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Samuel Riviera
DAY: 47 - 4/4 | DATE: November 7th, 2013 [Thursday] | LOCATION: Obsidian Palace in Hell

Sam lay on his bed, blankly staring at the ceiling. He had no desire to do anything now that he knew the lay out of the palace. None whatsoever. His desire to move was utterly gone and it seemed like he just waited for something to happen.

"This depressed attitude of yours is beginning to piss me off."

"Oh yeah? And what are you gonna do?"

"Tomorrow, we'll begin your training. You obviously desire something to do, and yet you lack the initiative to start it. If that's the case, I'll simply give you something to do so that you'll cease this infernal moping."

"Whatever." At this point, Sam stopped caring about anything at all. Being stuck in Hell was starting to negatively affect him. There wasn't much for him to do until they called him. As he moped about, he heard a knocking at his door.

"Oh Samuel," the voice behind the door called cheerfully, "come out and play." Sluggishly, he lifted himself off of the bed and made his way to the door. Upon seeing who was behind it, his face contorted into one of complete anger.

"What the hell do you want, bitch?"​

 

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The door opened and Samuel looked down on Lu with an angry expression. "What the hell do you want bitch?"​

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She shook her head and flicked him in the chest. "Tsk. Tsk. Someone is awfully testy. Weren't you ever told not to bite the hand that feeds you? I come bearing good news and you snap on me in an instant." She smiled at him joyfully, even with those angry dark eyes baring down on her. Lu had nothing to be upset about, so why should she act any other way?​

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He growled at her before speaking again. "What is it, then?"​

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Temeluchas smirked. "I have a job for you. Tomorrow you go to Rome. There is a project we're working on that could use your unique expertise. Danel will take you in the morning to the excavation sight where you'll meet the people you're working with. They'll explain everything to you then." Her head lulled to the side and she tapped her finger to her temple. "Better now? You get to go break a bunch of stuff to your heart's content."​

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✴Day~46{4/4}☁Location~Birdsville, Australia☁ Wednesday, November 7th, 2013✴​

Elsie finished up dinner and went to bed. After she digested her food and locked her bike in her room, because she just had a gut feeling that nothing was safe out in the open in Australia. ​

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And in New Zeland, Cora ended her class after reviving some kids after they sorta drowned, went home, took a shower, changed into PJ's, drank some vodka, and passed out on her bed. That was the end of Cora's day. ​

 

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Thursday, November 7th, 2013 | Day 47 : 4/4 | Music | Location: Birdsville, Australia| ooc:​

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Despite the confidence everyone probably thought he had when he was possessed by Semyaza, Adam clearly distanced when they found Vincent and Jun Tae and on their way to Birdsville. He wasn't happy. Although no one else besides Azazel knew, he felt like Semyaza just told her his deepest, darkest secrets. And then expected him to be content with it. He wasn't, he was far from content with it.​

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When they finally arrived at Birdsville, Adam went into the hotel room before anyone else had, and he put his bag down. He kept staring at the bag for a few minutes before he opened up the pocket with the knife and pulled it out. He stared at it for a long moment before he found himself heading towards the door. When he grabbed the handle, he freezed.​

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Where do you think you are going?​

I have the knife, where do you think I am going?​

Are you an idiot? Is nothing going to compute to you?​

I said I would destroy the compass, I am going to destroy the compass.​

...So you have decided to fully commit yourself to the Dark Angels then? ​

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Adam was silent for a long time, frozen where he was in front of the door. He couldn't find a reply, and Semyaza could sense that.​

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Blind actions? I am tired of this Adam Pike. I still have to make decisions for you then? Put the knife back.​

No. I'm going out there.​

I am kindly asking for you to put the knife back.​

I won't.​

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Adam felt himself become fully possessed and everything felt fuzzy. He felt himself place the knife back into the bag, and then felt his hand reach for Nahkosh. He felt it unclip and grow into a knife, and felt the blade get placed on his pinky finger.​

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WAIT DON'T DO THAT​

You think I do not hold to my word? Do you think my threats are something to trifle with? You will learn from example.​

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The door was heard being open and then he felt himself quickly go into the bathroom of the hotel room. The door was locked and Adam heard himself sigh, although he didn't sigh on his own. Semyaza had him look into the mirror and whispered outloud, "You are very lucky. I will not cut off your finger today. But know that I rarely give anyone free passes."​

Then let me go.​

"I will, if you swear to me you will not try this again for as long as you have no side determined on your own."​

