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[llyon]

Letting the bottle neck fall away from his lips, Llyon swallowed, feeling the acid burning sensation of the whiskey flow down his throat into his stomach. His tongue was numb from the constant sips that he had taken over the last few hours, and now he could start to feel the warmth inside of his nose. What once was a full bottle dangled from his hands, just a bit over half of the golden brown liquid missing as testament to the amount of time that Llyon had sat there, drinking and thinking. Oh he wasn't drunk, not even tipsy, but hopefully he would be able to get somewhat there before someone yanked him back inside to lay back in his bed. Sitting on the front steps of the church the Soliders used as their base, his lower back cried out in a tense ache. Llyon ignored it though an took another swing, when he was finished, letting the bottle fall back to the familiar position between his legs. Leaning his head down on his hands, Llyon sighed out and swilred the heavy glass bottle around, watching the whiskey sloosh around the bottle.

Numerous thoughts floated across the void that was his mind but Llyon refused to acknowledge any of them. Though the idea seemed impossible, he was trying to avoid having to think at the moment, instead wihing to place himself only in the here and the now. In a combat situation a stray thought could get you killed for numerous reasons. It could suddenly make you distracted or trigger your emotions or any other number of complications could happened. So Llyon couldn't think babout his family. He wouldn't wonder if they were alive, had somehow miraculously escaped the house before the demons had arrived and now hide somewhere wondering about him. Or they could be dead. That thought didn't sting Llyon as it would a normal person. Someone else might start freaking out about 'trying to find their family' and start to plan a way to find them. No, dead was dead and there was nothing that anyone could do about and searching for dead people would only get you killed. Now that he was sitting on the steps thinking about it, Llyon was leaning more towards the idea that his family was gone. This church was only a few blocks away from his house and wouldn't his religious parents gather their children and flee at the first sign of trouble? Or maybe his brother or sister took charge and lead them somewheres else. So many possibilites and a lot could have happened in the month that Llyon had been recovering. Wiping his eyes with a back of his hand, the still healing solider took another drink.

It wasn't like he was trying to get drunk, though he secretly hoped he would be left alone enough to. No, the fact was although he was still in the process of healing and if he moved to fast his half healed scars would pull his skin in imaginable way, and could break open his sitches any minute, he refused to take any more painkillers. He wasn't trying to give off the 'tough guy' persona that came with most US Marines, but just thought of it as smart thinking. If the Soliders used up all the pain medication on someone who would take more than a month to heal, they were just wasting supplies, expecially when there were children around that could use it. Llyon had always felt protective of any child and he couldn't bare to see any child, wether rather annoying or not, suffer. And so he told the lady he thought was in charge of the nurses his desicion, and went outside. He was well enough to walk around and start to help out around the Church, but none of the actual Soliders felt that he was ready to go out on missions and things like that. Course he didn't blame them, as no one knew who he was. Little did people know it, but Llyon was almost shy around people he didn't know, barely speaking other than when he needed to speak.

And so here he was, sitting on the stone steps, wondering what the world was finally coming too. Llyon didn't even remember where he had gotten the JD from, but he knew that he was starting to feel some effect from the alcholic beverage as the constant pain he was dealing with subsided a slight amount. Groaing slighty as he shifted position to lean back on his elbows, Llyon let his eyes close, the green irisis blazing in quiet contemplation. he wondered if his family was alive or not. Maybe he could find a way to sneek off and visit his old home, or what was left of his old home, and find some clues. They could be at the hospital were it seemed like all the refugees were hiding. Could the normal citizens even be called refugees? Or maybe they had tried to get to a relatives house? Ah, he was letting the idea thoughts make him think. Right now he wanted his mind to be still. Trying to avoid singling out a single thought, he took another drink and paid no attention to the sound of footsteps ringing off the stone stairways.

