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Post by dream on Dec 13, 2010 18:11:28 GMT -6
  It wasn't unusual, to see someone like this wandering around the streets. Especially in Tamaya, one of the cities in which she knew, the world was being attacked. It wasn't just by one side either. The angels were attacking the demons, which were attacking the humans, and it just got messy, really. She had thought of it - several times actually - to go ahead and think about if she should go back in time and fix this before it started. Though, if she did that, and went that far back, how different would the present day be? Fear streaked through her before she was able to stop it. Eyes scanned the world below as her full attention fell back to the present-day. Maybe just keep her mind on the prize, she told herself. It wasn't that hard, with the chilly air in Arizona, she was honestly curious to how this was happening. At least it didn't seem to be horribly cold. But either way, she was wearing a jacket over her top to help keep her warm. Running a hand up her arm, she had given up the safety of her apartment for the day, wanting to go out somewhat and explore. Personally, she was quite psyched to go out and explore, since it wasn't really dark out right now either, the sky had about another two hours before the sun would fully set. How comforting. The thought rolled around in her head, before her mind then tuned in to the thoughts of someone nearby. She had been scanning silently with her mind, making sure no one was around - at least within a 20 feet diameter. Then, she had heard someone's rancid thoughts. They weren't pretty either.
A shiver flew up her spine. Why the hell did it? Because she was always afraid of someone finding her. At least she didn't have a scent. Pausing her hand landed on the sword her nephilim father had given her, he told her that her father had given it to them, to give to her once she got old enough. The brunette's eyes narrowed, and she snarled, "Show yourself." The demon then appeared, and sneered deviously towards her, "I don't smell you." She tensed and hissed, her mind lunging at this creature, who then proceeded to wail in pain, "I know."
[/color] she then managed to make the creature turn around, forget it had seen her, and walk off in the opposite direction she was heading. Continuing on, her black boots silent on the ground, the woman then approached the Bar. This bar, she could smell the lingering smell of the humans, the ones who dared to fight in this war, and she shook her head softly, before she then headed inside, wanting to just get out of the main area for awhile. Heading to the side, she was alone - no demons in here now. How fortunate. It was abandoned, and she slumped down onto a stool, resting against the wall, eyes scanning the area lazily. She sighed heavily, before jumping slightly when she heard something outside. Easily picking up a table with one of her hands, her strength coming into play, she placed it against the door, before peeking outside, keeping her mind barricaded, just in case this being had a good mental ability. Crouching down, she could feel her power course through her, before suddenly, she sensed demons from behind. Whirling around, wide-eyed, she then kicked the table out of her way, inhaling sharply. There were at least a good set of demons in a team, about 7 or so she figured. That wouldn't be much fun. Especially if she got her powers out, they'd just have one run off while she had to take care of the other one. Feeling her telekinesis begin to lift everything in the bar up off the ground a few inches, as she then reached and opened the door, yanking it open, only to run into something...mainly someone. Wide-eyed, she stepped back as everything in the bar crashed down, upon recognizing someone she hadn't seen in decades... [/color][/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]  * * *words;; 300+
thoughts;; eh, enjoy. XD
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Post by azrael on Dec 13, 2010 19:12:31 GMT -6
He moved past her without a word, like a soft breeze he seemed to materialize around her and into the midst of the demons who stood only a few feet behind her within the blink of an eye. The sounds of metal slicing through flesh could be heard ripping through the air in rapid succession, as Azrael was seemingly nothing more than a whirlwind of destruction, a moving blur to even the fastest of eyes. The scent of blood filled the air almost immediately as he moved with lightning-quick precision, blue aftertrails of flame following his blades movements and illuminating the room with each swipe, seeming to encircle his body as he continued to turn and attack, flipping through the air with natural ease and continuing his assault without a moment's pause. He was the Archangel of Death, and he had earned that title.
As the last of the demons remained, Azrael calmly approached him, reaching forward and gripping the demon's forehead with his left hand and squeezing with what had to be tremendous force because it caused the demon to scream out in pure agony. "Were you sent? Were you looking for her? Did you know anything...?" He spoke, his usually soft and quiet tone replaced with coldness. "N-n-no! I s-s-swear....ahhhh! We were just coming here for the humans, we had no idea there was an Invic..." Before the demon could finish its sentence, Asriel twisted his hand, snapping the creature's neck and letting it's body fall lifelessly to the ground. He calmly sheathed his weapon, the blue flame extinguishing.
He finally turned towards the woman, walking closer towards her now as he reached upwards to pull a few strands of his coarse black hair away from his face. He knew he looked bad compared to the last time she'd seen him, but that had also been before his little 'vacation' in hell, where he'd been subject to torture by nearly every creature within its circles. She looked exactly as he had remembered her, and for a few moments a smile played at the corners of his lips, "Hello Pandora....." He said, his voice warm and comforting. This was after-all, probably the only friend he'd ever truely had. The other Archangels didn't understand him because he was different, the Validus were pure evil, but he and Pandora seemed to share a connection that stemmed from the fact that they were both different, though she was obviously more unique than himself, simply by her nature alone.
The attempt at a smile fell from his face however, as it was replaced with his usually serious expression, "We should leave.... the smell of blood will probably attract more of them." He said simply, she would know that he wasn't saying this out of fear, but for her own benefit.
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Post by dream on Dec 13, 2010 19:31:14 GMT -6
To any other eye, it would have seemed impossible. To any mortal eye, the demons that had been approaching, would have been killed by something - or someone. She could see him suddenly move past her, while her back had been turned, her being distracted by him, the demons were then taken care of. Wide-eyed, she turned around, the door falling shut behind her. Leaning against it for support, in an effort as if to calm herself down, the brunette eyed him lightly. He was just as powerful as he had been the days they had met and hung out together, him teaching her angelic stuff she'd be able to do. Eyes watched his grace, with what could be easily taken as jealousy, or admiration. In her eyes, Azrael was...like a father-figure in a sense. Noticing the last demon, her telekinesis then slammed all the doors shut, and she then tightened her mind in on its own mind, as the Archangel approached it. Straightening herself, she heard him demand the demon why they were here basically. Upon hearing the demon's scream of pain, Pandora couldn't help but allow a soft smirk to cross over her features. Maybe she was much better with angels and the lighter side than she originally thought a lot. Then, when the demon began to confess to the archangel, and a shiver flew down her spine when its last word almost escaped, before he snapped its neck quite easily. Approaching a dead body, she closed her eyes for a moment, quickly diving into their minds, attempting to find out their real reason here.
