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Samuel Riviera
DAY: 32 - 1/4 | DATE: October 23rd, 2013 [Wednesday] | LOCATION: Hotel in Berlin, Germany

Red sat there in silence for a couple of minutes. She really didn't think this through, did she? He was trying his best not to just fall asleep on her. She looked up at him, meeting his gaze and looked away. Then she licked her lips and brushed her hair out of the way. "Thanks for carrying me around everywhere the last couple of days."

"Mhm. Sure." He said as he fought back a yawn.

She turned to look at him again. "I'm surprised you didn't let Harbonah get to you. She was offering you an out. You could mindlessly destroy whatever you wanted sithout having to worry about those urges." Sam looked at her for a few moments, thinking about what to say to that. In truth, he hadn't really thought all that much about that. Being able to fight those possessed humans was good for letting off steam. Now that they weren't going to be fighting many of those things anymore, he wouldn't have an outlet.

"Guess I really didn't think that one through." Sam was starting to nod off. "I didn't really think about those urges when I was fighting those things." He forced himself to keep his head up and sighed. "To be honest, I just stabbed her because she pissed me off." A yawn managed to escape him. "I didn't think about that at all. Well, I guess we can deal with that when the time comes." He rested his head against her shoulder, not being able to hold it up anymore. "And... there are urges... just, not the ones you're thinking of."

 

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Wednesday, October 23rd, 2013 | Day 32: 1/4 | Music | Location: Berlin, Germany | ooc:​

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Adam had finally gotten himself to be able to walk with Semyaza. He wasn't entirely sure why it was so difficult in the first place but he was walking now. The two were really silent as they walked down the landscape, and it constantly made Adam feel awkward. They were both in the company of each other but no words were being exchanged.
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"U-um, so what are we going to do?"
"Thought you'd never ask!"
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Semyaza snapped their fingers and Adam stopped moving. Semyaza looked around at their location and whispered to themself.
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"This is a good enough spot..."
"What the hell!"
"So naturally, I still have many issues with you. I expect flaws, I can't expect perfection... but there are some things that are not going to work if we keep doing this."
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Semyaza grabbed Adam's arm and turned it over and traced a line on it, the wound that was there was gone, but as soon as Semyaza traced their finger it appeared again bleeding. Adam gritted his teeth and flinched trying to pull his arm away but he couldn't. When Semyaza let go they snapped their fingers again. Adam felt his muscles able to move again, and he quickly rubbed his arm. After a moment he punched Semyaza in the face with his left hand.
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Seconds later, Adam's eyes widened and he grabbed his nose,​

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"Ow OW. Shit that-"
"I expected that reaction..."
"Why did you reopen the wound on my arm?"
"Why did you punch me in the face?"
"Because you reopened my wound."
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Semyaza kicked up dirt and released a small chuckle,​

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"It was a wound you inflicted."
"That doesn't give you the right to!"
"You are right. It doesn't. But sometimes, people unintentionally open up wounds. There are many ways to respond to it. You can either harm them back, but hurt yourself as you do so. Or, you can forgive them, and find new ways to patch up the wound so it never happens again."​

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They backed away from the boy and spoke,​

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"Those aren't the only two ways, they are just the most general. So how is your nose pretty boy?"
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Adam gritted his teeth and ran at Semyaza, he punched them in the face again and felt his own shoot up in pain as a response. Either way, he kept on doing this, and Semyaza continued to stand there, unmoving as Adam kept punching them.
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"You asshole, stop hurting me! I am getting tired of you cutting me open!"
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At one point, Adam got Semyaza in the jaw, and Semyaza pushed Adam away and to the ground. Adam sat there holding his face in pain and Semyaza adjusted their jaw.
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"Well, that one hurt."
"You fucking..."
"So how do you feel?"
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Adam was still covering his face, he didn't want to say it, but he felt broken, he felt something rushing out of his nose and everything in his face hurt horrifically.
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"I should probably have told you this before, but because I am part of you, hurting me only hurts you more. I am in pain right now because you punched me, but I can suffer it because I provoked you. Can you handle your own inflicted pain? Apparently not..."​

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Samuel was yawning, clearly still tired. She shouldn't have woke him. "I didn't think about that at all. Well, I guess we can deal with that when the time comes." That was true. They could always deal with it later, but that risked skmething bad happening when the time came. He rested his head against her shoulder and his hair tickled her neck. "And... there are urges... just, not the ones you're thinking of."

Hana's face flushed scarlet and she was suddenly over heating in her sweater. She glanced the top of his head out of the corner of her eye and quickly looked away. "Don't talk stupid," she chided before sighing. "Go back to sleep." It didn't seem like he needed to be told twice. Hana pursed her lips and let the warmth of his head on her shoulder fill her. He had been supporting her since they regrouped in Northampton. She could support his head for a few hours while he slept. The warmth seemed to blanket her into a state of grogginess that soon led to yawning on her own part. Hana patted her mouth and shut her eyes, resting her cheek against the top of his black hair. She could use a few more hours of sleep as well.

