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Wednesday, November 6th, 2013 | Day 46 : 1/4 | Music | Location: Somewhere... beyond the sea| ooc:​

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Adam woke up from a Semyaza interaction that will be detailed at a later time, to a door slamming open. He freaked out at first because he wasn't sure if someone broke in, if it was wind, he had no idea. But when his eyes focused, he realized it was Hana. She looked really distraught and in frenzy. When Hana left, Joslyn had run after her first.​

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Adam got up rather slowly, but still managed to make it out before the rest did. He made it just in time to hear Hana say, ❝ How could I have been so stupid? ❞​

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Joslyn looked like she was trying to approach her to comfort her. He had no idea what was really going on but Hana looked awful. ​

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❝ Does it matter? You're leaving now too. ❞​

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The voice was heard off boat and Adam quickly looked in that direction to see the creature. What the hell are you even-​

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When he finally started paying attention to the events actually going on, he realized Hana had not only just dropped Luria, but she was kidnapped. Adam didn't even have enough reaction time, by the time he was able to move, she was gone. He ran over to the other side of the boat and looked over at where she had just disappeared. He wasn't paying attention to Joslyn at first he was just surprised this had actually happened.​

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When he turned and noticed Joslyn on the ground crying, he wanted to help her out but he had nothing he could say, heck even if he did, he wasn't sure if Joslyn even wanted to hear anything from him. ​

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He looked back over, his face was still in shock, as was his body it seemed. He heard a voice calling out to him but he wasn't paying attention to it. After a moment he heard a pitch in his head and cringed.​

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L i s t e n t o m e.​

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Adam stared at the water at his reflection to focus on something.​

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What?​

Stop acting in such shock, are you surprised at this at all? Really?​

At Hana being kidnapped, yes.​

I need to borrow you again, the last thing we need is to have a freak out on this boat.​

Huh wh-​

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Adam gasped for a moment as he felt himself pulled out of control again. He went his body lower toward Joslyn, an action he would not have chosen on his own. He grabbed one of Joslyn's shoulders in a gentle manner, not in the way he would normally have grabbed her shoulders to get his attention, and spoke words that were not his, "Calm down sweetheart. We will get her back. Do not worry."​

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Semyaza what are you do-​

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He handed Joslyn some tissue before he added, "I am kindly asking you not to rage Azazel. I do not doubt the girl's strengths but we all will do better alive and still on a boat. Channel it for later." He winked at her and then stood up and looked at the rest of the group.​

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Adam was becoming a bit more conscious of actions even though he wasn't in control, his face was serious as he looked at everyone and spoke, "We cannot just stand around, the best we can do is do what we have done... we should find Raphael, Raziel, and Zachariel again... we will get Xathanael back though."​

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What the hell are you doing?​

Picking your indecisive ass a side.​

What? No, what the hell happened t-​

Some people just aren't meant to lead, they are meant to follow orders... so you better start doing as I say.​

I'll just stop sleeping again.​

I am afraid it will not be that simple now. Now that I know you will attempt that.​

But I have cracked the compass, I have that obsidian dagg-​

Oh poor Hell, there was a time that most of those Dark Angels rebelled on my side, under my lead. Now you are serving under them because you do not know what to do? I am afraid this is not going to work out for you. Therefore, learn a little, hopefully a lot.​

And if I stop listening to you?​

I will cut a finger off every time you willingly attempt to rebel against me.​

But why are you having me choose this side?​

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Adam looked back over at Joslyn, still under Semyaza's control. He felt like his eyes were almost crying out for help, but they probably weren't.​

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I like the underdogs. You, kiddo, underestimate them. Even more right now then you did then.​

 

Sal awoke to feel quite rested and relaxed. Man, he hadn't a sleep like that for quite a while. No hellish training and no having to conquer dark wisp monsters to claim powers he was probably fully capable of wielding as things stood. Oh well. He couldn't entirely blame Zachariel for her madness, but she was probably going a tad overboard on this stuff. And having a break now probably meant hell later on. He stretched out and yawned a bit as he woke up and looked around. Still on the bus apparently. Birdsville was their target destination and he was still with this odd group of people. There were three of them, though he only knew one. That being Lauren Walker. And she seemed to be quite a...unique person. Not just because of the theory behind magic camera shielding, but also because of some unshakable feeling he was getting from her.

