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⎡WEARING ✑ DAY⁝ 33 4/4 ✑ WRITING⎤​

⎣LOCATION⁝ Library ❮Munchin, Deutschland❯⎦​

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Blondie didn't have time to respond before another Brit came sauntering over rather loudly. Honestly, does the term library mean nothing to people? ‷ Hey there Adan, is this the fallen angel guy we were looking for?‴

Kai raised a curious brow at the white - haired new comer. This Brit seemed to be be young as well. Were they on some sort of class trip? That would explain why they were in the library. They were probably sent to do research or something of the like. Although, that fallen angel comment piqued his interest. He had actually been reading books on them lately -- ever since the dreams started. Blondie, apparently named Adan -- what a strange name --, slowly turned to the other boy. If they were going to start something, he wanted nothing to do with it. He began to shuffle his things together while Adan's back was turned. At this rate Frau Meinster was going to catch him and make him stay late.

‷ Brandon. Most people don't casually walk around asking people are you a fallen angel. And even if I did ask him, how do you know if he knows he is a Fallen angel? I didn't know about it at first, you probably didn't know about it at first. So just casually walking up and expecting a why yes I am a fallen angel as a response it just... not normal at all. ‴

Kai had tuned out most of what was said. It was pretty easy when English was not his first language. He managed to get most of his stuff packed up by the time Adan looked over at him and spoke, ‷ Now that you probably are confused or think we are crazy... Have you noticed any strange experiences in your life lately that made you question why it was happening? ‴

He blinked absently and stared up at Adan. There hadn't been anything strange occurrences in his life lately, aside from the dreams, but dreams hardly counted as strange occurrences. He mashed his lips together and grabbed a new piece of scratch paper while shaking his head.

⎡ I haven't the faintest idea what you are talking about. If you are looking for books on angels, the non - fiction section will do you wonders. ⎦

He rose from his desk and shoved the last of his things into his bag before giving the both of them a small wave. Auf Wiedersehen. Kai walked past the both of them and began to weave his way through the rows upon rows of shelves, headed to the exit.

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The man seemed to not know anything about being a fallen angel and really just directed them to where the likely section stuff on angels would be. Oh well. Nothing that Brandon could really do about it right now, so he saw the boy wave goodbye to them and start to walk off. Brandon was about to let him go and continue his search elsewhere when suddenly something really strange and out of place caught his attention.

In front of him was a white rose petal. Actually scratch that. A whole a trail and flurry of white rose petals now in his vision. Brandon wasn't entirely sure what to make of this...at all, but he did notice something. All of them seemed to be swaying in some non-existent breeze towards the man who had just talked to them. Brandon blinked and then noticed that...there were none. All of them had just seemingly vanished as if they weren't even there to begin with. Weird.

But there was one thought going through his head now. Maybe there was more to this boy than met the eye. As such he started to briskly jog towards the library man and stopped right in front of him. "Okay okay, I know you said that you had like no clue whatsoever about what we were talking about, but still. Are you sure there hasn't been anything weird or angel related in your head recently. Like aside from, "whoa plane crashes and whoa zombie apocalypse," was there anything at all deep inside that you that um...i dunno felt weird or something. Any angel thoughts at all recently?" Brandon clearly wasn't the best at this, but there was no one else who seemed to be able to do any negotiating right now so he would have to do and everyone would just have to live with it.

 

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The search began and Alistair walked out of the hotel and into the cold atmosphere. To be honest the man really didn't like cold that much but he was getting used to it and slowly he didn't mind it. The streets were empty as usual and Alistair merely walked on nonchalantly. Just where exactly was his target exactly? surely the boy was not at the streets, but he had no idea where to start.

Public places were the most likely place to find this guy, but it didn't actually hurt to check the most obvious of places. He headed over to the market area and soon found the fellow colleagues of his target. Unfortunately his target was not there, but at least he learned a simple, but very interesting fact that should have been learned along time ago "Hmm...so his name is Leon...how rude of him to not introduce himself" Alistair said with a small chuckle.

