours Later Desu!​

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Richard woke up on the concrete of the warehouse floor feeling better, yet still tired from what had just happened. He stood up trying to recollect himself as to what actually happened. He remembered trying to go all against his asshat of an opponent, where the last few rounds between them all sort of just blurred. Trying to think about it he knew that he had lost. And hadn't scored a single touch off on his opponent. Really this was just no good at all. He looked down at the destroyed mess that was the hilt and guard of his saber. He wondered what happened to the blade, not remembering that it had been completely on fire before. He reached over to his water bottle and completely finished it, then grabbed his towel and wiped all the sweat off of himself. How long had he been out for exactly?

"About three hours or so." The familiar voice said. Richard looked around and saw nothing. Looking back to where he was originally was looking, the mystery man was directly in front of him. With a smirk on his face he simply said, "good afternoon Prince Carver."

Richard was not amused by this man's disappearing and reappearing acts that he constantly did. Not to mention that whole Prince Carver bull wasn't making him feel any better. "Alright, well I think I'm going to go home, think i'll catch some sleep there, maybe eat the equivalent of a horse there." Richard started walking away but the mystery man just sort of laughed a bit. "What's so funny?" Richard was audibly annoyed with this man.

"It's funny that you think I'm just letting you leave right now," he said matter of factly. "You see you're going to stay here and do some good old fashion street fighting, fisticuffs and all, against me for a good deal of the day."

Richard didn't really care about this little fist fight proposition and blew it off like it was nothing. He didn't quite care for this man anymore now that they were done fencing and was just going to go on his merry way. "Sorry, but I'm not interest in your little fist fight thing. I only fence."

The man started laughing a bit and said, "yup and that's your major weakness right now. All you can do is fence. Without that saber in your hand you probably wouldn't do so well against someone who knew how to fight. So that's why I want to get you on that. Not to mention I know you Richard. You're not a very active individual. In fact you are quite the lazy an apathetic man. I mean for crying out loud you've completely stopped caring about multiple plane crashes, earthquakes that destroy large cities and a mother fucking zombie invasion. Who the hell doesn't give a shit about that?!" Realizing he was going a bit off topic he backpedaled a bit, "anyway, point I'm trying to make here is that you do care about fencing, above everything else. Now as things stand you should realize that I'm the only one you'll ever be able to fence for the rest of your life."

Richard seemed a bit annoyed by this statement and was glaring straight at his mystery man. "And why would that be?"

The man sighed, bringing his palm to his face saying "well clearly you've been getting stronger. Like that saber, you destroyed it solely by holding onto it as tight as you could. With strength like that, any regular person you fence, will more likely than not die from getting hit by you. And if they don't you'll have broken their gear and seriously injured them regardless. So for now, unless you've suddenly given up on fencing, you're going to do my little extracurricular activities if you want to fence me each day. So what do you say?"

Richard was clearly cornered by this man and as much as he wanted to brush off what he just said, he knew he couldn't. Richard tried to think of a solution, but getting weaker seemed to be the only one he could think of. Not to mention if there was one person he wanted to fence now, it would be this man, solely so he could wipe that cocky ass grin off his face. Clenching his fists together he glared at his mystery opponent and said, "alright then. Let's go." And the two started going in a major fist fight, all the while the mystery man was oddly giving him very odd instructions and suggestions on how to improve himself. Why was he doing that?

 

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❖ MAP ❖ OOC ⟡ ✖ ❖ WEARING ❖​

❖ DAY ⟡ 26 ⦙ 3/4 ❖ DATE ⟡ Thursday ⦙ October 17, 2013 ❖​

❖ LOCATION ⟡ Rome [Hospitalia] ❖ INTERACTION ⟡ ✖ ❖​

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Cassandra began to walk towards the small private bathroom when she stopped halfway and turned back to Hana. ❝ Um... Hana. I'm sorry for being that scaredy cat that you've been dragging around... when we get back with the others and get our stuff back I'll make sure to start training and such... but I... I'm starting to feel like I haven't really done anything but sit around and cry... ❞ She went to go a play with her hair, but immediately stopped and sighed. ❝ Thanks for putting up with me... ❞

Cassandra had apologized for being, well, useless. ❝ It's fine, really. I already told you that before. Everyone deals with things in their own way and you were tossed into the fray at a rather adrenaline fueled time. No one has been able to calm down or take a break in quite some time. But I'm glad, really. I appreciate that you are going to start giving practice and training a shot. The more we have on our side, the better. ❞ Hana smiled at her. Cassandra was finally going to start putting some effort into things and even participate in training. That meant they were one step closer to their ultimate goal -- survival.

When Cass left the room to shower, Hana used the opportunity to head to the Billings department. She spoke with the Financial Services Adviser that was present and handed over a sheet of paper with an Italian bank account number. It was one she rarely used, but would have enough to cover Hay Sun's medical expenses. She informed the woman behind the desk to have it direct billed as soon as everything was processed.