It was then that one of the people who were with Lauren spoke up to Sal. She said good morning to him, to which he replied to with a wave and then asked what his name was. She apparently hadn't learned from Lauren because she was...well, as he said before, unique. "Oh, well, Miss, my name is Salvatore Osorio, but call me Sal. Much easier." He then realized that he did not know the woman's name. Or what they were going to go do at the destination. "Might I ask your name Miss? Also if you don't mind me asking, what we're going to Birdsville for. I kind of just tagged along and am slightly sorry if I am causing any bit of disturbance." It was at that moment that the bus had stopped and they were at Birdsville. He stood up and said, "well it looks like we're here. After you." He smiled and gestured towards the door.

 

Samuel Riviera​

DAY: 46 - 1/4 | DATE: November 6th, 2013 [Wednesday] | LOCATION: Hallway in the Obsidian Palace in Hell​

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As the mist lifted from around them, he found himself in a strange room. It was, actually, surprisingly nice. He was expecting some tattered, musty room falling apart at the seams. But what he saw was a thousand times better than that. The room was larger than his old cell, and a lot more comfortable, he found. In the corner, there looked to be a mini-fridge. He really hoped that there was gonna be some booze in there. As he looked around, he noticed that there were more and more things in there that suited his fancy.​

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"Here's your room. Welcome home. Blah-di-blah. Don't go outside, in the throne room, or the dungeon. Everything else is free game, aside from other people's rooms unless invited in. If we need you, we'll come find you." Chicken Wings was quick to leave. Well, not like he wanted that bastard to stick around anyhow. As soon as he was gone, Sam went to the door and opened it. The hallway was big, almost like a palace. There were so many doors along the hallway, though he figured those were other people's rooms. The place was certainly fancy.​

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As he closed the door to his room, he noticed a familiar face in the hallway. Just standing there, at the end of the hallway, all smiles and whatnot. Ever since he disappeared, a small part of him wondered where he had wandered off to. It would've been fun to have a couple sparring matches with him, and now he had the opportunity to have them. Casually, he walked over to him, as he cracked his knuckles.​

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"Well, well. So this is where you wandered off to. I've been wondering where you've been."​

__//Room Unlocked: Abaddon's Room

 

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✴Day~46{1/4}☁Location~Birdsville, Australia☁ Wednesday, November 6th, 2013✴​

Elsie stepped around the many kittens and cats, going around the old lady's house once more with the mop. "'Scuse me everyone~" Elsie said in a singsong voice, moving around the animals that mewed and pawed at her leg. The lake in Birdsville had pretty much drained out, the cellphone service was back on track, and Elsie was thinking of going back home to Sydney. But she couldn't just leave the locals to the watery mess. She just had to help out. First she helped clean out the historical buildings, and then moved on to help the few people that leaved there.She was helping the the local crazy cat lady with the water that seeped into her house.​

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The old lady came up to Else whilst she was cleaning and had a tray of homemade cookies and a glass of milk. "Please deary, won't you take a break and have a cookie?" Elsie sighed out and stopped what she was doing, rubbing the back of her head and smiled at at the kind citizen. "Thank you," she breathed in relief, taking a moist cookie and a cold glass of milk. She sat on an old couch, sending some kittens and cats springing away from the oncoming butt. ​

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The elderly woman sat next to her and patted Elsie's leg. "You are an angel sent from heaven! Thank the Lord!" ​

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Elsie coughed and choked on her milk, trying not to laugh. After regaining her composure, she shook her head. "I'm no angel, ma'am. But thank you." The old lady cackled, taking one of the many cats and sat it on her lap. "Oh but you are child, you are." ​

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Elsie didn't want to argue and instead stuffed her mouth with a cookie so she wouldn't have to talk. Now that the service on her phone was back in order, and the Wi-Fi at the hotel seemed to be working now, she figured she needed to call a few people before they went crazy with worry...​

 

Joslyn Taylor Jones
DAY: 46 - 1/4 | DATE: November 6th, 2013 [Wednesday] | LOCATION: Boat in Norman Island, Australia

As Joslyn cried out on the deck, Adam came up to her and gently grabbed her shoulder. Ordinarily, Azazel would've reacted defensively towards this, but for some reason, she didn't. "Calm down sweetheart. We will get her back. Do not worry." This seemed a little too good to be true. Though, the next part confirmed what was going on.

