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MALI[/url] HAD COME TO LAY DOWN WITH HIM. HE KNEW LU WAS HERE, SHE HAD VISITED A FEW HOURS AGO AND SAID SHE WOULD BE BUSY CLEANING UP THE HOUSE AND COOKING. HE FELT BAD THAT SHE WAS GOING TO SUCH TROUBLE, MALI TOO. EVERYONE SEEMED TO BE TAKING CARE OF HIM EVER SINCE HE WOKE UP IN THAT HOSPITAL IN RUSSIA. WELL, EVERYONE EXCEPT FOR THAT ALISTAIR GUY, THAT ALSO SOMEHOW MANAGED TO TAKE CARE OF HIM AND OPERATED TO KEEP HIM ALIVE? HIS HEAD WAS SPINNING AND HE PULLED THE CHILD CLOSER TO HIM, CURLING UP IN THE BED SHEETS.​

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THE DOOR OPENED AND LEON EXPECTED TO SEE LU AGAIN. HE SQUINTED IN THE DIM LIGHTING -- SHE HAD SHUT THE BLINDS TO ALLOW HIM TO SLEEP EASIER -- AND SAW A SHORTER FEMALE FIGURE WITH LONG BLACK HAIR. HIS VISION WAS BLURRY, BUT SOMETHING ABOUT THAT FIGURE SEEMED FAMILIAR AND IT WAS LIKE ELECTRICITY SHOT INTO HIS HEART WHEN HE HEARD HER VOICE CALL OUT TO HIM HESITANTLY. ". . . Pretty Boy . . . ?"​

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LEON SAT UP ON THE BED AND REACHED FOR THE LAMP ON THE NIGHTSTAND. THE DULL YELLOW LIGHTING FILTERED THROUGH THE ROOM AND HE HAD TO BLINK A FEW TIMES TO ADJUST TO IT. MALI SAT BESIDE HIM WITH HER SMALL ARMS WRAPPED AROUND HIS WAIST AND HE TOOK A RASPY VOICE BEFORE FULLY LOOKING OVER THE GIRL AT THE FOOT OF THE BED. "I'M SORRY, DO I KNOW YOU?" HE ASKED CONFUSED. LEON WAS SURE HE HAD NEVER SEEN HER BEFORE, BUT THERE WAS THIS UNEASY FLUTTERING INSIDE HIM THAT MADE EVERYTHING THOROUGHLY MORE CONFUSING. "DID LU INVITE YOU OVER HERE OR SOMETHING?"​

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Taking pictures use to calm Cora's flare whenever she felt stressed or angry. Today? It was not going as well as she hoped it would. For the last two days, it seemed as if she was being stalked by this crazy group who claimed they were fallen angels and she was one of them. She swore they were like a cult. Why they picked her? She had no clue. She wanted a simple life in a simple place. She didn't want to be mixed up with any groups or any other lives. They were just as bad as Jehovah's Witnesses. Hell, even nosier then that. They were like... She gave up trying to figure out what to call them. She had no clue what they were, but she wanted them to leave her alone. They all needed to be in an institution or someplace where they could find peace once more. ​

Cora gave up trying to take a picture of a dead, dried up, sun-baked sea star. She just wasn't in the mood today. Just as she was about to get up and leave to go find peace elsewhere, a familiar voice spoke to her. When she turned, she felt a sour taste in her mouth already. She gripped her camera tightly, gritting her teeth together. If he wanted to address her in her language, fine. She would do the same. "Слушай, я сказал тебе держаться от меня подальше. Я не заинтересован в присоединении вас, я не заинтересован в присоединении с кем. Для гребаной ради, оставьте меня в покое ужe"!" [Look, I told you to stay away from me. I'm not interested in joining you, I'm not interested in joining with anyone. For fucking sake, leave me the hell alone already!] ​

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She turned away from Henrik and looked out to the sea. She could taste the salty air on her lips, and for a moment, feel calm in the storm that was raging within her. "Look, I vant no trouble. I came here zoh I can have simple, good life. You vill not offer me my vish." She turned to him, her eyes darkened over and serious. "I said once, I say again 'Good luck on zeh crusade or vhatever you call it.' I have no interest. I vill call zeh police if you and others harass me further." ​