With business done over with the fish workers, Alistair merely walked on and headed over to his next destination, the homeless shelter. It was...something to be visiting such a place, but his mind was far too focused on his next encounter with Leon. Thinking about it only made the man chuckle and smile to himself. Upon entering the place he was glad to see the boy. He was such a fool and right now he would see why. "HEEEEEEEEERE'S ALISTAIR!" Alistair yelled happily as he walked in with hands in his pockets.

 

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⎡WEARING ✑ DAY⁝ 33 4/4 ✑ WRITING⎤​

⎣LOCATION⁝ Library ❮Munchin, Deutschland❯⎦​

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Kai was almost to the staircase leading down to the main floor when someone stepped out in front of him. He sighed at the sight of the Brandon kid blocking his path. ‷ Okay okay, I know you said that you had like no clue whatsoever about what we were talking about, but still. Are you sure there hasn't been anything weird or angel related in your head recently. Like aside from, 'whoa plane crashes and whoa zombie apocalypse,' was there anything at all deep inside that you that um...i dunno felt weird or something. Any angel thoughts at all recently?‴

He looked at the Brit skeptically before holding up a finger for him to wait. Brandon seemed rather persistent on this whole angel thing and why he was talking to Kai about it was beyond him. He really didn't feel like humoring the kid with some sort of delusions, but he had been silently asking for someone to talk to about his dreams. It was strange that these Brit boys were coming to him of all people. Kai wasn't really one to believe in fate or destiny, but this had to mean something. He reached into his bag and pulled out one of his journals, flipping to the pages about the dreams. Kai figured it would be easier to show them rather than attempting to type it all out on his phone, but once he held out the composition journal to the kid, he realized one fatal flaw. This Brit probably couldn't read German either. He groaned.

Well that did them a lot of good. He ended up just shaking his head and pulling out his phone with his other hand. Kai typed quickly in English, although had some difficulties when his phone kept trying to auto-correct the foreign language. Such a pain in the ass these kids were.

⟦ Do you know anyone that can read German? ⟧

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LEON HAD BEEN SITTING ON THE COT HE HAD BEEN GIVEN THE LAST COUPLE OF DAYS. HE WAS PLAYING WITH THE PENDANT HANGING OVER HIS CHEST, WONDERING IF THERE WAS ANYTHING ELSE IT COULD DO BESIDES TURN INTO A SHIELD. HE HAD BEEN TOO DISTRACTED TO HEAR THE FOOTSTEPS BUT UPON THE SOUNDS OF: "HEEEEEEEEERE'S ALISTAIR!" HE DROPPED THE NECKLACE AND JUMPED TO HIS FEET.

HIS HEART STARTED RACING AND HE TURNED TO SEE THE MAN STANDING IN THE ENTRANCE TO THE ROOM. DEAR GOD! NOT HERE TOO. ALISTAIR HAD HIS HANDS IN HIS POCKETS, BUT THAT MEANT LITTLE WHEN SPIKE - SCALE - THINGS COULD POP OUT OF HIS ARM AT A MOMENT'S NOTICE. LEON SWALLOWED NERVOUSLY AND REACHED FOR HIS BEATEN UP COAT. HE STUMBLED BACKWARDS TOWARDS A SIDE EXIT, NOT TAKING HIS EYES OFF THE WHITE - HAIRED MAN. WHY WOULDN'T HE JUST GIVE UP THIS CHASE THING? "NOT HERE MAN." LEON REALLY DIDN'T WANT TO FIGHT HIM, BUT HE ALSO HAD NO DESIRE TO DIE. HE STILL HAD TOO MANY UNANSWERED QUESTIONS.

