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Morning soon arrived and to the surprise of Alistair something interesting occurred. Alistair was truly hoping to at least get some sparing in to his day and Samuel was quite the perfect opponent, but nonetheless something occurred in the little ladies' room and Alistair merely walked by and observed. It was interesting, he didn't really hide himself, but he did try to stay out of the way so his presence didn't change anything. When he got bored he moved on and soon enough their journey began.

Grasping the cane in his hand he nonchalantly sat in the limo as it moved on to Henrik's house. He figured this was a waste of time, but he did have time to spare and he was willing to see how the others would fare with the man. Henrik didn't wish to leave his wife, but Alistair was quite curious to see just what the others would do.

Soon enough the others walked out and the discussion with Henrik began. Henrik was as pleasant as ever, dare he say the man was even more pleasant then their last encounter. Alistair merely stood behind the group and merely observed like he said he would do. Leaning on his pimp cane named PimpyMcPimpster, Alistair noticed the gaze of Henrik and merely closed his eyes and gave him a childish smile "Tempy sends her regards" Alistair said nonchalantly.

 

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

He had hoped that everything would go off with a hitch. He had hoped that no one would say anything stupid. He had hoped that this would be over quickly. "Tempy sends her regards." And then this asshole decides to open his mouth. Upon hearing this, his gaze shifted over to Moneybags. You stupid son of a bitch...

After that, the guy mentioned something about his wife and Bandages turning up in a couple of days. Though that didn't really matter to him at the moment. Right now, his focus was on Moneybags. His anger was slowly intensifying as he looked at him.

"O-oh, well... w-w-we can understand that..." the timid voice said.

Suddenly, no longer able to keep his anger in check, Sam grabbed Moneybags by the collar and dragged him away from the others. After a taking him a good distance from them, he held the guy right in front of him. "What the hell's the big idea, dumbass? Are you trying to fuck this up?"

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

"My wife's pregnant. I won't leave her alone." He paused. "Temeluchas is likely to come back because of that. While you lot are running about, she'll be knocking on my front door." Henrik thought about it for a moment. "At the current rate...I'd give it two or three days before she turns up." That did sound rather bad, but what were they to do about that? They couldn't just up and suggest she come with then. That wouldn't be any good, for a normal person to be traveling with their rag tag group of angels.

"Ha! Caring about another person so much. What a joke!"

"Thiiiiiiiiissss~ is so booooooorrrriiiiiiiiiiinnnngggg~."

"O-oh, well... w-w-we can understand that..." Joslyn answered.

"Feh! Whatever."

Suddenly, Sam grabbed Alistair and dragged him away from them. He stopped several feet from the house and pulled Alistair in front of himself.

"Ooooooooooh~ is something exciting going to haaaaaappeeeeeeennn~?" Joslyn had no idea, but she had hoped that at the very least it wouldn't be too bad.

"What the hell's the big idea, dumbass? Are you trying to fuck this up?"

 

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Richard was going along with this man's stupid fist fighting thing like he said. He had found his weakness in only ever really wanting to fence, and seeing as Richard did seem to be able to go that much harder than a normal person could, and he didn't have perfect control over that mist fire yet so that would seem really strange if that suddenly popped out in the midst of a bout. So Richard was really left no other alternative at the moment. Granted it wasn't like it was all bad. If there was thing good to be had from fist fighting with this man it was that it gave him more opportunities to pummel the cocky asshat to the ground. Or at least it would've been if the man wasn't so unreasonably strong and for some unknown reason giving him tips that seemed to be helpful.

Things like correcting his stance, correcting his punches to make them proper, correcting just about everything he did wrong. The entire time during the fight a mix of mist and steam could be seen coming from Richard's body. Mist from him passively using his powers and steam coming from his oddly heated body. It wasn't a mystery that his body would start to feel really hot after the workout he had been doing, but to be steaming seemed a bit odd. Nevertheless the fighting continued and Richard kept going strong. While fire did sporadically appear on his fists, it was never consistent enough for him to be saying he could make complete proper use of it, and furthermore it was just really draining right now.