When she finally got back to Hay Sun's room, the doctor was just preparing to have her discharged. Hana read over the paperwork for the French - Korean since it was in Italian and informed her of where to sign. They got her changed into the clothes Hana bought and the nurse lowered the girl into a wheel chair. Hospitals had this ridiculous rule where a patient had to be wheeled out of the building, but could get up and walk away as soon as they were out the door. She always found it absurd for those that were fully capable of walking. Though, it would be a bad idea for Hay Sun to do so on that leg. Her poor thigh. They had made it to the lobby when Hana excused herself to make another call. They would probably just be sitting around for awhile, so five minutes or so wouldn't hurt. She put the coins into the payphone and dialed the long distance international call to her cell phone. It rang. And rang. And rang. After four rings, someone on the other end finally picked up.

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❝ Hey, ❞ she greeted to whomever it was.

❝ Oh. Hey. ❞ It was apparently Sam again.

❝ We're out of the hospital. ❞ she told him.

❝ That's good. What are you gonna do now? ❞

❝ I'm really not sure. Having free time feels so foreign. ❞

❝ Hah. Right then. Oh, by the way, we met this asshole who knew you. ❞

❝ Really? Who? ❞

❝ Called himself Raze, uh.... Razi... Ummm... ****. His human name is Leo. ❞

❝ .... ❞ Hana let out an awkward uncomfortable chuckle. This was not good. ❝ Oh. Raziel. That's ... wonderful. What did he say? ❞

❝ Something about coming to get something. I don't know, that ******* went off on his own after we spoke, breaking into another person's hotel room. Though... I heard him say to watch Italy and Rome to someone on the phone. ❞

❝ Oh. ❞

❝ I really wanna deck him in the face. ❞

❝ Don't do that. You'll regret it. ❞

❝ Oh yeah? Who's gonna make me regret it? ❞

❝ Hay Sun. ❞

❝ Why would she care if I punched some random asshole? ❞

❝ Because that random person is her older brother Jun Tae. ❞

There was a moment of silence and Hana feared the call might have dropped. ❝...That asshat is her brother!? ❞ Sam asked, a bit delayed.

❝ Yes. You really shouldn't swear. ❞ she chastised him.

❝ Ugh... fine. But... Ah, that guy REALLY rubs me the wrong way. ❞

❝ He does that. Angel of Mysteries and all... I'm guessing he came for Akasha. I refused to give him his sword back the last time we saw each other. ❞

❝ What for? ❞

❝ I'm not sure. He has always just wanted it. Power. Power is kind of a big deal for most people. I would imagine it's the same for Raziel as well. ❞

❝ Now I really wanna beat that fu- err... clobber that guy... ❞

❝ How cute. You're actually making an attempt to not swear. ❞

❝ Shut it. ❞

❝ Whatever. Are you guys on your way soon? ❞

❝ We still have to meet up with that guy I told you about. ❞

❝ You haven't done that yet? ❞

❝ We haven't. ❞

❝ What's taking so long? I can't just sit here and do nothing. There's work to do. ❞

❝ Lay off. This hotel is nice as hell, alright? Just, try to enjoy your down time or something. ❞

❝ And let more people die? ❞ she questioned.

❝ Well that's what people do. They try to live and then they up and die. No changing that. ❞

❝ ... Sam, why are you helping? I thought you would have left after ... ❞

❝ I don't know why either. Maybe I just feel guilty... who the hell knows? ❞

❝ Guilty, huh? Fine. I'll try and do ... something. Hurry up. I don't have forever. Well, maybe I do ... but not in the same sense. ❞

❝ Yeah, yeah, yeah. I'll tell them to get their asses in gear. ❞

❝ Good. After I figure out where we're gonna be for the night, I'll call you and send the address. ❞

❝ Fine. Just... I dunno, do girly shi - stuff with the others until then. ❞

❝ I - I don't know how to do girly stuff... ❞

❝ You've gotta be kidding me.❞

❝ Why would I be kidding? I've spent my entire life doing one thing, protecting Azazel. I've never really had time for entertainment. ❞

Sam started laughing, clearly amused. ❝ Man, you really are hopeless. ❞ The laughing didn't stop... She was going to murder him at some point.

❝ Go to Hell. And stay there. ❞

❝ Ooooh. Scathing. Well anyways, just sit tight. ❞

❝ Whatever. I'm go -- ❞ Hana noticed two familiar tall male figures walk into the hospital and her breathing caught in her throat. ❝ Oh. Well it looks like we have company. Bye. ❞

❝ Whatever yourself. Later, Red. ❞

She hung up the phone and quickly crossed the lobby to Hay Sun and Cassandra's side. She bit her lip nervously before looking to Leo and Brandon. That made little to no sense. ❝ Jun Tae. Brandon? ❞ she greeted them.

