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Post by michael on Dec 18, 2010 3:27:42 GMT -6
   - - - - - - - - - - - -The breeze was cold against his exposed chest, making the sweat that slide down his frame cool which in turn sent goosebumps across his tattooed skin. Silently, his pure white wings twitched, making the muscles in his back respond with their own twitching. He breathed in and was horrifed. The last time he had been down to this world the air had smelled of all the nature, smelling of leaves and dirt, smelling of the rocks and water and the animals that in habiated the world at that time. Now the scent made his stomach turn itself in knots. It assualted all of his senses, the sticky rotten stench that dominated his nostrils classifiable as only one thing. Death. That thought was the first thing that popped in the archangels mind as he arrived on Earth.
Opening his icy blue eyes, his stare landed on the new world around him. This was his first time looking at this planet from a humans eyes and the changes he saw made his teeth grind and his eyes threaten to tear up. The tallest buildings of this city were crumbling, testaments to mankinds challenges were no longer important or inspiring and all the things that made Earth wonderful, were gone. This world was filled with destruction. This was wrong. The humans didn't deserve this. His Father had created them to love and create, the way he did and now they were driven to hate and fear. They deserved more and he had failed to help them in their time of need. Well he was here now, and things were going to change.
Arriving as all angels did on Earth, completely naked, armed with only his wings and the anti demon gun he brough, the Archangel Michael rose from the crouch that he had landed in. Holding his gun at his side, his wings tucked in around him, wrapping around his muscled frame like a cloak to protect his dignity from prying eyes. Quickly, yet seeming as if he was in no hurry, Michael hurried to the street from the alleyway he landed in, the abandoned cars and rubish in the streets making his fist clench tighter around his gun. Luckily he had landed right next to a abandoned clothing store so he wouldn't have to walk around indecent for long. Knowing that he would be forgiven, Michael walked through the door and grabbed the first things he saw. Pulling on the pants, he tucked his gun in the back and started to put on the shirt. As the fabric passed his head, his wings disappeared into his back and come out again a quick shudder ran though him. Exiting the store, Michael adjusted the outer shirt around his shoulder and stopped, feeling as though he was being watched. He glanced around and started to continue on his way.
Lifting himself into the air, Michael glided down the street, his eyes locked on the spire of a church as his destination. He had always been drawn to the places of worship of mankind so it seemed like a good a place as any to start his journey. Landing down a block away from the aptely named Our Angels Church, he let his wings disappeared into his back, and he shuddered. The angels shouldn't have to hide who they were, expecally the archangels who were symbols of hope, but sometimes the humans reacted to them just as they did to demons And the last thing he wanted to do was have humans fear him. Walking towards the Church, his bare feet slapping the ground, he stopped as soon as he was in view of the Church's steps. Someone was watching him, whether from the church, or from the street he couldn't tell. Easily Michael stood with his hands at his sides and waited for whoever was watching him to greet him, wether they were friend or foe. [/blockquote] - - - - - - - - - - - - TAG anyone!