Cora let the camera fall around her neck. Her shoulders were heaving, trying so hard not to continue with the vulgar swearing and angry talk. She was done with them, just done. "Good day." Without waiting for the man to respond, Cora left the couple on the beach and walked away from them. She needed to get away. Rarely had Cora exploded like that. If this man continued to talk to her, the flame of fury would be ignited further. ​

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[/url]Manitos slipped silently into the Training Room and stood in the corner near the door. Samuel had his back to her and she watched with her hands in the front pockets of her jeans. She debated whether or not to start this now or wait some more, but after having spent the last few days with him down in those dirty tunnels, she was feeling drained and what better way to feel better than to absorb some life source? No one would know, and if they did know, they probably wouldn't be too upset about it -- except maybe Abaddon.

She watched as he fought the werewolf projection. He was thoroughly getting his ass kicked, but she didn't really care if he won or not. Just watching those muscles tighten in his back was enough to jump start her fading strength. Manitos shut her eyes and drew in a slow breath, envisioning the form she wanted to take on. She had seen her before -- Xathanael -- and knew well enough what Samuel desired. It would be easier for her to get what she wanted if he was already interested. She had an advantage over most other succubi, being part Siren on her mother's side. Manitos could take the shape of a man's most desired. She felt a rippling sensation over her body and when she opened her eyes, she looked down to see herself nearly three inches taller. That was good. It meant it worked.

She licked her lips and clicked her tongue to the roof of her mouth. Manitos flicked her wrist and a silver blade appeared in her hand. She flipped it in the air a few times before sending it flying. It stuck between the eyes of the werewolf and she smirked in satisfaction. When Sam turned to see where the knife came from, she smiled triumphantly and rocked back on the heels of her feet. "Hello there Samuel."​

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DAY: 52 - 2/4 | DATE: November 12th, 2013 [Tuesday] | LOCATION: Obsidian Palace in Hell

A flash of silver passed him as it dug itself into the werewolf's skull. When he turned to see where it came from, he found himself utterly shocked. "What... the...?"

"Hello there Samuel." The familiar voice rang out as he looked at her. It was Hana. But how? Why was she in Hell? What the fuck was going on here?

"Dammit, she ruined my training session." Anger tinged his voice as he spoke. It was clear that she was not a part of his plan. Sam started to reach out to touch the figure in front of him. "Keep your hands to yourself, mongrel!"

"H-how...? How... Why? Why are you..."

"Shut your mouth, moron. There is no way this is her."

"But... She's right here..." Just as he reached out to touch her again, the pain from his wounds shot through him.

"Just how thick are you?" Sam suddenly stopped before reaching out again. His hand rose up higher and wrapped around her neck.

"What the hell are you doing!?"

"I don't know what you're doing here, and I don't care why, but interrupt me again, and I'll make sure you regret it for the rest of your natural life." He brought her closer to his face as he held her in a choke hold, tightening his grip on her throat. "Do I make myself clear, whore?"​

 

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[/url]Manitos stood smiling softly at Samuel as he tried to process what he was seeing. He came closer to her and reached out to touch her, but seemed to hesitate. "H-how...? How... Why? Why are you..." he stammered. There was a pause before Samuel seemed to have a conversation with himself [ or Abaddon ]. "But... She's right here..."​

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She smiled up at him, her fingertips brushing against his arm. Long red hair fell across her face and Sam suddenly stopped before reaching out again. His hand rose high enough until his fingers were wrapped around her slim throat. The smile had been wiped from her face and her blue eyes widened. Her pupils dilated and it took everything she had in order to swallow.​

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There was a shift in the voice and Manitos could tell that Samuel was no longer in control of his own body. There was no other explanation as to why he would go from dumbstruck to dangerous so quickly. "I don't know what you're doing here, and I don't care why, but interrupt me again, and I'll make sure you regret it for the rest of your natural life." He brought her closer to his face as he held her in a choke hold, tightening his grip on her throat. "Do I make myself clear, whore?"​

