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Vincent Antonio Zeppeli
DAY: 52 - 4/5 | DATE: November 12th, 2013 [Tuesday] | LOCATION: Leon's Residence in Paris, France

Another combination of herbs, and this time he awoke in agony as his fingers began to melt. "OH SHIT!" He grabbed the poor man's hands, hoping to stop the melting.​

 

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Guess # 6​

Vervain, Betony, Juniper​

Two correct herbs.​

Nothing seems to happen
His hand is healed.​

Leon has 3 hours left...​

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Guess # 7​

Vervain, Betony, Lillith's Tongue​

Two correct herbs.​

His face turns blue and he starts choking on blood.​

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Guess # 8
Vervain, Betony, Zaebos Skin
All ingredients are correct.
Leon passes out, but some color seems to return to his skin.​

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❖ MAP ❖ OOC ❖ WEARING ❖​

❖ DAY ⟡ 52 ⦙ 3/5 ❖ DATE ⟡ Tuesday ⦙ November 12, 2013 ❖​

❖ LOCATION ⟡ Hell [Harbonah's Room] ❖ INTERACTION ⟡ Alice ❖​

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Hana's blue eyes looked warily at the knives. Having those even in the same room as her was enough to set her on edge. If Danel or Lu knew those were hidden in here, it would literally take them no effort at all to kill her forever -- just one quick stab to the heart with one of those knives and she was gone for good. She licked her lips nervously. ❝ I just - I don't know. I'd like those knives kept as far away from me as possible. Even if I can get out the restraints, they've blocked my powers in this room and I'm pretty sure powers are the only way out of here.❞​

Alice leaned against one of the nightstands and spoke, ❝ So you want your child dead, but we have nothing to kill it. And we want out of here, but have no clear way out...❞ Alice stood up straight and continued, ❝ I want to help... I really do... but I don't know what I can do.❞​

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❝ I know, I'm sorry. It's just .. this place. It's making it so hard for me to think straight. Here. Bring one of the knives closer and ...❞ she sucks in a deep breath, ❝ And try to slip it between the mist and my wrist. But please, please, do not cut me.❞​

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Alice took a deep breath and quickly did the sign of the cross and whispered, ❝ Cha trên trời cao tôi biết tôi đã bỏ rơi những lời cầu nguyện của tôi từ rất lâu, nhưng xin vui lòng cho tôi sức mạnh chỉ cho thời điểm này.❞​

She grabbed the knife and slipped in between the mist and the wrist. She purposefully used the broken arm to steady it, in case something happened and she touched the restraints. She then sliced upward rather than towards Hana.​

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The knife seemed to stop the flow of the mist. Instead of moving around it or wrapping around the blade, it came to a start and end on either side of the blade. Hana exhaled in relief. ❝ Good. Good, good. Okay. We need another one and for you to do the exact same thing. If we can put enough space in between the blades, than I can slip my hand out.❞ She forced an encouraging smile at Alice and nodded once. ❝ Easy peasy,❞ she squeaked.​

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Alice went and grabbed another one of the knives and looked nervously at her broken arm. Before she used the knife, she unwrapped her bandaged arm and clung to the knife as firmly as she could. Then she did as she was told to do with one of the hand restraints.​

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Hana took a shaky breath before slowly turning her wrist to the side and sliding it up between the blades. It brushed against the cold metal and it felt like fire against her blistered skin. When her hand was free, she pulled it against her chest and exhaled with tears in her eyes. As soon as Alice removed the blades, the mist had nothing left to hold onto and disappeared. She choked back a sob and looked at her other hand. ❝ Okay. Next one.❞​

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Alice moved over to the over side of the bed and did the same thing to the other arm, holding her breath this time. When her other hand was free, Hana assisted Alice with her feet and finally the rest of her limbs were free as well. She ran her hands over the deep burns around her wrists and ankles and nothing happened. It was as expected, but she was still disappointed to see that she couldn't heal herself. ❝ Thank you Alice. I appreciate it more than I can express.❞​

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Alice looked at the burns Hana had on her body, and she nodded slowly before she spoke, ❝ We should probably waste no time and at least try to get out of here... who knows when they will decide to check in on us.❞​