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W E A R I N G ✚ S O L V E ? ✚ M U S I C​

MOOD ※ SIGH ✚ DAY 26 ※ 3/4 ✚ DATE ※ 10/17/2013 ✚ LOCATION ※ JET / ROME,ITALY​

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The flight to Rome from Stavanger was a mere two hours. As soon as Leo had boarded, he knew something was amiss; curiosities and mysteries never lasted long with him, mostly because he was mystery. At first, he had thought someone after the large bounty on his head had boarded the jet with him, but that was quickly dismissed as soon as he scouted the area.​

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. . . Instead what he found was a teenage boy who had managed to stow away. And of course, of all people – angels – it had to be Barachiel. It wasn't the first time he'd pulled a stunt on Raziel, and he somehow doubted it would be the last. Nonetheless, it was irritating and Leo wondered if he should throw him off the plane. For a flashy angel like him, he sure had a weak presence. It reminded Leo of a character in a manga he had once read. Unfortunately, before he could make the jet-dropping decision, he found them landing in Rome.​

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⎧If you're going to tag along,⎭ Leo began as he was leaving the jet [ he didn't let Barachiel know that he had ever found him ], ⎧then don't lag behind. I will leave you here.⎭​

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When they had reached the main streets of the giant city and were standing in front of a fountain with people surrounding them, Leo pulled out his phone and it immediately leeched information. Insurance, he decided to call it, just in case there was anyone around that he knew or that knew him. When there was nothing out of the ordinary, he pulled up the location of the hospital. ⎧Why did you come along anyway?⎭ Leo asked, ⎧This isn't some recruiting mission. You're mistaken if you think I'm anything like Xathanael.⎭​

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It was mostly said in passing as they caught a taxi to the hospital. They were dropped off across the street from the large building with many passersby. He briefly wondered if he should take the chance to slip away from Barachiel. They walked into the building and he immediately spotted a head of fiery red hair.​

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⎧Jun Tae. Brandon?⎭ His eyes traveled to the area next to her, where his sister and Metatron were. She was in a wheelchair. He made his way towards the trio of girls, and his first instinct was to slam Hay Sun for idiocy and then greet Hana. Instead, he found himself tracing Hay Sun's extremely present [ it was so strong, it was annoying ] Glamour.​

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She stared at him with disbelieving eyes, and once he had finally pinpointed a familiarity, he returned the expression.​

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⎧Uriel?⎭​

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⎧Jun Tae?⎭​

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Their words overlapped each other. She snorted and tried to stand from the wheelchair – to deck him, no doubt. So that was great. His sister really was an angel – of course, and she just so happened to turn out to be an archangel. That was just dandy. ⎧They were right when the said idiots don't feel pain.⎭ he told her in a cool tone and she glared at him. ⎧Your leg is damaged. You should stay off of it.⎭​

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She seemed to mutter something to the tone of Like you care.​

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Leo turned to Hana. ⎧I met up with your crew of cherubs.⎭ he told her, ⎧And also retrieved Akasha, and Luria as well.⎭ He reached into his bag and pulled out the wand-shaped, ridiculously ostentatious weapon that hummed to him with rejection, but yearned for its original owner. He handed it to Hana. ⎧I haven't been keeping up with the other-worldly shenanigans, do you care to fill me in on everything?⎭ He glanced down at Hay Sun who was still glaring at him. ⎧. . . Some place less obvious. Brandon stowed away on the jet, so he's here with me.⎭​

ιllιlı.ıl L lııl E lııl O lıιllιlı.​

 

BRANDON HARRISON:
///Day 26 (3/4)\\\///Thursday October 17th 2013\\\///Location: Hospital\\\///Mood: Frens\\\


Brandon had ended up stowing away on Raphael's jet the entire trip from Norway all the way to Rome. He had felt rather proud of himself for not being spotted the entire way. He was feeling like some super stealthy lightning badass...which granted sounded pretty contradictory, but that was besides the point. He had managed to do his first successful stowaway...Brandon was starting to wonder if this journey was such a good thing since all he had done so far was, loot, illegally stay in motel rooms, kill people, and stowaway on planes...nah this was totally the best time/thing ever in the young boy's life. Once the plane landed Raphael walked out and Brandon was getting ready to time when to follow when suddenly

⎧If you're going to tag along,then don't lag behind. I will leave you here.⎭

Welp, turns out Brandon had been found out from the very start. It wasn't really coming as too big of a shock to Brandon so he earnestly ran out of the plan and went to follow Raphael through the streets of Roma. They eventually stopped at a fountain for a moment and Brandon just soaked in all the stuff around him. Despite living in Europe for his whole life, he had never actually gone to Italy yet, and was quite impressed by the scenery around him. He then heard Raphael's curt voice speak up again.

⎧Why did you come along anyway? This isn't some recruiting mission. You're mistaken if you think I'm anything like Xathanael.⎭

Brandon stood there for a moment absorbing that question in and forming an answer. "Well it's obvious isn't it? Us angels gotta stick together or else we'll never be able to..um. Do whatever it is the fuck we were supposed to do in the first place." Clearly not caring about Brandon's clearly stupid answer the unlikely pair ended up walking and taking a cab all the way to a hospital. At that point Brandon saw a couple of familiar faces.