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Manitos managed a raspy breath before feebly nodding her head yes. The only sound she managed to choke out was that of herself choking. She was turning blue in the face as the circulation was cut off to her head and when Abaddon finally released her, she was gasping for air. Her hands moved to her throat and there was a throbbing pain as she attempted to catch her breath. Her image flickered between the guise and her real self until the image shattered completely and Manitos was left sitting on the floor looking like she always did. "Abaddon," she rasped, "You didn't let me explain. I was going to tell him that it was me. Samuel's been so gloomy -- I thought - I thought it might make him feel better to see her." She clutched her throat and pulled her knees up to her chest. "I can't take him to her, but I thought ..." Maybe this would be good enough.​

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Samuel Riviera
DAY: 52 - 2/4 | DATE: November 12th, 2013 [Tuesday] | LOCATION: Obsidian Palace in Hell

After releasing his grip on her, the being that pretended to be Hana started to flicker between her and their original appearance. It turned out to be the girl that had been helping him dig in the tunnels. After a while, the girl maintained her true form.

"Wha... I..." Sam was at a loss for words.

"Imbecile. I told you it wasn't her."

"Abaddon," she rasped. "You didn't let me explain. I was going to tell him that it was me. Samuel's been so gloomy -- I thought - I thought it might make him feel better to see her." She clutched her throat and pulled her knees up to her chest. "I can't take him to her, but I thought ..."

Abaddon simply scoffed at her. "Forgive me if I'm not inclined to believe that is the truth, Succubus." His dark gaze fell upon her. "I don't care if you need to drain life force from this worthless husk of a host, but don't get in the way of his training." Sam fell backwards onto the floor after the angel had relinquished control over his body. He forced himself back up, staring daggers at the girl before him. With the blade in his hand, he pointed it at her, its tip right in her face.

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Ah this trip to France was quite lovely. If only they were here on better terms, how he would have loved to explore it once more. But sadly, now was not that sort of time. No time for sightseeing or any sort of enjoyment. No. They were on a mission; he, Hay Sun and Vincent to be more specific. A mission that required them to move to travel all the way from New Zealand to France in a forty-hour span that wasn't the most enjoyable or comfortable of plane rides. Of course, given the crew, the rides were nothing short of awkward silence that wasn't easily fillable, but oh well, Sal was a part of this mission that he only pseudo voluntarily doing and he was going to have to see it through to the end. And what was this mission? Why it was to find Ariel again. Hay Sun had a sort of sense for finding out where this Lion of God of was, and so they had to just blindly follow that instinct of hers. Man, despite being french she did not give up on this thing.

After spending the night at Hay Sun's place, whose father didn't seem to be the most thrilled about letting them stay, they all went on a mermaid hunt again. After wandering around town for a while, there was finally a definitive answer to where exactly Ariel was. After following her instincts they ended up in a rundown apartment and opened the door up to reveal two people who he wasn't entirely sure of what to make of them. "Temeluchus, Chief angel of Torment is the female appearing one. The one with the with red hair is named Azrael, Angel of Death."

Well, this certainly complicated matters. He was sure that it was no coincidence that other angels were here alongside Ariel, and that they were more likely to be foe rather than friend. Furthermore there was something weird about Azrael. Sure the red hair seemed kind of unique, but there was something about his face that seemed eerily familiar. Thinking back to all different types of news stories he had read, he finally managed to make a connection. Oh, well that was certainly ironic. "Hello there Ms. Temeluchus, and hello there as well Doctor Grey. While I do appreciate us not having to have to resort to violence right off the bat, I would prefer more so to keep our little Lion alive as well. Though if you could tell me how he's dying that'd be nice to hear." Sal wasn't entirely sure what either of these angel's angles were here, but making discussion was just a nice way to ease into the topics.

 

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Another basically shitty day had gone by and as usual William walked out of yet another office. The child like man could only grumble on about as he walked on home in order to release his anger. "This damn body" William grumbled as he looked down at his small hand "Yet another job that I was turned down from. Can't even get my license..." William continued to mutter as he silently walked down the streets.

William was quite an independent person. He moved away from his parent's care and finished school and everything, but even so the childish body that he was surely cursed with had hampered his adult life. There were so much mocking, but William silenced who ever dared to mock his childish body. Thinking back to it now he realized how violent he could get and decided maybe to tone it down a bit.