HE BOLTED OUT THE BACK DOOR, SLINGING HIS COAT OVER HIS SHOULDERS AS HE WENT. THIS WASN'T GOOD. THE SHELTER LOCKS THEIR DOORS AT 6:00 AND IT WAS ALREADY ALMOST TIME. HE WOULDN'T BE ALLOWED IN THERE FOR THE REST OF THE NIGHT AND HAD NOWHERE TO GO. EVEN IF HE DID MANAGE TO EVADE THIS LUNATIC AGAIN, HE WOULD PROBABLY DIE OUTSIDE IN THE COLD. JUST PERFECT.

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Woohoo! Brandon seemed to be getting somewhere with this man when it came to angel business. First off he didn't seem to act like Brandon was a crazy person, he didn't seem ready to make a mad dash away from Brandon, and finally he even seemed to be coming back for a follow up. The man seemed to pull out a journal and showed it to Brandon like he wanted him to read it. Only problem was that Brandon had literally no idea what this book was saying. It was like in some foreign language or something. Russian maybe? Then the man seemed to pull out his phone to type something to Brandon. Showing it to him he saw that he wanted to find someone who could speak read german. Well that was weird, why would they need someone to read german if the journal was in Russian? Regardless of that, Brandon decided to think back on all of his teammates and who could probably read german. After some thought he decided on who the three most likely were to be able to read german. First up, Xana, because she had that timeless memory thing and probably learned like everything over the years. Secondly, Lion, because he sort of had that all knowing vibe about him. Finally, Brawler, because he was...well german. Even so Brandon said, "alright then, foollllooowww meeee" and they flew on a rainbow with that out of the way Brandon guided the man to find their translator. After much blind wandering around, because Brandon didn't actually know where anyone was, they eventually had the great fortune to stumble across Xana. "Hey, so this guy here was wondering if I knew anyone who could read german. So um, can you do it for him?"

 

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"oh I wasn't planning on starting things here" Alistair said quietly as he prepared himself for the next chase. He wished he didn't have to run around after this kid but then again the rush was something he kind of liked so it wasn't something he could complain about.

What Alistair could actually complain about was the fact that Iris was still chained to him. Since Iris didn't say anything it seemed she was willing to at least listen to him move around and she seemed to be keeping up with him. If not it would seem that Irispack might be an option and if there was a rejection then it would be slicing time.

With no time wasted Alistair rushed forward and followed the boy, pointing his finger at the boy as he ran. From the very tip of his finger a blade popped out and with the cue of Alistair, the blade shot forth at the running Leon. The assault didn't end there, with the other hand he immediately did the same action and shot another blade from the finger tip.

 

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⎡WEARING ✑ DAY⁝ 33 5/6 ✑ WRITING⎤​

⎣LOCATION⁝ Library ❮Munchin, Deutschland❯⎦​

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Brandon looked thoughtful for a moment as Kai slipped his phone back into his pocket. After a minute of thinking -- this guy really seemed clueless -- a determined look crossed the white - haired boy's face and Kai grimaced. ‷ Alright then, foollllooowww meeee. ‴ The kid led him around the library in search of someone. Honestly, he could have had any number of his coworkers translate, but that would also mean he'd have to let them read what was going on in his head. His stories were one thing. His journals were another.

After a couple of minutes, they came to a stop in front of a fiery red - head. Kai looked her over and had this immediate sinking feeling upon seeing her. Everything inside him twisted into knots. She was from the dream. He couldn't mistake her. He had watched her get stabbed, but never learned if she survived. She was alive now, but that was just a dream. He swallowed nervously. ‷ Hey Brandon, what's the rush? ‴ She seemed to be inspecting Kai as well. He glanced away in an attempt to break eye contact.

‷ Hey, so this guy here was wondering if I knew anyone who could read German. So um, can you do it for him? ‴ Brandon asked her.

Kai glanced over again as she nodded her head. He shifted awkwardly, pulling the composition journal out of his bag once more and flipped to the page. Kai handed it to the red - haired woman and dug the toe of his shoe into the flat maroon carpeting on the first floor. He took a nervous breath as she began to translate out loud. He didn't like the idea of others reading his secrets, but something about her was as calming as it was nerve - wracking. She seemed different from the kid, about the same age, but different. For starters, her accent was American, not British. The woman also had this otherworldly presence to her. She seemed so confident and sure of herself for being younger than him.