❝Jun Tae. Brandon?❞​

"Hello Hannah." Brandon had said with a jubilant smile on his face. Wait the guys name was Juntay? Brandon thought his name was Raphael. Unless one of the two was his angel name, but which one? They both sounded like weird out there names. He watched as Juntay/Raphael called one of the people, the one in the wheelchair, Youriel. Though he wasn't sure what name that was either. This whole name thing was really confusing him. Not to mention there was still one of the three that he didn't her name at all. But that would come later. Then he saw Juntay/Raphael give Hannah her blade back to her, which legitimately confused Brandon because he was pretty sure he had the blade in his back pack the entire time. Oh well. He took out the other blade/wand from the backpack and the one in his pocket and said, "oh yeah, um here's your blade thingys. Thought it'd be a good idea to bring them along and I'm just going to assume that they belong to the both of you."

Brandon handed off the two blades to whom he believed to be their respective owners, and felt completely proud of himself. He listened to Juntay/Raphael explain why Brandon was here in the first place and all he could do was smile and nod. With that out of the way he waited for the explanation to be given by Hannah so that he could finally be caught up on things.

 

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❖ MAP ❖ OOC ⟡ ✖ ❖ WEARING ❖​

❖ DAY ⟡ 26 ⦙ 3/4 ❖ DATE ⟡ Thursday ⦙ October 17, 2013 ❖​

❖ LOCATION ⟡ Rome [Hospitalia] ❖ INTERACTION ⟡ Jun Tae ❖​

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So much for taking time to relax. The moment Leo walked through the door, Hana knew she would be in for a headache. She liked Jun Tae, for the most part. They had their issues with one another, but didn't everyone? There was a long pause where it seemed to be that Leo was really looking at his younger sister for the first time in her life. Hana had purposefully not told him about her discovery those years ago, but she assumed he would have eventually figured it out. ... Apparently not.

" Uriel? " Leo and Hay Sun asked in unison. " Jun Tae? "

Hay Sun snorted and began to rise from her seat in the wheelchair. Hana was at her side immediately pushing her down into the seat. She shouldn't be walking, no matter how powerful she was. An injury was still an injury and needed to be tended to properly lest it not heal right. "They were right when the said idiots don't feel pain." Sibling banter. She didn't know what that was like, but she watched with cool blue eyes as Jun Tae teased the teen. "Your leg is damaged. You should stay off of it." Well at least the both of them were on the same page.

"Agreed." she replied, keeping a firm hand on Hay Sun's shoulder.

He seemed to finally turn to look at her now. She gave him a friendly and locked eyes. "I met up with your crew of cherubs." he told her.

"So I've been told," she replied. Their conversations always seemed to be to the point and professional. There was no beating around the bush between Leo and herself.

"And also retrieved Akasha, and Luria as well.⎭ He reached into his bag and pulled out the wand. He handed it to Hana.

"I figured as much, and thank you." She accepted Luria gratefully and held the sparkling wand in her free hand, the other still on Hay Sun's shoulder.

" I haven't been keeping up with the other-worldly shenanigans, do you care to fill me in on everything? " He glanced down at Hay Sun who was still glaring at him. " . . . Some place less obvious. Brandon stowed away on the jet, so he's here with me. "

Hana nodded. " We were just leaving. Hay Sun has already been discharged. " She glanced around the waiting room before slipping Luria into the side of her boot. " I can tell you anything and everything you wish to know once we're out of here. "

They left. Raziel would get involved now. That would be one of their greatest assets. There was a certain way to work with him and she had nailed it down pat -- not counting the brothel mishap. Hana knew just plainly calling up Leo and asking him for assistance would do no good. He wouldn't help. She was going to put off seeing him for as long as possible if it came down to that. But this -- if he willingly came for whatever reason, then she could talk him into joining their crew. The others really were like cherubs. They were just starting out for the first time in centuries. They were just little babies with powers -- no better than.

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They settled on a small restaurant with a near empty outdoor patio. The sun was shining high in the sky and the warmth felt good on Hana's exposed skin. There was only a couple out there with them and they had chosen a table far enough away that their conversation would not be overheard. Hana read off the menu to everyone, translating what was in Italian. When the waitress arrived, she told the woman of the food and drink selection and the perky dark - skinned brunette bounced away and into the building. They were now undisturbed.​

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Hana pulled Luria out of her boot and set the glittering white wand down on the table in front of her. She rolled him around from side to side and could feel the familiar surge of power and strength that resonated from within it. " It felt so strange not having Luria on me, even if it was only for a day and a half. " She lifted her head to Leo and gave him an apologetic smile. " Please forgive me for not giving Akasha back to you sooner Jun Tae, but as you remember, I was barely a teenager the last time I was in France. It's hard enough these days to find nuns that believe I'm an angel and not possessed by the devil. You had accepted everything I said so easily it was hard not to doubt where your loyalties stood. "​

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She avoided eye contact with Hay Sun, however, Hana could very well sense the looks she was getting. The waitress came back with their drinks and dished them out before leaving again, probably to check on the food. Hana lifted Luria and the wand transformed into a knife in her hand. An angel's most prized possession was their wand and now everyone at this table had theirs returned to them. " I assume you would like for me to start at the beginning? " That was only obvious. Hana took a deep breath. " All right. It was almost a month ago when Gabriel stopped me one morning after mass. She said it was urgent. ... "​