He grew tired for a bit and sat on a nearby park bench and let out a loud sigh. There were some perks to being so small like being able to buy cheap children's clothing, but they hardly even scratched the problems he faced because of the child's body. "Damn you god..." William muttered leaning his head back and stared up at the sky "ahhh...today is a nice day..." William said with a smile closing his eyes.

 

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✴Day~52{2/4}☁Location~Taupo, New Zealand☁✴​

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It sure didn't take long for this group to move along. One minute they were in West Port, the next minute they were in Taupo. New Zealand was a beautiful country to be in, but they weren't really focusing on that. Elsie got the gist of what was going on, but had no clue what to really think of it. All she could do was just play along and hope for the best. They were here in Taupo because they were looking for someone. Sure, they found someone in West Port, but she kept swearing at the group in some weird language and slamming the doors on their faces. Elsie guessed that's probably what she would have done if she didn't see the earthquake happen before her eyes... but she wouldn't swear in a foreign language. ​

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Before they left though, Elsie got to learn the birthday boy's name, Adam. For his belated birthday, Elsie gave him a chocolate cupcake from one of the local bakeries. She had them write "Happy Birthday" on the cupcake with colorful frosting and stuck a candle in the middle of it. "I know, you might think this is, uh, weird... But no one should miss their birthday!" Elsie gave him the cupcake after she lit the candle and then gave him at least $35 in New Zealand money. "I don't know what you like, so spend something nice for yourself while you're here, okay?" That's the way Elsie was. Even though she hardly knew anyone, she always wanted to brighten someone's day. It was a good and a bad habit of hers.Adam seemed like the person that needed some cheering up here and there. ​

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Then after things went bad with recruiting the angry chick in West Port, the compass that Elsie was told about began to point in a new direction. She was there when the whole group debated about hanging out around West Port. Three people already left to go to Paris, but everyone felt like things would get done faster if they split up and headed out.Somehow Elsie got in the group that was going and here she was now. She was sad that she wouldn't be able to share some of her story ideas she had with Kai, but she promised him they would do it when they got back. Elsie sighed out and stretched, happy that they weren't traveling anymore. "So uh, how does this whole recruiting thing work exactly?" Elsie asked, looking at the others. "It didn't go so well with Arariel..."​

 

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Lauren was still recovering from Alice's death, but she tried to remain as calm as possible. It became easier and easier with each passing day, but she kept getting the urge to destroy something intentionally. It only grew worse and worse as it went along, and she had no idea if there was anyone here who could even empathize with that.​

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Recruitment with the girl named Cora didn't work out so well. People kept encouraging her not to talk, which made her a bit sad because she loved talking to new people. And the recruiting didn't even go that well, she probably could have done better with even less effort.​

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Lauren heard Elsie mention something about the recruiting, and she walked over and clearly invaded her personal space by putting an arm around her shoulder, "I am assuming it goes something like this, mate. Walk up, oh you are an angel, expect something to click. I CAN SEE THE LIGHT I GO YOUR WAY. And then everything goes on smoothly. Kind of like those religions in American... moronism or jeho... jeho..."​

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Lauren drifted off before she looked up again, "Something involving the oh so holy father up above. Holy father... aha... God... I didn't know he existed until 3 days ago. HEY GOD. MATE. I NEVER PASSED THAT ENGLISH TEST."​

 

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Elsie was startled when a hand was clasped on her shoulder and looked to see that it was Lauren, the embodiment of the angel of destruction, Though she didn't do anything destructive yet, Elsie made sure she was wary. At least she had a hand clasped on her shoulder like a friend and not pointing a gun at her or anyone like before. "You mean Mormonism or Jehovah's Witnesses," Elsie said in reply to what Lauren was trying to come up with. "But yeah, sometimes I think they're morons and Jenovah's Witnesses sometimes." Elsie had played a lot of video games back in the day. Lauren probably wouldn't get it, but she did and that's what mattered to her. "It's kind of hard to convince people that way if you don't believe in God," Elsie said with somewhat of a smile on her face. "I had to have a voice shout in my head to convince me that theses guys weren't cray cray. Sorry." She shrugged at the others apologetically and then folded her arms over her chest. Suddenly, Lauren shouted to the heavens above and covered her ears to shield herself from the pain of her voice. Dang, she was loud as Dumah. "I don't think he can hear you... No matter how loud you shout." After all, if what everyone was saying to her over the last couple of days was true, God wouldn't hear those who were Fallen from him.​