When she finished reading the page, her gaze lifted from the journal and met his. He forced himself to look into those deep blue eyes and felt a hammering in his chest. ‷ Can you speak? ‴ she asked him. Kai shook his head no. ‷ Dumah, can you speak? ‴

➢ I can, but it is not yet time for me.

Kai's hands flew to his mouth, but even then, he knew the words did not escape his lips. His reddish - brown eyes met the woman's blue and somehow, he knew that she heard what came from him. That wasn't his voice, not that he really knew what his voice would sound like. The corners of her lips curled up into a satisfied smile and she handed him his journal back. Kai snatched it out of her hand and quickly shoved it back into his bag. He searched frantically for his phone and typed out:

⟦ What is happening? ⟧

There was a tired expression that crossed her face briefly, but then it was gone. Her smile returned and she set one hand down on Brandon's shoulder. ‷ My name is Hana, and if you come with us for a little while, I can explain everything to you. ‴ He gulped nervously.

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ALISTAIR FOLLOWED AFTER. LEON RAN THROUGH MOUNDS OF SNOW AND DIRT THROUGH THE STREETS. THERE WAS A WHOOSHING AS A BLADE FLEW PAST HIM. THEN ANOTHER CONNECTED WITH HIS ARM, JUST ABOVE THE ELBOW. HE YOWLED IN PAIN AND WHIPPED AROUND, COMING TO A STOP. LEON CALLED OUT CONTEGO AND THE SHIELD TOOK SHAPE BEFORE HIM. WITH THE SHIELD FASTENED TO HIS LEFT ARM, HE RIPPED THE BLADE OUT OF HIS RIGHT AND GRIPPED THE BLOOD PATCH ON HIS SLEEVE. SWEAT DRIPPED FROM HIS BROW AND HIS GOLDEN EYES DARKENED AS THE PUPILS DILATED.

HE RELEASED HIS TORN SLEEVE. HIS HAND DRENCHED IN BLOOD, AND THRUST HIS ARM FORWARD; THE SHIELD GLIDING EFFORTLESSLY OFF OF HIS FOREARM. AS THE SHIELD SOARED PARALLEL TO THE GROUND, IT GLOWED AND TWISTED UNTIL IT TOOK ON THE FORM OF A SLEEK TRIANGULAR SHAPE. LEON WATCHED WIDE - EYED AS THE BOOMERANG ROUNDED ALISTAIR AND GLIDED BACK INTO HIS HAND WITH EASE. HIS GOLDEN GAZE LOWERED TO THE PECULIAR DEVICE, MOMENTARILY STUNNED BY THE TRANSFORMATION, AND HE STOOD THERE IN A DAZE. SO IT COULD TAKE ON OTHER FORMS. THAT WAS ONE QUESTION ANSWERED.

LEON SWALLOWED AND LIFTED HIS BLOND HEAD. HE CHUCKED CONTEGO AS HARD AS HE COULD BEFORE TURNING BACK IN THE DIRECTION HE WAS HEADED. EVEN WITHOUT SEEING THE BOOMERANG, IT SEEMED TO FIND ITS WAY BACK TO HIS HAND. HE DIDN'T LOOK BACK BEFORE ROUNDING THE CORNER AND HIDING DOWN A NARROW ALLEYWAY.

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A blade missed but another hit it's target and Alistair could only continue to smile in delight. The scream of pain that Leon let out was like music to his ears and what happened next only made things much more easier. The shield was drawn out and with that it almost seemed like the boy was ready to fight. In response to the sudden appearance of his shield, Alistair brought out his cane and summoned forth Arondight.

With sword drawn, Alistair narrowed his eyes and rushed forward towards the opponent but instantly stopped as his eyes widened in the sudden turn of events. The shield that the boy had wielded turned into a boomerang and caught Alistair off guard. Luckily for him the shielderang was not really thrown properly and had missed him. "Interesting....see? more and more...your learning..." Alistair said preparing his sword for the next move.