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Hana nodded her head and swung her legs down off the bed. She was unstable at first, having been lying down for such a long time. Her hands flew out in front of her in an orb shape, but nothing happened. If she had Luria, she might be able to do something, but as it currently stood, she had no power in that room. Without her ability to use power, she couldn't pass through the door. Just to be sure, she walked up to it. As soon as her hand wrapped around the knob, her skin sizzled and burned and she jumped back, yelping. ❝ We're definitely not getting out that way.❞ Hana took a seat in one of the chairs, thinking. The Dark Angels always entered the room using the mist passageways, that was why their powers seemed to be unaffected. It wasn't their natural God - given abilities they were using. Somehow, one of the Dark Angels checking on them seemed like the only way out. ❝ I think... we need to set a trap or something.❞​

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Translation Notes: Father in heaven I know I have neglected my prayers for a long time, but please give me strength just for this moment.​

 

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W E A R I N G ✖ W R I T I N G ✖ M U S I C​

MOOD ※ STRESSED/TIRED ✖ DAY 50 ※ 4/5 ✖ DATE ※ 11/10/2013 ✖ LOCATION ※ PARIS, FRANCE • LEON'S FLAT​

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Hay Sun was on the verge of tears – no, scratch that. There were thick, hot tears running down her face as she stared at Leon's lifeless, frail frame finally collapse to the floor on what was their eighth combinations of herbs. She really didn't know if he was dead or alive, but the color was returning to his skin and she begged God for it to be the latter.​

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That had to be one of the worst – if not the fucking worst – experiences in her short life of seventeen years.​

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Calm down, Hay Sun. Uriel's voice seemed oddly soft and comforting, but it didn't help at all because her body was practically shaking with fear, worry, and grief.​

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What if I've lost him, Uriel? What if he's dead?​

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I didn't realize that you had formed such an attachment to Ariel. he replied. I have been involved with and known Ariel for many millenia; I hope you will take my words to soul when I tell you that he is a stubborn fool who has never been eradicated so easily. I have tried and failed many times.​

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It seemed like Uriel knew the right words to say to Hay Sun; violence was truly the way to her heart.​

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She looked up at Ralvie, over to Alistair, to Italie, and then back to Leon's now-calmed features. He really did look a hell of a lot better . . . But the question was, how the hell did he get like this in the first place? Where that bitch Temeluchas was involved, she didn't have a doubt that she had something to do with it, but then there was also the matter of this little girl who seemed like a parasite in his side. What Uriel said about her bothered Hay Sun; That isn't a little girl.​

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What did he mean by that? If she wasn't a human brat ( no, of course she wasn't a human ), then what the fuck was she?​

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Hay Sun was already stressed out as it was, and this little punk, whoever or whatever the fuck she was, was the last thing she needed to be worrying about.​

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Carefully, she scooted to Leon's still body and gingerly lifted his head onto her lap. Her tears had only subsided slightly, but somehow, gently stroking his face ( it was still too fucking pretty for her ) brought her a sense of peace that she hadn't felt in a hell of a long time. After a few minutes, she looked back up to the girl. ❝Alistair, you've been here, haven't you?❞ she asked, her eyes not leaving the girl's face, ❝Who is she?❞​

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Tread carefully.​

 

Samuel Riviera​

DAY: 52 - 4/5 | DATE: November 12th, 2013 [Tuesday] | LOCATION: Obsidian Palace in Hell​

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After cutting down the last werewolf projection, he fell onto one knee, supporting himself with his sword. Blood trickled down the entirety of his body as numerous wounds covered his body.​

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"For your first day, you didn't do half-bad. You got slashed a significant amount, but nevertheless, you performed adequately." Sam scoffed at the angel's condescending compliments. He really didn't care for any of what he was saying. Through the pain of it all, Sam forced himself to stand up. He had no idea how many of those monsters he cut down, he lost count after twenty-five.​