It had been telling the truth. There were rumors of humans hiding out here. Seeing his angel sword, which was engulfed with angelic flames, she glanced to her own, which had its own flames to it, but they were a deep purple, something she hadn't figured out why to yet - at least none to which she'd admit to. Eyes lifted to meet his when the sword was sheathed, and she spoke softly, dammit, she always felt meek around him, and she was probably stronger than him too. "Thank you..." Straightening herself up, the brunette then finally let it sink in, the differences she could see on him, Archangel of Death, a title she knew she would adore to have, something people, demons would fear. Tilting her head gently, glad her hair was tied back in a sleek ponytail, his soft words hit her ears, and she felt...comforted by his voice. Just knowing that, no matter what, if Azrael was around, he'd help her out. Course, he also knew what she was too. Nibbling on her bottom lip, she responded, "Hello to you too, Azrael.."
[/color] she reached up carefully, and brushed his hair with careful fingers, "What happened?"[/color] She wouldn't push though. Besides she knew that if she wanted to know something, and Azrael didn't want to tell her - he wouldn't. But he had vanished over half a century ago, and she had had no idea as to where he'd gone. Nonetheless, he was here now. Quickly hugging him, Pandora nodded at his words, the door opening with just her thought wanting it to open. It would be a good idea to leave. The scent of the demon blood was alluring, and she could feel it toy with her head. Shaking it off, she stepped outside slightly, allowing the air from outside clean her nostrils, and she turned back to Azrael, "Fine by me, you lead the way."[/color] Course, he probably knew she'd want to clean him up. Maybe see if she could cut his hair, get it out of his face. Last thing she figured he'd want would be for his hair to limit him in a fight. Which she doubted. He had - easily - many decades of fighting experience under his belt. Eying Azrael curiously, Pandora fully headed outside, before glancing around, and gesturing to the south, "Some are already on their way from the south, I say, north, north-east or so?"[/color][/color][/blockquote][/blockquote][/size] * * * words;; 10+ xD
thoughts;; lol..i'm still breaking in the char. hope it's good! xD
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Post by azrael on Dec 13, 2010 20:23:42 GMT -6
It was good seeing her again, he hadn't realized how much he'd missed her until just now. She had been his one little spot of happiness in his miserable existence. He knew that he had a burden to carry because of his duty and he had been created to do so by the Almighty, but it was nice to have something that occasionally made him happy, or atleast what he imagined happiness was like. He watched as she moved the hair away from his eyes, seeing the worry in her own as she asked him what had happened. He knew he couldn't tell her the details, he wouldn't, it wasn't something that anyone would have to bear other than himself. So the nut-shell version would have to suffice, "I was trapped in Hell..." He said simply enough, as if he'd just stated that he made a trip to the beach. Though the dramatic change in his appearance was testament enough to the abuse he'd been forced to endure.
He watched as she opened the doors with her telekinesis. She was becoming more comfortable with her abilities, he could tell that by the ease of which she used them. Her powers had always been wild, un-tamed, and dangerously powerful, but now it seemed she had a much better control over them. In a sense it seemed she had 'grown up' since he had been taken away from her. He listened to her speak about the visitors from the south, it was incredible how she could simply sense that when he hadn't even detected their approach yet. "Sounds like a plan..." He said, placing his hands within the pockets of the jacket that he wore as he started walking in that direction. It would be much easier and faster for them to simply fly, but that would draw far too much unnecessary attention.
"I'm sorry for leaving you like that.... I had no choice in the matter..." He said softly, his voice lined with pain that made it clear this was something that he felt very guilty about and had been plaguing his thoughts ever since he'd been imprisoned. He still had no idea how the Validus hadn't been able to pry the information regarding Pandora out of his mind, as he'd been in no shape to put up any resistance against their mind abilities at that time, but for some reason they'd either overlooked it without realizing what it was, or hadn't even come across it. Either way she was safe for now, and that's what mattered, because if the Validus laid their hands upon her, they would hurt her and twist her into something purely wicked.
At the same token, he couldn't trust the Archangels with this either, because they would want to turn her into a weapon as well. No.... if anyone was going to touch her it would be through him. "You look good...." He added as they continued their journey.
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Post by dream on Dec 13, 2010 20:43:37 GMT -6
After brushing the hair out of Azrael's eyes, Pandora could feel something deep in her stomach, like someone was about to punch her perhaps. She didn't know, but there was something there, and an instinct told her, she wanted to stay close to Azrael, and not just for protection. The human emotions - to her - were not all that easy. They could be to an extent in some of them, but the other ones were so hard to come by for her. It was jealousy, she had discovered was what some angels felt towards humans, the ability to be able to have tons of emotions, though sometimes those could get in the way. Then - what was this emotion she was feeling now? A brooding look crossed over the woman's features for a brief moment, though she quickly wiped it away when Azrael spoke a few simple words, though words that ignited rage, the fury she'd found out years ago, within her. Hell? What had happened there? Feeling her entire body tense, Pandora eyed him intently, as a nearby building shook from her anger, the emotion she knew could trigger some stuff, "What?" Course, with Azrael, he most likely wouldn't tell her. Though the way he was acting now though, she knew she'd be very lucky if he told her anything else. Damn, why couldn't she have done anything? Pandora wouldn't want him to go through that ever again if she could help it. Deciding on that thought, she knew she'd take matters into her own hands to protect Azrael. He was strong on his own of course, but two against multiple was much more fair than just one against multiple. Brown and green eyes locked onto his icy-blue eyes, ones she realized then just how much she had missed the depths of them, the ones she knew could turn icy cold in an instant.