The next move was expected and Contego was tossed over at Alistair, but what Leon did after chucking the shielderang was disappointing. After all this progress the boy still would run away, he was quite the fool for thinking there was any escape for him. Alistair quickly sidestepped and avoided the shielderang's attack and immediately turned to face the shielderang as it turned to return to its owner.

Alistair was ready to deflect the weapon, but another idea immediately popped up into his mind and a mischievous grin crept up across his face. Just as the shielderang reached him, Alistair once again sidestepped, but the manoeuvre didn't end there. With his hand Alistair immediately grabbed the shielderang and with a tight grip the shielderang returned Leon while dragging Alistair along with it. "Heeeeeey Long time no see buddy!" Alistair said cheerfully to Leon as he raised his hand in greetings and let go of shielderang. With the grip on shielderang released, Alistair rushed forward with Arondight and thrust the blade forward.

 

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Brandon was rather excited to find out that Xana knew how to read German. Woo, he had managed to get something about a person right. Now that that was out of the way she actually began reading the text of the journal outloud, and what a read it was. Apparently this man had had a recurring dream sequence of some sort that seemed to be more like memories than anything else. In it there were apparently a lot of cool different people, one that kind of looked like the German book man himself, and there seemed to be a lot of fighting going on. Then there was like some general dude who totally got stabbed, and furthermore a chick...who also totally got stabbed. Weirdly enough it was by some dude with a charred face and could just go poof with black smoke stuff. When that reading was done Xana asked if the guy could speak, which he apparently couldn't. Then she asked if Dudemah could speak at which point Brandon heard a voice resound through his head. Weird. He wasn't entirely sure what was going on at the moment but he was seventy percent positive that it had to do with Angel stuff. Xana then offered to explain to the man if he came with them, but Brandon didn't see the sense in waiting.

He was about to explain everything about what they were and what they were supposed to do when suddenly some sort of unknown...thing, forced his mouth shut. Well, not so much forced it shut as much as it felt like Brandon didn't have any control over his mouth at all. When he finally decided that he wouldn't explain he felt control return to his mouth and decided to just go off and find everyone. Everytime he found a person he would just tell them that they had found their fallen angel they were looking for and told them it was time to go. When all was said and done the gang had all piled into their transportation and drove off to a hotel to reside in for the night. It would be there that the newcomer would totally get caught up.

 

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SOMEHOW, ALISTAIR HAD MANAGED TO GRAB ONTO CONTEGO AND HAVE HIMSELF PULLED ALONG WITH IT. ONCE IT WAS IN HIS HAND, ALISTAIR LET GO AND LEON SWALLOWED AS HE LOOKED UP INTO THE GOLDEN EYES OF THE MAN BEFORE HIM. "Heeeeeey, Long time no see buddy!"

"WE'RE NOT BUDDIES," HE SPAT BACK.

ALISTAIR DREW HIS SWORD AND RUSHED FORWARD, THRUSTING THE BLADE AT HIM. THERE WAS A SHARP PAIN AS SOMETHING WARM BEGAN TO RUN DOWN THE FRONT OF HIM. HIS FACE WAS MOIST WITH SWEAT AND HE LIFTED HIS CHIN TO MEET ALISTAIR'S GAZE. CONTEGO HUNG LIMP ON HIS ARM. THE SHIELD HAD NEVER SEEMED HEAVY BEFORE, BUT NOW IT WAS AS IF IT WEIGHED A TON. HIS HANDS LIFTED TO THE BLADE STICKING OUT OF HIS ABDOMEN. THEY PRESSED FLAT AGAINST THE SIDES OF THE SMOOTH METAL. HE SWALLOWED DOWN A LUMP IN HIS THROAT AND PUSHED FORWARD. LEON CRINGED AND WHIMPERED AS THE BLADE LEFT HIS ABDOMEN. HE USED WHAT BIT OF STRENGTH HE HAD LEFT TO EXPEL THE BLADE FROM HIS BODY AND ONCE THE TIP WAS FREE, HE COLLAPSED TO THE GROUND.