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The heavily injured man made his way out of the training room and tried to go to the operating room. He'd hoped that there would be bandages there. There was sure to be some way to heal him up, but he didn't want get rid of the slash marks. He wanted to keep them as a reminder. For what, he couldn't exactly tell you. Though maybe it was as penance, his way of trying to make it up to Hana. He knew that he'd probably never see the actual one ever again. But maybe, just maybe, he'd be able to one day. Somewhere deep inside his heart, a small sliver of hope remained that they'd meet again.​

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As he walked down the hall to the operating room, he fell against one of the doors. He propped himself up against it, his breathing heavy. "You are in such a pitiful state right now."​

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"Shut up..." He answered in a delirious manner. "Just shut your damn mouth."​

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"What, thinking about Xathanael now?" The angel mocked him.​

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"I want to see her again... I really want to see her..." Sam tried getting up before ultimately falling against the door, letting his blood run down it. "But..."​

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"But?"​

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"I don't know if she'd ever want to see my face again," he said in a melancholy tone. "You heard that bitch... She said Hana looked so betrayed... Hurt..."​

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"I'm beginning to grow tired of this pointless yammering. If you know that you'll never see the real one again, then just settle for the fake one. That succubus can take on her appearance. That's the only way I can think of that will allow you to see her. You haven't very many options." Abaddon spoke in annoyance.​

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"If I could... I'd just say sorry... Just... Apologize, and maybe try to explain why I left." Sam continued despite the Angel of Destruction's clear disdain for the topic.​

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"Weren't you getting bandages?"​

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"Yeah, yeah, shut up, you heartless angel." After recovering enough, he stood up and made his way into the operating room and obtained the bandages he needed.​

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When he finished wrapping himself up to the best of his ability, he made his way to the upper floor and into the conference room where the succubus said she'd be waiting.​

 

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He relaxed as he rested on the park bench, not giving a damn about the world and enjoying what he was blessed with, but a certain voice had reached his ears and immediately he lazily opened his eye and stared up at the person that had spoken out to him. He narrowed his one open eye as he heard her speak and he was not quite amused. With what she said William could only assume the conversation would go to something he was annoyed with. They would speak about how he had lost his mommy and they would be the big responsible adult that would help him out.

He was used to it, but it still did annoy him a great deal. Despite this William could only close his eye and let out a sigh as he sat up straight. Normally he wouldn't have really paid heed, but the girl had a sense of nervousness being shown and it would have been rude for him to have just flat out yelled or ignored her when she looked like she was having a difficult time conversing.

She seemed to meek to be the insulting type so maybe she was genuinely wished to help, or better yet maybe she just wanted to talk or something of the sort. "hm yes...I am alone...." William said calmly as he opened his big red eyes and stared up at the girl "and what can I do for you?" William said asked Joslyn as he crossed his arms and leaned against the bench.

 

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What had happened next was just a maelstrom of desperation for the group. He had tried a combination of herbs, but that failed. Once everybody begun to make their own combinations of herbs and fed Leon things went out of control. It was an honest miracle to see that Leon had actually pulled through the whole ordeal alive and well. The kid was lucky and that was for sure, but that luck was only brought by Alistair himself. "This is more trouble than its worth" Alistair muttered with a sigh as he shook his head.

He relaxed on the chair for a bit and watched everything begin to calm down a bit before finally he arose to his feet and began to walk. For a moment he began to cringe a bit, having felt the side affect of some wounds that did not heal, but regardless he shrugged it off and continued to walk. Hay Sun's attention had been removed from Leon and was sent straight over to Mali.

Alistair walked up to Mali and got on one knee as he place both hands on her shoulders "hey kid, sorry about messing up your mission and all" Alistair said with a small smile before standing up as he gently placed one hand on top of the child's head and faced Hay Sun "She is the daughter of an angel and human, a nephilim working for Lu" Alistair said calmly. He had helped them enough and though he understood any anger the group must have felt for her, he would not let them harm Mali.