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Somewhere along day three or four their food came. Hana continued to talk between bites as she clued everyone in on whatever miniscule thing they might have been previously unaware of. She prayed this would help. She needed it too. When they finally came to their most recent occurrences at the hospital, she look to Jun Tae expectantly.​

 

Samuel Riviera
DAY: 26 - 3/4 | DATE: October 17th, 2013 [Thursday] | LOCATION: Limousine ==> Brandt Residence in Stevanger, Norway

He shifted uncomfortably as he sat in the limo, there was a lot to think about. First and foremost, that asshat that came to visit them so suddenly. Just who in the hell was that guy? It was even more worrying that he told someone to monitor Rome and Italy. This wasn't the kind of thing he expected and angel to be doing. Then again, he was the one who suggested to go look for angels because one of them might be rich. Still, for there to be a guy like that, it pissed him off to no end.

Not only that, there was also this new guy they were going to meet. There was no telling what kind of guy he was, or who he is working for. It certainly is possible that he is working for Chicken Wings, that was always a possibility with the way he can just pop up wherever he wants to. What would they do if he was working for him? Last time he checked, their smooth talker was all the way in Rome in a hospital, he wasn't exactly the most charismatic guy, pale girl was a stammering mess around strangers, and the French kid could only speak in French. Their two best bets were the Cop and Moneybags, though Moneybags did mention something about having a history with this guy. Not to mention that the kid... Wait a minute, where the fuck is the kid? He looked around the limo and saw he was nowhere to be seen. Whatever, that hotel is nice. I'm sure he can find something to do over there. Back to more pressing matters.

Another thing to worry about was Moneybags himself. Bandages claimed that he was her pet, so there was the chance he would turn on them. So far, he hasn't shown any signs that would suggest he was going to, but there was always the possibility. Well, if and when it would come to that, Sam would just deal with it the way he knew best: with force. Still, he knew that at the very least he could handle himself in a fight. And now, on top of that, they gave him his sword. Whatever, worrying about that was pointless now.

Suddenly, there was a ringing, and Sam was wondering where it was coming from. The he realized that it was Red's phone that was in his pocket. After a couple of rings, he answered the phone.

Spoiler: Phone Call

"Hey," It was Red again.

"Oh. Hey."

"We're out of the hospital." she told him.

"That's good. What are you gonna do now?"

"I'm really not sure. Having free time feels so foreign."

"Hah. Right then. Oh, by the way, we met this asshole who knew you."

"Really? Who?"

"Called himself Raze, uh.... Razi... Ummm... Shit. His human name is Leo."

"...." Red let out an awkward uncomfortable chuckle. "Oh. Raziel. That's ... wonderful. What did he say?"

"Something about coming to get something. I don't know, that bastard went off on his own after we spoke, breaking into another person's hotel room. Though... I heard him say to watch Italy and Rome to someone on the phone."

"Oh."

"I really wanna deck him in the face."

"Don't do that. You'll regret it."

"Oh yeah? Who's gonna make me regret it?"

"Hay Sun."

"Why would she care if I punched some random asshole?"

"Because that random person is her older brother Jun Tae."

It took him a couple of moments to process that information before he finally said something. "...That asshat is her brother!?"

"Yes. You really shouldn't swear." she chastised him.

"Ugh... fine. But... Ah, that guy REALLY rubs me the wrong way."

"He does that. Angel of Mysteries and all... I'm guessing he came for Akasha. I refused to give him his sword back the last time we saw each other."

"What for?"

"I'm not sure. He has always just wanted it. Power. Power is kind of a big deal for most people. I would imagine it's the same for Raziel as well."

"Now I really wanna beat that fu- err... clobber that guy..."

"How cute. You're actually making an attempt to not swear."

"Shut it."

"Whatever. Are you guys on your way soon?"

"We still have to meet up with that guy I told you about."

"You haven't done that yet?" She sounded irritated.

"We haven't."

"What's taking so long? I can't just sit here and do nothing. There's work to do."

"Lay off. This hotel is nice as hell, alright? Just, try to enjoy your down time or something."

"And let more people die?" she questioned.

"Well that's what people do. They try to live and then they up and die. No changing that."

"... Sam, why are you helping? I thought you would have left after ..."

"I don't know why either. Maybe I just feel guilty... who the hell knows?" He really didn't know himself why he stuck around. Maybe it's because this is getting fun, or maybe because he wants the chance to beat down Chicken Wings, or maybe even... No, it couldn't be... Could it?

"Guilty, huh? Fine. I'll try and do ... something. Hurry up. I don't have forever. Well, maybe I do ... but not in the same sense."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. I'll tell them to get their asses in gear."

"Good. After I figure out where we're gonna be for the night, I'll call you and send the address."

"Fine. Just... I dunno, do girly shi - stuff with the others until then."

"I - I don't know how to do girly stuff..."

"You've gotta be kidding me."

"Why would I be kidding? I've spent my entire life doing one thing, protecting Azazel. I've never really had time for entertainment."