Why?​

"I do not wish to baby you. If you do not promise me this, you will try it again. And again."​

You are right.​

"So swear it."​

No.​

"Kiddo, I would swear it if I were you."​

I will not. Because if I swear it and I do try it again, I will be breaking a promise.​

"Like you have not broken a promise before."​

I won't make anymore promises I can't keep.​

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Adam felt himself seated down at the edge of the tub. His sneaker was pulled off of his left foot.​

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"Swear it, or I will make you swear it. Sign it in blood or I will sign it with your big toe."​

You wouldn't!​

"Swear it."​

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There was a long moment where Adam panicked in the back of his head, and he felt Nahkosh placed by his big toe. She wouldn't actually do this would she?​

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I will not swear it.​

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Spoiler: Details... Trigger Warning for people who need it.

At that moment the blade cut through his flesh and bone, and Semyaza released him right as he hit the nerve. The blood began pouring out and the toe fell to the floor. Adam let out a piercing scream and quickly covered his mouth and dropped Nahkosh. The blade was covered in blood from his toe, and his toe wouldn't stop bleeding. He had tears pouring out his eyes as he tried to stop the bleeding.​

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Do not underestimate me anymore Adam Pike. Now do you swear it?​

I SWEAR IT.... I swear...​

Good. I should never have to do this again.​

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Adam kept trying to get up and run for help, but he did not want to have to explain to the others why he cut off his own toe. He wanted to wait it out until it stopped hurting, but he was worried it would bleed out. He looked back at his foot, and looked at the bone, and felt like he was going to throw up.​

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The gang had made it to a hotel that Lion Bro had managed to get them once more and as such were going to sleep here for the night. It was good not having to dip into that finite yet still maybe infinite pool of money that Cass had left behind for them. As the group walked around Buch seemed to be trouble about something. He showed them a notepad with stuff written on it about El and was concerned that they had missed him. Well, its not like this thing was ever wrong though, right? So there had to be something here. Brandon decided to say, "don't worry, I'm sure that he's doing fine. He might've just gone on some sort of adventure or something and got dragged away for whatever reason. Whatever it is, I'm sure we'll find him soon enough." After that, everyone sort of did their own thing and went to bed.

Brandon, however, on his way to his room stopped. He had been meaning to do something, something about everything that had been going on. He figured the reason that Xana was kidnapped was because he was too weak. And that just wasn't good at all. As such, Brandon went to the person who was oddly still awake. "Hey there." The usually sleepy man, Wealthard, looked down at Brandon and glanced at him questioningly. Brandon looked at him with one of determination and said, "do you want to spar against me?"

Wealthard looked around and looked at empty air as if someone was talking to him. After a minute or two of whatever it was he was doing, Wealthard sighed and said, "alright then."Brandon was feeling ready and willing to go against this lazy man and the both of them decided to go to the roof where no one was going to bother them.

Spoiler: Brandon Vs. Richard

The two faced each other down quite ready to proceed on with this oddly impromptu training session. Richard was only doing this because he was being bugged by Maalik to do so, and Brandon was here because he knew that he needed to get stronger. Brandon turned his bracelet into Vis Vis and got into his very gane protagonist fighting stance. Richard drew out El-Harriss and got into his very en garde fighting stance. Richard spun his blade around and stared down Brandon not entirely sure what to expect from this kid. He had honestly no recollection of the last time he had seen this kid fight. Regardless this kid was probably no better with a blade than any other person in the group. Brandon however, had no idea why Wealthard was taking such an odd stance. That's not what video games and anime had taught him at all. It was always spread yourself out as wide as possible and never stop bouncing. Oh well, the training between the two was now getting kicked off.

Brandon started the session off by attacking at Richard with a slash. Richard simply parried the blade away and then did an extremely lethargic swing down on Brandon. Brandon was able to get his balance back just in time and brought his blade back up to defend against the strike from Wealthard. Good lord, this man was strong. Brandon then proceeded to go slash again only to be parried lethargically away once more. He went in to attack Brandon's left, to which Brandon managed to block the strike barely once more. Brandon could tell that Wealthard was barely even trying in a sword on a sword fight, but he was going to definitely not stop. He stuck his blade out, ready to charge, and Richard beat the blade before Brandon even struck at him, knocked Brandon off balance, and then proceeded to go bring the blade back down towards Brandon once again.