When Richard had finally ran out of water bottles to drink through and was clearly taking the toll from using all his newfound power against the man, the man finally called it off. Richard was rather indifferent to the end of their little brawl and just decided to go home, albeit his body wasn't holding up that well from the intensity of his new found training partner, but home he did make it. After eating two frozen dinners and drinking two more water bottles Richard was finally able to crash and passed out on his couch again.

 

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Cassandra had never really asked about what happened before she was picked up by Hana in Albany. So her summary about all that had happened was extremely helpful. Sure, it wasn't a detailed description of each day, but as long as Cassie knew what had gone on, it helped.​

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After Hana's summary, Hay Sun and, as Cassandra remembered, Jun Tae had started to bicker. Cassandra listened and it reminded her of her relationship with her cousins because she didn't have a sibling herself. Then Cassandra realized she didn't know if Hay Sun and Jun Tae were siblings, it was just something assumed. She didn't bother asking though.​

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❝ 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. ❞​

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Cassandra watched Hana push away her mostly finished plate of food and Cassandra nodded slightly and spoke, "Do you think they'd stick around in um..." she looked over at Brandon, "Norway? Yes..." she looked back at Hana and continued, "Norway long enough for us to find them afterwards? Or are we going to assume they are heading to England afterwards?"​

 

[/url] It was quite funny to think that Henrik believed that traveling with them would be able to delay an encounter from Temeluchas, if anything this would turn out to be quite the opposite. He closed his eyes calmly, but then a sudden force grasped the collar of his shirt and Alistair merely raised his eyebrow as he was dragged off to who knew where

"What the hell's the big idea, dumbass? Are you trying to **** this up?"

Once he realized just why the grumpy man pulled him away, Alistair merely closed his eyes and smiled "Come now, anger is such a petty thing...to be set off by something like that so easily is quite pathetic...Henrik didn't react...yet you did...I find it quite humorous..." Alistair said with a small chuckle before staring back at Samuel with his eyes narrowed and smirked "well then...what now?" Alistair said. His words were fuel to the fire, but he wanted this, he wanted entertainment....

 

Samuel Riviera
DAY: 26 - 4/4 | DATE: October 17th, 2013 [Thursday] | LOCATION: In front of Brandt Residence

"Come now, anger is such a petty thing...to be set off by something like that so easily is quite pathetic...Henrik didn't react...yet you did...I find it quite humorous..." Moneybags said with a small chuckle before staring back at Sam with his eyes narrowed and smirked "well then...what now?" Sam smiled and let go of his shirt. He backed up a bit and moved his shoulder around to loosen it up.

"What now, you ask? Well, right now, I need an outlet for my anger, and you look like the perfect punching bag." His neck made popping sounds as he bobbed it from side to side. The sound of him cracking his knuckles followed. The desire to hit something had been building up for a while now, and now the opportunity to satisfy it came. He would not let this go to waste.

Sam assumed a fighting stance. "Let's go!" He rushed at him, putting his arm out to perform a clothesline against him. Whatever happened, this should be good enough to satisfy the itch for at least a little while.

 

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The force to his innocent clothes was soon released and the brute that had grabbed them soon backed away from him. The inevitable response was predictable and Alistair expected a fight, but the fact that he let go and let him prepare himself was unexpected. That was something that Alistair could actually respect about the man, but right now he had to prepare himself.

Placing one hand out, he signaled for the brute to come at him. Placing both hands in his pockets Alistair merely crouched slightly down as he prepared for the incoming foe. The foe rushed forward and Alistair just waited as Samuel closed in. Once the arm closed to him, Alistair acted and crouched further and dashed ahead. Now behind Samuel, Alistair twisted his body to face him while raising his leg and sending it at the back of Samuel.