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Post by dream4 on Dec 18, 2010 10:59:24 GMT -6
  It had been a full day since they'd been out and about in the city. She wasn't alone, and hardly ever was. The Golden Retriever whined happily when she realized what they were doing - in a pet store. Soft clicks of heels could be heard faintly, as the blonde wandered along the deserted aisles. The hard floor beneath her feet and her companion's paws was littered with some random items, but otherwise this store was mostly left as it had been. Granted all the cages and such were empty, but that was of not very much concern to the two of them. A small squeak could be heard by both their keen ears, and two pairs of eyes landed on a mouse that had poked its head out of a wall hole to check to see what was going on, what the noise was. Throwing a small grin towards it, the young woman spoke, running a hand through her blond hair, "Don't worry, we won't hurt you." [/color] she reassured the little creature, before hitting the area where the dog collars were located. Crouching down, and running a hand lightly along the Retriever's head, she spoke, "Which color do you like the best, Rain?"[/color] she unsnapped the old collar off her dog, not wanting to worry about it getting snagged on anything. Once in awhile they had to get a new collar, just to help make sure if she needed to, she could grab onto it to keep her held back. The dog nipped lightly at a sky-blue collar, whining happily. Plucking it off the shelves, the woman then proceeded to easily rip off the packaging with angelic strength, and placed it around the dog's neck. The dog whined happily, and licked her friend's hand in a thanks. Their brief bonding moment was interrupted as they headed out, with more cans of dog food in the backpack she took with her once in awhile. A sound of - wings interrupted their thoughts. Rain's ears perked forwards, and the girl's own double-pierced ears perked up as well. Who was out there? Exiting the building silently, they headed down another pair of stores, before her eyes landed on a male, a naked male entering a store. Dropping immediately down behind an up-turned table, she dragged the dog with her. "Ssshh...Rain."[/color] Paranoid eyes peeked over the table top after a few minutes, just to see the guy getting out of the store - without any shoes on still. She shook her head. Men and how they were when it came to such things. But a more pressing question bothered her. Why the hell had he been naked? He was an angel of some sorts, due to the wings, but what exactly? Was he like her? Excitement coursed through her mind and system at this idea, before then looking up over it as he continued on ward towards the Church where she was currently residing too - till she found a place outside of it. Not like she was looking that hard. This place provided safety, and that was what was at the top of her worrisome list. Green eyes looked to her dog, who always had a thing for supernaturals - a part of the reason why she always loved bringing her with her, she helped her keep track of supernaturals. Just what was he though? Scowling at this thought, she jumped and groaned when Rain then decided to leave the barrier, and bound up to the man whose wings had since disappeared. Her head hung for a moment, as she slowly stood up, her hand calmly landing on her stomach. A habit she'd picked up since she had been late two months ago. She refused to think that. Refused to think she could be bringing another life into this. The worst part, it would be mostly angel. This she didn't know until the baby sprouted wings - hell - she didn't even know what she was. Closing her eyes, she prayed to who-ever may be listening, I want to have children, but not now, not with the war going on. Then, she called out, as Rain neared the man, nudging his hand happily, her tail wagging back and forth, obviously trusting him immediately, something that only happened with...angels. "Rain! Get back here!"[/color] her voice called out, her honey-sweet voice, before the angel appeared, closing up her jacket to keep the cold off her body, and approaching the stone stairs of the church, green eyes locked onto the man in front of her. Tilting her head slightly, she apologized, as Rain whined happily, "I'm sorry about her..."[/color] her eyes fell to his shoe-less feet, and her motherly instincts took over. "Would you like some shoes? I have some that aren't my size, look to be your size though."[/color] She brushed back her hair, automatically feeling like she could trust this man. What-ever or who ever he was. The girl offered her hand in a shake, boots quiet on the stairs as she remained still, "I'm Sarah, this is Rain...umm..."[/color] she paused, "Are you...all right?"[/color] i believe i told some lies / tagged. im holding onto all i had / 200+ <3. i believe in butterflies / done. go to hell some other day / coming soon. saying sorry for when i was bad / idk how it is, but yeah. :3. trust me itll be ok REAL SLIM SHADY !? [/color]@ caution 2.0. [/blockquote][/size] [/center] |
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Post by michael on Dec 18, 2010 19:43:05 GMT -6
- - - - - - - - - - - -The air was chill against his skin. It was apart, just by looking at the clouds, that this world was in peril. Though this particular city was place in the desert, the sky seemed to threaten with either snow or rain. It was strange to be looking up at the clouds instead of down through them. Though he was naked, Michael's figure wasn't diminished at all. If anything it only enhanced the imposing figure that he was and represented. It wasn't the fact that his human body was pleasing to the eyes, but the way he held himself as if he were just as comfortable in his own skin as he was in full scale battle armor as he had been the last time he had come down to Earth. Even though he wasn't the tallest of angels, standing at only 6'2 in his human form, Michael's body spoke for itself. Though of course, no human form could come anywhere near his actualy form, the one only angels had been able to see, this one was acceptable. As he passed by a glass window, the archangel caught sight of his own reflection and nodded to himself. Peircing blue eyes stared out of a face that could easily hold anger as well as compassion in perfect balance. Quietly, Michael ran his hands over his chest, feeling the skin meet his fingers. Intract designs, recognizable as angelic symbols covered his shoulders and ran across his chest and back. As far as he knew, he was the only archangel to mark his form so. If he use his wings to identify himself all the time, then he would have a permannent mark on his skin.