LEON WAS BLEEDING EVERYWHERE. HIS BACK RESTED AGAINST A BRICK WALL. TEARS HE DIDN'T KNOW HE HAD STARTED TO SHED, LEAKED DOWN HIS FACE. "YOU WIN." HE SAID BREATHLESSLY. "YOU WIN." CONTEGO SHIFTED BACK INTO A PENDANT IN HIS HAND. LEON SAT MOTIONLESS IN THE SNOW AS BLOOD POURED OUT THE GAPING WOUND UNDER HIS JACKET. HIS GOLDEN EYES STARED VACANTLY AT THE STREET.

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Another day another successful angel recruitment. Brandon was feeling rather happy about all the new members that they had gotten to join their party recently and was thinking how cool it would be once they finally found everyone. He was also still really curious about what Buch, Adan, Lion and Brawler's powers all were. He really did enjoy the super power aspect of all of this. When Xana had finished talking to Buch about who they were and what they were supposed to be doing, the gang decided to pack it in for the night. Brandon grabbed his room key as did Wealthard and the two went to their respective rooms. Granted Wealthard got in the elevator first and closed it almost immediately as he got in it leaving Brandon in the hall. While he could've gone in one of the others elevators in the hotel, he decided to be proactive and get some exercise. After walking up stairs he eventually got over to his room and finally went to bed in it. After going up the elevator the lethargic man, Wealthard, found his room as well and went to sleep in it.

Sal had finally made it to Venice. Now that he was here he could finally go on his grand impromptu journey to Italy. He checked into a hotel that he would spending a few days in while he perused the city until his interest in it was satiated and he would feel the need to go to some different country. But for now, Venice was where he would be and as such he fell asleep in his hotel room.

 

For just about most their trip to the library, Logan had stayed in the fiction section catching up in a book series that he was reading. From what he could hear though, everything went well on their end so he wasn't needed all that much. When it came time to return to the hotel, Logan found himself a room and soon fell asleep in the bed.

 

Samuel Riviera
DAY: 33 - 6/6 | DATE: October 24th, 2013 [Thursday] | LOCATION: Hotel in Munich, Germany

Sam wasn't exactly useful on this particular day. He hadn't found the guy they were looking for, he didn't help out with trying to recruit him, and he didn't exactly do his best to do much of, well, anything. All he could really do was walk around and fiddle with his little Rubik's Cube. It served as a good enough distraction for him through out the day, so this didn't bother him in the least.

They went to a hotel after apparently finding the guy. Red was the one who caught him up and stuff like that, not much involving him, so he could care less. When all was said and done, he went to his room and fell asleep on one of the beds.

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Joslyn Taylor Jones
DAY: 33 - 6/6 | DATE: October 24th, 2013 [Thursday] | LOCATION: Hotel in Munich, Germany

They had found the guy they were looking and brought him to a hotel. Now they needed to convince him, which hopefully Hana had managed to do. Not many of them were up to the task of convincing someone to come with them. After a while, everyone went to their rooms to go to sleep. She wasn't aware of the exact details, but she had hoped that the guy would come with them. Climbing into bed with Hana, she quickly tried to fall asleep.

 

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Did you say today is October 24th? I know the year is 2013... The 33rd day of what? I know the day is 4/4 over. I'm in Launceston, Australia. I'm wearing work clothes. I have nothing else to say.​

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Lauren was sitting on her porch with her eyes shut, enjoying the night air as she felt the purring of Avery on her legs. It was the furthest she would dare go with it, even though from a distance it could pass as a cat. The ocelot always behaved itself, and Lauren loved not having to chase after it.​

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Lauren heard footsteps come from the inside of her house, to the outside. She heard them approach her, and felt a form rub against her accidentally as they took a seat. She felt someone grab her head gently and heard the voice speak.​