 

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[/url]The door to the conference room opened and she was actually a little surprised to see who walked in. She was sitting in a chair at the 30 - foot - long table, throwing darts at locations on a map. They seemed to mark all the places the Fallen have been -- America, Mexico, England, Italy, Germany, Russia, Norway, Australia, Tasmania, New Zealand, and France. She set down the rest of the darts in front of her and turned to face Samuel. "If you've come to choke me again, I'll have you know I want none of it. I'm not into that sort of thing." she said flatly. Manitos turned away from him and threw another dart haphazardly at the map. It seemed to land on Brazil. ​

"Can it, slut." He said wearily. "I don't care what you are or aren't into. I'm just here because I wanna see her."​

"Haven't you ever been told not to bite the hand that feeds you?" Her hands pressed down on the table and she rose to her feet. Manitos rounded the table and approached him slowly, deliberately. She wanted to take as much time as possible to draw out this moment. Even with him slinging insults, he came to her. She was providing him with something that no one else could. When she reached him, a lone finger ran down the front if his shirt. He had bandages on, all over his body and sweat stained his clothes. "I'm surprised you came around so quickly. I didn't think you were that desperate already." she purred. Manitos's voice was low and husky as she started to run the rest of her fingers over his chest. Her features rippled and then she was standing taller. Long lashes batted invitingly as she looked up into his dark eyes with her piercing blue ones. Samuel didn't seem to have any desire to fight against the web she was weaving.​

Manitos would gain his strength. The Dark Angels would have him trapped here forever. And the Fallen, they would be out one more ally. If he did manage to find Xathanael again, they would never be together. He would be damned to spend the rest of his lifetime [ which could very easily be forever since time stands still in Hell ] here and there was no way she would agree to spend it with him here. Today was marking the start of some very sweet victories for Hell's Army.​

At the sight of her changing, the expression on his face lightened. His lips started to curl into a smile the moment he saw her. Despite all of the anger earlier, actually seeing her face made it fade away. "I'm glad, even if this is fake..."​

She linked her hands together behind his neck and pulled Samuel in close. Manitos curled his hair around her fingers and when his lips crushed against her's, she started to soak up the drug - like high his life force was giving her. The corners of her mouth turned up into a smile as she kissed him back.​

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Joslyn Taylor Jones
DAY: 52 - 4/5 | DATE: November 12th, 2013 [Tuesday] | LOCATION: Park in Taupo, New Zealand

"hm yes... I am alone..." The boy said calmly as he opened his big red eyes and stared up at her. "and what can I do for you?" He asked as he crossed his arms and leaned against the bench.

"W-well... uh..." Joslyn stopped to think for a moment. "What do I ask?"

"Hmm... Yeah, that would've been a good thing to figure out before starting a conversation..." The angel muttered in thought. "Shoots, I can't come up with anything."

"Neither can I." The ghostly girl started to panic as she tried to think of something to ask.

"Umm... maybe... Maybe ask him how old he is? That should be a good start."

"Are you sure? The pale teen didn't think Azazel sounded too confident in her decision.

"It's better than nothing." The fallen did have a point. With nothing else to go forward with, she asked the question.

"U-um... Well... F-f-first off, w-would you m-m-mind t-telling me how o-o-old you are?" She laughed sheepishly, unsure of how he would react to the question.​

 

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✴Day~52{4/5}☁Location~Taupo, New Zealand☁✴​

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Elsie was lost in thought for a while as they walked, not really sure what to say anymore. All the sudden, she had this bad, depressing feeling inside of her. It seemed to have come out of no where. How odd. Why did she feel anxious and sad? Had something happened that she wasn't aware of. In any case, she hoped that the group would soon find whoever it was they were looking for, recruit him, and then go back to the others. She didn't like being split up like this. It was like one of those horror movies where they thought splitting up was a good idea, but it really wasn't. People died every time they would split up. Her dismal thought soon ended though when they came to a park. Joslyn lead them to a boy who looked, rather young. She stood back and watched as Joslyn began to start the interview. It was going okay until Joslyn asked for the guy's age. Elsie facepalmed and laughed nervously. "Joslyn, that's kind of a creepy question," Elsie said with a small smile. "Sorry, I'm Elsie, this is Joslyn." Looking back at the others, she expected them to introduce themselves too.​

 