Her thoughts drifted to Rome -- past and present. If Hay Sun hadn't managed to start that fire, would they still be trapped there? Would anyone have come to find them? She wondered what kind of state they would have been in by the time their whereabouts were discovered. It sent a shiver down her spine and she inched closer to the brute beside her. Things had changed again. It wasn't like she was trying to restore the Abaddon that had once showed signs of affection towards her, she just wanted him to be able to live without having to cause mayhem. Would history repeat itself? It usually did and she prayed at the church earlier that he wouldn't have to die a second time for the cause. He should be allowed at least one full life cycle.

 

W E A R I N G ✖ W R I T I N G ✖ M U S I C
MOOD ※ SIGH ✖ DAY 32 ※ 1/4 ✖ DATE ※ 10/22/2013 ✖ LOCATION ※ BERLIN, GERMANY
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Hay Sun rubbed at her face, almost violently. She was tired today, and that was more so than the last two weeks . . . She had been almost hysterical yesterday, save for the fact that she didn't talk to anyone and stayed in a completely different area of the jet they had come to Berlin in. Somehow, she landed her own room at the hotel Jun Tae hooked the group up at, but she thought he did that on purpose.

At least he had so she could lament in silence. The loss of Cass was . . . hard, she thought to say, but it really wasn't. It was more like it was stressful because there was something special about the position of Metatron. As long as Metatron was around, there was a chance that maybe they could come in contact with Father, though despite everything, Hay Sun wasn't sure she wanted to talk to that asswipe right now. Uriel didn't try to reason with her, as the neither of them felt on good terms with the man upstairs – and she didn't want to talk to fucking Red about it because Hay Sun had to face it – she didn't feel like putting up with that bullshit about having faith in Father.

Honestly, Hay Sun thought that the old man was probably vacationing somewhere because this little uprising the favorite son was staging was not his problem. What a joke.

It was probably better not to be sitting with her legs dangling over the edge of a ten-story hotel's roof, but she felt a bit at piece here. Her shoes beat rhythmically against the wall.

It was weird to think about how home was just over a thousand kilometers from where she was sitting. If she started walking now, maybe she would get there in two days. If she stole a car, maybe she would get there in just half a day. At first, it was about being different from the world around her, but now it was . . . trying to become this savior of a world she really didn't care about. Maybe all Hay Sun wanted was to go home. To wear that stupid uniform again and have picnics during lunch with her intrusive, loud, comforting friends.

This weird, fucked up world-tour where she ended up in Mexico, fought thugs in the US, got into plane crashes in the middle of the Atlantic, got drugged and kidnapped and then ended up in a fucking whorehouse in Rome, started liking an ex-convict in a dumb, more-than-partners-in-crime way, met her estranged brother after five or six years . . . When Pretty Boy whisked her away to join Red's God Squad, she didn't know what to expect, but even this, maybe, went beyond anything she could have thought of.

. . . On the bright side, she thought, least she was wearing fresh clothing.

Honestly, Hay Sun kind of wanted to go home.​

 

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Danel landed on the roof behind Hay Sun. His wings folded together neatly behind his back and he walked silently over to her. "So this is where you're hiding." he said as he came to a stop at her side. His face was lacking emotion as he took a seat beside her, his own legs dangling off the roof as well. "I don't think we've actually met yet." Danel turned to face her and gave a small smile. "I like your scarf Hay Sun." It's awfully dangerous for a young girl to be sitting on the roof like this, all alone. "I'm not here to hurt you or anything. I just came to talk." He held up his hands defensively and slid away from her, putting room between the both of them.

A smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth, knowing more than Uriel. "I know where Ariel is." He clicked his tongue to the roof of his mouth and studied the look on her face. "If you care that is ... If not I can always leave, but I must say, you look awfully tired Hay Sun. Are you getting tired of this yet?" He looked at her questioningly and leaned a little further out from the ledge. His wings extended fully behind his back and he soaked up the morning light.

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[/url] He was up bright and early and things had changed for the white suit aristocrat. Rising from where he slept he made no sound and he prepared himself for his next move. Eyes closed he placed his jacket over his shoulder and with a fierce tug he pulled Iris along with him whether the girl was ready or not.

Out the hotel and standing outdoors where the frigid winds could assault him, Alistiair merely walked on without a care in the world to his next destination. There were two places that his target could be, either the homeless shelter or the very same place he met him for the first time.

His first decision seemed to be the best decision, instantly finding the boy at his workplace. It was amusing to see that the boy was merely going on with his life without a care in the world. The boy was in sight, and with the work being done they really took no heed to the aristocrat. He rose his finger and pointed it like a gun at the boy and narrowing his eyes. A small blade shot out of the fingertip and headed straight at the boy's shoulder. For the other workers this would be quite the odd occurrence, but for the amnesiac he would understand quite well if the blade hits. With his red bangs of hair covering his eyes, Alistair brought up his finger to his lip as a smirk crept across his face

 

W E A R I N G ✖ W R I T I N G ✖ M U S I C
MOOD ※ SIGH ✖ DAY 32 ※ 1/4 ✖ DATE ※ 10/22/2013 ✖ LOCATION ※ BERLIN, GERMANY
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Hay Sun felt the presence before she saw it. That anyone came to talk to her was annoying as hell, but the person wasn't anyone she recognized and so she was immediately on guard.