 

Samuel Riviera
DAY: 26 - 4/4 | DATE: October 17th, 2013 [Thursday] | LOCATION: In front of Brandt Residence

Moneybags had ducked under his arm and kicked him in the back. Sam caught himself with his arms and pushed himself back up. This was certainly relieving his boredom, though his itch wouldn't go away until he connected with an actual hit. He turned to face his opponent and took on his stance once again. I'll make sure to enjoy this as much as I can.

He dashed in again and this time did a sweep kick, making use of his forward momentum to add power to his kick. As he moved, he started to think about what moves he could do next. He would need to be able to react to Moneybags according to how he moved. His current condition wasn't exactly ideal, and his shoulder hasn't fully recovered, so he figured that he'd have to rely on kicks a lot more than punches.

 

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After the kick he preformed to Samuel did it's job, Alistair's smirk merely grew as he saw the man recover so fast. He was pleased to see the fight continue and for his opponent not to be outdone by a simple maneuver such as this. Once again Alistair prepared himself for the next attack but to his surprise he was slow and the sweeping kick hit it's mark

As he fell backwards, Alistair removed his hands and fell to the ground. The very moment he hit the ground a smirk crept across his face. This pain was nothing like Lu's, but it was a satisfying one that made him feel alive. Maybe what he felt was not pain but a sense of thrill. Regardless, after less than a second after hitting the ground, Alistair quickly rolled to the side and recovered onto his legs in an attempt to avoid any follow-up attacks. With a smirk Alistair merely brushed the bangs of hair out of his eyes "Come now! don't stop the fun!" Alistair said before once again signalling his opponent to come at him before returning his hands into his pockets.

 

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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 ※ 4/4 ✚ DATE ※ 10/17/2013 ✚ LOCATION ※ ROME, ITALY
OOC ※ YES, CSTAR, I DID SEE YOUR POST. THIS ONE IS FROM YESTERDAY. I'M LAZY.​

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THERE was little room left for discussion on the new group's goal after Hana stopped talking at the café, and since Leo wasn't the leader of the operation for once, he had no objections to it, but would, as always, seek a best way to benefit himself [ and Hay Sun, if he absolutely had to ] from the situation.

What Hana had said about Samuel made him laugh. He had no doubt in his mind that a first match between the two of them would be his victory, simply because he was more clever. There was no argument that, by far, Abbadon was more powerful than he was, but without control, power was nothing. A reckless, destructive machine would always be reckless and destructive.

There was a hotel near the hospital that looked expensive, but fifteen minutes spent on his phone had a ridiculous amount of money wired to an Italian bank account under an obscure alias, and then two cabs were picking them up from the restaurant. As soon as they got there, Leo booked them for the night and split the rooms as so; he and Hay Sun, Hana and Cassandra, and then Brandon got his own room, though it was connected to the room Hay Sun and he shared.

⎧Don't be idiotic.⎭ Leo had told him before closing the door for the night.

After setting his bag down in the corner of the room and changing into pajamas, he told the pilot of the jet about their trip to England tomorrow. Hay Sun was uncommonly quiet; he at least expected her to raise hell once they were alone, or try to kill him. To his surprise, after she had changed into her own pajamas he provided, she had climbed into bed and was asleep.

He stood up from the chair in the corner and set his phone on the nightstand between their beds. One long look at her face made him sigh. Leo couldn't remember the last time they had slept in the same room. Whenever it was, it was before their mom died, and after that, he had moved out of the house, out of Paris, out of France. Truth be told, he couldn't quite remember the reason, but it had something to do with Hana's first visit. That knowledge gave him something to focus on, something to work for, and it kept him from despairing over their beloved mother's passing.

He really did miss her.

Leo didn't know what Hay Sun was expecting out of him, but things weren't going to be sparkles and rainbows between them, maybe not ever. They would simply have to settle for having a mutual understanding of watching each other's backs.