It was weird to see how he had changed. Even to see how she had changed. Pandora's attention remained on him as he seemed okay with that plan. Regrettably they'd need to walk, their wings would probably draw too much attention. Lingering close to him, closer than was probably necessary, Pandora looked to him quietly. He seemed much more different than before. What could it be? Almost, darker in a sense. Though for an archangel, she wasn't sure how that could be possible, but maybe more realistic. Pausing, Pandora's hand brushed his arm gently, "Are you hurt?"
[/color] though she didn't mean physically, more - mentally and emotionally. Her hand lingered there for a moment longer, before she quickly dropped it as they continued on. Yes, maybe more realistic was the best word to describe how he was now. But God, now she realized how much she had missed this. The familiarity. The feeling of knowing that there was actually someone out there in the world who understood, and Pandora trusted him - much more than she felt she should, but she couldn't help herself. It felt like them against the world sometimes. Worry gnawed at her about him, though with the demons, she was curious to why they'd come after her. Did they know? Shivers flew up her spine. She hoped not. Pandora smothered that thought from her mind, just in case it would project to Azrael. She didn't want to worry him if it wasn't necessary. Then, his voice, soft was caught by her ears. Looking to the male silently, the Invictus turned to the Archangel, stopping in the walk together, and her eyes locked onto his, "Don't be sorry...Azrael, I don't blame you for that happening."[/color] she nodded gently, in reassurance, before adding, "If it makes you feel better though, I'll accept your apology."[/color] Once she was sure that had sunken in, Pandora's attention wavered between her thoughts and Azrael. Stupid human emotions, she thought to herself. Pushing those aside for now, her eyes glanced back quickly, before she then quickly, rolled her shoulders, shrugging off her jacket, and in a moment, a pair of brilliant golden wings appeared. Her wing closest to Azrael then draped it over his back for a few moments, helping to mask his scent, since she didn't have one. After holding it there for a moment, she quickly folded her wings back up, and they disappeared once more. As they continued along the streets away from the bar, Pandora heard his comment, and suddenly felt color tinting her neck and cheeks slightly. Cursing that, she replied gently, glancing away, "Thank you..."[/color] Her eyes shifted to him for a moment, as she readjusted her jacket, before responding, brushing her ponytail behind her shoulder once more, mainly to keep her hair out of her face, "I missed you...Azrael...I'm so glad you're back."[/color] she smiled weakly, lifting a hand and placing it on his arm, in the connecting moment, Pandora's hand lingered there, letting him respond, before her hand fell away, and she then with a shove of her power pushed a car slightly out of their way, making sure it was quiet, as to not draw attention to them if she could help it. Looking to Azrael, Pandora mused, "Do you know when you may be called on....?"[/color] Basically though, she easily knew that she enjoyed her time with Azrael, quite a bit. [/color][/blockquote][/blockquote][/size] * * * words;; 10+ xD
thoughts;; hehe, yeah, i like these two. lol
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Post by azrael on Dec 13, 2010 21:27:37 GMT -6
The infuriated response that he received for his explanation was exactly why he hadn't wanted to tell her in the first place, and the reason behind him only giving her that one sentence. If he had went into detail about his imprisonment, she would have flown off the handle and tried to go after every Validus and Demon within the area. Not saying she couldn't hold her own, and might very likely come out alive, it was something he didn't want to risk in the slightest. He knew it was foolish to really believe himself her protector when she was such a powerful being, but he was protecting her from more than just the immediate dangers, if she used her powers profusely, she would be easily spotted and all of his efforts would have been for nothing. Still he couldn't help but feel a warm sensation in regards to the concern she showed for him.
He shook his head at her question, and she would know that even if he was emotionally wrecked, he would never let on. Since he wasn't used to, or supposed to have, such a wide range of emotions, it had caused him to become an introverted type of person, who simply buried his pain and moved on.
He watched her as she stopped, facing him, listening to her words as she spoke. He had known that was exactly what she would say, but he had still needed to get the apology off of his chest and he could already feel the guilt bleeding away at her words. He didn't even flinch as she draped her wing across his shoulders, a familiar movement that they'd done many times before to mask his presence when they'd been hiding out in the past, it was so natural that he'd barely even noticed it, and when he did it made him smile in realization. He was astounded by how good it felt to be back with her once again, how comfortable she made him feel, even if he didn't necessarily act like it.
He couldn't help but smile when he saw her blushing response to his compliment. He hadn't expected her to become embarassed by it, but he found it amusing that she had. "You're very welcome..." He said while still smiling as they continued. He listened to her next set of words, and found himself feeling an odd sensation in his stomach that he brushed away. "I missed you too, Pandora... you have no idea..." He said, his voice trailing slightly at the end, threatening to break with emotion though he kept his composure. The one thought that had kept him through the worst parts of his stay in Hell had been thoughts of Pandora and getting back so that he could protect her, it had given him strength and a desire to live. In a way, she had kept him alive, she had protected him.
As he felt her hand fall away from his arm he lifted it and rested it around her shoulders, pulling her next to him as they walked, enjoying the comfort the close proximity of her body provided. He listened to her question and remained silent for a few moments, "....I'm not going back...my job is pretty much set in stone now. Prevent the end of the world, or perish along with it..."