Brandon, this time, let himself fall down and then shot back up, ready to bring on the pain towards Wealthard again. Only Brandon knew when something wasn't working to not keep trying it over and over again. He wasn't insane after all. He decided to go charge at Wealthard, who was ready to parry again, and then jumped back. Wealthard had parried him again and ended up missing because of it, to which Brandon then lunged forward towards Wealthard. Unfortunately, what he didn't realize, was that Wealthard could move backward. And he could actually move pretty fast. As such, Brandon had missed completely and Richard took the opportunity to beat his blade and went to strike down Brandon. Right before the blade hit, though, Richard turned his sword back into a wand and stopped.

The two were not satisfied with this being the end of the sparring match, and so they returned to a distance away from each other and drew their blades once more. This time, though, rather sticking strictly to blades, they decided to amp up the death level. Richard ignite his blade in white hellfire and Brandon electrocuted his blade in...angel lighting? Terminology aside, the two were ready to bring on the hurt towards each other in a much more extreme way than before. Richard then proceeded to fire and let out a wave of mist towards Brandon. Unfortunately the mist did not get rid of the lightning. That proved that it was not hellfire based. Brandon just sort of stood there, kind of confused, as to what that mist actually was. After standing around for a bit, Brandon decided to fight.

Brandon attacked Richard, only this time he was moving faster with his lightning coating. Colliding with Richard's hellfire saber, the lightning and fire started reacting towards each other. One trying to overtake the other. There felt to be some bad blood between these attacks. Richard could feel some sort of anger building up inside of him, most likely caused by Maalik, and eventually overtook Brandon's lightning. Brandon was able to jump back and avoid any actual damage, from the flames and then attacked with a more intensified lightning sword swing towards Wealthard. Richard struck back with a more intensified flame strike towards Vis Vis, and the same thing happened again. Brandon was not having a good time against this man. He was better in almost every way shape and form, but Brandon wasn't going to let that stop him.

Brandon went in again, this time unleashing one lightning strike after the other, and Wealthard was not giving an inch at all. He was parrying blade strike after blade strike, with his flames trumping Brandon's lightning each time. Brandon had a tenacious spirit, though, and wanted to be stronger. He was going to give his all, even if it was against a team mate and even if it was just sparring, Brandon wasn't going to stop until he couldn't go anymore. Wealthard then decided to go on the offensive and attack towards Brandon with a lunge towards Brandon, albeit rather slowly. That allowed Brandon to be able to block the attack and then push the strike away. Brandon then took the opportunity to bring in a follow up strike, which Wealthard promptly parried. Richard was ready to strike down Brandon, only he didn't because he wasn't going to kill this kid.

The two of the combatants were not nearly done though. Brandon was going to totally beat Wealthard or pass out trying. He fired off a light wave towards the lazy man, to which Wealthard responded to by throwing out a flame wave. The two collided and the fire and lightning mixed together, until the fire had trumped the lightning. Richard then went in and sent out more fire waves towards Brandon, to which the young boy could barely keep up with at all, but still was able to counter with his own lightning waves. The attacks were relentless from Wealthard now, and Brandon had to keep pushing himself to his limits to not get totally incinerated by it. Brandon was then getting advanced on by Wealthard who struck down towards Brandon, to which he brought up his lightning sword to block it.

The attack had sent Brandon sliding back. Brandon was wondering what he could do against Wealthard to somehow turn the tides in his favor. So he did the one thing he could think to. He got ready to charge up and fire off a lightning bolt towards Wealthard, only for it to be to be totally intercepted by the flame of stream from Wealthard. Brandon's grip tightened and he went onto to try and fight him even harder than before with stronger lightning. Richard constantly tried to keep pace with the kid, if only faster really, because going all out on his as he was would do neither of them good. Richard could understand this will behind his blade to get stronger,and had to push the kid farther if his powers were ever going to get out of the rut he felt they were in.

RIchard struck Brandon's sword again, stronger than before, and sent it flying out of his hands. Richard then pointed the blazing saber towards Brandon, to which Brandon countered by summoning Vis Vis back in his hands and striking the blade away. Richard was kind of taken off guard by this attack as he didn't know the blades could do that and left himself completely open. However, Richard sent a wall of flames upwards to deter and defend against Brandon's lightning sword strike. Backing off a bit Richard stood back up and started attacking Brandon with extreme speed and Brandon had no choice but to try and keep on the defensive once more. Each blow was starting to way more heavily on him and he wasn't sure how much longer he could hold out against the Norwegian Fencer man.