He handed her some tissues before speaking. "I am kindly asking you not to rage Azazel. I do not doubt the girl's strengths but we all will do better alive and still on a boat. Channel it for later." She realized that Semyaza was the one in control at that moment. This was the reason why the angel within her didn't negatively react to Adam. She grabbed the tissues and started to dry her tears as she continued to sob silently.

"I'm sorry, honey, but I need to talk with her."

"Huh?" No sooner did she react than the angel did her business. The sobbing had stopped entirely as she wiped away all of the tears. She stood up, grabbing Adam's wrist.

"Adam, I need to talk to you privately for a minute." The angel, through Joslyn, pulled him into the cabin and slammed the door shut. "Alright..." As soon as she was certain no one would bother them, she started to speak again. "Semyaza... I need to know. Tell me honestly," she said as she pulled the compass from its hiding place in her bra. "Did Adam do this?"

"Wha-what are you doing?"

"Getting the truth." Adam, under Semyaza's control, aggressively grabbed his own pinkie finger before answering.

"He did."

"What? He- He did it?" She had tried to have a positive opinion on him, though with this, that had stopped completely.

"I see," she looked away from him. "Did anyone put him up to this?"

He chuckled before he spoke. "Technically, himself. He could easily have not done it at this point. He almost forgot too."

"But did someone ask him?" The angel looked right into his eyes, knowing that Adam wasn't the one in control.

"Harbonah, Lu, Danel... pretty much who you would expect. Technically, Danel was telling him what he should do."

"I see. Did he give him anything else? Like, something to break this with?" She held the cracked compass up. "Anything at all?"

"Oh, oooh, you are gonna hate him for this one." He motioned for her to follow and opened up his bag, "He got this little one yesterday. He hates them too, but he still asked for it." He pulled out the obsidian dagger.

"Doesn't he know how dangerous those things are? Ugh, christ." She took a hold of the dagger, admiring it's dark elegance. "I think I should hold on to this, is that okay with you?"

"No it is not okay with me." He held his hand out, "I have the boy informed of the punishments for disobeying me. I will keep hold of the knife, and I will not let him use it."

The angel glared at the one standing in front of her for a few moments before relenting. "Oh, alright. You know I can't be mad at you, Semy." She wrapped her arms around his neck to hug him. "He's a different matter, but you're not him. Just make sure he doesn't use that knife, okay? This is for you, as an act of promising." The angel pressed her lips against his for a few moments before backing off and sitting down again.

"W-w-wh-wha-wh-wha-wha-what was that?!"

"A little token of my gratitude, and a way to seal a promise."

"B-bu-bu-bu-but I... I... I've never kissed a guy before!"

"Oohhhh... Sorry it had to be with him then... That's my fault."

"I told you I would not, he should not have a reason to anymore." He joined her in sitting down.

After a little bit of silence between the angels sitting next to each other, Semyaza broke the silence. "Well, I will let him go... see how this goes now. Take care."

"You too, bye~" The angel slowly gave up control as Joslyn took over.

She started to breathe heavily as she backed away from Adam. "Th-tha-th-tha-tha-tha-that d-di-di-di-didn't happen... g-g-g-go-got it?"

When Adam was unpossessed, he wasn't looking at her, he refused to face her and let out shakily, "F-fine." Then he started shaking.​

 

It had been quite the scene Brandon had awoken to. First there was yelling everywhere. And it was a lot of yelling. He opened his eyes to see that Xana was going into a sobbing mess or something about someone leaving or something, only to see her get hoisted away by some giant bird man demon thingy, and transported off to lord knows where. This was both not cool and extremely familiar. Maybe they should all just go to Italy again. Regardless, Adan then started going all weird and out of character and stuff. Through some way Brandon couldn't explain, the boy seemed like a completely different person. Weird. Eventually he and Jo went into the cabin and um, well Brandon had no idea what went on. Keeping his mind away from any gross thoughts that make people go "ew" (read people:anyone under the age of thirteen,) Brandon decided to start thinking about what should be happening next.

Well as Adan pointed out, they should probably be going to find their other three angel buds. Brandon was still kind of feeling down about the loss of Xana, but he knew that she'd come back. Some way or another they'd find their way to her and their little band of fallen angels would get back to uno-hundred percento in no time. Speaking of stereotypical english person trying to be spanish, where was Compadre? After thinking about it for a while he realized that their Guatemalan friend must've been the person who Xana was talking about. Maybe he was kidnapped too! Brandon couldn't think of much more of a reason why he would be gone seeing as there was no way that that crazy Jamaican could ever be working for the enemy, (totally not counting the first night he had ever seen him.) Getting back on track, before Brandon could think about rescuing the people he didn't have idea where they were, he had to help focus on rescuing the people he didn't know their location but still had a chance at finding them through angel magic.