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Post by dream on Dec 13, 2010 21:47:55 GMT -6
Casting a glance towards Azrael after her short, brief outburst of energy and anger, Pandora eyed him intently. Honestly, she could tell he was hiding stuff. But it was his life. He could choose what happened with it. Eyes lingered on his cool ones for a moment longer than necessary. It was times like these Pan had missed the most. She missed just the feeling of knowing that no matter what, someone would always be there with her, or at least be able to be by her side. That thought alone was comforting enough. Nibbling her bottom lip slightly at that thought, a habit she'd picked up back before Azrael had vanished for decades. Though to angels, decades felt like weeks, though to humans, one could die in decades. At least if one was mortal. Not to them. To Pan, Azrael and other immortals, decades felt like weeks, if not days, depending on one's age. It was curious though, to think of just how old Azrael could be, though she knew she wasn't too far behind. After her wings had vanished back to her body and her jacket was tightly and snugly tied around her torso, the woman eyed him intently, then shifted her gaze to their surroundings. She didn't immediately catch the scent of anyone around really. That was nice. A random civilian, but those she let be, unless they engaged her first. That was how she and Azrael usually preferred to go, in order not to draw too much attention to themselves. Inhaling slowly, Pandora grinned, "That seemed to help with your scent." she winked lightly, since they both knew easily that it would easily help mask his scent with her...unknown scent, if one at all. Fortunately. At least she didn't stink to high heaven, that was always something she had come to think about, then came the refugees who refused to wash themselves, and she could smell them a mile away.
Upon seeing his smile, made Pandora want to smile. Which she did. She didn't care. She was with Azrael, and as far as she was concerned, he was her number one focus right now. She'd protect him no matter what. Feeling the surge of protectiveness wash over her, the brunette then heard him respond, and grinned. It was nice, the calming effect Azrael left on her. It was refreshing - nice. Then his next group of words dawned on her, and she felt the same, weird emotion in her stomach again. She ignored it though, not wanting it to get in the way of logic right now. He had missed her. It was nice to hear him say that. Looking his way for a moment, the woman responded, "I'm sorry...that that happened to you."
[/color] she grinned ever so weakly, "But truly...I'm so thrilled you're back...here."[/color] she'd almost said, "with me" for goodness sake. Shaking that off, the woman calmed herself. It was just Azrael. Yes? She shot a glance his way, almost as if to blame him for her thoughts tumbling over each other like waves attempting to hit the piece of land first. The next moment - she would admit - caught her off-guard. Azrael pulled her close, with his arm around her shoulders, their bodies much closer, but Pandora...enjoyed it. Yes, she certainly did. Grinning softly to herself, the Invictus then perked when Azrael paused, but then responded to her inquiry about returning to Almighty, to serve him once more. Though his words rang true. He would have to be here till every last demon was vanquished from this earth. That, Pandora then decided, would be something she'd help at, "I'm sorry...but the world will not perish, not as long as I'm still not it, and especially not when you're still on it to go with it."[/color] She surprised herself with that, but it was true. Last thing she wanted was to survive and have Azrael be gone. No - that wasn't going to happen. Eyes narrowed slightly in determination, before she looked back to him, suddenly realizing her arm had gone around his waist, in an easy way to return what he'd done, "I'll be right here, as always, and fight with you, Az."[/color] She liked that little name he had. Though she rarely used it, she didn't want everyone to know that she called him that sometimes, like he called her Pan once in awhile. Glancing his way, the immortal then mused, "What do you say, want to get something to eat at my place? I found some interesting cans yesterday, refried beans...know what those are?"[/color] She'd only heard of them. Course, Pandora was attempting to steer the conversation away from the touchy subjects...at least for now. [/color][/blockquote][/blockquote][/size] * * * words;; 10+ xD
thoughts;; sorry it sucks towards the end. i might be able to reply before i'm gone till like 4 (EST) pm tomorrow. xD
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Post by azrael on Dec 13, 2010 22:30:29 GMT -6
Azrael watched the few civilians that could be seen as they passed, growing closer into the 'safer' parts of the town. They were ragged, and stunk, and dirty, but Azrael couldn't help but feel great pity for them. He could feel their fear, it was nearly tangible in the immediate area. They were so afraid, placed against forces that were much more powerful than they could ever begin to comprehend. The Soldiers had earned his respect and admiration simply for their bravery, however pointless it may be. While yes, a few Soldiers did manage to take down some demons with their weaponry, for the most part they were simply cannon fodder and were mowed down by the waves of demons. So afraid and so fragile.... it was no wonder the Almighty had given him the task of defending these people, for they had no defenses of their own.
"I am too..." He said warmly, wanting to steer the conversation away from his darker thoughts, but it was true. He was so incredibly happy to be back and with her once more. The thought made him pause... 'with her'.... why did that suddenly seem like such an odd term to his thought process? He could feel that familiar filling in his stomach once more and tried to brush it away once more but found it even more difficult to get rid of this time around. What the hell was happening to him? He felt her arm slip around his waist and reveled in the tingles that accompanied up and down the length of his spine. This was good.... this was almost perfect.
He listened to the first part of her small speech and could feel concern growing in his mind as she continued. He didn't like the way this was beginning to sound, and as she issued the words ..and fight with you, Az... Azrael stopped suddenly, turning towards her, his eyes filled with concern and worry. "No... you're not going to fight. If you fight, they'll find you... and I won't be able to protect you against the Archangels and the Validus at the same time. Let me do the fighting.... you just worry about staying safe..." He said, the alarm in his voice evident, though it was clear there was another reason for him not wanting her to fight, he didn't want to risk her getting hurt. It was a stupid thought, as she's much stronger than him, but the protective feelings he had wouldn't let him think otherwise.
He listened to her suggestion about going to her place and smiled at her words as they continued walking again. "I can't say that I do.... but apparently it sounds like they are beans that have been fried... and then fried again..." He spoke, a smile pulling its way onto his lips. This truly was a rare moment indeed.... Azrael... the Archangel of Death, was making a joke, albeit a cheesy one, it was a bona fide humorous statement. May Hell now freeze over.