Huffing, Brandon decided to keep exerting himself farther and farther. He had no sense of his limits and no sense of restriction, so each time he attacked it was everything he had. He used his sword to send out another surge of electricity towards Wealthard but it ended the same way. Brandon then rushed towards Wealthard once again and started striking at him more and more and more and more. Strike after strike, parry after parry. Brandon was eventually beaten back by Richard's blade again and was sent sliding back across the roof once more. His legs were starting to burn a bit, but it didn't matter. Brandon charged towards Wealthard once more and tried to take on Richard once more, before his sword simply got parried away once more.

Brandon started to feel the fatigue in his body. All the fighting over the night had really started to take its toll. But regardless of the pain, Brandon wasn't ready to stop yet. Richard stood there, calmly, assessing the situation. Brandon sent as much electricity towards Richard as he could, but the guardian of the hellfire was too fast and much stronger than the archangel of lighting and as such, the cycle repeated. Brandon went in to try and strike at Richard once more, only for his blade to start getting parried once more. Richard realized the kid couldn't go on much longer. As such, he punched Brandon in the gut, knocking the wind out of him, and causing him to drop Vis Vis. With that done, Brandon went in with electrified fists towards Richard until Richard simply kicked the kid away and caused him to pass out.

The match was done. Richard stood there looking at the kid. He was out cold now. He had a lot of tenacity, sure, but not much power to back it up. Guess that explained why he was so eager to get stronger at this rate. Richard felt more tired than usual himself, probably from his own exertion, and decided that now was the greatest time for sleeping. While he would be fine with sleeping on the roof, he didn't think the kid would be. As such, he picked him up and walked with him all the way to his room. Richard dropped Brandon off in his room before going to sleep in his own room.

 

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Lauren really liked Sal's company so far. He kept questioning her when she tried to be logical but even that didn't bug her. She kept breaking a lot of things today, and she wouldn't have really noticed it if it wasn't pointed out left and right. She finally got to talking to her father, who she was the most worried about the homosexuality thing.​

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After they had a nice little chat she asked if she could go skeet shooting in the back yard tomorrow. Which he was okay with of course. He knew about her shooting skills and was not afraid of letting her use it. Lauren went and asked Sal if he wanted to join. He gave her a rather nervous smile as he agreed.​

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Before Lauren went to bed she sat on the back porch with Alice looking at the stars and Lauren quickly said, "Have we met Sal before?"​

"Huh?"​

"Sal, he feels like an old mate. I feel like I've known him before."​

"I don't know... I haven't met him before. I know that. Maybe when you were younger?"​

"Nah, I'd remember that..."​

"Would you?"​

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Lauren thought about it a little more before she got up, "Maybe... he just seems familiar. Imma head to bed. G-night." She looked around to see if anyone was looking and kissed Alice and then went back into the house and fell asleep on the couch. ​

 

Samuel Riviera
DAY: 47 - 4/4 | DATE: November 7th, 2013 [Thursday] | LOCATION: Obsidian Palace in Hell

The bitch smirked. "I have a job for you. Tomorrow you go to Rome. There is a project we're working on that could use your unique expertise. Danel will take you in the morning to the excavation site where you'll meet the people you're working with. They'll explain everything to you then." Her head lulled to the side and she tapped her finger to her temple. "Better now? You get to go break a bunch of stuff to your heart's content." Was that supposed to be a joke? As if he'd feel better about being stuck in Hell because of wanton destruction. It'd make him feel better if he got to see Hana, though they probably wouldn't allow for that. He started to think about if she was worrying where he disappeared to or if she was saddened by his sudden disappearance.

"Is that all you have to say?" His voiced quivered with rage. The infuriated man stood at the door staring at the bandaged dark angel in front of him. That smug look on her face pissed him off to no end. How he wished he could add on to the bandages already there so that he wouldn't have to see her face again. Now that, that was something that would make him feel better.

"Stay your hand, fool." Unconsciously, Sam had started to reach out to grab her face. He clenched his nearly outstretched hand and forced it back down to his side. His teeth gritted as he struggled. "You are far too emotional, something I'm going to have to fix as well."​

 

Vincent Antonio Zeppeli
DAY: 47 - 4/4 | DATE: November 7th, 2013 [Thursday] | LOCATION: Inn in Birdsville, Australia

After getting to the Inn that Leo managed to book for them, he decided to room with that Adam kid. He hadn't really gotten to speak with him since they were at the restaurant, so he saw it as a good opportunity to catch up. When they were in the room, he noticed that he wasn't in the room. Though since there was a light coming from underneath the door, he figured that he was in there. The trip to the inn from Amelia's was a long one that probably warranted a long awaited trip to the bathroom.