As such, with new resolve in tow to go and help save their fallen friends, Brandon walked off the boat and left it for a bit. He returned after a tad with Xana's sword in hand. Couldn't be leaving this behind. With unusable sword in hand and determination as strong as heavenly sword metal, Brandon asked for directions from Jo and they were off. On a grand boating journey Brandon had begun steering the boat towards Jun Tae and Vincent...only he didn't that's who he was steering towards because he isn't god or role player.

 

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His eyes were shut calmly with a smile as he had exited the room of Temeluchas. There were so many things to do, but he had no idea where exactly to start. He figured checking up on Jehoel was the best choice at the moment. He knew Jehoel wouldn't be dying anytime soon, especially with Regulus dealing with him. To be honest he was quite impressed with Jehoel and he had to commend the keeper for keeping his secret.

He took a few steps forward, ready to head off towards the operating room, but a familiar gruff voice that made Alistair open his eyes "Oh? well this is a surprise indeed" Alistair said as eye stared over at Samuel who was making his way over towards him. He closed his eyes and let out a chuckle before rising his clenched fist before him and glanced down at the fist with narrowed eyes and a smirk.

If he could say who he respected the most out the group of misfit angels he would say that Samuel was the one that he respected. Regulus was a good sparring buddy, but the professor lacked the emotion, he treated their spars as merely work to strengthen himself other than a mere form of entertainment like Alistair did. "So sorry about that, hell called and I just didn't want to refuse such a generous offer" Alistair said nonchalantly as his narrowed eyes looked up at Samuel and a grin formed "so what bring you to the depths of hell Samuel?" Alistair said. He was curious, but the though of a worthy sparring buddy having appeared really made that curiosity quite small in comparison. Real men spoke with their fists after all.

 

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Cora was dressed in her blue, one piece swimsuit, her dark goggles placed on top of her turquoise hair, and her black whistle hanging around her neck. She looked at each of her pupils with her hands on her hips, standing tall in the three feet zone. "Now, students, ve float on our backs. Like zoh." She laid herself gracefully on the top of the water, taking in a deep breath. Instantly, she floated on top of the water. "Take in deep breath," here she exaggerated while inhaling and puffed her cheeks out and then let it out, "keep your back straight, and vallah. You float." Cora's toes touched the bottom of the pool and back she stood on her feet. "Zoh, any questions? No? Good. Float." Cora brought the whistle up to her lips and blew hard, signaling her students to begin.​

Cora's pupils began to flop around in the water, trying to let themselves do as she did. There were little grunts and grumbles as the pupils kept trying over and over again. They were just five years old, all of them very adorable. Some of them haven't even lost their baby fat yet. One kid flailed his arms, splashing water everywhere until he held still and held his breath. He looked like a puffer-fish with his cheeks filled with air. "Teacher! Teacher! I float! I float! I-blublubblub." Down under the water he went, forgetting to keep his back straight. He soon popped out of the water, extending his hands in the air as if he just preformed the most wonderful thing, even though it lasted a few seconds.​

The Russian swim instructor only tilted her head slightly, looking at her students with wide eyes of curiosity. Seeing one of her students float, only to sink tickled something inside of her. Instantly, the usually serious young woman covered her mouth to muffle a fit of giggles. But alas, she couldn't hold it back. She threw her head back, letting out a loud, heartfelt laugh that almost brought her to tears. "Oh, Billy..." She wiped away the water that was trying to leak out of her eyes with the back of her knuckle, chuckling breathlessly. " Zoh cute. Good try, zon. Good try."​

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Danel stood outside waiting for his package to arrive. Airmail was always the more convenient way to ship anything these days. The sulfuric air of the Phlegethon burned the back of his throat with every breath he took. Mammon was taking an ungodly amount of time to arrive. He glanced down at the watch on his wrist before hearing the sound of flapping wings and seeing the demon approaching with fire in his talons. It was about time.​

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He twisted the ring on his finger and tapped on the band. Can I put her in your torture chamber? You have all those enchantments on it right?​

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We should lock her up in Harbonah's room. No one would ever think to look there, especially with her name engraved on the door. I can have it redone in just a few minutes.​