As he passed through the shattered doorframe of the clothering store, the broken glass cutting into his feet, his wings stretched out a tiny bit. Walking through a few isles, his cold blue eyes seemed to sadly laugh. Clothing had changed drastically from his last time on Earth, to the point where Michael would have feared more for humanity than he was. Gone was the thick, heavy armor and chainmail that could do just as much damage as it did protecting. Not that the archangels needed protection from anything other than Swords of Shadow. Though the armor had been good for deflecting hand held weapons, it was a death trap for anyone would had to wade through water. Many of mankinds creation were like that. Cabaple of protection and destruction. But in this time, the clothes were... satisfactory to the archangels wishes. The black jeans that were known has skinnies hugged his muscled legs a little more than he would have liked, but the loose white wifebeater and blue pull over shirt would do. The wifebeater was a little to big, so as Michael left the store and started to fly, the wind pushed and pulled it into different directions so that, when he landed it was already stretched to the point where the angelic symbols on his upper chest were visible.
Normally whenever he had looked down on this city, this area was always filled with organized chaos, the sounds of the city seeming to have converged on this one single spot. Cars had always been driving by, and pedestrians had covered the sidewalks like ants at a picnic. Now it was completely barren, the only things moving where the rumpled peices of trash that scattered away from the wind of his wings. As his wings disappered, Michael's fist tightened tiill the blood drained from it, leaving it white, and his eyes flashed blue fire. By his hope of rebirth and salvation he would see that the human race would crowd these streets again. As he walked towards Our Angels Church, the archangel cast his mental ears out to listen for anyone or anything that was around him. Though he had no problem with fighting and violence, he wanted to avoid it if he could and listening to the thoughts of others nearby him would be the best possible chance of that. he could pick up hundreds of thought coming from the Church, but that wasn't what interested him. One thought ran out clear in his mind and Michael couldn't help but feel sympathy and compassion for the woman. I want to have children, but not now, not with the war going on. She wasn't that far from where he was right now, and he suddenly knew that she was the one that had been watching him.
As he stood there, listening to his thoughts, he was interuppted by the sound of paws hitting the pavenment. Turning, a small smile lite his face as a golden retriever hurried up to him, it's tail wagging to the point where it's body shock. Bending down onto one knee, Michael whispered softly to the dog in the native tounge of angels, which words couldn't form properly on this human tounge, and rubbed the dogs shoulders and behind it's ears. As he was doing this, he listened for his stalked to approach after she had called for her dog and stood when she come near him. When she aplogized for the god, Michael shook his head and waved the comment off. This blonde woman was the owner of the thought that he had picked up earlier and as the wind blew her scent to him, Michael's eyes widened every so slightly, which would be like any other man yelling in shock. A nephilim?! And a pregnant one by that. How interesting. Questions lept to his mind as these thoughts. How far along was she? Did she know who the father was? Did she know what she was? Consern for this woman and her child filled Michaels chest and filled with his own consern, but suprised by hers at his lack of shoes. The cuts on the bottom of his feet had already helled, but he knew that if he wanted to fit in with the humans around her, he would have to adopt all of their clothing, including shoes. When Michael spoke, his voice was soft and melodic and yet had a strong intense undercurrent to it, like rumbling thunder on the plains, or a avalanche in the winter. "If you have no other purpose for them, then I will accept them." His statement had no tone of demanding to it, but a soft acceptance of her offer. The last thing he wanted to do was be rude. As she introducted herself and the dog, Michael 's hand dropped down to pet the dogs golden coat. I am called Michael" He didn't say he was the Michael, so he didn't expect her to recognize him as the archangel. Maybe he was a fraid that he would be nothing like the humans expected him to be, so he cwould leave out that fact for now. Her question touched him, and Michael nodded and smiled softly at her. "I am fine Sarah. Luckily I have not encounted any demons yet.... But you knew that, did you not?" His question had a bit of a laugh to it, and the tone suggested that he was a father who had figured out that their child had done something they were not supposed to. How would she react to him telling her that he knew that she had been syping on him? It didn't matter. Michael would break bigger new to her yet.