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[dream2]

A barrage of bullets screamed through the air, the specially designed anti-demon ones that pierced through a pair of demons like a knife to butter. They screamed as it burned their flesh, before they ran off, leaving behind the two straggling humans. Not that humans were weak - oh no - some humans had training. Some more than others, and some more official and hard-core than others. While her time in the military had trained her to fight and act like a soldier, she had specialized in the nursing field, therefore, as she tended to the guy's gash on his leg, the dark-haired woman spoke, "Now, this is going to sting, so brace yourself." she dumped a squirt of antibacterial on it, since he'd cut it on some metal while he'd been fighting off the demons before she just produced her anti-demon weapon and sprayed a few rounds their way. Boots shifted in the dirt as she tilted her body, crouching down and tending to the wound, before bandaging it quickly, tucking hair behind her ear, dark eyes looking up when the guy swore and spoke, "Thanks, you going to head back, or come with our group?" Pausing, the Chinese-Filipino woman then responded, "Head back. Good luck, don't forget to report." He nodded and soon vanished off into the streets. Even though she didn't like the thought of him venturing off. He was. Shaking her head, the Asian woman shifted her AKM over her shoulder once more, checking the safety as she headed back towards the church. The place where many Soldiers, humans took refuge. Refuge was a good word to describe it, though she wasn't sure just how long it would last, it would suit them.

Paranoid thoughts frantically scanned the area, her militaristic mind whirling a mile a minute. Every plan of action to defend herself she took, after all, in a Buddhist's eyes violence was unnecessary and often times just ridiculous. The thoughts that lead to violence were often times ones out of rage or even fear. Two emotions she had learned to control. Rage, it came from fury, from anger towards someone or something. With time, if someone didn't want to worry about rage anymore, they could learn to smother it the moment they realized it was bubbling beneath the surface, threatening to explode. The latter, the fear could come easily from the unknown, just not knowing what was happening. In times like these, that came quite a bit, especially with humans against the demons, angels and the weird hybrids. What-ever the hell they were. The Invictus and all these others. The fear and the rage, when they are allowed to consume someone, then they take over, and if pushed right, the person can explode and act out against another person. Even if that person was a friend, sometimes if frightened or enraged enough, that said person could cause mass destruction of relationships and everything they cared about. Now that, were multiple reasons as to why, learning some self-control was the best idea most of the time.

The sound of leather boots attached to her feet were silent on the hard ground, scattered pieces of dirt laid strewn along it. Cars went unused, or nonworking, and buildings lay in shambles. What did Beijing look like? This thought plagued her mind. The glorious sky scrapers, the people, the markets. Was it all gone, just like the demons did here, destroy what-ever they got their hands on? Dark eyes tightened at the thought of her home-country, her family was dead. Both her older brothers, parents and her aunt and uncle who had allowed her to stay with them here for high school. Then, from returning from work one day, about a week or so before heading to basic training at 18, she witnessed the slaughter. The bloodshed. Without thinking, she raised a hand with a knife in it, and threw it at the direction it was released from her hand. It embedded itself into the side of a soft piece of car metal, since it had been laying here for a few months most likely, the knife remained there neatly. Inlaid on this knife, was a good squirt of perfume. This always helped keep the demons from following the humans as easily. A tactic she'd learned many years ago, a year after the demons had started to claim lives, claim lands and claim the Earth. Or attempted to at least. And they - the humans - were caught in the middle of the supernatural war.

She arrived at the Church faster than she'd imagined, and dark eyes landed on a sight lying along the front steps. The smell tainted her nostrils as she attempted to figure out what it was, when she neared, recognition flashed in her dark eyes. This guy had just been saved, she had placed his stitches in. Especially since the only other doctor she knew about who actually had some training - even if he didn't have military training, was out with another group right now. Tying her black hair back into a quick, low ponytail as the leather heels on the boots helped give away her approach. Oh yes, this was Llyon, if she remembered his name correctly. He'd served in the military too, the Marines to be more specific, while she'd gone with the Army, and then transferred for her last year in the military to the National Guard when they'd asked. Tilting her head, the woman arched an eyebrow upon the brown bottle entering her sight. The bottle clenched in his hand. Was he using this to dull his pain? Taking off her AKM and placing it on the opposite side the guy was on, she sat down on a step above him, setting her legs out. Hands remained still, though her legs didn't, as they drew up closer to her, and her mouth opened softly, "Llyon, right?" she wanted to check. Yes, she'd done the dressings on his wounds too, "How are you feeling?" Both brows raised in an arch, glancing towards the mostly-empty bottle in his hand, before back to his features. What was he doing out here? Most likely he'd asked for permission from someone - or so she hoped. Mei leaned back slightly, keeping an eye on him, "You stopped taking the pain killers..." this she'd noticed, but she was mostly curious. Yes, there were plenty of others who needed them, but she knew where they hid them. She'd respect him to a certain degree, maybe he was wanting to help save them for others. Smiling softly at this thought, her eyes locked back onto him, curious.