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Post by dream on Dec 14, 2010 5:08:44 GMT -6
Humans, ones which had no powers, which had no way of protecting themselves except by grouping together, hoping for better strength in numbers, and their anti-angel and anti-demon weaponry. Most of the demons though were figuring out how to dodge these things now - regrettably, which was why angel fire seemed to still be one of the best ways to kill a demon. Though the humans couldn't do that. Her heart went out to the people here, and she felt this strange emotion she felt a lot. Her forehead wrinkled ever so slightly in confusion, attempting to figure out what it was. In all honesty, she didn't appreciate this emotion, but it had been one that her adopted parents had attempted to teach her, wasn't it, pity or something? Most likely. After all, if demons attacked now, she wouldn't be able to help the people out all that much, at least not without wanting to reveal herself to the horde, but only Azrael would be able to. Pursing her lips lightly at this thought, as if to shun it away, the brunette's attention snapped back to the Archangel on her side silently. Yes, it was decided, she felt so...small around him. He was over 6-foot, she figured, so why wasn't she taller? The demonic side of her heritage? Perhaps, though her mother had been demon, her father, the Archangel. Did Azrael know them? He had never alighted to the fact that he may, though her mother's letters revealed her father fought a lot, so he most likely had been killed by now. Her eyes fell to the ground as this thought crashed through the rest of them, causing havoc. No, she told herself. Enjoy the time with Azrael, stop worrying over stuff you could stop, but you'd reveal yourself. Blinking a few times, she then lifted her gaze once more, shoving the thoughts away. It was true, she didn't want to dampen her time with Azrael if she could help it.
Smiling briefly at Azrael's comment, Pandora glanced up to his eyes, before back to their surroundings, "Would you tell me...how you got out?" Brows raised slightly with a questioning look to her face, before the brunette then fell silent. Maybe she should just keep quiet and not say anything too horribly wrong. Last thing she wanted right now was to get Azrael worked up over something. Suddenly though, they stopped, and with her arm around him, forced her to suddenly stop as well. Catching herself quickly, Pandora opened her mouth to ask what was wrong, when Azrael began to speak. As his words entered the air, Pandora could feel, and see the concern in his voice and eyes, since he had locked his eyes onto hers, locking her in place. Her voice failed, as she could feel annoyance, but also understanding flow through her. But - she argued in her head - she could protect herself! It wasn't like she was just a Soldier or anything. She could probably take on Azrael, though he had much more experience than she did. Pandora opened her mouth to argue, but didn't really find a good, logical reason to argue with him. Once he was set, he was set. Inhaling slowly, she then spoke softly, "Then, if by some chance you need help...I'm just supposed to sit there and watch? Not that it would happen...but the slight chance..."
[/color] She just...worried. Glancing down to her boots and his shoes, Pandora could feel the demons from the south head towards the blood, and unfortunately - most likely - were catching onto Azrael's scent before she masked it with her own. Pandora's feet began to move again as Azrael did. The tension of that brief conversation was quickly dissipating into thin air above them and vanishing. Allowing it to roll off her shoulders in waves, the Invictus then shifted her pace, making sure it matched well with the Archangel's. Keen ears pricked up, and she couldn't help but raise both brows, in surprise and amusement at Azrael's comment. Shooting him a look, though a playful one nonetheless, Pandora responded, "Oh really? I had no idea."[/color] she grinned, allowing the sarcasm to slip into her voice. "Look at that, Azrael making a joke."[/color] she laughed lightly, hardly ever laughing, as she could imagine rarely anyone but the demons, devas and valius did. Pandora looked to Azrael silently, "I'd imagine so, though I was mainly curious if you knew what they tasted like, since they don't look like just regular beans."[/color] she grinned, unable to hide it now, before they began to head straight north, towards the building which Pandora had seen there were plenty of anti-demon sigils on the walls. Pausing, she gestured up, "I'm on the 12th floor, stairs are good up till the 10th, then I usually just fly or jump to get up the rest of the way, I don't trust elevators in there, or we can just fly up there, the windows on this side, opposite of my area, are busted."[/color] [/color][/blockquote][/blockquote][/size] * * * words;; 10+ xD
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Post by azrael on Dec 14, 2010 23:58:18 GMT -6
He grew quiet for a moments as he considered her question, trying to decide the best way to word it so that she would understand. "Well.... you know how it was my duty before to stop the demons that managed to escape...? Well since I was....imprisoned, there wasn't anyone to take my place." The other Archangels had tried to do their part, and to their credit they did what they could, but it had been a full time job for Azrael as it was. "So.. demons began to slowly increase in numbers, as I'm sure you've probably noticed, and then this..." He said, indicating to the decimated city around them, ""..happened. So... they had no more use for me and released me, don't ask me why the Beast didn't just kill me while I was weak and within his grasp....I'm still trying to figure that out..." He said simply.
He could see the rollercoaster of emotions that rolled through her mind, simply by the range of expressions of her face. He actually find it quite humorous but he kept it to himself, he knew what she was thinking, and honestly he probably was being a bit over-protective, but he didn't care. On one level she was too valuable to lose simply because of what she was, an Invictus, the rarest of breeds, what could possibly be either the salvation or decimation of Earth, depending on the variables. However on an entirely different level, and a far more important one in Azrael's mind, she was his friend, his only true friend, and he wasn't going to risk anything getting a chance to hurt her if he could help it, atleast until she had to, atleast until she was fully ready.
"I'm sorry... I just don't know what I would do if something happened to you..." He said, his voice trailing off as they approached the building. He was surprised by how much talking he'd been doing tonight, even though on the surface it didn't seem like much. Azrael was never a conversationalist, usually sticking to small sentences and one or two word answers, but when he was around Pan, it was a comfort that allowed him the chance to speak his mind easily, and he truly cherished that. He looked up to the twelfth floor as he listened to her words, considering their options. Without a word he looked towards her, a grin breaking out onto his lips.
Suddenly his wings burst forth from his shoulders, spreading out to their full length. It was obvious that they were once majestic and pearlescant-white, but now they were gray with years of charring and abuse, several feathers missing in many areas, however they were still very strong. He reached forward and took her within his arm, knowing it would probably shock her, but then she would realize why he was doing this. Her wings were far too attention-grabbing when seen in the skies, the golden shine they put off could be easily spotted by a close patrol of demons, or God help them an Invictus. Normally even an Archangel's wings would attract too much attention with their shining white hue, but Azraels were much darker from their damage and easily blended into the night.