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Post by dream4 on Dec 18, 2010 22:44:29 GMT -6
Sarah's attention wavered between Rain and this newcomer. This man. Just what was he? She looked up to his face quietly, she felt like he had seen so much, but yet he didn't look to be easily - any older than 35 or so. So what? Based on by the wings though, she figured he was immortal. Would she be immortal too? Thoughts and questions plagued her mind, and she could hear Rain's thoughts softly jumble over each other, Friend to play with Sarah. Make Sarah happy. Sarah grinned down to the loyal creature, whose body was shaking slightly due to her tail wagging back and forth as strong as could be. Adjust the bag with the dog food cans inside of it, she refused to let this go. She didn't want her dog going hungry, and this helped keep her from starving and begging at the table too. Well - when Sarah actually ate. Her worries on her dog vanished the moment her vision narrowed in on the markings on the guy's upper chest. Were they tattoos? A hand reached up to them silently, though she quickly drew back. Who knew, he could just be there to hurt her. A pang went through her when she suddenly thought of her adopted mother. Why hadn't she wanted her anymore? Even if she had wings, she had still been the same Sarah just with a little something extra. The little something extra she had soon learned to hide. Then why didn't she want me? She tossed me aside! Her thoughts slammed into her skull, but the nephilim refused to let her imagination go wild - not right now. The last thing she wanted to do was burden this guy - this angel or what-ever he was. If he was what she was figuring he was, she had so many questions to ask him. Did he know her father, an Archangel, right? That's what the higher beings in heaven were called, right? Well, besides Almighty, but the next ones down...
She frowned softly at this thought. It was puzzling needless to say. How unfortunate she never figured anything out. Patting Rain's head, she grinned down at the dog as the animal then licked the man's hand lightly, in an attempt to get the salt off her hands, which she knew Rain did a lot with the humans around here. The humans she felt bad for lying to, saying she was only a human. Well - she was half-human at least. That much she wanted, just a place to stay till she found her own place. Brows knitted together, what would they do when they figured out she was pregnant? And not with a human, but by an angel. Would they get rid of her just like her mother had done? A quick prayer escaped her thoughts before she could contain it, and a look fell on her features, wondering since he had wings like her, if he could read minds like she could, she blushed heavily, "Umm...can you...read minds?" [/color] She felt like she'd die from embarrassment if he could. Had he been listening to her ranting and raving in her head? If he had, she'd need to apologize. No one really deserved to listen to her worry a lot. Especially about when the baby would be coming in about 7 months or so. Course, Sarah's mind started to work on over-time the moment the guy opened his mouth. His voice was - soothing, it sent a calming sensation over her frazzled nerves. Inhaling slowly, she suddenly caught a strong, icy scent from him. How weird. Putting that in the back of her mind, she nodded once, "Of course, even if I may need them sometime, I'm not letting you wander around without shoes."[/color] Her motherly voice came out. Mentally locating the shoes in her room which she had by herself, though she did share a bathroom and showed with four other people, it still didn't matter, they were all girls between the ages of 20 to about 38 or so. Upon hearing his name, Sarah quickly placed the name with the face, and a smile appeared on her soft pink lips, "It's a pleasure to meet you, Michael."[/color] Oblivious to the wonders of the Heavenly world, she wouldn't recognize his name. Her parents had lagged in educating her, especially because they themselves didn't even know what she was. Keeping those thoughts away, Sarah's eyes widened slightly at his next comment. A blush crept along the 19-year-old's neck and cheeks. It felt like she was 7 again and being caught creeping in on her father who may have been working late, and she woke up due to a bad dream - which she now knows are visions of the future and such. Her father would usually hear her, then call out softly to her, calling him to her, where she'd soon fall asleep on him again, and then he'd carry her back to bed. Sarah responded, tucking a stand of hair behind her ear, "I...I'm sorry. I just.."[/color] she paused, finding the right words, "Didn't know...."[/color] Her voice failed her. Oh well. She'd never spoken to her father, she'd just go to him, but with Michael, it felt like her father all over again. Not that she minded, she enjoyed it, and was even almost tempted to hug him. Then, a question that was threatening to burst, exploded from her mouth before she could stop it from exploding, "What..what are you...exactly? Are you like me?"[/color] She could hear the curiosity on her words. Practically see it dangling off of them as they entered the atmosphere. Without thinking, she nodded to Rain, who took off up the rest of the stairs, and Sarah grabbed Michael's arm, feeling her angelic strength kick in, helping to coax him up and into the Church. "C'mon, let's get you the shoes, don't want your feet getting uncomfortable."