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[llyon]

For his whole life Llyon had been needed by someone for something. At first it was by his younger brother ever since they were little for some reason of another. Whenever they were together, trouble always followed them, well most of the time they were the ones that caused the trouble. It seemed like every prank they pulled, every little lie they told, they were discovered, and most of the time it was his brother that was the one that got caught and Llyon was the one that had to recuse him from punishment. Then in later years it became his sister and his brother. The once siblings had started to drift apart in the different personalities that started to dominate their life. Sabrina was the one that was smart and kind, willing to do anything for her brothers, always there to help them with girl problems and sometimes even guy problems. But Jales on the other hand was the violent one, always lashing out at anyone that got close to him. More often than not he was alone, or never even around their home. Llyon on the other hand was right in the middle, loyal and protective and yet filled with his own anger problems that got in the way most of the time. In the old world, he was needed. From his siblings to the men that he befriended during his time in the Marines. Of course he when he was younger he had good friends, but during those days in Iraq he had never made closer one. Those men had counted on him and trusted him, just as he had counted and trusted them. But here, he was useless for the moment. And that, was one thing that Llyon did not like feeling.

Although he knew it was for his own good, he could not stop being useful. It was part of his nature to help and give and not just recieve. Sure he was moody and had anger problems, but that didn't mean that he was an asshole who only thought about himself. He wasn't his father. That man was part of the reasons why Llyon had gravitated towards being in the military in the first place. And with his experiance there, the ex Marine knew that he could help these 'Soliders' survive. He had been here for a month, and he was grateful for everything that the Soliders had done for him. After all they had saved his life. But most of these 'Soliders' were nothing more than children, not even a handful had any actual training. Llyon wasn't mocking them in anyway, but stating the facts as he saw them. There was so much that he could do to help, and so far they didn't even let him help carry around supplies as 'he needed his rest'. Bullshit, he had cut himself shaving worse than this. As he took another drift from the bottle, the angle in which his arm muscles pull across made him groan. Okay, maybe not.

Sitting in his own silence, he listened to the sounds of the things that were going on around him. Coming through the walls of the Church he could barely make out the sounds of the people hustling around on the inside, going through the process of their now daily lives. But that wasn't what interested him. Sighing out, he looked up when a distant sound of gunshots, followed by short screams rang near the Church. Sitting up, he was one the verge of going inside to warn the group if the shots continued. Just a few weeks ago their Chruch hideout had almost been discovered by a group of demons, and he didn't want to replay that scene again. But the shots stopped and after silently counting five minutes, he relaxed back into his previous position.

Silence floated back down around the Church, but that was broken when the soft sound of leather shoes came to his attention. The woman that came into view was something that he was able to recognize. Over his time here he had met people that he had forgotten the next day. Some people were only faces that he remembered from sick dreams wereas others were faces of people that he had some how known hadn't even existed at all. Luckily this woman had a face that he actually remembered from his dreams. She was the one that had swen his back together and dressed his bandages. What was her name? Myu? Mio? Mei or something? The last seemed the closest to the truth. As she came closer to him, Llyon nodded at her in a silent salute of respect. If he owed his life to anyone in the Soliders, beside the whole group itself, it was her. Watching her walk towards and then sit down the step behing him Llyon sighed. "Llyon, right? How are you feeling?" Llyon sat up and looked over his shoulder at her and shrugged, "I've had better days. Mei right? Thanks for--" he motioned towards his chest and the wrapping that were underneath his clothes, "all this. " He wasn't too sure what this woman was like, and if she was going to start telling him to go inside and rest, or tell him to drop the booze, he would just walk away right now. "You stopped taking the pain killers..." It wasn't a question and Llyon knew this to be so., So he nodded and didn't even deny it in his answer. "Theres no point in me hogging all the meds. For someone my size I'd end up using too much. Might as well save it for later when someone else will need it. " And of course he didn't want to see any of the children in there now suffer, but he let that part of out of it. Offering her the bottle of alcohol he rolled his neck around, hearing it crack. "So what went down today? " She had come from the direction that the sound of the gunshot had so he assumed that she was there. Just because he hadn't been used yet didn't mean that he was going to let that stop him from asking about the day to day happenings.