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Mali had been playing her part exactly as Momma Lu told her. The last few weeks had been spent making this man so sick that he would die. She was finally going to get to go home today. She wanted to see her sister. It had been too long. Now things were all kinds of crazy and she was just glowering at the others for having managed to heal him and Momma Lu was gone.​

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That girl that had come in ruining everything seemed to turn her attention to Mali and she stared back at her. "Alistair, you've been here, haven't you?" she asked, her eyes not leaving the Mali's face, "Who is she?"​

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Tch. She could have said who she was all on her own. Mali rolled her eyes and Alistair came up behind her, getting down on his knees and resting both of his hands on her shoulders. Mali never minded her teacher, but she didn't really care for him either. "Hey kid, sorry about messing up your mission and all," he apologized. Mali glared at him. She got the feeling he wasn't really that sorry. It was her first opportunity to prove herself and now she looked to be just as big a failure as Momma Lu kept saying Azrael was. He smiled before standing up and setting a hand on top of her head. Her small lips pursed as he addressed the Asian girl beside her. "She is the daughter of an angel and human, a Nephilim working for Lu." he told them.​

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Mali twisted the ring on her and reached up, grabbing Alistair by the wrist. I would like to go now please and thank you.​

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Just a minute kiddo.​

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Mist swirled underneath her and a small pool formed at her feet. She looked up to Alistair and nodded. "Time to go." As it started to pull them down through the floor, Mali decided to make one last attempt at proving herself and grabbed Leon by the ankle as she disappeared. His body started to slip down through the floor after her and Alistair.​

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The girl before him was really something and she just looked like she was at a loss for words. It was confusing to see a woman as big as her scared and he wondered why the girl even wanted to speak to him in the first place. There was something she wanted to say to him, but her nerves seemed to make that much more difficult and the way they were going it seemed like this conversation would be going on for a long time.

Eventually the girl did manage to say what she wanted and William raised his eyebrow in sheer confusion "Huuuuuuuuuuuuuh?" William said. She started this whole entire conversation because she wanted to know his age? why the hell would he tell a random stranger like her something like this. Being nice was sure difficult and he opt not to say anything rude.

Another had made her presence known and William turned his attention over to the girl that had introduced herself as Elise and the other one that had previously talked to him as Joslyn. At least things weren't spiralling out of control like he thought it would. "hmmm yes...the names Straight....William Straight." William said with a sigh "so...aside from asking my age...what do you really want?" William said.

 

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W E A R I N G ✖ W R I T I N G ✖ M U S I C
MOOD ※ STRESSED/TIRED ✖ DAY 50 ※ 5/5 ✖ DATE ※ 11/10/2013 ✖ LOCATION ※ PARIS, FRANCE • LEON'S FLAT
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Alistair seemed friendly with the kid, which didn't put a chink in Hay Sun's nerves like it usually would have. ❝Hey kid, sorry about messing up your mission and all.❞

. . . Mission? To do what? What mission?

The doctor turned Hay Sun's way. ❝She is the daughter of an angel and human; a Nephilim working for Lu.❞

Sirens went off in her head as she quickly recalled all of her pre-Fallen Life research on angels and Heaven. She had never read of a Nephilim that was used for good. They were extremely powerful little brats and Hay Sun had no issues believing that it was working for Temeluchas, and Lucy in turn of that. The question was, who's brat was it? God help them all if there was more than one of them, too.

❝If you're working for Temeluchas, that means you're the one who did this to him.❞ Hay Sun said decisively, rage boiling under her skin. ❝He's not your papa, so you should go away before I kill you. I don't care how strong you are or who the hell you have to help you. If you did this to him, you little shit, there's no reason for me to let you live.❞

Before her KILL KILL KILL mode was switched on, her phone vibrated in her pocket, and she sighed explosively, and then snatched it up, barking a greeting.

❝You've found Ariel, so you have no business in France anymore.❞ It was her brother, as straight to the point as always. ❝I'll route your flight back to where we are so we can join up again. If you're going to bring him with you, then do so, but you're going to be looking after him, no one else. Accept your responsibility.❞

The call clicked end, and then Hay Sun stared at it, and then to the others, slightly bewildered. Before she could do anything else, the little punk touched a ring on her hand and then mist began to collect around her feet ominously, when more sirens went off in her head. When she could feel Leon slipping off her lap, her heart leaped out of her chest and the atmosphere flared around her. ❝I don't fucking think so!❞ she shouted, thought it mostly came out as a jumble of raging shouts.