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Danel glanced around unsure. He had been wanting to use Lu's Torture Chamber since she was the only one to ever go in there, but she did make a point. With Alistair and Regulus roaming about, it might not be safe after all. Alistair seemed to have no boundaries.​

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You got that right.​

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You're the one that slept with him. How do you think the Morning Star is going to react to that news? You're his mistress after all.​

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There was silence on the other end and he just shook his head. Mammon dropped Xathanael's body in front of him and his talons clicked on the rocky floor. There was blood trailing down her face and gouges in her shoulders. He lifted his brown - eyed gaze from the woman to the demon. "What the hell is this?" he demanded.​

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"She was struggling and I dropped her in the Fourth Circle. She hit her head. I kept telling her to stay still. Girl doesn't listen," Mammon clicked before flying off. Demons were so useless.​

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Danel wrapped his large hand around her bicep and they disappeared inside the palace. The Fallen in Midworld could search until they turned blue, but they would never find Xathanael and since Samuel doesn't know she's missing, he won't go snooping around for answers. When the mist cleared, a sense of nostalgia washed over him as he looked around at Harbonah's things. It felt like eons had already past. If only she hadn't been stabbed with that dagger. Danel dropped her onto the bed and Lu appeared beside him looking disheveled. He rolled his eyes and the mist took on the shapes of shackles at her hands and feet.​

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Lu began to enchant the room and no one could just simply walk in. They had to be able to control the mist in order to enter the room. This would keep any unwanted vermin out since the others didn't know how to control it. There was a stirring and a painful whine came from the girl. Lu cast a silencing spell on her and any and all noise she planned to make was lost into nothingness. They both nodded at each other proudly before exiting Harbonah's room.​

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Ah the seas what a cruel yet loving mistress she was. Aye, this boy had had quite the experience dealing with the vast majority of the world...that being water. Ah, that one fateful stormy night...er, day where they had been cast aside by the lady and dragged to the briny depths only to spit back up by it. And not to mention the other time when...wait, no that was the only time he ever had a bad experience with the sea. There was that story about a ferry or something in America(?) sinking, but he hadn't been apart of that so he wouldn't classify that as a bad experience for him...same goes for the Titanic...there was a point to this tangent somewhere along the way. What wa- Oh right! Ah, the mistress of the ocean, though she had once attempted to pull them down to Davy Jones Locker, this time she was smiling...uh...up upon them. Brandon had successfully driven the boat all the way to a beach and parked it like a pro...and accidently knocked into another boat, but that didn't matter!

Once the gang had landed on the shore they all walked around following the compass, not knowing how far exactly they had to go to. It was times like these where having a person with infinite money and a person with the ability to make anything appear out of his phone really useful. Well that just meant they'd have to make due without them. As such Brandon found a random car on the beach and decided to tinker around with the car door before opening it. Then he tinkered around with the car until he ended up starting that as well. Man, modernized cars being completely electronic all accounts sure was a great thing. Brandon took the random car's wheel and watched as everyone comedically piled into the car, realizing it was far too small for the gang as it was. Didn't matter! Brandon haphazardly drove their stolen car to some other Australian city where the compass was pointing to. They eventually ended up parking the car next to some random house, since that's where the compass was pointing to. With the entire gang piling out of the car and stretching, Brandon decided not to go with the group to find their fallen friends. Instead, "I'm gonna go find another car for us to all get into." The group was going to be far too big to hold both the group and whoever they were finding. And having some skewed perception of what was alright to steal and what wasn't, Brandon deemed that this place wasn't alright to steal from or near from, and so he merrily walked away from the gang look for another car to rig up.

 

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

MOOD ※ TIRED ✚ DAY 42 ※ 2/4 ✚ DATE ※ 11/05/2013 ✚ LOCATION ※ YANAKIE, VICTORIA; AUSTRALIA​

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LEO's fever had broke early morning that day and he had been up since then, still restrained to bed by the woman named Amelia. He had woken up with an uneasy feeling, having had a nightmare about a large ruby being surrounded in a ring of fire. Raziel wasn't a Prophet [ although he had, in several past lives, received training from Prophets to interpret dreams and visions ], but he had an extremely unsettling feeling in his stomach that something had gone very wrong recently.​

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Around noon, after Amelia had forced him to eat [ for such a small, aged woman, she was surprisingly scary ] and told him that Vincent's fever had broken far earlier than his own. He had felt guilty knots in his stomach when he realized she must have stayed up nearly all night watching over them.​