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"Sometimes I wonder if you purposefully get hurt to freak me out."​

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Lauren smiled small and opened up her eyes looking at Alice and spoke, "Nah. I purposefully get hurt to remember I'm still breathing."​

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Alice's face quickly shifted to a look of fear and Lauren busted out laughing, "Nah nah, I'm kidding you, your face when I say that though," Lauren sang the last part.​

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"Rack off ya ratbag!"​

"Hey, don't be mean about it!" Lauren said as she lifted up her left hand and flexed her ring finger, "You're stuck with me, love."​

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Alice let out a small chuckle at her and let go of Lauren's head and spoke, "Good thing it wasn't a boomer huh? You'd be dead."​

"Not true," Lauren sang again, "Boomer kicks just make your head feel lighter."​

"Pardo-"​

"They get ya in the right spot, winded. Wow, one time with my pah I got kicked in the neck, the sucker jumped away and my pah told me I was one lucky shit... makes no sense though, do I look like a shit to you?"​

"Aw that year after musta been hell!"​

"I just vegged out for a month, sophomore year was a blast... ah!"​

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Lauren kicked up her legs, causing Avery to jump for a moment before climbing back up to Lauren's lap, "We needa go to the mainland and go shooting for some roos."​

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"I think you're fine without it..."​

"You haven't seen me with a gun!"​

"I don't want to."​

"AY! You're killin me."​

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Lauren collapsed back on the porch and Avery climbed up on her stomach, "I may seem stupid... but I'm not. Like my pah says, I've just got a thick skull."​

Alice stared at her for a moment then, layed back with her and whispered, "Thick enough to protect that brain of yours."​

"Damn right."​

Alice leaned forward and kissed her on the forehead and spoke, "Maybe you should go and rest that brain for the night."​

"My brain doesn't need any sleep."​

"Oh believe me, it does."​

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Alice sat up and grabbed Avery from Lauren and ran inside, "I've got her hostage."​

"H-hey! Mate! Leave her outta this!"​

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Lauren jumped up and ran through the house and followed Alice up the stairs. Alice ran into the bedroom and Lauren aimed to, but ended up colliding into the door frame. Alice freaked out and let go of the ocelot and ran out into the hallway and crouched down next to Lauren, "You alright?"​

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Lauren grabbed Alice and flipped her over and pinned her down and giggled, "Momma says I shoulda done theatre."​

"Hey that isn't fair, you're hurt!"​

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Lauren leaned down and kissed her on the lips and then spoke, "I ain't hurtin."​

Alice pushed her off and walked into the bedroom and Lauren followed, "Aw Love, no don't be like that please? I'm sorry."​

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Alice sat down on the bed and Lauren layed down on the bed and leaned her head back on Alice's lap speaking, "Your little rabbit is sad when you are sad."​

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Alice looked down at Lauren, who quickly shot up and pecked her on the lips and then both sat there straight faced. After a few seconds the two busted out laughing and Lauren curled up with her head still on Alice's lap, "Alright, I'll sleep now."​

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Alice chuckled and then realized Lauren literally fell asleep right then, she sighed and moved her up to the pillow, and climbed in bed just in time for Lauren to grab Alice in her sleep. Alice chuckled to herself and eventually fell asleep too.​

 

Kai sat in silence (lol) for a long time. He kept stealing glances at Samuel as Hana and the others told stories. That was the guy he watched die, even if he looked different. There was something very defining and familiar about him. Whe they were done, he gathered his things to leave. They all looked tired and he was definitely ready to turn in. There was a lot to process and he wanted to go home. Kai bid them all farewell before making the journey back to his apartment. That Hana woman offered to let him stay with them, but he felt more comfortable with spending the night in his own place.

When he got home, he kicked off his shoes and dropped everything at the door. Kai ventured through the halls until he reached his room and flopped down onto his bed fully dressed and went to sleep.