[/color] she threw back a reassuring grin, as her maternal instincts kicked in. This she'd blame the hormones on. Inhaling slowly, she smiled in a polite greeting to a young couple that lived down the corridor from her, who had a two-year-old girl named Victoria, who adored Sarah, and as the baby noticed Michael, the child squealed, obviously quite thrilled. For what-ever reason. Rain lead them along, and Sarah soon came up to a wooden door, which she heaved open, revealing her room. With the bed in the corner, a mirror and a small sink, with a closet nearby, it wasn't very big, but she survived, plus it had a nice window in it, which by now, was boarded over with wooden boards, ones which she'd painted anti-demon sigils on to keep demons from sneaking in. Checking her door, only anti-demon sigils on it, she bent down underneath her bed, and produced a pair of men's shoes, ones that seemed they'd fit Michael. Holding them up as she then turned on a light, she hovered near the small desk with a chair at it, gesturing, "Go ahead..put them on."[/color] Rain curled up on her dog bed at the foot of Sarah's bed, though her head remained cocked up, attention locked onto the two of them. "Have you...been here before?"[/color] By that, she meant Earth. Who knew, he could have been here when the Constitution was written. Wide-eyed at this thought, Sarah was curious, just how much did this guy know? What would he be willing to tell her? i believe i told some lies / michael. im holding onto all i had / 200+ <3. i believe in butterflies / done. go to hell some other day / coming soon. saying sorry for when i was bad / oh i know! i love them too! ^-^ <33. trust me itll be ok REAL SLIM SHADY !? [/color]@ caution 2.0. [/blockquote][/size] [/center] |
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Post by michael on Dec 19, 2010 6:28:22 GMT -6
- - - - - - - - - - - - It was strange to be back in a human body, even if he had chosen this form for himself a long time ago. He felt smaller than he should have been, like too much jam squished in a jar and parts of himself were trying to escape. It was almost confining to him, but at the same time comforting. It had felt the same way the first time he had donned this particualr form. Michael was partial to the face for some reason and so he hadn't changed it, of course, it looked a lot different underneath a Roman helm. But he was a little taller than the last time. Michael had been in Heaven for so long, so used to the angelic form that was his true nature, that he had forgotten the simplistic functions of the human image. Though it was simple, it was beauty and in it's own way, it humbled the Archangel. Here were the creatures, who had barely grasped a sliver of the ability they held within themselves, tiny frail beings who had captured his Fathers love and through him, Michaels own. They had survived, and thrived were other creatures faded and died throughout the ages. Truly amazing beings. A slight breeze slid over the hair on his arms, and he watched as the hairs stood up, sending goosebumps up and across his body. The skin was an amazing invention just by itself let alone the beauty that was the nervous system of the homo sapien mind. Even though he had been around for what was probably a millenium, Michael was still baffeled by the fact that the body was able to create everything that it needed to survive, without orders from the brain. Ever single cell that made it up just knew what to do, and when to do it.
Michael wished he had that knowledge. Looking at the Church infront of him, he realised that he had no idea how to start repairing the damage that the demons were reaping. This wasn't a broken art project to be repaired with a hasty dolop of glue and left alone. It was a open festering wound that needed to be healed, and if it couldn't be healed, amputated. Then years of recovery and thearpy to deal with either the healing process or the loss. Michael just needed to decide which procedure he had to preform and then figure out the best way to carry it out. If things had regressed to the point were the humans could no longer defend themselves, then Michael knew that he would have to give the orders to save those that could be saved and leave the rest to their fate. He just hoped that it didnt come to that. With a slight jerk, Michael realised that he had been completely ignoring Sarah and Rain. It took a second for him to remember her question, luckily he read her mind to find it. Michael just smilied at her and looked back up at the Church spire, the cross seeming like a gathering symbol for hope and organization in this new chaotic world. Though he knew it to be strange, Michael just nodded to Sarahs comment about his comment about the shoes and when she said his name. There was no point for him to respond yet. When she started fumbling for a reason to answer him, and then asked her own question in turn, Michael turned his whole body to face her. "Do not worry child, I am not angry, though others would have been.", then he sadly shook his head. "No Sarah, I am not a Nephilim. And yes, I can read the thoughts of others around me, but I will not pry into what is yours to keep secret." Some angels abused the ability to read minds, but Michael liked privacy and he kne wthat if he expected it, he was to give it to others as well. His language was formal and probably annoying to some, but it was the only way that Michael knew how to talk. Maybe in his time on Earth he would learn to use 'slang terms'. Folding his arms at his side he waited for her to lead him, knowing that she was going to grab him arm. Goosebumps flooded his skin at the touch. Yes it was exciting to be back in a human body.