However, a scream sounded followed by an awkward silence. At the sound of the scream that came from the bathroom, Vincent rushed to find out what had happened. "Hey, I hea- Oh my God! What the hell happened here?!" Though he wasn't inexperienced with cuts and wounds and the like, what he saw there was leagues beyond simple injuries like those.

Adam was staring at his foot without acknowledging Vincent was even there. Not intentionally meaning to be rude. He looked up with tear filled eyes and spoke, "WHAT THE HELL DOES IT LOOK LIKE TO YOU?!"

"Oh God, oh God, oh God!" The panicking Italian took a look around the bathroom and took one of the hand towels and tossed it to him. "O-okay! You try to stop the bleeding with this!" He tried to keep calm at all of this. Back at the restaurant he worked at, one of the newbies nearly cut off his own finger. This was similar to that, he just needed to keep calm and find some bandages. "I'll go get bandages from the front desk!"

Adam held the hand towels to his foot and shakily spoke, "I-I have band-bandages in the front pocket of- of my knapsa- oh my god this hurts."

"Great!" Frantically, the shaken man looked around for Adam's bag. As soon as he found it, he dug around as quickly as he could to find the bandages. When he got them, he rushed over to the bleeding teenager. "Okay, show me your foot!" Adam let go of his foot and pointed it in Vincent's direction, then nervously grabbed at the removed toe on the ground and lifted it up looking like he was ready to faint at the sight of it.

"Oh man!" He could feel the vomit rising up in his throat as Adam held his severed toe. The flustered Italian man guided his hand to hold the toe in place. "Just hold it there, okay!?" He unraveled the bandaging without a moments hesitation and immediately began to wrap the dismembered digit. His hands were shaking the entire time.

Adam stared at Vincent as he did this and quickly let out, "Is this going to help it? I don't know what to do about this. My bloody toe is cut off man!"

As he quickly continued to thoroughly cover the severed toe, he answered the skeptical teen without even looking at him. "Well this should at least help! We need to get you someone who is good at stitching up wounds!" With the toe and a good portion of his foot thoroughly wrapped in bandaging, he sat down on the floor, exhausted from the stress of the moment. "Oh man..." Vincent held the toe and tried to adjust it to make sure it was aligned properly for the time being.

Adam looked at Vincent and felt something numb in his toe, the pain slowly disappearing. He shifted his weight a little forward, "Are you doing something?"

"Doing something?" A confused look came onto his face. "I don't know what you're talking about, I'm just holding your toe."

Adam looked down at his toe and then back at Vincent, "I know that but... this is strange..."

"What is?"

"It feels... numb. Like, it's not in pain but it's like.. a healing numb."

"A healing numb? I don't quite follow."

"You know when you put something like neosporin on a cut, and it numbs up before it heals? It feels like that... except, it shouldn't feel like it is healing... should it?"

"I don't even..." After several minutes of holding the toe in place, he let go, completely flabbergasted by the words coming out of Adam's mouth.

Adam rolled his eyes, "Do you not know what healing is like or something? Have you ever cut yours- AH WHAT THE FUCK!" Adam cut off what he was saying when he noticed his toe that was cut off moved. He stared at it in horror as he moved it again to confirm it and he let out a scream.

As he noticed the movement from the bandaged toe, Vincent jumped back, visibly surprised by the sight of movement. "Wha-what the hell!?"

Adam stared at it for a long moment as he forced himself to calm down, "W-what did you do?"

"I-I don't know... I wasn't even trying to do anythi- Just... What the hell?" Adam stared for a little bit longer before he quickly went for the bandages and started to unwrap it. When he finished unwrapping it, they were surprised to see that the toe was no longer severed. In fact, it seemed like it was never cut off in the first place. He was drawing blanks as he continued to stare at the healed up toe in awe.

Adam stared at the toe with no words being able to be produced. Finally something seemed to click as he turned to Vincent, "Is this your angel's work?" At his suggestion, the Italian thought back to when he was sick. It only took him a little more than a day to completely get over a sickness that was still afflicting Leo. With this new bit of information presented to him, he came to the conclusion that he must have a Healing ability. That was a great discovery. He needed to consider how to apply and use this newly found power.