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Just an hour or so later, Leo checked his phone for the thousandth time; there were still no messages. A little while after that, there was the sound of a car outside and he thought that maybe one of Amelia's sons had come home. Carefully, he made his way towards the window. He watched as –​

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⎧Brandon?⎭ he let out with a rare expression of disbelief. He strained his eyes to see who else was in the car and then quickly turned away from the window, walking [ or more like slightly stumbling ] towards the living room. There, he saw Amelia – small-framed, aged Amelia – cocking an Ellipse Evo Light shotgun and cautiously making her way towards the door. For a moment, he was completely baffled by this strange sight, but at the realization that his comrades were in danger of being blown through by this little old lady.​

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⎧A - Amelia,⎭ he said, his voice cracking, and she jumped and then turned on him. With an expression of surprise on her face, she lowered her weapon. ⎧They – . . . I know those people. It's okay.⎭ Her face softened, but she didn't put away the gun as she set out to the kitchen to start preparing snacks. He stared after her with a disconcerted expression for a moment before returning his attention to the outside.​

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He opened the house's door after slipping a dark gray crew-neck sweater over his torso and looked at the arriving group expectantly. Leo forcefully swallowed all of his coughs, making a visible effort to not wince.​

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Quickly he counted heads. He relaxed a good deal when he saw Hay Sun's familiar burning eyes. Hana and Samuel were . . . not there. Sal was missing as well. A small part of him immediately thought the worse for the three, but that didn't make sense, considering . . .​

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The tight feeling in his stomach quickly rose to his chest and Leo stumbled back into the house, going into a coughing fit. ⎧Sweetie,⎭ Amelia was at his side with a steaming cup of tea, ⎧it's a bad practice to do anything strenuous while you're sick.⎭ She forced him into a chair.​

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The door opened and Hay Sun was the first one inside, frantically looking around. Her face washed up with visible relief when she saw him huddled in the chair with a cup of tea in his hands and a blanket wrapped around his shoulders. ⎧. . . The ahjumma* is taking care of me and Vincent.⎭ he muttered quickly before setting the mug down and removing the blanket, trying to be somewhat dignified.​

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His sister was laughing and Leo felt that pang of nostalgia again before quickly shoving it away. The rest of the group filed in and he looked at Vincent's bedroom door before returning his attention to them. ⎧Where are Hana, Samuel, and Sal?⎭ he asked with a raspy, but steely tone.​

*Ahjumma; lit. "aunt"; which is generally only used to refer ​

to women who are middle-aged or older, and working-class.​

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Samuel Riviera
DAY: 46 - 2/4 | DATE: November 6th, 2013 [Wednesday] | LOCATION: Obsidian Palace in Hell

"So what brings you to the depths of hell, Samuel?" The moment that question left his mouth, the scowl on Sam's face grew even more intense. He didn't really feel like talking about that or anything related to the matter at all. It hasn't even been a full day yet, not that he'd ever say anything about it.

"That's none of your business," he said curtly. "Whatever, that doesn't matter. Tell me, what's something interesting to do around here." If he didn't have to look around the place himself, why should he? The screwball right in front of him could give just tell him. Or at least he should be able to. If he can't give him a straight answer, he might as well take a look around. But not before a swift punch to the face.​

 

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His question seemed to hit the brute in a emotional way and he could only figure that the dark angels were messing around with the others like usual. Regardless he was still interested in what made Samuel ditch the group and join the side of the dark angels. For now he decided it was best that he held back with that question, but not out of fear. He knew that the answer he sought would not come out of Samuel's mouth and that all that it would lead to was a mere squabble, not that he mind of course.

He crossed his arms and smirked as the two stood in the forkway that led either to the operating room or forward towards the basement. "To my left leads to the operating room where professor Regulus is operating with Jehoel. To the right are bedroom and further on are paths that lead to the upper and downward levels. The basement holds the dungeons, the upper hold the throne room and an exit outside" Alistair said.

"Now that the important stuff has been said lets get to the interesting stuff. This level holds some rooms that I have yet to check out, but I do know there is a training room along with a weapon room. Demons are caged in the dungeons, but that place is too dangerous as Beelzebub roams around there." Alistair said letting out a small chuckle "Sounds a bit dull I know, but there is still many things to be found" Alistair said placing a hand in one of his pockets and pulled out a piece of paper. "I begun jotting down a map...for convenience sake" Alistair said holding out the map if Samuel desired to check it out or not.