❝So this is where you're hiding.❞

The person, a man, was standing next to her now.

STAY CALM. BREATHE. IT'S DANEL.

Danel . . . Hay Sun recognized the name from passing, and then when Pretty Boy first talked to her. Danel was a Dark Angel. She mentally narrowed her eyes because what was he doing here? Now the asshole was sitting next to her. Okay, sure, go on ahead, make yourself at home. Yeah, that's fine.

❝I don't think we've actually met yet.❞ While he looked at her, she kept her electric eyes forward while repeating in her mind Don't lose your shit. Don't lose your shit. Don't lose your shit. ❝I like your scarf, Hay Sun.❞

❝Cut to the chase, Danel.❞ Hay Sun said with an even tone.

❝I'm not here to hurt you or anything. I just came to talk.❞ At least he moved away from her. She rolled her eyes anyway, not feeling in the slightest bit of danger at all. In fact, she really just felt like she could level all of Berlin at the moment.

❝I know where Ariel is.❞

Hay Sun's head snapped in his direction, her eyes almost glowing white. Her face was placid with minuscule lines of stress, anxiety, and anger. Don't lose your shit. Don't lose your shit. STAY CALM. IT'S CLEAR HE WANTS TO MANIPULATE YOU. WE DO NOT NEED HIM TO FIND ARIEL.

❝If you care that is . . . If not, I can always leave, but I must say, you look awfully tired Hay Sun. Are you getting tired of this yet?❞

And then the prick made a show of opening his wings, and Hay Sun remembered the time Pretty Boy had wrapped his around her, protectively. That had been nice. She had felt warm. Sleepy, too, but mostly warm.

❝Of course I care, asshole. You shouldn't talk so freely. Korea is a good place to learn some manners.❞ she told him, nearly snapping. Not that she was really one to talk about manners. ❝What do you really want, Danel?❞ Hay Sun missed her wings.​

 

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LEON HAD BEEN BUSY HURLING GIANT FISH INTO STALLS. HIS FOCUS WAS ON THE TASK AT HAND AND HIS PALE GOLDEN EYES NEVER LEFT THE BIN. SOMETHING SHARP PIERCED HIS SHOULDER AND HE DROPPED THE LARGE FISH TO BRACE HIMSELF. LEON SHIFTED HIS GAZE TO HIS SHOULDER AND CLUTCHED THE HILT OF THE KNIFE. HE HAD BEEN AWESTRUCK BY THE ATTACK AND LOOKED UP TO SEE THE MAN WITH RED HAIR NOT TOO FAR AWAY. HIS HAND WAS IN THE SHAPE OF A GUN AND LEON'S GOLDEN EYES WIDENED FURTHER.

THIS ALISTAIR MAN HAD JUST ATTACKED HIM IN FRONT OF EVERYONE. THERE WAS A SHARP PAIN IN HIS SHOULDER AND WARM RED LIQUID WAS SLOWLY STARTING TO TRICKLE DOWN. HE WRENCHED THE KNIFE FROM HIS BODY AND FELT THE BLOOD FLOW FASTER. LEON THREW THE BLADE DOWN INTO THE STREET AND GRIPPED HIS SHOULDER. BLOOD WAS SOAKING THROUGH THE FABRIC ON THE JACKET AND THE OTHER WORKERS WERE SHOUTING AT HIM. LEON IGNORED THEM ALL AND MARCHED OVER TO ALISTAIR AND IRIS.

"WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM?!" HE ASKED. HIS CHEEKS WERE BRIGHT RED AND THE COLD WAS NIPPING AT HIS NOSE. HIS SHOULDER HURT SOMETHING FIERCE AND HE WOULD NO DOUBT HAVE TO GO BACK TO THE HOSPITAL. "YOU SAID I COULD LEAVE AND THAT'S WHAT I DID. I TOLD YOU I WASN'T GOING TO BE YOUR FRIEND SO WHY ARE YOU HERE?" HE WAS ANGRY AND EVEN MORE SO, ANNOYED.

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Her eyes were alive with life and filled with fire. It was always interesting to see Uriel worked up. "Of course I care, asshole. You shouldn't talk so freely. Korea is a good place to learn some manners." Hay Sun snapped, "What do you really want, Danel?"

"Nothing get's past you, eh love?" He laughed to himself and folded his wings behind his back once more. Danel leaned back on the roof. There wasn't a guest access door, so however she managed to make her way up here was impressive, but Uriel never seemed to be the type that was stopped simply by the lack of a door. "I want the location to Leviathan. Keep in mind, Temeluchas already knows where Ariel is and is taking care of him." He looked her in the eyes and raised a brow. Danel turned his gaze away and looked out on the city. "I like Germany. The Nazis were a well organized people. Efficient too. So many people died." he said casually.