 

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Lauren blinked at the mention of voices, "You might wanna get those voices checked out, mate. You don't want anyone thinking you are insane." Lauren grabbed her head with her other arm, "If we aren't already."​

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At the mention of God not hearing her, Lauren looked over at her with a glare, "Of course God can hear us. He isn't deaf. He just has selective hearing. Like my mother when I try to talk to her on the phone. I'm pretty sure he'll hear us if it is something important." ​

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Lauren shook her head and looked over at Elsie, "Anyway, this fallen angel thing. I don't think they can completely get by hoping that everyone has a supernatural experience that affect them personally causing them to have a change of heart." Lauren looked over at the group of people with them and then turned back, "For example."​

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Lauren unwrapped her arm from Elsie and skipped over to Logan and leaned in front of him and spoke, "How did you get convinced to join this group?"​

 

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Spoiler: Tier 1 (1/5)

Once again finding himself in the dream world for Samael and himself, Logan waited as Samael stood up from his throne. “Well, shall we try again.” Right as he finished speaking, a vase appeared in his hands. “The conditions are the same as last time, simply take the vase from my hands.” Even though it sounded easy, it was anything but, What Samael forgot to mention was that Logan was going to be up against two of his shadow minions, information that would’ve been helpful the first time they did this. So he definitely wasn’t going to let his guard down anytime soon. Instead of a frontal assault, Logan went around Samael. There always was a certain point that he could get to before the minions appeared. All he needed to do was to get around them and he was set. The distance between them slowly grew smaller as continued his approach. Things were definitely looking better up until he felt the air suddenly leave his body. It seemed that the two shadows that he could see weren’t the only threat to him since it was a third one that’d attacked him. “Nice try, but you need to be more aware of your surroundings. You failed.” Samael said, as Logan’s vision went black again.

You failed.”

His words continued to run through Logan's head while they went around with more recruiting. He just couldn't understand it. If the goal was to take the jar, then why did he end if after getting hit once. Did he think that he couldn't handle it or something or was there something else that he wasn't getting. Either way he was getting annoyed just by thinking about it.

The first few attempt at recruiting someone ending in them being sent of twice. It was pretty clear that she wasn't believing them about anything they said to her. It was expected. Who would believe that they were a fallen angel if some random group of people told them. In end they split up again into smaller groups and head was with the group heading to Taupo, New Zeland.

"How did you get convinced to join this group?"

He wasn't paying much attention until someone had spoken to him. "It was more to end the confusion I was getting." Thinking back on it he did as for proof and he did get it just not in the way he was expecting. Hell the past few experiences only further gave him some more proof.

 

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Lauren listened to Logan's response and then grinned and looked over back at Elsie and spoke, "I HAVE LEARNED THE SECRET TO RECRUITING!" Lauren clapped her hands together and leaned into Logan even though she was talking to Elsie, "Confusion! Lots and lots of confusion. It makes perfect sense! Who else would go along with this whole thing without being seriously confused."​

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Lauren backed away from Logan and looked back between the two and spoke, "So this time, when we find the sorry fuck we are attempting to convert to Fallenangelism, we confuse the living daylights out of them. Only then, only then will we find a way to recruit them without relying on miracles."​

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[/url]Abaddon scoffed at her and Manitos found herself rolling her eyes. Angels always thought of themselves as so much better than the rest when they really weren't. "Forgive me if I'm not inclined to believe that is the truth, Succubus." His dark gaze fell upon her. Whatever. "I don't care if you need to drain life force from this worthless husk of a host, but don't get in the way of his training." Sam fell backwards onto the floor. He forced himself back up, staring daggers at her. With the blade in his hand, he pointed it at Manitos, its tip right in her face. "If you ever try this shit again, I'll skin you alive."​