Within a few seconds and with a few flaps of his massive wings, he lifted them upwards towards the twelfth floor of the building, and like he said, the glass on the outside was broken out and he floated the two of them into the building, setting her down. "Sorry...." He said in reference to the suddenly romantic-esque move he'd unintentionally pulled and just now realized. He suddenly felt nervous for some reason, and he wasn't sure why. This is Pan, Azrael.... you've known her hundreds of years, why is it that everything is so suddenly different now that you're back? .......because you missed her.
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Post by dream on Dec 15, 2010 5:16:32 GMT -6
So Azrael didn't know exactly, though Almighty probably had helped out in some way too. That she wouldn't doubt. The Archangel of Death imprisoned for decades? Yeah, she could see that going over real well. Rolling her different-hued eyes, the woman fell silent, allowing, letting Azrael talk as much as he wished. Arching an eyebrow his direction at his words. If he had been killed down there, Pandora didn't know what she'd do - most likely demand to speak to the Devil himself, or just kill every demons and Validus she saw. She could do that. Hands coiled into fists silently, and she spoke, her mouth taut, "I've noticed...I move every month now...and I've been..." she paused, giving him a silent look, as if to say, "forgive me" then spoke, "I...I've fought a few times, though only like if I were a human."
[/color] she glanced towards Azrael nervously, almost, though the emotion, which she guessed what it was, soon faded. Her brows furrowed together in thought. It was quite weird to think that. Lucifer had Azrael in his grasp, why hadn't he killed him? Did he want something else? Was he waiting for something? Eyes narrowed slightly, before Pandora shifted her attention from the ground and to the Archangel by her, and spoke, "I'm particularly glad he didn't."[/color] her voice short, though betraying no emotion, which was just pure rage at that thought. Why did they keep him prisoner? Extract information from him? Worry crawled up her spine before she could stop it, though the Invictus quickly just pushed it aside, not wanting to worry about it now. Then a thought crossed her mind. Smirking coyly, Pandora inquired, "Maybe we could...practice sometime?"[/color] They had done it before, where they'd go out of town and into the desert or something for awhile and spar. Or just practice, so that she could get more experience under her belt. Though this time, she knew how to incorporate her telekinesis and her other powers in with her fighting. Even if she only could really unleash her powers when practicing with Azrael, that'd be okay, as long as she got to scratch the itch within her once in awhile. That made her thoughts drift back to her past, when her parents had been frightened of her growth, how when she was 5, she looked like she was 10, and had the brain of an adult already. Pandora remembered the Nephilim and Deva, who made it work, could a Validus and Archangel work? She, and any other Invictus were proof of that. Wrinkling her nose, she pondered though. Did anyone know what they did when they conceived a child with another species, especially polar opposites? Shaking her head at herself, she withdrew from her thoughts, just wanting to get back to the conversation fully. Personally, Pandora enjoyed this, even if she didn't feel completely normal, she felt...happy. The suddenness of Azrael's comment surprised her, but she didn't allow that look to cross her features. A gentle, reassuring hand brushed his arm gently and she spoke, her voice light, "I'm sturdy...I've been around for plenty of decades, hiding...I'll be fine."[/color] she grinned weakly, wanting to ease his worry. "If you must worry...just...don't worry too much, okay? And don't apologize, Az, there's no need to."[/color] Looking up towards where she knew her area was - it was three apartments, with walls that had collapsed between them, and she'd changed it up to suit her style, and give her room. One area was even for training, boxing a bag and such as well. Pandora turned, seeing Azrael's grin. She raised both brows, silently demanding what he was thinking, when his wings burst from his back. No matter how many times she saw them, she'd never get used to seeing them quite like that - but now - now they had been hurt. They were darker, and not the pearly sheen they had been before. Damn the demons who had hurt him, she swore to herself then, she'd make them pay for damaging not only Azrael's wings, but just him in general. Pandora was about to unhinge her own wings, but he suddenly wrapped his arms around her. The Invictus inhaled in surprise silently, before she realized what was happening, and her arms immediately coiled around his neck. Not that she didn't trust him, but - it was weird - she hated being up high and not on her own accord, at least like this, without her wings out for extra support just in case. She did trust him not to drop her of course. Pandora looked around silently, eyes landing on Azrael for a moment, before they scanned over the city, and she gulped upon spotting the demons that had been at the bar, where frantically searching around for Azrael's scent. Pausing, she glanced to the anti-demon sigils she'd placed all over her building, at the entrance, as well as her ceilings, side walls, and floor as well. Just to be sure. Pandora's feet touched the familiar floor of her loft, so to speak, and she shot him a look, rapidly placed a blanket painted with anti-demon sigil on it over the window, just to be extra safe, and to help cover Azrael's scent, she just hoped if they caught his scent, they wouldn't catch the faintness of hers...if they did at all. "Don't say sorry, I get it."[/color] she reassured him, before grabbing his hand and leading him down the hall to the doors painted with sigils on them. Though no anti-angel ones, mainly because she knew she could handle them - hopefully. Upon them entering, Pandora headed to the area with her bed in it, and dumped her jacket on the bed, revealing her fitted black top underneath it. Returning near Azrael, plopping down on a couch, she mused, "Do you want anything? A drink, perhaps? I have all types, my little surplus."[/color] she grinned, jumping up and heading to the kitchen, taking out her ponytail and letting her straightened hair fall past her shoulders, eying the Archangel lightly, then frowned lightly, noticing his body language, "You all right, Azrael?"[/color] [/color][/blockquote][/blockquote][/size] * * * words;; 10+ xD thoughts;; unfinished, obviously outfit;; click! xD |
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Post by azrael on Dec 15, 2010 19:22:45 GMT -6
He wasn't surprised that she'd been forced to fight while he'd been gone, it was inevitable. He was glad that she'd been smart about it and tried to maintain the disguise of her true identity while defending herself. It only further confirmed a thought that had been toying with his thoughts the entire time since he'd been reunited with her, that she didn't necessarily need his protection anymore, which lead into an even more troubling thought, did that mean she didn't need him anymore? Maybe it was in reality he that needed her... "Thanks..." He said with a light smile in regards to her statement about him not being killed.