He changed into night clothing, and then climbed into bed. He wasn't tired, but he closed his eyes anyway.​

ιllιlı.ıl L lııl E lııl O lıιllιlı.​

 

Samuel Riviera
DAY: 26 - 4/4 | DATE: October 17th, 2013 [Thursday] | LOCATION: In front of Brandt Residence

The kick had gotten him and he fell over onto the ground. Ah, the satisfaction. Though almost as quickly as he fell down, he rolled away and got back up. Moneybags was good, though he never had a doubt about that. After all, they met him as he was fighting off some zombies, so it's only natural he'd be able to fight. "Come now! don't stop the fun!" He motioned for him to come at him before shoving his hands back into his pockets.

"Hah, smug bastard!" Sam rushed at him once again, this time lifting up his knee to hit his gut. This was so much fun, it was great. He wondered if this guy thought the same thing. They would have something in common if he did. Whatever the case, this guy knew how to fight, and it was so entertaining. He didn't even care where they were anymore, this was just too good.

 

BRANDON HARRISON:
///Day 26 (4/4)\\\///Thursday October 17th 2013\\\///Location: Hotel\\\///Mood: Sleepy Time\\\

Brandon had been thoroughly alright with how things had gone today. He had successfully informed on what the hell was actually going on now a days and was actually probably able to hold onto his goal even more now. No longer was it just getting angel powers because they were cool, no now it was because he had to help save the world. Being cool was just a little bit of a side thing. Once the gang had decided on what they were going to do they left the restaurant and found there way to a good old hotel. It was quite the nice place, probably not as nice as the Norway one, or maybe more nice...he didn't really know, but it was nice regardless. Once there he got the keys to his room and was about to go when Lion said something very odd to him.

⎧Don't be idiotic.⎭

Brandon was confused a bit by this. When had he been idiotic to warrant such a comment? It was mystery to the young boy. Regardless he said goodnight to the grumpy man and the three females of the gang, and went off to his room. He didn't quite know how to spend his night, it's like it had been particularly stressful so he bounced his tennis ball off the wall before it got boring. Really one could only bounce around a ball for so long. With that done, he went off to bed and slept the night away.

 

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This was all too much fun, the world could screw itself for all he cared, right now it was just him and Samuel duking it out like men. Samuel knew what he was doing and this could only excite Alistair even further as Samuel marched forward to continue their fight. Samuel rushed forward and send his knee to his gut, but Alistair was quick and rose his knee in response. Both knees collided with force and whatever pain that occurred from the clash only strengthened him.

He was right to pick a fight with Samuel. Even though this wasn't what he expected it was something he knew he wouldn't regret at all. Removing his right hand from his pocket as the knees faced off, Alistair clenched his fist and reeled it back. Not holding back he sent the first forward at Samuel, not holding back. To hold back would bring boredom to the fight.

 

(Ooc: my computer isn't functioning. Posting from tablet.)

Hana was disappointed to hear that the couldn't leave Rome immediately. It seemed luke she could never make good memories in this city. She had little to no choice about staying with her bag currently being located in Norway. She was to room with Cassandra. It made little difference to her what person she shared a room with. Eventually, after doing some work on the hotel's complimentar computer, she went to bed. The place was less tyan inconspicuous. It left uer feeling edgy, but she wasn't the one providing the rooms for once, si she didn't complain.

 

Samuel Riviera
DAY: 26 - 4/4 | DATE: October 17th, 2013 [Thursday] | LOCATION: In front of Brandt Residence ==> Luxurious Hotel in Stevanger, Norway

As he drove his knee towards him, Moneybags brought his own knee forward and they clashed. Pain rushed through him, though that didn't inhibit him in the slightest. Then, Moneybags pulled his hand out of his pocket and punched Sam. It made full contact with his cheek and he stepped back a bit. He could tell he wasn't holding back. The more they fought, the more he started to respect Moneyba- no, Alistair. It was great, the excitement of the fight, and when that hit landed, he knew that Alistair was getting the same enjoyment out of the fight he was. That was something he could respect.