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[dream2]

Through out the lives of the people she's helped, it was amazing at how many of them were grateful, and then there were always the few that would stun her. They were ungrateful that she most of the time saved their life. It was quite amazing. Some people took life for granted - now - most of them were probably dead. She hoped in hell. No, she calmed herself, inhaling slowly. That wasn't the way to go. Brushing back black hair with a calm air about her, she refused to get worked up over something that she couldn't avoid. The Asian then wrapped her arms around her legs momentarily. How the world had changed over the past decade alone. Ever since she got out of the military she's noticed just how different, a blind person could tell how different it was here. The buildings were abandoned, and people ran for their lives constantly. At least the demons didn't seem to notice that there were a ton of people in this church. Knock on wood. She helped keep them away, she'd often put perfume on knives and wood out and about to help through off the scent of the humans inside. Plus sometimes an angel or two would come here and overlay their scent on top of the human one. The Almighty she heard about from the angels only knew that humans were to be protected. Even sometimes from some angels. It was curious though, ever since this happened, she had been questioning her way of her religion. It was more of a way of life than anything, but there was a God, one who had created all the Archangels and angels, which were now creating Nephilim and all this. She placed a hand down on her stomach at this thought, she had had a dream about an angel visiting her, telling her that he wanted a son. Forget that. This was no time to be having children. It was a bloody war. Closing her eyes, she refused to let her dreams get to her. She wouldn't. Teeth painfully clenched together as she ground them, before the thoughts soon faded and Mei's attention slowly drifted back to Llyon.

Then her mind drifted to the military. Both she and Llyon had served, even if in different branches, there were two of the few she knew about who had actually had any official training. Then there were the Soldiers who wanted to be trained. Wanted to be trained by them or others who would be able to help them. The only problem was, this was real stuff if they practiced, so if they did train, she'd need to train them against her. That would be fun. Have the 5'5" woman beat someone down who would most likely be a good 6 inches taller than her. Scoffing at this thought, she looked away and back towards where she'd come from. The perfume and mixture of scents always seemed to do the trick, so she wasn't too worried about them finding the place. Plus the anti-demon weapon and bullets worked pretty well on them. Smirking coyly at this thought, she lowered her head and rested her chin on her knees for a few moments. These moments like these were ones she absolutely enjoyed. The moments where she wasn't meditating, but rather actually outside, and in the middle of life, where one wrong move could get yourself killed. That she wouldn't let happen. No way. If she did die, she would die with honor, and then continue onto heaven. Her face disappeared, as she looked down, before quickly raising it up, vision landing on Llyon silently. He was a curious creature - human - at that. Quieter than most, but not that she minded it. In fact she enjoyed it sometimes.

Mei's eyes watched him as he then spoke, and gave thanks for dressing his wounds and stitching him up. A look melted onto her features, a look of compassion, though also worry was mixed in there with it. She opened her mouth to speak, hesitated and nodded once before she then decided to speak, "Don't mention it, not like I was going to let you die...not on my watch." Her determination set in. She always enjoyed helping people. He was no different. Maybe another reason she felt she had to really save him and help him too - he had been in the army, the armed forces like she had been. That little connection there was good enough to help enforce her she needed to save him. Either way she would have, but maybe that connection now reassured her in a sense that she wasn't alone, and wasn't the only one around here - that she knew of - with proper training. At his comment on the pain killers he had stopped taking, Mei nodded. She understood, she'd do the same, and she was positive they wouldn't be the only ones. "That's very...thoughtful, Llyon. I'm sure that someone will be appreciative of that." Stretching her legs out for a moment, when he inquired about what went down, and offered her the bottle, the woman hesitated, and shook her head politely, "Oh, no thanks." she smiled innocently. She'd never drank before, and refused to. She'd been raised to drink if she wanted, but she never started and probably never would. Besides, someone for her size, probably one look at alcohol and she'd be drunk.