After that entire debacle, and finally washing up all of the blood from the bathroom and their hands, Vincent got ready to go to sleep. As he sat in bed, he kept looking at his own two hands, now armed with the knowledge he can heal others through touch. Now that meant he would be able to easily mend people's injuries and help them continue to fight on. Though, he figured it would be best if he didn't physically get involved in fights. Even though he himself had an Advanced Healing Factor, he wasn't sure to what extent it went to, and he was far from willing to find out. With these thoughts whizzing about his head, he fell asleep.

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Joslyn Taylor Jones
DAY: 47 - 4/4 | DATE: November 7th, 2013 [Thursday] | LOCATION: Inn in Birdsville, Australia

There seemed to be a commotion in one of the rooms, though Joslyn didn't go out of the room to find out what was going on. She stayed in the room, holding on to the cracked compass.

"Things have been getting tough."

"I know." The ghostly teen spoke half-heartedly.

"Honey, I know that losing Xath has been hard on you, but you need to be strong. Not just for you or me, but for hers as well."

"I... I know..." Her voice started to break as tears flowed from her eyes.

"Please, don't cry anymore." The girl finally calmed down and started to wipe away to sorrow laden tears from her face. "C'mon, it's getting late now. You should go to sleep."

"Okay." Her eyes puffy and swollen, the girl slowly fell asleep.​

 

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Thursday, November 7th, 2013 | Day 47 : 4/4 | Music | Location: Birdsville, Australia| ooc:​

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Adam was still in absolute awe as he and Vincent cleaned up all the blood. Adam grabbed Nahkosh and wiped it off and had it shrink back to necklace size and clipped it back onto the chain. He put all of his stuff that was scattered on the bed from the search for bandages back into his bag.​

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Adam took off his other shoe and sat down on the bed. He stared at the healed toe for a little longer, flexing it and then chuckled for a second and whispered to himself, "Wiggle your big toe." He then put on a new pair of socks and whispered to himself, "Dang I haven't seen that movie in forever."​

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You got really lucky Kiddo. I do not understand where you get it from. Wasn't expecting Raphael to jump to your rescue.​

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Adam stared at his foot with the sock and whispered, "Don't do that again, I got the message this first time."​

I figured. I was just hoping you would lose that toe. ​

"If you wanted me to lose it, you should have blown it up."​

I will keep that advice in mind next time, thank you Kiddo.​

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Adam fell back onto the bed and then stared at the ceiling, the words kiddo rang through his head for a moment before questioned, "You wouldn't happen to know the date would you?"​

Why would I bother to check the date? I know the about as much as you do when it comes to the date.​

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Adam sat back up in the bed and muted the television and surfed the channels quickly before he got to a news station. When the date "November 7th, 2013" popped up, he stared at it for a moment before he spoke, "Wow I stopped keeping track... last I checked it was October."​

Oh... right. As much as I would love to acknowledge that tomorrow is approximately your nineteenth year of escape from your mother's womb, minus the creation time, I believe we are busy with other things.​

"You just put 'tomorrow is your birthday' in the most awkward way possible."​

That was barely even awkward. Would you rather me make it worse?​

"No no. I'm all set."​

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Adam shut off the television and fell back on the bed again and was in a rather good mood for having just lost his toe. And it had nothing to do with his birthday being tomorrow either. He was just in an interestingly good mood.​

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When he closed his eyes and was about to fall asleep with a smile on his face he heard.​

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And good luck making sure Joslyn does not tell anyone about that compass cracking.​

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And suddenly his good mood was destroyed as he fell asleep.​

 

Samuel Riviera​

DAY: 47 - 4/4 | DATE: November 7th, 2013 [Thursday] | LOCATION: Obsidian Palace in Hell​

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Lu looks thoughtful for a moment before finally nodding her head with a smile. "Yup. That's all. Have a nice night," she tells him before skipping off down the hall to her room. That damned shark-toothed grin of hers really pissed him off. He shut the door behind him as he made his way back to the bed. After plopping back down onto the bed, he looked back up to the ceiling, disinterested in everything once again.​

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"You've been wanting something to do and they give it to you, yet you still mope about. I fail to understand human emotion or the logic that comes with it."​

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"Fine by me. I just want to get it over with."​

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"Miserable cretin." After that, the Angel of Destruction stopped speaking. It was just an eerie silence in his room. No sounds or voices could be heard, not even the hum of electricity. Just dead silence in his room. Before too long, he closed his tired eyes and went to sleep.​

 

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⎡WEARING ✑ DAY⁝ 47 4/4 ✑ WRITING⎤​

⎣LOCATION⁝ Hotel ❮Birdsville, Australia❯⎦​

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The only person that seemed to acknowledge Kai's concern for Sal was Brandon, who insisted the Portuguese man was fine. He sighed and left the lobby defeated. Kai made his way upstairs and slid the key card into the card reader. The lights flashed green and he opened the door to head inside. He stumbled his way to the bed and pulled off his high tops. There was an immediate surge of pain in his ankle and Kai grit his teeth as he breathed deeply. It was taking its sweet time to heal up and he wasn't sure how much longer he could deal with it. Kai had never really injured himself before, so he was a pretty big pansy for the sprained ankle pain.