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[/url]Sal had woken up that morning to just go on with his life as usual. Today wasn't one of his street musician days, though even it were it'd be too late for him to go out now according to his usual schedule anyway. So today he just walked into the kitchen to go and get some breakfast. He pulled out a bowl and got some cereowl to eat. As he began slowly eating his meal he wasn't entirely sure what to do today. Sure had something planned, he always did, but he felt it was only going to serve to bore him. He had been following his same schedule for a good amount of time now, so it started to become a bit mundane to him. Maybe it was time to get going somewhere else.

He had went back to his room to go see what he should do here. Looking at a map of Europe he grabbed a dart, closed his eyes, and threw it. Opening his eyes, he saw just where the dart had landed. Italy. Interesting. It'd been awhile since the last time he'd been there. Well there was no time like the present and early morning was the greatest time to get started on such a journey. Packing pretty minimally, despite the fact the length of his trip was going to be like a week or so, he decided to get going on with his journey.

Before that though he needed to tell his folks about it. For some reason they never really seemed to care when he left for such journey's and not to mention he was free of having to pay rent when he did. It wasn't like his parents were the most chilled and relaxed people, but they just seemed to not care too much about what he did. He just sort of had to ask and they just went along with it. Despite the fact that it was like this for most of his life, Sal himself even found it weird. Nonetheless they saw no problem with him doing this cross continental trip, even gave him some money for it and he decided to just go off to Italy. For fun.

 

Joslyn Taylor Jones
DAY: 32 - 1/4 | DATE: October 23rd, 2013 [Wednesday] | LOCATION: Hotel in Berlin, Germany

Joslyn yawned as she sat herself up in the bed. She rubbed her eyes and looked in the spot next to her to notice that Hana wasn't in the bed. "Huh?" Did she go out to get something? She looked around the room and saw that she was sleeping in the other bed, with Sam's head resting on her shoulder. "Huh? What's she doing in bed with Sam? She fell asleep in this bed... So... How did she...?"

"No way!"

"Doooooooooo~ you really think that they did iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit~?"

"Huh?"

"I have no idea... But I don't like it!"

"What are you talking about?"

"Nothing at all!" The tone in her voice was considerably harsher than normal.

"O-okay..." Still, she was wondering why she was in bed with Sam, though she didn't want to bother them. She glanced at the alarm clock and saw that it was around 9 AM now. Not sure what else she could do, Joslyn went into the bathroom to take a quick shower.

After finishing her shower she sat back down as she continued to dry her hair with a towel. She tried to make as little sound as possible, so that she wouldn't wake the two who were still sleeping. Joslyn was still curious about how Hana ended up in bed with Sam, but it wasn't that important, she guessed. She turned on the TV and tried to watch what was on the screen, though she couldn't understand any of it. With a towel sitting on top of her head, she lowered the volume of the TV so that it wouldn't be too loud.

 

W E A R I N G ✖ W R I T I N G ✖ M U S I C
MOOD ※ ANNOYED ✖ DAY 32 ※ 1/4 ✖ DATE ※ 10/22/2013 ✖ LOCATION ※ BERLIN, GERMANY
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❝Nothing gets past you, eh, love?❞

Hay Sun found she wasn't surprised at how fast Danel's demeanor had changed. She rolled her eyes again and returned to looking over the cityscape. ❝Today, Danel.❞ she said impatiently, feeling like jumping off the building and seeing if she could indeed fly if she put her mind to it.

❝I want the location to Leviathan. Keep in mind, Temeluchas already knows where Ariel is and is taking care of him.❞

Inwardly, Hay Sun was flaring with anger, wanting to claw out Danel's entire facial structure and then some. Leviathan? Jesus fucking Christ, what the hell made Danel think that she knew anything about where that monster was hiding? Honestly, if she had to peg a place, it'd be his ocean prison – didn't they know he had a giant cell at the bottom of the sea? If they didn't, she certainly wasn't spilling. Then again, Uriel didn't even know if he was still there. If things were ironic enough, Hay Sun might guess that he was at someplace like Sea World. Watch him having been reincarnated into fucking Shamu or something.

While she was thinking, Danel was saying something about the Nazis. Weirdo.

If Lucy didn't know where Leviathan was, that was a good thing, right? But here Danel was, threatening her with the fact – or lie – that Key Lime Pie already knew where Pretty Boy was. She coughed a laugh. ❝You're really trying to threaten me?❞ she asked him, ❝And – ❞ She sighed. ❝ – why would I even know where Leviathan was? Do I look like his keeper?❞

Why was it again that no one has offed Key Lime Pie? But if she was where Pretty Boy was, and they really knew . . . All she had to go on was a hunch, a distant connection that didn't make any sense and a set of dreams that were persistent. That was frustrating. She wasn't sure what to do now. She could fight Danel. She could kill Danel. She could get him to tell her where Pretty Boy was.