 

Samuel Riviera
DAY: 46 - 3/4 | DATE: November 6th, 2013 [Wednesday] | LOCATION: Obsidian Palace in Hell

Well, it seems the nutjob was good for something other than a punching bag. Below them were the dungeons, above them the throne room and the way outside, and on the floor they were on were the bedrooms. As he looked at the map he had drawn, he noted that he didn't look at a lot of the rooms. In fact, only seven of the rooms on his little map were actually marked. That was rather disappointing. He was slowly rethinking his opinion on him as he held the mostly unmarked piece of paper. Dissatisfied, he tossed the map back at Alistair. At the very least he knew where the Weapon's Room and the Training Room were. He had a feeling that he'd be going between these rooms a lot. Although, he did feel like actually exploring a little, seeing how there were quite a few rooms that he hadn't checked. There might be a room he could find that may be even more interesting than the Training and Weapon Rooms.

"Well, thanks for the informative chat." He turned his back on the doctor and went off to look in his room. With nothing else he'd want to actually do at the moment, he quickly went into his room and slammed the door shut. The ill-tempered male looked around, taking note of how things seemed to be tailored to his likes.

"Well obviously. These rooms are enchanted," the Angel of Destruction told him in a condescending manner.

"Oh, so you feel like talking now?"

"Shut it, filth monger. You're standing in my room. You should be thankful."

"And why should I be thankful that I'm standing in Hell?"

"It's your fault for falling in love with Xathanael." Despite the fact that he was berating Sam, his tone was calm and deadpan. "If you had been able to suppress your emotions and refrain from interacting with her, you wouldn't be in this mess now, would you?" The aggravated individual stood in front of the door as he listened to Abaddon's continued rantings. "But no, you had to give in to your carnal desires and lay with that woman. Granted, I did say I would allow you to pursue that relationship. Perhaps that was a mistake. In any case, you were the one that ultimately allowed yourself to be persuaded by little ol' Danny boy."

"So what would you have me do?"

"Just keep your mouth shut, you feeble husk. Do as they instruct. There is nothing else I can do."

"You're not gonna punish me?"

"I considered it, but I ultimately decided that, all things considered, being in Hell is more beneficial for myself than being in Midworld. Here in Hell, we can destroy as we please, and there is a bountiful supply of demons to kill. And since we are freely able to access these things, I feel that training you to use my powers would be most effective here."

"So you're gonna work me to the bone. Figures."

"That is for my benefit as well. Building you up as a powerful vessel will allow me to further bond myself to you, which in turn allows me to feel more satisfaction as you fight and kill." Defeated, Samuel slumped down against the door, slowly sliding down until he was sitting on the floor. He buried his face in his hands as anger coursed through his entire being.​

 

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Alistair could only watch as Samuel walked off and chuckled as he watched the male slam the door. "Quite the interesting fellow..." Alistair said placing his hands in his pockets. The angry ones were always the most fun to poke around, despite the brutal outcome that would arrive after said poking. Merely talking about the rooms had sparked the interest of Alistair and he glance around the area, looking at the hallway filled with many doors all calling out to him to open up.

Tomorrow was the day that Regulus would become a father. He figured that work on Jehoel would take a pause, but he knew Jehoel wasn't going anywhere and Regulus was far from over wit his little experiments. He had enough time to merely go around and check out the place before seeing the professor at work. He turned and faced the direction that led to Lu's room.

Calmly he looked to the side of himself to see if there was a nametag for the room on his left, and walked ahead. No longer in the fork, Alistair looked to his right left once again to see if there was a nametag. If he was correct then the rooms on the left should have been bedroom for the angels. He didn't make an attempt to open those doors but he did look to his right and figured it was a room worth investigating. With his mind made he opened the door there to see what was there.