Azrael knew there was some sinister intention behind the Dark One's actions, true there would be repercussions if he had been killed, but it wasn't like Lucifer hadn't killed an Archangel before, he'd be more than willing to suffer the consequences to do it again. Which lead to another question that had been plaguing his thoughts, what did Lucifer have in store for the future that revolved around Azrael living? He knew the answer, but he didn't want to accept it. The Validus had tried to squirm every piece of information in his head out, but had somehow missed anything having to do with Pan. Azrael wondered if Lucifer had somehow figured out his connection to the Invictus, he shook the thoughts away from his mind. They were safe for now, that was all that mattered.
He shook his head at the question, "No thank you, I'm alright..." Being an Archangel, he didn't need food or beverage for survival, it was simply something that was an occasionally delicacy that could be enjoyed for no other reason than for the flavors and the experience of eating or drinking something. He listened to her next question and realized he must have been projecting his thoughts through his body language and he waved it off, forcing a smile onto his features, "Yeah I'm fine, I must just be tired..." He said, knowing it was a weak excuse, but it was partially truthful.
He'd been fighting for days on end, moving from one hostile area to another, never taking a break or stopping to nurse his wounds. It was nice to be somewhere relatively safe, and to be able to relax, even though he found it slightly unsettling, still expecting to be attacked from every dark corner or hallway. He lifted his eyes to her, studying her for a few moments, a sudden thought coming to his mind, "Why does it feel different now...? Than it did before..." He asked, in reference to the emotional tension in the air that was almost tangible.
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Post by dream on Dec 15, 2010 19:48:42 GMT -6
At the Archangel's smile, the Invictus smiled softly back in a silent response. Pandora nodded to his response, and answered softly, drawing her legs up, wrapping her arms around her legs silently, eyes watching the Archangel with curiosity, as if she had seen him for the first time and didn't know what to think about it. "Well, what kind of person would I be if I didn't worry about..." her voice trailed off rather quickly. About someone I cared about rolled into her mind, but it never escaped her lips. Should she have said that? It most likely wouldn't help the tension in the room. She sighed softly, as her eyes looked towards the sparsity of food she had within the loft. It wasn't much, if any at all sometimes, since fortunately, she didn't seem to need to eat to survive. Only to enjoy the feeling of feeling somewhat human. Inspecting the food from her seat on the couch she had, one of the few pieces of furniture in this area, she patted the area next to her, then jumped up, offering him the pillow she'd been leaning against too. Azrael turned down something to eat or drink, and Pan nodded solemnly, before approaching the Archangel slowly, letting him speak more about being tired. Eyes changed slightly, telling him that she knew there was something more, but she didn't say anything. Pushing him on his chest with her hands, she pushed him towards the couch, "Well then, if you're tired, I want you to rest, Azrael."
[/color] she raised both of her brows, daring him to refuse the offer. "At least do it for me, I won't be going anywhere for awhile as it is."[/color] It was true. The demons that had been close to the bar after Azrael slaughtered their friends were scouring the area for them. Unfortunately they may catch onto the Archangel's scent soon, she'd need to go out and walk around for a few, allowing her "no scent" to mask his to keep him safe. She wouldn't say that though. Pointing towards the couch to drive her point home, Pandora walked away from Azrael for a moment, bringing back a blanket from the other room, though one of the corners appeared to have been caught on something - it looked to be in very good shape, considering the world she had found it in. Plopping down onto the arm of the couch, she then glanced around the room to the windows, they had been covered with some random things, though with the lights she had installed, she then dulled them slightly, allowing it so that they could see shadows outside, but not inside, especially since it was still mostly daytime outside. Rolling her shoulders slightly, she mused, "Keep your wings out if you'd like, plenty of room here."[/color] Pan flashed a grin, as then, without a ripping noise because her shirt was cut lower in the back like in the front, her massive wings appeared. They appeared as they had when they first did centuries ago. The golden sheen hadn't faded from them at all, and the golden feathers glistened softly in the dull light. Unhinging them fully, allowing comfort and blood to flow through them, she sighed in relief, it felt nice to have them stretch and relax, like waking up and needing a good stretch before starting the day. Though at his question of why it felt different, Pan's eyes softened immensely. Why? To be honest, she had been trying her best to ignore it. Falling silent, the Invictus looked to the Archangel silently, before a slight shrug moved her left shoulder, and she replied, her wings folding in neatly against her back as she turned to face him fully, locking her eyes onto his lighter ones, her green and brown eye burned bright, "Why do you think?"[/color] She was curious to know what he thought too. For her, she figured it was because of the time apart. Pausing, she mused, "Maybe...we just haven't..acknowledged how much we really missed each other..."[/color] She looked down at that comment, lifting her gaze to meet his curiously, waiting for his response. She kept her hands at her sides, though she could feel the nerves pouring into her stomach and out her feet it seemed like. Refusing to let the array of emotions erupt, Pandora added after a split second so she wouldn't cut Azrael off, "I...I'm not really...positive if I know the...exact reason why."[/color] she confessed. In reality, she had a feeling. The knot in her stomach was back with the close proximity the two had again. Not that she didn't enjoy it, but the knot was beginning to become bothersome. She'd felt it once before, but was it the same emotion again? [/color][/blockquote][/blockquote][/size] * * * words;; 10+ xD thoughts;; done! outfit;; click! xD |
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Post by azrael on Dec 19, 2010 23:46:11 GMT -6
He didn't even try and protest as she told him that she wanted him to rest and pushed him gently towards the couch behind him. He knew that he shouldn't be here, he shouldn't be wasting time like this. There was still an army of demons decimating the world around them, he couldn't afford the luxury of rest. However he knew by the look in her eyes that she wasn't going to take 'no' for an answer. It almost made him smile, the way his own stubbornness seemed to be rubbing off on her. As she walked away he slowly lowered himself onto the couch, suddenly feeling every sore muscle and freshly-healed wound in his body. It took him a few moments to push the pain away, but he finally did seconds before Pandora walked back into the room with what appeared to be a blanket.