DON'T BE FOOLISH. DANEL WOULD NEVER DISCLOSE ARIEL'S LOCATION. IT WOULD NOT BE DIFFICULT TO FIND HIM ON OUR OWN, ESPECIALLY WITH RAZIEL'S HELP. Leo? Raziel, he had painstakingly explained to her, knew a lot of things about being an Angel Ranger, and doing all of this stuff; not to mention their history, powers, and other angels. If these assholes were gonna go to anyone, it should be her brother, not him – But there was a thing about that because she was kind of worried about him facing them. That dick could take care of himself, sure, but she was still worried and wouldn't put him in that position. DISMISS DANEL. WE HAVE NO BUSINESS WITH HIM.

❝I don't know where Leviathan is.❞ she answered eventually, more calmly and truthful. ❝Could you leave now? I really don't want to kill anyone today.❞ YOU'RE NOT AUTHORITATIVE ENOUGH. Well you try being authoritative after all the shit I've been through. I COULD CERTAINLY DO A BETTER JOB THAN YOU. Whatever.

❝IF YOU HAVE NO FURTHER BUSINESS AND DON'T INTEND TO TELL ME WHERE ARIEL IS, THEN YOU SHOULD MAKE YOURSELF SCARCE AROUND ME, DANEL.❞​

 

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Wednesday, October 23rd, 2013 | Day 32: 1/4 | Music | Location: Berlin, Germany | ooc:​

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Adam was still covering his face and controlling his breathing to help the pain fade away. Then he felt a hand on his shoulder, and he looked up to see Semyaza looking him straight in the eyes.​

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"Wow, you got a good punch in there. Did you break your nose? Don't worry, since this is all in your mind you won't have to wake up with it."​

"But if it is a dream, why do I feel the pain?"​

"Because you want to."​

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Adam looked at them confused as they pulled Adam up from the ground and then they walked a bit away from Adam and looked up towards the sky and made a small jump before then went back to the ground.​

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"What do you mean I want to feel pain?"​

"You want to feel pain because you want to believe this is real."​

"Isn't it?"​

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Semyaza turned back to Adam with a grin and spoke, "Fantastic question, now what is the answer?"​

Adam bit the inside of his cheek and then flinched at the pain it brought. He watched as Semyaza jumped again and he walked towards them, "Why are you doing that?"​

"Well it's the closest I can get to flying."​

"But... you're an angel... don't you have wings?"​

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Semyaza's eyes narrowed at him and they spoke with a powerful voice, "Do YOU have wings?"​

"No."​

"Then no. I don't."​

"But..."​

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Semyaza brought the palm of their hand to their forehead and let out a quick breath of air, "Do you not understand that I am a Fallen angel?"​

"But Harbonah and the others had wings."​

"Do Xathanael, Azazel, and the others have wings?"​

"Not that I am aware of."​

"They shouldn't."​

"Why?"​

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Semyaza stepped closer to Adam and replied, "Although the dark angels could technically be considered fallen angels, they aren't the fallen angels I am. This group you are currently with are. We were placed in reincarnation cycles, meant to forget, meant to simply fade away and take our punishment. Some angels accept it easier, others not as much. But we gain human hosts and lose our wings. It hurts really... it hurts more than you could ever imagine... having that freedom taken away from you."​

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Semyaza turned quickly and pulled up the back of their shirt and on their bare back layed two long scars, from where Adam only could assume the wings once connected with them. Semyaza put the shirt back down and turned back towards Adam, "Sometimes I am lucky, and get a reincarnation that does something involving flight. The last one I was with... I didn't communicate with them. Their name was Paul Benson, and they were a long time member of the American Air Force. He died at the beautiful age of 85 as a proud World War II veteran, a retired Lieutenant General... He inspired his two children to also join the military, and was well respected. He was a great man."​

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"That- that's wonderful but why are you tellin-"​

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"That reminds me while we are on that theme...before that I was with Rebecca Garrison. Oh she was an interesting one. I communicated once or twice with her, but not to this degree... she died at 74 years old. I happened to have two Americans in a row. She was one of those strong Woman's Rights Activist. She assisted lead in a couple of protests... Oh she would have been so proud if she lived 10 years longer... she would have seen all of her plan work come togethe-"​

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"Why are you telling me this?!"​

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Semyaza blinked at him and spoke, "It is rude to interrupt."​

"Why are you telling me these things?"​

"Well, you didn't notice the pattern with those two?"​

"They were American?"​

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Semyaza's face looked pained at the words he spoke and they shook their head, "I can't take you seriously..."​

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Adam looked in shock at the reaction Semyaza gave and he thought about the stories again. He couldn't figure it out and he shook his head, "I don't mean to sound stupid, but I don't know how these two are connected."​

"They both had leadership qualities you seem to lack."​

"But I'm only eightee-"​

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Semyaza quickly lifted their hand and one of the clouds in the sky was pulled down and wrapped around Adam's mouth, "So help me, if you use that excuse one more time, I will cut out your tongue. I am not kidding you. Age has NO say in the matter. You had the leadership qualities at one point, till you rolled over like a dog."​