He rubbed his ankle for awhile and put some ice on it to help numb the pain. Eventually Kai gave up in his endeavors and laid back on the bed. He draped his arm over his eyes and sighed. He really just kind of wanted to go home. Kai rolled over onto his side and buried his face into his pillow. He yawned and shut off the lamp on the nightstand before falling asleep.​

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The better part of two days had been spent in a car when they finally arrived at the nowhere-town of Birdsville, where Leo then booked them rooms at a small hotel along the way. Considering he had slept for the better part of the drive ( instinctively keeping to Vincent's side as a matter of survival and getting better ) he wasn't very tired, but he knew that if he laid down for even a few minutes, he would sleep some more.

Hay Sun had been unusually quiet and he could tell that she had some sort of heavy guilty weighing on her shoulders about the disappearance of Hana and how she could do nothing about it. She had gone to bed without a word to anyone. Leo had tried to focus on getting better because he was useless to the group sick, but instead he knew that Hana had been taken to the Dark Angels' headquarters, even though he didn't exactly know where that was . . . yet.

Slowly, his top priority was now finding Leviathan.

He was right about sleeping; he was out in no time.

 

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Cal[/url] was dreaming about swimming in the Phlegethon when she felt a nudge to her side. She groaned in her sleep. "Hey. Cal. Wake up." There was another nudge and she moaned before rubbing the backs of her hands to her tired eyes. She blinked groggily in the dim bedroom lighting. Cal yawned before her weary eyes finally settled on the face hovering over her. She looked up at Soren in confusion.​

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"Soren? What is it? Did something happen?" Cal didn't understand why he would be waking her up. It wasn't like Soren to interact with her in any way that wasn't mean. Momma Lu always said she had to do with it on her own. That it builds character. If he was just waking her up to shoot more insults, then she was probably going to punch her small fists in his face. Slowly, she sat upright and pulled the blanket with her.​

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[/url]"No, nothing happened." Well, that was good, but Cal couldn't figure out why else Soren would be waking her up. "I know we're not exactly friends ... but ... Why are you friendly with the adults?"​

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She blinked at him in confusion. "What?" Cal asked sleepily. She must have been hearing him wrong.​

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"They're not good. They would kill us if we got in their way." he told her.​

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Cal's forehead crinkled and she squished her lips together in concentration while shaking her head. "N - no, that can't be true. Momma Lu says we're special. They need us. They wouldn't kill us." Why was he asking this so suddenly? She pulled the bed sheet closer to her body and stared up at Soren curiously.​

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There was a long silence after that and she really just wanted to go back to sleep. Cal was starting to think that was the end of the conversation and she started to lean back on her bed again when Soren finally spoke once more. "Um ..."​

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She raised an eyebrow at him. "Yes?"​

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"You have nice hair." he blurted out.​

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Cal swallowed a lump in her throat and she felt her face flush. She started to nervously comb her fingers through her hair. "Th - thanks. Um ... you - you have nice hair too, I guess." That just came out of nowhere. She buried her face in the bed sheet and tried to make the redness in her cheeks go away.​

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Day: 48 (1/4)​

Date: 8th November 2013​

Location: Above Coral Sea, between Northern Australia and Southern Papua New Guinea​

Time: 4am​

Nasir was bored and tired. It was far too early to be on the plane he was inside. He had woken up at three in the morning after going to sleep, and made the decision that he did in fact want to go to Australia. So, after contacting the interested client, he had discovered that the location that the client lived in was Birdsville. The name Birdsville had struck him as odd, why name a town something like that? But he had managed to overcome that fact, and booked a flight to leave in just an hour after that discovery. ​