 

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Alice smiled kindly at him and responded, "I'm Alice Walker. I'm Lauren's wife." She then acknowledged that they were finally at Birdsville and Alice nudged Lauren to wake her up, Lauren was half awake and mumbling, "I'll tell you as we get off the bus."​

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Lauren fell asleep again and Alice sighed and picked her up and pulled her off the bus, "Our home in Tasmania was destroyed along with our coworker, Mikey's." Alice shook Mikey as she said it and he jolted awake and grabbed his things and headed off of the bus with them, "So while things recover, we are heading to Lauren's paren'ts house." She didn't want to release the details of Lauren and her parent's relationship. She then got off of the bus and turned towards Sal, "And you are not causing any trouble at all." Mikey looked like he was about to speak and Alice shot him off a glare.​

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Lauren finally woke up a bit more and realized where they were and buried her face in Alice's shoulder, "No not yet..." Alice rubbed Lauren's head and told her to shush. Alice then turned to Sal and spoke, "If you have nowhere else to go, you can come along. We don't mind."​

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"Speak for yourself, mate."​

"Mikey don't do this now."​

"Lauren always tends to bring in people who rob your house or destroy the place, what makes you think this man is any different."​

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Lauren glared at Mikey and spoke, "Stop it, you don't know him mate."​

 

Ah, so her name was Alice Walker was it? That would mean that she was Lauren's sister most likely. "I'm Lauren's wife." Oh, lesbians. Well that was certainly different from what he was expecting. That aside she told them about what their reason for being in this town was. So apparently they didn't even live on the mainland of Australia and were actually in Tasmania the entire time. Oh well that was certainly interesting. They were at Tasmania at one point too sooo...this is clearly not here just because I needed to edit something meta-gamy out...Nope, not at all....Regardless they were going to Lauren's house were they? Sal was thinking that the entire Walker family must be a pretty generous one if they were willing to let a stranger just stay at their place. It took some convincing from Alice, but she was finally able to get Lauren off the bus and the gang then just stood outside.

He was about to tell her that he'd happily accept the offer when the man who gave him the clothes, Mickey, spoke up. "Lauren always tends to bring in people who rob your house or destroy the place, what makes you think this man is any different." Mickey was clearly not a Walker.He stood idly by as the two Walker girls came to his defense.

After they were done Sal decided to tell Mickey the reason he shouldn't be afraid. "Now now Mickey, I can assure you that I don't have any criminal intent whatsoever. Seeing as until just now I didn't know you had a place to destroy I think I'm safe on those accounts. Also, if I were trying to rob you, well let's just say you'd be doing a pretty bad job at keeping yourself safe by giving clothes to a man you're suspicious of. Not to mention I wouldn't dream of causing harm to these two sweet ladies. Anyway, thank you very much so for offering to let me stay at the Walker place, and I'd be happy to accept it." It was true, moments like these people did actually grow more suspicious of Sal then they were before he spoke, but he was only saying what was on his mind.

 

Vincent Antonio Zeppeli
DAY: 46 - 3/4 | DATE: November 6th, 2013 [Wednesday] | LOCATION: Amelia's House in Yanakie, Australia

When Vincent woke up, he immediately noticed that he was feeling even better than normal. There was no tension in his shoulders at all, he felt incredibly limber. It was astounding, you couldn't even tell that he had been sick the day before. As he stood around in the guest room of the kind lady's house, he heard a commotion coming from outside. People starting to come into the house, a large group of people judging from the multitude of footsteps.

The moment he opened his door, he was surprised to see that the others from their group were in the living room. It was such a huge relief to see most of them standing in the house, still alive and well. It did his heart good, not to mention it saved them the trouble of having to go look for them. Well, most of them anyways, but that's beside the point. When he saw the girl with the ghostly complexion, he was absolutely ecstatic. That meant that they had access to the compass now. Not to mention that there was a pretty face with them now, and not just two guys together, alone with no way of figuring out exactly how to find the others. Though, considering the other guy was Leo, that may be a bit of a stretch.

"Oh, hey guys! It's great to see you!" He said as he approached the group. Immediately, he stood in front of Joslyn and gave her a hug. "It's good to know you're alive and well."

"A-a-aa-a-aa-aaa-aaah, y-yeah! B-b-bu-bu-but, c-cou-could you m-ma-maybe l-let g-g-g-g-go of m-me-me?" It was clear that the teenager was very shaken by physical contact.

"Oh, sorry." The friendly Italian quickly released her from his embrace.

She cleared her throat before speaking again. "Th-tha-thank you." Her pale face was flushed a vibrant red. "A-anyways... I-I can't s-say where S-Sal is, w-w-we haven't f-f-found him." Well that explained one thing. "A-as for Hana and S-Sam... Well..." She seemed to fidget around as she spoke. "S-Sam just d-disappeared all of a s-sudden, and..." At this point, she started to tear up. "H-Hana was k... ki..." The girl wiped her eyes with her sleeve before continuing. "Hana was k-kidnapped..."

Vincent plopped down onto a nearby seat, blown away by what he just heard.​