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She sighed and rose to her feet, dusting herself off. Manitos pushed the tip of the blade away from her face and shook her head, pinkish - red hair flailing back and forth. "I was just trying to do you a kindness. No need to get so testy. Let's be honest, it's not like you're going to get to see her again. This benefits the both of us. I get a wee bit of life force which you won't even notice gone because you're an angel so your strength will build back up quickly, and you get your love in the only way that you'll ever be able to see her again. You wen't with Danel and came here. You're stuck here now and even if you were allowed to return to her for whatever reason, she wouldn't want you. Just by what Mammon told me, he said he had never seen someone look so utterly betrayed before and we're demons -- betrayal is kind of our bread and butter." She shrugged and slipped her thumbs through the belt loops on her jeans. "Think about it. You're going to get lonely. Abaddon, I promise not to interrupt anymore training. And Samuel, if you change your mind I'm temporarily occupying the conference room upstairs."​

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Hay[/url] Sun had gone into the bedroom by alone. Silly girl. What if there was a trap in there and she had walked in by herself? Tsk. Tsk. Lu shook her head and clicked her tongue to the roof of her mouth before turning back to face the other two. These two were weak still. Their only line of defense was in the other room. That was rather convenient now wasn't it? A grin spread on her lips and she bat her dark lashes.​

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"Hello there Ms. Temeluchus, and hello there as well Doctor Grey. While I do appreciate us not having to have to resort to violence right off the bat, I would prefer more so to keep our little Lion alive as well. Though if you could tell me how he's dying that'd be nice to hear."​

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Lu made a derisive snort. Did Zachariel's host really think it would be that easy? She bared her fanged teeth and folded her hands together in front of her waist. The mist continued to coil around her arms and it was growing visibly agitated. It wanted to act, but she was restraining it -- temporarily. "Salvatore, don't be ridiculous. Violence is always the answer and I would never do anything that would jeopardize the likelihood of someone dying. Not only does the one dying suffer, but the one forced to witness it suffers so much more and it just brings a bounty of delight to my eyes." Her blue eye seemed to sparkle in the light and Lu began to undo the bandages around her face.​

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The gauze fell to the floor at her feet and her blackened eye fixated on the pair of young men standing in the kitchen with her. "Time to take care of the trash," she said lightly. Temeluchas snapped her finger and the mist shot forward like spiderwebs, cementing Sal and Vincent to the wall. "Much better." Lu walked forward, pressing a finger to each of their foreheads and smiled even darker as the silencing spell took effect. "Now Hay Sun won't know you need help." She took slow calculating steps backwards and mused out loud. "How would the both of you like to die? I could slice you up and watch as you bleed out. That would be fun but messy. Although, I do like messes. Let's see, what else. Oh! I could rip your limbs off. It's funny because no matter what I do, your cries will be silent. At least until Hay Sun realizes what's going on. Then, once she's detained, she can watch as you beg for your lives and suffer. I think killing Uriel last will be the most fun. But then, there's no one to watch her agony. Hmm ... I sure I can figure out a way for that brother of her's to endure her pain."​

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Temeluchas started counting on her fingers the different ways she could kill them. With each idea, a new bubble of laughter escaped her and she was down right giddy at the prospects. If Hay Sun would have just let Ariel die alone, then they wouldn't all be dying. Instead, she foolishly came to save him and now the three of them were going to die as well. Fun times.​

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Brandon woke up raring and ready to go. It was a feeling he had boiling up inside of him that was not going to die down at all. He felt the lightning bursting off of him as he woke up energetically and was ready to go on some super special awesome high speed action adventure sware of debauchery! Debauchery! That of course being to go out of their way and recruit Ariel onto their side. Sure they had failed...like two times already. And sure, the French Woman that was Regina was pretty dead set on not joining the group. And sure, the party had split up to go do multi-tasking recruiting, but hey what was life without a little challenges here and there. Brandon was getting up and ready to rally the troops to go and go on their next recruitment assignment....unfortunately everyone but Buch and Wealthard were already gone...weird. He wondered where they had all gone to, but decided that he may as well see if the other two wanted to come along with him.