Sam started laughing, this was just too good. "Man, you really are hopeless." He couldn't help but laugh at that.

"Go to Hell. And stay there."

"Ooooh. Scathing. Well anyways, just sit tight."

"Whatever. I'm go -- Oh. Well it looks like we have company. Bye."

"Whatever yourself. Later, Red." With that, he hung up.

He looked around and saw that they were looking at him. "What?"

"Uh, so... Wh-who was that? Wa-was that H-H-Hana?" The pale girl tried to force out.

"Yeah. What of it?"

"I- well, I di-didn't know that you sp-spoke to Hana like th-that... Th-that's all..." What was she getting at? Wait a minute... does she think?

"Hey! It's not like that at all!" His face started to get a little red.

"O-o-o-okay!" She shrank down when he raised his voice a little. Ah shit... He leaned back as he sat and stayed silent the rest of the ride.

When they finally arrived at the place, they all stepped out and stood in front of his door. Again, he had no idea what to expect with this guy, so there was only one way to find out. He knocked on the door and waited for him to come out.

 

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W E A R I N G ✖ W R I T I N G ✖ M U S I C​

MOOD ※ STUNNED ✖ DAY 26 ※ 3/4 ✖ DATE ※ 10/17/2013 ✖ LOCATION ※ HOSPITAL​

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It was still difficult to tell if she was actually looking at a mirage of her older brother, or if he was actually there. A part of her actually thought that maybe she wasn't just shot in the leg and was now in a coma. It's not like she was happy to see the douchebag or anything as much as she was relieved. The last she heard, he was involved in some pretty dangerous stuff. It was also the train of thought that he might have come because he was worried, but she blew that thought off with a huff.​

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They couldn't stand each other. And 'Uriel', seriously ? The sound of him calling her that was repulsive and made her want to stomp his fucking face in. He could have at least called her Mickey or something . . . Still, she felt it, and it scared her. How the hell was he like her, and she never knew about it? How long had he known that they were the same? When she looked up at Red, it seemed like Jun Tae knew her; had they met before? It bothered her, somehow.​

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Hay Sun didn't like not being in the know, but when it came to Jun Tae, she was always anything but. He never told her anything and was a complete mystery to her, which now, in context of everything, made sense. Raziel, the Angel of Mysteries, who woulda guessed . . .​

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If she wasn't confined to this damned wheelchair, she'd get up and clock him, but Red was annoyingly adamant about her not standing on her damaged leg. It was fine, jeez. It'd probably heal up in a few days or something, since that usually happened with all of her wounds.​

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❝So,❞ she began casually, the undertone of her voice clearly irate, ❝where've you been stashed up all these years?❞ If there was anything she could do now, it was ask him as many questions as possible because she knew it bugged the shit out of him. He still had his shades on, but she could tell that his eyes were narrowing.​

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❝Asia.❞ he replied shortly. Of course he would give the most vague reply ever. It was annoying as hell.​

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❝I guess I was right when I thought you were cuddled up in Siberia.❞ she told him, her tone smug.​

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He leaned back in the chair at the table they had come to. ❝I have to hide from enemies somehow.❞ he replied simply.​

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Goddamn, she hated him so much. ❝I hope you didn't come just to be a snarky asswipe.❞ she snapped.​

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Jun Tae coughed an sarcastic laugh, ❝I'm fairly sure that it takes one to know one, but you're right. I'll fill you in more later – ❞ He glanced around at the rest of the group with a caution that only came when he didn't want to be open in that way that he was probably the most secure human in the entire world, ❝ – when we're less public. I tracked you down here and just flew in from Norway.❞​

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. . . Hay Sun thought he had said Asia, unless he was suddenly a complete failure at world geography. Ugh, she didn't even know with him anymore, but if she had to really guess where he had been holed up for at least five years, it was probably South Korea. They had relatives there too, but she had to admit, her and her brother weren't ones for family.​

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❝Please forgive me for not giving Akasha back to you sooner Jun Tae – . . . ❞ Hay Sun glanced over at Red who insisted on her staying in this damned wheelchair and listened to what she said. The last time she had been to France? So they had met before. Fucking hell, how long did Jun Tae know about what they were? And who the hell was Akasha?​

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❝Normally, my loyalties lie with the highest bidder; surely you of all people can understand.❞ he said simply, ❝However, due to circumstances, I can't be swayed by things that benefit me, regardless of how troublesome what I'm looking after is.❞ Hay Sun scoffed, wanting to wring his neck.​

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Pretty soon, Red was explaining everything that happened. There were various points were Jun Tae shifted, but for the most part, the douche looked like he just completely didn't give a shit. When Red was done, she looked at Hay Sun's brother expectantly. It was quiet for a few long moments. ❝Well, say something asshole.❞ Hay Sun snapped.​

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He sighed, ❝I wonder what dad would say if he found out you ran off with your lover.❞​

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Things stopped. Low. Fucking. Blow. Her eyes widened and before she knew it, she was standing up (holyfuckingsonofabitchthathurtlikehellOUCH ) with her fist full of his shirt. ❝Watch it.❞ she threatened. He shrugged and pinched her wrist, setting her back in her seat immediately with her arm just going completely limp and numb. Jesus fucking Christ, what the fuck was wrong with him?​