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Semyaza pushed him over so Adam was laying on his side and Semyaza spoke up, "10-year-old Adam Pike found out his mother was having another attack due to her unfortunate disease that had no cure. Adam knew she needed her medicine to stop with the attack, but they didn't have it. He wasn't home, he was out and about the town with his two younger cousins Oliver and Rachel Smith. The kids freaked out, not knowing what to do. Adam told them to calm down and that everything found be okay, he told Rachel to run ahead to the hospital not too far away and say that they needed help. Adam and Oliver carried the mother as far as they could. People passing by saw their determination and joined in to help when Adam called for them to. They asked what they could do and he'd say "help carry her" "can you run and grab water?" "can you run ahead and hit the crosswalk button?" Adam got his mother there, she survived, he never felt more proud of himself."​

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Adam stared at Semyaza who clapped their hands together and spoke, "A command that even a grown up would listen to. When you want to help someone you care about. You do it. Or at least, you did."​

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Semyaza leaned down and sat next to Adam, "So, kiddo. What are you gonna do now?"​

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Adam looked away from Semyaza and replied, "Nothing..."​

"Nothing? I knocked you down."​

"It doesn't anger me as much as it makes me ashamed..."​

"Why ashamed?"​

"I used to be something completely different and look at me now..."​

"You honestly weren't that much different. It is just the way you have reacted to this that disappoints me."​

"Well what way were you expecting a kid to react to the death and possession of everyone he knows and loves? God forbid I have a breakdown and an emotional change... you couldn't have expected me to take it well..."​

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Semyaza stared at him for a bit longer, them smiled before they stood up, "I like this place, such a beautiful landscape... can we make this our meeting place?"​

"Huh?"​

"So we don't have to keep changing it, lets make it so this is our meeting place. You like it, I like it, why change again?"​

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Adam looked around again as he sat up, he did find it beautiful in a different way, especially the sky. After a moment he finally replied, "Sure. Why not."​

"So what shall we call it?"​

"Oh god, this isn't a pet or anything..."​

"Name it or it isn't yours."​

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Adam crossed his arms and shook his head, "I can't think of anything that isn't basic or just a complete ripoff of something already existing."​

"Just name it... quick. The thing at the top of your mind right now is the name!"​

"What? Why? No.. that wouldn't."​

"Out with it, what is on the top of your mind?"​

"My mom..."​

"Oh..."​

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Adam looked away from Semyaza and Semyaza bit their lip, "What was your mother's name?"​

"I'm not naming it after my mother, if you name it after a girl it is usually after a lover."​

"Fantastic, who do you love the most?"​

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Adam looked back with a face of complete confusion.​

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"You have had a technical romantic relationship with at least 6 girls, even if any were just in your head, who did you feel most connected to?"​

"...Bonnie."​

"Lovely... naming it after a dead angel..."​

"We don't-"​

"So this lovely place, that fills you with curiosity... although it is barren and lacking any form of fruit it still seems beautiful... could be ruthless even depending on the weather... that sounds about right..."​

"Please don't tell me we-"​

"So we shall meet up inside Harbonah."​

"The way you said that sounds so perverted."​

"We shall meet in this magical land of Harbonah."​

"Doesn't make it any-"​

"We ASSEMBLE and CONVERSE with one another on the barren lands of the magical world of Harbonah."​

"You are having way to much fun with this..."​

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Semyaza turned towards Adam and grinned, "We could just call it Har."​

"I don't rea-"​

"FANTASTIC."​

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Semyaza disappeared and reappeared again farther way than they were before, "What a beautiful place Har is! See you later kiddo!"​

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Adam watched as the angel disappeared again and Adam grabbed his face and closed his eyes.​

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Adam woke up groggily and stared at the ceiling, trying to get himself to move. He wanted to fall back asleep, because he didn't feel like he had slept. He let out a yawn and stretched before he managed to get himself upright.​

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He stared off for a minute or so before he noticed Brandon was up and moving and Adam let out half awake, "Mornin'."​

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He stretched again before he fell backwards, and curled up in the blanket. He was cold. Really, really cold. Then he realized he wasn't wearing his sweatshirt and freaked out. He quickly got out of bed and looked around the room for it. tossing up the blanket, walking around frantically, looking under the bed, walking into the bathroom to check to see if he left it there. He looked in the closet. He became super paranoid, he had it last night because he washed it, but he couldn't lose that sweatshirt.​

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He looked over at Brandon and spoke, "Do you see my hoodie around here?"​

 

[/url] "Did I not say I've been sent to kill you?" Alistair said calmly as he rose his hand and looked down at it "Did I not say we will move on with our lives? I broke the rules of my mistress and tried to help but you turned away....tis only fair we move on with what we originally had planned" Alistair said as he held his temples and let out a small chuckle "but then again I do always break the rules of my mistress...such a shame really..." Alistair said.