In the end Wealthard opted out and....fell asleep again. Buch on the other hand looked excited to come along with him! That is, if excited meant extremely nervous and reluctant looking than he was bounding with fucking energy. As Brandon made his way over to the car that he had totally hijacked, he used his good old ability to start cars via lighting powers and with Buch riding shotgun, the two drove off to where Regina was. Whilst driving, Brandon decided to have some idle chat with the man. "So, how's life been treating you?" Brandon's question was genuine and then he remembered something stupidly obvious. Hit the car with his fist, he sent a jolt of electricity through it that just disengaged the lock on the glove box. Within the glove box was nothing more than napkins, a pen, and a notepad. "There ya go." Brandon knew that Buch just ate breakfast and could probably use the napkins to freshen up after all.

 

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Her personal space was being invaded more and more with each passing minute. First it was her shoulder, now a whole arm was wrapped around her head. Elsie frowned playfully and flailed with her arms a bit, but didn't make an attempt to move further. She listened to Lauren and her logic about God having selective hearing and couldn't help but to smile at that. It made sense to her actually. Though Elsie still though that God just didn't hear her at all. Soon her head was free and then Lauren went to go ask Logan how he joined the group. After he told his tale, Lauren bounded back over and began to explain to Elsie the way to recruit someone; mass confusion. "Well," Elsie said, kicking at the ground "it wouldn't hurt to try it that way I think. Then again, confusion might make some people angry. I thought we had Cora pretty confused."​

 

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The past two days he could admittedly say were rather interesting. He got a present first off, which he wasn't expecting. Especially since it was from one of the new people in the group. It was really generous of her, and he realized how much he actually missed sweets. He enjoyed the cupcake for as long as he could.​

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When they went to recruit the one he soon knew to be named Cora, he was finally relieved that there was someone else that was a trouble to recruit, that wasn't being recruited by the Dark Angels at least. He wanted to leave that alone, so when the group split off between two different angels, he planned on just letting it all blow over and end.​

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So are you going to recruit or not?​

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There was a silence for a moment while he lied on the bed before he heard Semyaza continue.​

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Adam didn't reply but he knew Semyaza knew what he would say, and he heard the chuckle in his head and he let out a sigh.​

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Well you know what I am going to do now. Get up kiddo. Up up up!​

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Adam sat up obediently and grabbed his bag and headed out of the hotel room.​

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I am getting tired of this dog-like attitude Adam Pike. I also do not understand why it is such a problem for you to choose a side. Your heart cries to be with these people, but you still keep holding that Dark Angel part of you.​

Maybe I need a girl to replace Bonnie?​

HA! The last think you need right now is a girl.​

You sure?​

Do you want to be a daddy? Sex is completely different for you now that your powers are developed. And I am telling you right now, you become so attached to the girls you have a little fun with, you will hate it when they have to die.​

Die?​

I HAVE ALREADY EXPLAINED NEPHILIM TO YOU.​

Oh... right...​

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Adam walked out of the hotel room and went down to the lobby and was surprised none of the usual trio were there yet. He was going to wait for them, but something told him he shouldn't wait for anyone else. He also had the feeling someone already wasn't waiting for him.​

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He went to the apartment they went to the day before, and he knocked on the door and waited for a good amount of time. She did not seem to be home. He let out a sigh and whispered, "Well, she isn't here. I'll just go-"​

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Do not think about giving up.​

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Adam rolled his eyes and decided to leave the building and heard screaming in... Russian? Oh boy.​

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Adam ran over to the beach because he assumed the Russian was Cora, too big of an assumption but he hadn't seen to many Russians around New Zealand. ​

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"I said once, I say again 'Good luck on zeh crusade or vhatever you call it.' I have no interest. I vill call zeh police if you and others harass me further."​

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Adam noticed Henrik down the beach too and rolled his eyes, oh boy. What the heck did he do this time. Adam started walking a little too quickly and had actually bumped into Cora and he quickly let out an apology and looked over at Henrik quickly before he spoke, "Sorry, um... I heard you say you didn't want us to harass you any further, and I do not want you to think we are trying harass you. I didn't talk yesterday, but I am Adam. I am also in the group. I do not think our last attempts at talking to you worked too well, and I know you said you are not interested... but I wanted to try again and see if we can explain this any better... because we've done a pretty bad job already."​