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❝You really are an idiot.❞ he told her, and she pretty much just wanted to stab him. He looked back at Red, ❝I can't say I'm sold on providing assistance, although I know how beneficial it would be for you if I did come along. You are acquainted with my past with the Dark Angels and so I would be endangering myself and my rambunctious sister, which is not in my best interests.❞ She rolled her eyes. ❝For the time being, I'll tag along, but I want you to heel your boyfriend. I won't hesitate to kill him. He may be powerful, but he might as well be a hellhound with his brains.❞​

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Boyfriend? Hay Sun had no idea who he was talking about. ❝You talk too much.❞ she muttered, and then looked at Red. This was complete shit that she had no idea about any of this family-angel shit before going to Mexico. Why the hell did Jun Tae get to know before she did? And why the fuck did Red tell her that he was an angel, too? ❝What now?❞​

 

BRANDON HARRISON:
///Day 26 (3/4)\\\///Thursday October 17th 2013\\\///Location: Hospital\\\///Mood: So that's what we're supposed to be doing\\\


Brandon went along with the entire gang to a local restaurant to finally know what was going on. So apparently they were all being gathered up by this redhead Hannah so that they could all regain their powers and help her stop the coming of Lucifer who was going to end the world or do some Lucifer thing, he didn't really know. Also they were apparently on a plane crash that happened on the way to London which he had no idea about and were saved by some angel whose name he wasn't remembering right now and Gabriella then punished him. Well that sounded like it sucked to see. There were also two angels they had to be wary of because they were working with good old Lucie, and they were Daniel and Tempy. Finally he was able to learn the name of the other two with Hannah. They were Hay Sun,(which everytime Brandon thought of it, it sounded like "hey son," which just felt odd to him so she was to be nicknamed Soleil,) and Cassandra, (nicknamed to be Cas.) Also turns out the man he was with apparently went by three names, Lion being the most easy one to go by (because that nickname won't get confusing with any other characters at all,) and he was apparently going to join their mission. Well at least that's what Brandon thought what was going to happen, in which case Mission Accomplished.

However Lion and Soleil didn't seem to be on the best of terms. They seemed to be brother and sister, (lucky siblings,) but regardless the brother looked pretty uncaring for his sister. Also every time he said something to her Brandon was only getting more and more confused. Eventually he tried to intervene and say, "alright alright. So now that we're all here and accounted for, we got our angel weapons of awesomeness and everyone is, for the most part, safe what do we do now? Should we just like go back to Norway and try and meet up with people there or like rendezvous with them in London or something, or just wait?" Brandon tried to throw out some suggestions just so he could quickly divert the topic of the sibling bickering and they could move on to more Angel based Shenanigans.

 

Samuel Riviera
DAY: 26 - 3/4 | DATE: October 17th, 2013 [Thursday] | LOCATION: Brandt Residence in Stevanger, Norway

It took a while before the door was opened. When it was, a man surveyed the group briefly before speaking. "I'm guessing you're looking for Araquiel. What do you want?" Surprisingly, for a Norwegian, he spoke English without any trace of an accent. That was good. Before Sam could even get two words out, he started to speak again. Except this time, he repeated what he just said in Spanish. Was it because of him? That just pissed him off.

"Don't bother beating around the bush. Let's get to the point. I've lost my patience for strangers." He spoke again before he could even get a word in edgewise. "Especially for snakes." That was directed towards Moneybags. He did say that something happened between them. Well, this was good, now they wouldn't have to bother with bullshit excuses.

"Uh... Well... y-you see..." The white haired girl tried to nervously come up with something to say. Clearly not her strong suit.

"Well, amigo, we're gathering angels to beat up that bandaged up bitch and her crew. You in or out?" Straight to the point, exactly like he wanted. If they could wrap this up quickly, that would be great.

"Th-there's no need to s-s-say it like that!"

"What? I'm cutting out the bullshit, like he wanted."

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Joslyn Taylor Jones
DAY: 26 - 3/4 | DATE: October 17th, 2013 [Thursday] | LOCATION: Brandt Residence in Stevanger, Norway

They waited in front of the door for a while, but when it was opened, they were greeted by the man she presumed to be Henrik. "I'm guessing you're looking for Araquiel. What do you want?" Surprisingly, for a Norwegian, he spoke English without any trace of an accent. Soon after, he started to speak again, except this time, he spoke in Spanish. Was it because of Sam?

"This guy sure can speak a lot of different languages that aren't his native tongue."

"Seeeeeerrrriiiiiooooouuuuuusssssslllllyyyyyyy~, is he trying to show off or sssooooommmmeeeettthhhiiiiiinnnnnngggg~?"

"Don't bother beating around the bush. Let's get to the point. I've lost my patience for strangers." He spoke again before they could even get a word in edgewise. "Especially for snakes." It seemed that comment was directed towards Alistair. He did mention that something happened between them.

"Oh this guy is cruising for a bruising!"