As they made their way through the church, Michael did not stop his gaze from looking around at the interior decor. Of course nothing was as he would have expected it to be, the pews and altars moved to make way for tables and chairs where the humans could eat and gather. It shouldn't have, but the site of the empty altar sent a pange through his heart. Places of Worship shouldn't be used this way, but Michael nodded to himself in a silent vow. Following Sarah through the church, Michael made eye contact with as many people as possible. What he saw in their faces horrifed him and for a few seconds Michael stared at the child that had squealed at him. What would that child become? A solider to fight in this war? Or a slave underneath a demons leash to build and empire for the Valdius? Not if he could help it. When he faced forward again, he saw that they had arrived at their destination and Sarah holding a pair of shoes out to him. Nodding his thanks, Michael silently slipped the shoes onto his feet. "A perfect fit. You have my thanks." Her next question made his eye brow raise slightly. He could sense the hidden question behind her words, and crossing his arms he nodded. "It was a long time ago now. I have been.... occupied elsewhere to have social visits. " Moving across the room, Michael went to the window and absently traced the anti demon sigils on the wooden planks. "You asked me what I was... I have seen your mind and trust you Sarah." Turning, Michael's wings started to sprut from his back and though they stayed folded on his back, they were still an impressive site. "I am an Archangel Sarah." She would have read it in his mind sooner or lated he owould rather get the truth out in the open that wait for it to grow in shadows.
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Post by dream4 on Dec 19, 2010 9:42:40 GMT -6
With Sarah's internal thought process going haywire, she was sure she'd go nuts if she didn't get to ask all of the questions she felt burning at the tip of her tongue. Rain, the intuitive dog she was, wandered over to the blond and nuzzled her slightly, before sitting down by her, resting her chin on the girl's lap, before chocolate brown eyes looked back to the male in the room, almost in a calm manner. She really trusts this guy, Sarah thought silently. Many times Rain would always take it upon herself to warn other men to stay away from Sarah. As if Sarah couldn't handle herself. She was stronger than any human, and couldn't get sick. That was always a perk she'd noticed, never once over the years had she gotten sick. Green eyes narrowed, before falling, looking to her body, and Rain's soft head and chin on her lap. If she was pregnant, which she was figuring she was, though she wished with all her might she wasn't, what would happen? Would she be able to raise her? Panic coursed through her, ebbing away from her and consuming the room. What would she do if she was? Eyes hazed over, threatening tears, before she realized it one had escaped, and she looked away, as if hearing a noise outside, quickly wiping away the evidence. Michael wouldn't want to hear about that. Whether or not she was, she knew who the father was, and she wanted to give him a piece of her mind. Anger spiked through at the father, but she knew in the end, he would most likely not come through, and she was going to be alone. Running a hand anxiously through her hair, hearing Rain whine slightly, she then pawed at the backpack Sarah had laid down on the bed near Michael.