Before the fight could continue, he heard something coming from the house. That's right, they were there to visit that guy. Well, judging from the fact that he just shut his door on them, they didn't exactly leave a good impression. Not that two men getting into a fight was a first good impression by any stretch of the imagination. Whatever, since they had no business there anymore, it seemed like they should go back to the hotel. No point in keeping all of those people waiting for them to finish a fight. It might've gone on for a good thirty minutes at the least.

Sam sighed. "Well, that was fun, but unfortunately it has to end now." He smirked as he walked passed Alistair and tapped him on the shoulder.

On the way back to the hotel, the pale girl had asked him if he was alright. He told her that a couple hits here and there was nothing, especially considering what had happened to him several days before. She just sat back and looked all worried.

Once they were back at the hotel, he saw a note on one of the doors. He went up to it and read.

That stupid kid. So he was gone to god knows where with Mr. Know-it-all asshole. Great. Well he could deal with him if he wants to, so whatever. He crumpled up the note and went into his room where he quickly fell asleep.

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Joslyn Taylor Jones
DAY: 26 - 4/4 | DATE: October 17th, 2013 [Thursday] | LOCATION: In front of Brandt Residence ==> Luxurious Hotel in Stevanger, Norway

Back at the hotel, she went back to her room, still a little worried about Sam's well-being. Even though he said it was nothing, it looked incredibly painful.

"Maaaaaaaaan~ I would not want to get into a scuffle with either of those guuuuuuyyyyyyyssss~"

"Yeah. That Sam guy looked so strong..."

"Oooooooooh~ please, you couldn't stop looking at his muscles like a little schooooooooooollllgiiiiirrrrrllll~"

"Oh shut up, dumbass! You gawk at Joslyn when she showers, so don't even talk!"

"Weeeeeeeeellllllllll~ fuck you toooooooooooo~" The bickering had started up once again, though that comment from Tessa just now made her even more conscious of herself whenever she takes showers. They weren't able to fully convince Henrik to come with them, though that was most likely because Hana wasn't there. If she was there, they would've had a much better chance at convincing him to come. No changing that now. She fell onto the bed and fell asleep with the TV on.

 

Just before the fight had started, Shane made sure to take a few step back away from the two. Last thing he wanted was to be dragged into something that he had nothing to do with. Due to the whole zombie incident back at London, he already knew that Sam could handle himself in a fight. Though Alistair was a different story. There was already plenty of things about this guy that he wasn't expecting and soon enough 'fighting ability' was added to the list.

Eventually Henrik decided to intervene on their little battle and left them out there. Guess they could chalk this up as a failure. Meh, not much that could be done about it now so he followed behind the others as they went back towards the hotel. Once there Shane headed back to his room. After that he pretty much just got himself ready to get some sleep and did so not to long afterward.

 

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---Date: Thursday, October 17th, 2013 ---Day: 26 | 4/4 --- Interaction: God Squad II --- City: Rome --- OOC: - - -​

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Cassandra half expected to have left for England as soon as they were done with that meal. But it wasn't the case. Hana and her ended up sharing a room. Hana had been gone doing something she really didn't nose in about, and she sat in her bed twirling Hasah around in her fingers.​

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Finally she put the wand down and layed down in bed and went to sleep, although she wasn't as exhausted as the previous night.​

 

[/url]The pain was exquisite and Alistair was more than ready to continue their fight. Samuel was far from over and so was Alistair. Excitement boiled up and he couldn't help but respect the man before him. It was a kinship that only true brawlers could really understand. Samuel wasn't backing down and so wasn't Alistair. Before he could continue their match the voice of Henrik made itself known and left a bitter taste. It was dull but the fight soon came to an end.

Closing his eyes with a sigh, Alistair merely let out a chuckle as Samuel spoke to him and passed him. With that they really had no real purpose in staying here any longer and after they returned to the limo. The trip was short, but they returned to their hotel and after that he merely relaxed in his bed and drifted off to sleep