 

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The sword was trusted and without a single piece of resistance the blade hit its target. The tip piercing the chest did not budge an inch, it did not move further into the boy's body but it didn't move out either. It just remained there as Alistair's amber eyes stared over at the boy's golden eyes. The eyes that were one filled with glee stared back with a dull stare. The blood started to form and the signs of life that the boy held were beginning to fade rapidly. "How disappointing..." Alistair said calmly with his eyes shut.

There was nothing more that needed to be done, the blade remained in Alistair's hand not moving in the slightest. Before the aristocrat could even budge and move on, he felt movement and his eyes calmly opened up and stared at the boy once again. He witnessed the boys futile attempt and watched as he pushed away the blade that had pierced his chest. The blood fell, but the boy declared the winner in this little bout and with that the boy fell lifelessly to the ground.

Walking up to the fallen boy, Alistair crouched down to one knee and glanced down at him. "Not bad for a newbie...you can't fall now...your part in this game of life has only begun..." Alistair said softly as as he narrowed his eyes with a smirk. Arondight returned back into its cane form and the weapon that had stabbed the boy had dematerialized. Hoisting up the boy, Alistair pulled the boy out into the open and with that caught the attention of those that passed by. The story was simple, a mugger attempted to rob them and the boy was a victim in all this. With no time to spare they rushed off Leon to get the proper care needed.

With his own two hands, Alistair volunteered to preform the operation and with everything he needed his work began, dealing with the wound. He did all that a normal human could possibly do for a wound such as this and once it was done he left the boy to recover. Whether the boy survived or not was up to him, but for now Alistair was done with the boy. In his hand was a pendant that had caught his attention. He stared at it for quite the long while before closing his eyes with a smile and merely placed the pendant beside Leon. "Contego...heh...you'll need it...search for your answers...I'm sure that drive will push you further to the truth..." Alistair said walking out of the room "Till we meet again" Alistair said.

With the trip to the hospital now over, Alistair returned back to the hotel with a loud sigh. His jacket was now covered with blood, but it strangely made a nice design. Taking off the jacket, he merely fell onto the bed with a calm sigh "was hoping to progress further...oh well..." Alistair said with a small smile before drifting off to sleep.

 

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Thursday, October 24th, 2013 | Day 33: 4/4 | Music | Location: Munich, Germany | ooc:​

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Adam was still not sure how the hell they managed to get Kai this time, considering he ran off at one question. What did Brandon do that Adam didn't? He had no idea and it was killing him a little.​

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When they got to the hotel room, Adam layed in the bed and stared at the ceiling. He felt so out of place in this group, and felt like he was just taking up space. It had also been a day since Semyaza had bothered to communicate with him. No questions were being answered, and he was becoming even more concerned that they might have given up on him.​

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Adam fell asleep, feeling like his usual defeatist self.​

 

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DAY 34​

Friday, October 25th, 2013​

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Brandon bounded out of bed ready and willing to get on with their grandiose recruitment mission of all fallen angels across the globe. Their party had grown so much in such a short span of time and he couldn't wait to do whatever it was they were going to do at all. The excitement of doing more of that today was great. It made him a tad restless and he decided to go calm his nerves a bit. Grabbing his tennis racket to go play he got out of bed and started his way up the stairs until he got onto the roof of the hotel. He wasn't entirely sure if going the roof of a hotel was actually legal or not, but hey, it was a fun place to be. He started bouncing around his tennis ball and hit it back and forth against the wall to just kill the time and let everyone wake up.

Richard got out of bed that morning rather early. Why? He did not want to be awoken by the stupid kid again. If he was going to wake up it was going to be on his own accord. After doing his morning business of personal hygiene he went downstairs to get some food to eat. While there he started thinking about this whole team thing he had gotten himself into. What was it about them all that actually convinced people to join? The only reason he had come along is because there was nothing else in his life and he couldn't exactly leave to go back to Norway when those possessed demon people had essentially sprinted to kill them all. Really this was all just such a bother to him. Once he had finished his breakfast he went to the lobby and fell asleep there, waiting for everyone to get ready to leave.