The plane was a small one, but that was expected in a plane that's destination was a town as small as Birdsville. He had remained fairly quiet in the plane thus far, and he probably would for the rest of the flight, for he knew if he opened his mouth foul words would probably fly out of it. He simply sat there, listening to music on his ipod, as he flew over the Coral Sea. He raised his attention briefly to the speakers in the ceiling as a message played from it. If it was to be believed, it would only be another hour until he landed in Birdsville. Nasir rolled his eyes. Another hour of boredom before he could get off this godforsaken vehicle.​

 

Brandon awoke that morning feeling rather sore. It wasn't as bad as it could've been, thanks to the magic of angel fatigue restoration, but he was still feeling the affects of last night. Jeez, that was quite the one sided fight against Wealthard. His lightning did not match the other's fire at all, and it was showing itself quite well. This just showed Brandon all the more reason he needed to get stronger and train more. But for now! Brandon was hungry. Fighting fellow angel comrades with magic powers left a guy feeling famished. As such he picked himself out of bed and started merrily walking down to get something to eat. After his belly was full, he went to the lobby to wait for everyone else.

Richard woke up and felt a tad sore himself. Sure he had not overexerted himself quite like the kid had, but using powers in a fight like that was still tiring nonetheless. Though that's what sleep was for. He got himself out of bed and wondered what was going to happen today. More car rides were going to be rather bothersome. Though he was curious about something. Maalik was oddly angry with the fighting yesterday. It was his idea in the first place to go and train with the kid, but as the fighting continued on, Maalik's rage seemed to be building up. If not for the fact that Richard's usual demeanor was uncaring, than things might've gotten messy. Regardless, Maalik had not seemed to talk to him at all after the fight and still made no appearance yet today. As such, Richard just decided to go downstairs without a second thought and fell asleep in the lobby, waiting for the next day's events.

 

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Lauren woke up with a fantastic grin on her face as she rolled off the couch and skipped her way over to Sal's room and knocked on the door and yelled, "G-day Mate! Sorry for wakin you up but there's no better time than right after sun-up!"​

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Lauren excitedly made her way out to her backyard and set up the machine with her grin still on her face. When it started up, she grabbed out her gun and loaded it up with the bullets she always used for skeet shooting. When she was done she heard a small voice.​

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"Lauren Lauren Lauren please don't do tha-"​

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Lauren looked over towards Alice and spoke, "You've never even seen me shoot before Love I think you'll be amazed!"​

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Alice bit her lip in fear as she sat on the porch and hid most of her body behind the wall. Lauren frowned a little at her reaction as she waited for Sal to come on out. She grew a little impatient, so she went over to the machine and decided to test one to see if it was aimed right.​

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She pressed go with one skeet in, and backed up and let it shoot out. In turn Lauren aimed and fired, with near perfect accuracy. As it fell Lauren paused the machine and shouted, "Damn. I'm rusty! Like a green penny, eh Alice?"​

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Alice stared at the scene with eyes of shock and amazement.​

 

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⎡WEARING ✑ DAY⁝ 48 1/4 ✑ WRITING⎤​

⎣LOCATION⁝ Hotel ❮Birdsville, Australia❯⎦​

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Kai awoke with a dull throbbing in his foot. He sat up sleepily and rubbed his eyes with a sigh. He wasn't ready to get back out there and start walking around again. His ankle moved in circles as he tried to work the muscles. Kai bit down on his lip as he winced in pain from the action. He needed a splint until it healed. There were a lot of medical and survival books at the library and he had browsed a few of them. If Kai could find some materials, he was fairly confident in his ability to do it on his own. He swung his legs down off the bed and stood up, refraining from putting weight on his bad ankle.

He slipped on his high tops and laced them up before putting his jacket back on and slinging his backpack over his shoulder. With the way they moved around, it was hard to determine which hotels they planned on staying in for more than one night at a time. Kai was more than ready to be done with Australia, so he secretly hoped they would be out of there after today. He hobbled his way to the elevator, taking it down to the first floor. Brandon and Richard were already in the lobby and he gave the both of them a wave before heading to the dining area to eat. Even if they were ready to go, Kai was hungry and nothing was going to stop him from eating -- no way, no how.

He went through the line, filling up his place as quickly as possible. Kai took a seat by himself at one of the tables and peeled the paper on his apple cinnamon muffin before taking a bite. It felt good to eat. None of them had really eaten anything in the last few days and having that soft, warm, moist deliciousness slide down his throat was like heaven in his mouth. He washed it down with the small carton of milk he grabbed for himself from the mini fridge and smiled satisfied. Even if they were going to take off on another extremely long adventure, at least he will be well - fed prior to the excursion.​

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