Hay Sun dove and looped her arms under Leon's and around his chest and then looked back at Ralvie and Italie with glowing eyes. ❝Help would be appreciated,❞ she ground out, struggling to pull back.

God, if she ever got a hold of that little shit, she was gonna wring its fucking neck.​

 

It had taken quite a bit for everything to work out the way it did. Really all that had happened was that they had convinced Ariel to drop his guard down...and kind of pass out and all. But thankfully, they had managed to, through a myriad of attempts, save Ariel's life from the poisoning. Well that was quite nice and quite the happy ending to have done here. His attention was focused on the kid now, and there was some nagging feeling that could only be due to Zachariel about this kid. He felt some sort of urge to just flat out kill her, but repressed it for the time being. It was then that Doctor Grey stepped in front of her and told the gang that they should not fight against the kid, lest they basically have to deal with the both of them. While Sal was almost positive that Doctor Grey was indeed their enemy, and had no doubt that he could be a threat, he would not fight against the man. More so out of respect for the man for helping them out at the moment he wasn't going to engage him at all.

The gang was about to go and skedaddle from here with their Pride Rock Cat friend, except for one little thing that happened. The small nephilim child, as it was explained to him, and Doctor Grey then started to sink into a portal back to hell probably. It was at that moment that the little Mistake Child decided to grab the leg of the Lion and pull him with her. Well then. This whole family of hell, between Temeluchus and the Mistake Child, kind of rubbing Sal the wrong way. He was becoming less fond of them every interaction...and that had only been two so far, one for each. He saw Hay Sun dive after Simba and tried to pull him up and out the portal. She seemed to be asking for help, which Sal was obviously going to provide. Switching his aura's so that now he was using the Earth Aura, the one that provided a boost in strength, he ran over and grabbed Triton's Daughter's arm and tried to hoist him out of the portal he was sinking into.

After putting his back into it, Sal and Hay Sun were eventually able to yank Ariel out of the magic portal to the Brimstone Factory, and let out a sigh of relief. Jeez, that was quite the annoying thing to be doing. Sal smiled a little though, slightly only at the thought of his next encounter with the whole gang of dark angels he had just run into. And that Mistake Child as well. Walking over to pick up Doctor Grey's jacket, Sal put it on. He would be sure to have to return to its owner when next they met. Hoisting Ariel onto his shoulder Sal looked to the gang and said, "shall we be going now then?"

 

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❖ MAP ❖ OOC ❖ WEARING ❖​

❖ DAY ⟡ 52 ⦙ 4/5 ❖ DATE ⟡ Tuesday ⦙ November 12, 2013 ❖​

❖ LOCATION ⟡ Hell [Harbonah's Room] ❖ INTERACTION ⟡ Alice ❖​

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Alice looked over to her in thought. ❝ ... What kind of trap like... an animal trap where you want them dead or alive, we have knives. Lots and lots of knives... It just makes me sound kill crazy when I say it like that.❞​

Hana shook her head. ❝ No we definitely need them alive and those knives will kill them without even trying. ❞ The couldn't kill the Dark Angels, not yet at least. In this circumstance, they needed them.​

❝ I assumed that much, you know, angels... anyway... do you have any ideas for anything? ❞ Alice asked.​

Hana furrowed her brow and pursed her lips. ❝ I'm just going to disregard that first comment. ❞ She studied the door for some time, attempting to come up with something. ❝ I've really got nothing. I don't see either Danel or Temeluchas carrying us out of here, even if their lives were at risk. The only likely option is to remove these enchantments somehow so that I can use my powers again. ❞​

Alice took a stop closer towards the door and looked over at Hana and cleared her throat and looked at her questioningly, ❝ Have you ever removed enchantments before? ❞​

She shook her head. ❝ I have, but not without my powers. Currently I'm about as useful as you are... No offense. ❞​