Passed the bangs of red hair, Alistair glanced at Leon with bright and sharp amber narrowed eyes. He rose his hand once more and many small blades pierced through the skin. Like small long scales, the blades covered is hand and Alistair merely pointed his finger at his prey "Allow me to introduce myself, my name is Azrael, Angel of Death...no hard feeling but this event shall push forth the wheels of fate" Alistair said as he rose his arm and swung downward at his opponent

 

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Danel leaves.​

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Brandon had certainly gotten a good night's sleep. Between Cas dying and Heinry's whole lone wolf going to save his wife debate that happened last night, it was all pretty draining. Thankfully the bed was comfortable enough to whisk him off into a world of merriment and fun. Really the only thing he could recall about his dream from last night was a white rose, though he had no idea what to make of that at all. Paying no mind to that at all though, Brandon got out of bed and started feeling a whole lot of anticipation inside him. He realized it was probably because they were going to meet a new fallen. It was always nice to have a new member of the gang, especially when Brandon was always so excited to see what their angel power thing was to begin with, and a new member meant they had a better chance at winning their fight. Sure he wouldn't be a Shane, a man of few actions and fewer words, or Cas, someone he barely knew in the slightest, but the new angel was hopefully going to be a great addition to their already fully functioning team.

After thinking about this stuff for a while Brandon noticed Adan had awoken. "Good morning." He gave a bit of a wave. Brandon went over to get his tennis racket and tennis ball to kill some time with. He started dribbling the ball on top of the racket when he noticed that Adan looked like he was in some sort of panic. He seemed to be looking all over the place for something but not coming up with any results at all. Eventually he asked Brandon if he'd seen his hoodie anywhere. "Hmmmm," Brandon thought on this for a moment. The last time he had seen Adan was when they got to the hotel. Brandon had fallen asleep so soon after getting here that he didn't even realize he and Adan were even sharing a room. Nonetheless the hoodie clearly wasn't in the room so Brandon decided to ask the obvious question. "I don't know, but were you doing anything before you went to bed. Like did you go somewhere and take it off or something at any time?"

 

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"Did I not say I've been sent to kill you?" ALISTAIR LIFTED HIS HAND. HE DID SAY THAT, BUT AFTER GIVING HIM THE OPTION TO LEAVE YESTERDAY, LEON THOUGHT IT MIGHT HAVE JUST BEEN SOME SORT OF JOKE OR SOMETHING -- HE HOPED IT HAD JUST BEEN A JOKE. "Did I not say we will move on with our lives?" HE DID. WHICH IS EXACTLY WHY LEON WAS BACK TO WORK TODAY. "I broke the rules of my mistress and tried to help, but you turned away....tis only fair we move on with what we originally had planned." NO. THE FAIR THING TO DO WOULD BE TO JUST LEAVE HIM ALONE UNTIL HIS FAMILY CAME TO CLAIM HIM. ALISTAIR HELD HIS TEMPLES AND CHUCKLED TO HIMSELF. THIS GUY WAS SERIOUSLY MESSED UP.

THERE WAS SHOUTING BEHIND HIM AND HE GLANCED BACK TO SEE ALL THE OTHER WORKERS HAVING STOPPED WHAT THEY WERE DOING. EVERYONE WAS WATCHING. THE FOREMAN LOOKED ANGRY AND WAS STORMING HIS WAY OVER. HE WOULD BE FIRED NO DOUBT. LEON IGNORED THE RUSSIAN WORDS BEING SHOUTED AT HIM. THE ONLY THING HE CARED ABOUT WAS THE RED HEAD SPEAKING ENGLISH.

"But then again, I do always break the rules of my mistress...such a shame really..." ALISTAIR SAID. WHAT WAS HE EVEN TALKING ABOUT ANYMORE.

"DUDE, CAN'T WE JUST BE COOL AND I GET BACK TO WORK? YOU JUST SAID WE COULD MOVE ON WITH OUR LIVES." HE TRIED TO REASON WITH THE MAN. THEY WERE DRAWING A CROWD AND LEON WAS FEARFUL FOR MORE THAN JUST HIMSELF. THERE WERE A LOT OF BYSTANDERS AROUND.

ALISTAIR LIFTED HIS HAND AGAIN AND SMALL BLADES BEGAN TO POKE OUT OF THE SKIN ON HIS ARMS. THE BLADES COATED HIS SKIN LIKE SCALES AND HE POINTED HIS HAND IN THE DIRECTION OF LEON. "Allow me to introduce myself, my name is Azrael, Angel of Death...no hard feelings, but this event shall push forth the wheels of fate." HE DECLARED. ALISTAIR ROSE HIS ARM UP, THEN SWUNG DOWN IN THE DIRECTION OF LEON.

LEON STOOD WIDE - EYED AND PANICKED. THE BLADES WERE FLYING TOWARDS HIM AND HE WAS FROZEN ON THE SPOT. HE WAS GOING TO DIE. HE WOULD DIE WITHOUT REMEMBERING WHO HE WAS, OR WHO 'G' WAS, OR WHY THE SUN WAS SO IMPORTANT. THIS WASN'T FAIR AT ALL. FIRST HE IS LEFT IN THE MIDDLE OF NOWHERE TO FREEZE TO DEATH, THEN HE LOSES HIS MEMORY, THEN AFTER HE WAKES UP FROM A COMA, SOMEONE TRIES TO KILL HIM. HE WAS SUPPOSED TO BE SOME KIND OF ANGEL, SO WHERE WAS THE MAGICAL SUPER POWERS? WHY WASN'T HE DOING THE THINGS THAT ALISTAIR WAS DOING? AZRAEL -- THE ANGEL OF DEATH. THAT NAME SEEMED TO RADIATE WITHIN HIM. WHY? WHAT WAS HE MISSING?