Nibbling her bottom lip at his inquiry, she glanced back towards the direction she came, a hand landing on her AKM, and the Asian answered calmly, "Just a pair of demons who caught onto my scent. Threw them off again, so we're perfectly fine." she nodded once, noting how'd he'd given her the small salute of respect. Tilting her head gently, hair falling past her shoulders, she inquired, "Has anyone asked you about the alcohol?" she raised both dark brows, but that's all she asked. Mainly curious. Mei had no intention of telling him not to drink, she wasn't like that. No, she'd let him if he wanted, besides, that probably dulled his pain just as well as the pain killers. Lifting her gaze as she noticed a pair of white angelic wings fly up into the skies, she lowered her gaze back to the ground where she and her fellow Soldiers and humans were bound till death. "Everything here been all right?" she inquired, glancing up the stairs and to the doors which were shut, but she still had a feeling someone had been keeping an eye on Llyon, till she arrived. Turning back to him, Mei fell silent. Sometimes, silence was just what was needed.

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[llyon]

Llyon had never thought about how he was going to die. Not until now for some reason. Oh, he knew that it was going to happen and whether that was tomorrow of a few years from now, he had no idea either. He had never really thought about the whole entire situation of it either. Even when he was in the blazing heat of Iraq, the sweat underneath his Kevlar dripping down his body, the weight of the damn thing pulling on his shoulders till they ached and cried for release. Even the helmet shoved on his head had seemed like such an inconvenience at the time, but that didn't stop him. Even when bullets zipped past his head and the bombs exploded near his shelter he hadn't thought about dying. Of course the idea crossed his mind, but he had never truly thought about it. For some reason now he could. As he sat on the steps of the Church, a bottle of whiskey in his hand, probably the most at peace with himself and the world around him than he had even been, he could think about his death. Would his conscience just disappear, like a bubble popping? Or would it continue to carry on, but in a void filled with emptiness? Maybe he would come back as a angel, wouldn't that be something, to have a pair of those shining wings, or maybe all those things that he had done during his time in the service would catch up with him and he would be turned into a demon. Like hell he would. It that happened to him he would just turn traitor and help the people that had saved his life. Llyon hoped that none of the above would happen though, and he just got to come back as a different version of himself. Just another plain old human.

Setting the bottle down on the step beside him, Llyon up his hands underneath his head and leaned back against the steps, feeling the pavenment dig into his spine and hips. After he gave his thanks to her, he couldn't help but be aware of her looking at him, watching him so he moved slowly, but that didn't stop from a groan escaping his lips, and a quick hand placed against his ribcage before returning to hits position underneath his head. Maybe tomorrow he would start working out again, do a few pushups and some crunches. When Mei thanked him for being considerate, Llyon shrugged and then sat up. The pavenment was hurting his hands and the leather jacket he was wearing was sticking to his skin. Carefully pulling it off, he folded it up and put it underneath his head, leaving his shoulders and arms bare. The ex Marine still couldn't wear regular t shirts and it pulled his scars to much to get one over his head, so he had settled in wearing wife beaters instead. The only draw back was that they were thin, so the bandages across his chest were still visible. Oh well, what else was he going to do?

Closing his eyes, he listened to Mei talk. Her voice was calming and struck a memory in his head. He had heard her voice before, when what he guessed was when she was stitching him back up. "Just a pair of demons who caught onto my scent. Threw them off again, so we're perfectly fine." Llyon nodded to show that he was listening to her talk. She was able to take care of herself. Mei had been in the army after all. "Has anyone asked you about the alcohol?" Llyon opened one eye and looked at her over his shoulder and shook his head. "Don't worry. If I get drunk i'll make sure to stay away from the children" A small smile played on his lips, his little joke making him laugh. Truth was that Llyon was a bitter drunk, willing to point out the miserable endings of everything, and he would try to stay away from the children as they didn't need to be scared with his view of things. "Everything here been all right?" Again, Llyon nodded. "For the most part. I've seen a few wingers floating around, but I don't they were demons with white feathers. " but something tugged at him and he just had to say it. "I don't like it though. It seems way too quiet." Complete seriousness was in his voice and his eyes were wide open. He could feel that his words carried a bit of truth. The demons were up to something.

TAG - Mei!
WORDS - 800+
vNOTES - It's short I know : ( Llyon is feeling sluggish today for some reason.c
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