He'd called her child. For some reason it bothered her, like it always had. Though this time it didn't bother her as much, she blamed his voice. Course compared to him though, she only had 19 years of experience on this earth, he probably had thousands. Easily. Yeah, she felt like a baby compared to him. Slowly getting up as Rain spun in the room, wagging her tail, Sarah grabbed a can, and with her angelic strength pried it open, and dumped the contents of the dog food can into a bowl next to one filled with water, near the closet, where Rain ate and drank. The dog whined eagerly, before the dove into the food as Sarah reached outside her door and tossed the can into a nearby trash can. Her vision targeted Michael then, as if testing him. She didn't dare try to read his mind, since he was first, angry with her, and secondly, she had a feeling he could probably get into her mind fairly well, looking down, shyly she asked, "Thank you...for not doing that." [/color] she paused, smiling softly, "I'm sure my thoughts would either make you go mad or die of boredom."[/color] The hybrid flashed a small grin towards Michael, as he then tried on the men's shoes. Thank goodness she had kept those. She knew they'd come in handy. Grinning at his thanks, she nodded once, and responded softly, "No problem."[/color] It was true. It wasn't like she had use for them. Besides, with her hands, Sarah had been known to steal items. Not that it mattered with some stuff, but if she was wandering around and saw another person picking on another human, she'd first step in, then while fighting - most likely - she would steal whatever she could grab from their pockets. Without their knowledge. It was a dead art, she told herself, at least until the world and the war was over. When her mind hit the idea of the war, her eyes locked onto Michael. Was he here for the war? To help the humans, like her mother, fight off the demons? Well, her biological mother, but she was probably gone by now. Sarah tilted her head slightly. He must be. There was the air about him that she had that feeling. Like he could kill one-hundred demons just by looking at them. Admiration settled into her system silently. The young woman perked when the male began to speak. Busy elsewhere? There were many other places one like him could go, plus he was here, and had been naked. Now, if she knew anything about what she was or Archangels, Sarah would figure that out. But no, she didn't, and therefore was left puzzled, but she refused to let it appear on her features. She just felt so ignorant. But her logic overruled that worry, she wasn't! She'd just never been taught! Realizing he was speaking, she quickly tuned in. Eyes widened slightly when a form began to appear, a massive, white form on his back. Wings. Her breath left her silently, and she stood up from her sitting position, listening to his words. An Archangel? Like my father had been? Immediately her mind jumped at this thought. Did Michael know her father? Could he tell him she was alive? If her father was alive. He had to be though. Pausing, the Nephilim ignored Rain who was just lying down on her dog bed again, Sarah's hand reached out, wanting to touch the pearly-white feathers on his wings. They looked like her wings. The wings that had sprouted for her on her 18th birthday, and the same day, causing her to be disowned by her parents who had raised her. Subconsciously, Sarah threw her jacket off, so in case her wings wanted to come out. Fingers delicately brushed Michael's wings, and the moment they did, she drew back, just in case he was jumpy, but she felt the familiar tug on her back, and her own wings sprouted. They were pearly-white, with a soft white glow to them. The blond's wings remained against her back, as she walked up beside Michael, "I trust you too, Michael..."[/color] she paused, her smile fading, replaced by an uneasy look, "What...what is an Archangel....exactly? Do you know what I am, if I'm not like you?"[/color] There. She asked. Drawing back slightly, expecting him to be mad, her wings tucked in neatly and tightly against her back, she then quickly closed the door with a flick of her telekinesis she knew she had, just in case someone walked by to see two figures with white wings on their backs. Sarah's gaze lifted to Michael, then she added, "Please....I'm sorry. I shouldn't have asked."[/color] she stepped aside, "If you must be somewhere, by all means, please go."[/color] she turned, and grabbed a jacket she'd found too, it might be a tad big on him, but she offered it anyway, "Even if you say you don't get cold easily, take it at least."[/color] she grinned softly, eying Michael, the Archangel. Then, it hit her. The Michael, the Archangel? Her mother had given her enough to know who that was. Eyes widened, and her jaw dropped. Really? Or was he playing with her, or was her mind playing with her? "Wait....the Archangel Michael?"[/color] She couldn't hide the surprise in her voice. If he was, she wasn't sure how she'd feel. Shock, but also - happiness? Or pity? Were humans needing help? Well that much was obvious, but Michael? Even a bit of honor flowed through her as well. Swallowing back the nerves or what-ever, Sarah couldn't believe it either way, but in her heart, she knew it was true. i believe i told some lies / michael. im holding onto all i had / 1,261 baby!. i believe in butterflies / done. go to hell some other day / click! yay!. saying sorry for when i was bad / they're cute in the father-daughter type <3. trust me itll be ok REAL SLIM SHADY !? [/color]@ caution 2.0. [/blockquote][/size] [/center] |
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