HE DIDN'T HAVE TIME TO KEEP THINKING ABOUT IT. THE BLADES MOVED TOO QUICKLY. HE DIDN'T EVEN HAVE THE OPPORTUNITY TO TRULY TAKE TIME TO THINK BEFORE HIS PENDANT BLAZED AND FLASHED ONCE MORE. THE BLADES FELL TO THE SNOW - COVERED GROUND AT HIS FEET. HE STARED DOWN AT THEM IN HORROR. WHAT HAPPENED? THE PENDANT WAS BURNING BRIGHT AND HE LIFTED IT BY THE CHAIN UP TO HIS FACE. CONTEGO? WHERE DID THAT WORD COME FROM? A MEMORY? THE MORE LEON TRIED TO REMEMBER, THE WORSE IT HURT. HE TOOK A SHAKY BREATH AND WHILE STILL STARING AT THE PENDANT, WHISPERED. "CONTEGO." THE PENDANT SHIFTED FORM TO A LARGE SHIELD ON HIS ARM. HE GASPED. LEON FLAPPED HIS ARM UNCERTAINLY, BUT THE SHIELD DID NOT BUDGE. HE HELD IT UP AWKWARDLY IN FRONT OF HIS BODY AND TRIED TO USE IT TO SEEK SHELTER FOR THE MORE VITAL PARTS OF HIS BODY. "YOU NEED TO LEAVE BEFORE SOMEONE GETS HURT." HE INSISTED. LEON DIDN'T WANT ALISTAIR TO HURT ANYONE.

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"I don't know, but were you doing anything before you went to bed. Like did you go somewhere and take it off or something at any time?"​

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Did I leave it downstairs in the laundry room? DAMN IT.​

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Adam's eyes widened as he quickly left the hotel room and ran over to the elevator and held the button for the main floor. At the same time he held down the "close door" button until the elevator closed. He learned this trick from Noah a few months back and it made the elevator skip every paged floor until it got to the floor he held down. Technically, it was only supposed to be used for emergency services, but it never set off an alarm.​

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When he got to the main floor he quickly ran over to the laundry room and looked through the driers.​

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Oh man OH man. I totally spaced.​

Why are you freaking out this bad over a sweatshirt, it isn't the end of the wo-​

The ring was in my hoodie pocket...​

...You dumbass.​

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Wednesday, October 23rd, 2013 | Day 32: 2/4 | Music | Location: Berlin, Germany | ooc:​

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When it wasn't in the dryer, Adam looked in the lost and found bucket. Fortunately, he found his hoodie in there, but upon searching the pockets, all that was in them was paper money.​

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Aw man, no.​

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Adam put the sweatshirt on and walked over to the woman at the counter in the room, clearly she was there as a worker in the laundry room and Adam gritted his teeth and asked sheepishly, "Um, excuse me. Can you help me?"​

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"Es tut uns leid, Sir, ich weiß nicht, Englisch."​

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Adam stared at her for a moment with a face that clearly screamed "oh god no, why me"​

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Calm down kiddo I've got you.​

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Adam felt his head go numb and he lost control of it, ​

"Es tut mir leid, ich habe angenommen du würdest es wissen. Hat jemand zufällig in einem schwarzen Ring drehen? Ich war unvorsichtig und ließ es in meinem Pulli. Wenn es hilft, sollte das Material aussehen Obsidian."​

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The woman thought for a moment and pulled open a drawer and pulled out two rings, "Einer von diesen beiden?"​

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Adam grinned and nodded, pointing to the one in her right hand, "Das ist die eine, tut mir so leid für Sie zu belästigen."​

"Das ist in Ordnung. Es passiert die ganze Zeit. Ich selbst habe viele Dinge hier verloren."​

"Danke vielmals!"​

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Adam walked away and felt his head released.​

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Now put that in your pants pocket. You are so damn lucky.​

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Adam put it in his pants pocket and sighed deeply.​

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Now go get breakfast or something...​

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Richard laid there in his bed as he got. He wasn't entirely sure what to do here at this point. Between the Cassandra and Shane people dying the group seemed to be on some sort of edge. Not to mention Henrik and his "brilliant" idea to go on some sort of a solo mission to go save his wife in Russia. Richard hadn't really done much during that time, though that was in part there was next to nothing he could add in that conversation. Even more so they had to continue going on some sort of recruiting mission to make their ever dwindling group balance out and further help them on their mission. Then again, Richard wasn't entirely sure what that even was. They get enough angels on their side, get strong enough and then what? Were they going to stomp down to hell and kill a demon army or something?

Sighing he got himself out of bed, thinking that now would be a good time to just get ready. After looking around and making sure he had everything on him, he walked away and went to go get something to eat. While he was getting something to eat he noticed the Adam kid there as well. Well at least he now knew others were awake as well. He simply waved a good morning to the kid as he went back to eating his food.