"Uh... Well... y-you see..." She tried to offer up an explanation to the situation, but she didn't know where to begin.

"Well, amigo, we're gathering angels to beat up that bandaged up bitch and her crew. You in or out?"

"Th-there's no need to s-s-say it like that!" Even though she chided him, she was envious that he could just say that without so much as a second thought.

"What? I'm cutting out the bullshit, like he wanted."

 

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❖ MAP ❖ OOC ⟡ ✖ ❖ WEARING ❖​

❖ DAY ⟡ 26 ⦙ 3/4 ❖ DATE ⟡ Thursday ⦙ October 17, 2013 ❖​

❖ LOCATION ⟡ Rome [Restaurant] ❖ INTERACTION ⟡ ✖ ❖​

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There was a long silence after Hana finished speaking and she used that opportunity to drink something. Talking for too long always dried out her throat. She took a bite of the food on her plate and chewed slowly. The silence seemed to have drawn on for too long. ❝ Well, say something asshole. ❞ Hay Sun snapped. Her temper was in high spirits today. There was only one good explanation as to why.​

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Leo sighed, ❝ I wonder what dad would say if he found out you ran off with your lover. ❞​

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Hana dropped her fork on the plate and swallowed. Her blue eyes were watching Hay Sun and Jun Tae closely. Things were about to go one of two ways and she wondered how long it would take before she had to intervene. Siblings fought, but these two were on another whole planet. It was a good thing she kept Hay Sun's alternate identity from him for such a long time.​

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Hay Sun was standing up with her fist full of his shirt. ❝ Watch it. ❞ she threatened. He shrugged and pinched her wrist, setting her back in her seat immediately with her arm just going completely limp and numb. They were near starting something in the middle of public.​

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Hana sighed.​

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❝ You really are an idiot. ❞ he told his sister before turning back to Hana, ❝ I can't say I'm sold on providing assistance, although I know how beneficial it would be for you if I did come along. You are acquainted with my past with the Dark Angels and so I would be endangering myself and my rambunctious sister, which is not in my best interests. ❞​

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❝ I understand fully. ❞ she replied.​

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❝ For the time being, I'll tag along, but I want you to heel your boyfriend. I won't hesitate to kill him. He may be powerful, but he might as well be a hellhound with his brains. ❞​

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Hana pursed her lips and wrapped her fingers around Luria. The fact that he would even insinuate such a thing -- she liked Jun Tae, but more often then not, he was a hard person to deal with. ❝ That would imply there is a relationship at all. And from what it sounds like, he would like to kill you too. ❞ Her tone was sharp, but there was a friendly and joking smile on her lips as she patted the napkin to her face.​

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❝ You talk too much. ❞ Hay Sun muttered. ❝ What now? ❞​

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Her thoughts immediately went back to the brothel. She could come up with a thing or two for them to do. Especially now that she had Luria back. However, that was not the type of person she was. As much as Hana loathed Israfil and found him to be a vile, disgusting creature, she couldn't just kill him in cold blood. Sometimes being good had its burdens. It's always easier to do the wrong thing, than it is to do the right.​

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❝ Alright, alright. ❞ It was the first time Brandon had spoken since they arrived at the restaurant. ❝ So now that we're all here and accounted for, we got our angel weapons of awesomeness and everyone is, for the most part, safe what do we do now? Should we just like go back to Norway and try and meet up with people there or like rendezvous with them in London or something, or just wait? ❞

She sat for a long moment thinking it over. The others were going to come for them in Rome, but now they wouldn't have to with Leo here. However, it would pointless to go all the way to Norway if they were leaving soon. On the other hand, she couldn't search for more fallen without the compass which was currently in Joslyn's possession. She was also curious about the angel they had already met and the one they were currently meeting with. Albeit, she would probably learn more soon enough. Hana was having a difficult time deciding on which path to take. They were fortunate to have Leo with them now. It was one less trip they would have to make and she wouldn't have to play him at his own game for cooperation.

There was still another angel somewhere in England. The signal was to weak to have much of a reaction from the compass, so they were definitely not in London, but none the less, an angel was located in the UK. That was the best lead she had for now. It would probably have to do. ❝ We should go back to England, but not London. At least not right now. There's still another Fallen somewhere in England and that's the best lead I have at the moment without the compass. It's not safe to be landing planes in London given the current state of things, and we can always go back to the storage unit for swords once we gather people. ❞ Her decision was made. She gave the others a determined look before pushing aside her near empty plate.

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"I'm guessing you're looking for Araquiel. What do you want?"

That was quite the welcome that they got. Very right to the point with this guy it seemed, well at least that would shorten some time that they spent here. Which'll be good in the long run for sure.

"Don't bother beating around the bush. Let's get to the point. I've lost my patience for strangers."

"Well, amigo, we're gathering angels to beat up that bandaged up bitch and her crew. You in or out?"

That's one way to explain a situation. Not that it would guarantee that he would help them, though it would still be pretty amazing if he actually agreed after hearing that. Though that was highly unlikely, he didn't seemed like the kind of guy to agree to a bullshit explanation like that.