He knew why his body hurt so much suddenly, it was the way he'd been designed. During battle, or combat situations, his body chemistry shifts and his pain threshold is much higher, as well as his stamina, however the moment he rests it comes flooding back to him, paying him back whatever damage he may have took, or in this case, the extreme fatigue to his body caused by the days of literally non-stop fighting. He knew all of that, but he didn't know why his heart-rate seemed to be climbing as he watched her approach and take a seat on the couch as well. He listened as she spoke once more, and then he was gifted with the sight of her magnificent golden wings displayed before him. They never ceased to take his breath away with their beauty, he almost felt ashamed to release his in comparison.
With the soft-swoosh of feathers against air, his wings seemed to erupt from his back-side, spreading out to their full length before lowering slightly to rest. They seemed to be even more tattered and worn, simply in contrast to the perfect set next to him. It felt good to rest them, keeping them contained wasn't necessarily painful, but they tend to lose circulation easily when enclosed and become very uncomfortable after awhile.
He watched as she thought about his question, knowing that the same thoughts were probably going through both of their minds. "Possibly..." He said in response to her theories, his voice comforting, however not revealing anything else about what was happening in his mind. His icy blue eyes, normally cold and menacing, were now soft and compassionate, it was a rare sight to see the Archangel of Death in such a humane manner. He had an idea what it was, and so far had been trying to ignore the possibility, simply because of the complications that seemed to follow the emotion. Archangels were made to be compassionate, to care for others true.....but this? This... is something entirely different.
"Maybe it's love....." He said, his tone simple, as if diagnosing some minor illness like a common cold, though internally he could feel his stomach churning, the knot twisting with a fiery passion. Do I love you Pandora...? He thought to himself as he watched her, wondering what her response might be.
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Post by dream on Dec 20, 2010 6:34:26 GMT -6
The Invictus' eyes narrowed ever so slightly towards the Archangel, as if testing him. She knew most of the time he'd put up a fight, but she was thankful he hadn't this time, she didn't have to force him to lie down and rest at least. With the blanket, she unfolded it slightly, sitting down on the arm of the couch, herself placed near Azrael, instead of on the opposite end. It was weird, as she sat there, one leg with one foot on the ground, the other was up on the arm with her, resting with her body. She handed him the blanket, just in case he wanted it, since the pillows on the couch could serve as pillows as well. She knew, she'd fallen asleep out here before. Giving Azrael a soft smile, Pandora stretched her back slightly, causing her wings to react. They unfolded themselves neatly, bumping into the wings of Azrael - partially on purpose. It felt weird, the feather to feather contact. Granted she couldn't feel every feather, but there were still plenty of nerves in her wings, and she'd rarely ever touched someone else's wings with her own. At least not someone like Azrael. That probably had a big thing to do with it. Seeing the expression on his features, the Invictus then got off the couch arm and approached the Archangel. She placed a hand calmly on his chest, and mused, "I can heal your bruises and such, but I can't give you energy, so you'll need to rest still, but without pain." Her eyes narrowed slightly, as her wings tensed, showing her concentration. With her hand on his chest, her sense searched for every damaged part on his body, internally or externally. Fortunately Archangel's healed very fast, but he was sore, that she was sure she could at least dull the pain.
Opening her eyes after a moment, having felt the power flow from her hand to him, she knew it should be working. Looking to him silently she inquired softly, feeling like a child when she asked this, "Better?"
[/color] Sitting back near the couch, Pan's eyes followed his movements carefully, as she tucked her wings in neatly against her back. Hesitating, she heard his one-worded answer. That was the Azrael she knew. The one who would speak only a few words, though most of the time they were worth it, not one of those types of people, or beings who answered and gave crap back. She snorted slightly at that thought. Ridiculous she thought, she liked to answer and give people a message back, why lie? It only led to problems. Well, she took that back, lying protected her. Protected Azrael too, since he needed to sleep, or rest at least, or as some say, take it easy for awhile. That she would make sure she would do. Realizing her thoughts were going pretty crazy, the brunette's attention snapped at the shifting the Archangel, as if expecting him to do something. When he just shifted on the couch, her lungs imploded silently, and she then expanded them, taking in another breath, calming her erratic heart-pace. Hell, Azrael could probably hear the bloody thing. Suddenly, he spoke again. In some way, she wished he hadn't. But the thousands of other ways, was thrilled he had. Then why the hell did one little part not want him to? Oh, it was her logical, angelic side with no emotions whatsoever. That wouldn't happen. Stamping that out, she thought to herself, It's like what I felt before...but is it the same? Cautiously, the Invictus stood up from her perched position on the couch near Azrael, and remained there for a few moments. Lifting her eyes to meet his, she responded, "It would make sense...."[/color] Wait, what? What was she saying? Panicking, she looked to Azrael, as if asking him to stop her from talking. She could feel the word vomit wanting to escape. Holding it back, Pandora suddenly found herself in front of Azrael, having wanted to close the space between them immensely. There. She wasn't as far. Though if she thought about it, it did explain everything. Frowning slightly in thought, the look rapidly vanished as her hand then placed it on Azrael's hand, feeling a spark travel between them at just this touch. Looking to the Archangel, Pandora spoke softly, "I think you're right."[/color] No, she was pretty darn sure he was right, but she'd never been all that good with the emotional side. Mainly because the love one was always the hardest. But it was there. She knew it was. I do... the thought jumped across her mind, before Pandora could do something horribly stupid, she looked down to their hands, then back up to Azrael, feeling his piercing blue eyes as if they were about to drill a hole in her head. Holding back herself from rambling, Pandora whispered, "No...Azrael..."[/color] her face looking down to the floor, "You're right."[/color] [/color][/blockquote][/blockquote][/size] * * * words;; 10+ xD thoughts;; sorry it's crap. -.- i hope you can work with it. <3 outfit;; click! xD |
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