❝ None taken... but... there should be a way to remove it without powers... right? ❞ she asked.​

Hana tried her hardest to think of something, taking a seat in one of the chairs. ❝ None that I can think of. Not too mention, even if we do decide to trap one of the Dark Angels somehow, it won't take much for them to get free and if we injure them with the knives. ... Well, then we'll probably be stuck in here forever. ❞ If the Dark Angel died before removing the enchantments or letting them out, then they would be even more stuck in there than they were now.​

❝ Well shit. ❞ Alice walked over to a wall and slid down it, hugging her knees.​

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Danel stood out in the hall and the mist swirled in a whirlpool on the ceiling. His brown eyes stayed locked on it with his thumbs hooked through the belt loops on his pants. He could hear Lu screaming in her room and flames were sent flying down the opposite hall. It was a good thing he decided to stand between the classroom and the Training Room. The smoke from the Hellfire burned his lungs and he exhaled, blowing it in a new direction. He glanced around the corner to see that Azrael's bedroom door was on fire. Danel shook his head and sighed. Legs started to dangle down from the mist and he lifted himself off the ground, grabbing the both of them and helping them easily down to the floor. He blew some hair out of his face and looked the pair of them over. "Welcome back you two. Mali, your sister is in your bedroom I think. Alistair ... I think you should maybe make yourself scarce for awhile. And stay away from your room. She kind of started it on fire."​

He gave the both of them a nod and a wave before disappearing from the hall. Normally Danel would have walked most of the way, but given the fact that the hall was on fire, he figured it would be easier to travel this way. When it cleared, he was standing in front of Harbonah's vacant bed. He laughed to himself. Clever girl. Slender arms wrapped around his neck and there was a black knife to his throat. "Nice to see you too," he greeted Xathanael with a laugh.​

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"Cut the crap Danel. Take down the enchantments or I'll slit your throat and you'll be just as dead as Harbonah." she seethed.​

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"Now why would I do that? You do realize I could take that knife from your hand without even having to move." he told her.​

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Her hair tickled the back of his neck. "I do, but you're not going to."​

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"And what makes you think that?" he countered.​

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There was a long pause. "You're not like the rest here. You act like you care about this cause, but in reality it doesn't seem as if you care about much anything at all."​

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Danel laughed. "Does it now? I suppose I'm just a really good actor." More silence ensued before he rose his hands and felt the woman behind him flinch. "Relax." There was a crashing noise as if glass was shattering and the air shimmered. "There you go. You can walk out the room now. Take care."​

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The arm tightened around his throat and he winced as the obsidian knife dug into his throat, a bead of blood trailed down his neck. "Why are you doing this?" she asked. Apparently Xathanael wasn't as excited to leave as expected.​

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"What does it matter? I let you go. You should be pleased. I mean, it's not like you'll make it out of the palace alive, but it will be amusing to watch you try. Depending on who finds you, you'll either end up right back here or dead. Doesn't matter to me which outcome is reached." There was some slack around his throat and then the arm was gone. He continued to stand there facing the bed until he heard the door open and shut. Danel laughed to himself and spun on his heel. "Time to sound the alarm I suppose." He whistled and a siren began to echo loudly throughout the entire building.​

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Brandon soon learned that the girl he didn't crash into and didn't brutally road kill was named Demi. She then seemed to be curious as to who he was in a car wreck to which Brandon responded the name of his good pal, Buch. The two then continued to talk about...stuff. You know, stuff people talk about in typical one liner back and forths that need not be recorded. Eventually Brandon asked one of the hospital staff if he could have a phone to call someone with to inform them of his situation...but they just told him to tell him who to call. So Brandon ended up having to leave a message for either Wealthard, Adan, Heinry, or Eris, telling them that he and Buch were hospitalized after getting in car wreck but that the both of them were going to be a-okay. The doctor looked a bit confused at all the names that Brandon was spewing out, but he didn't press any further and just went to go relay the message.

Eventually Brandon felt really tired and really sore, so he started to succumb to the blissful world of sleep. For whatever reason, Demi decided to stick around with him even as he was falling asleep and so he eventually just shifted around a bit and then passed out for the night.