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Post by dream on Dec 14, 2010 20:50:08 GMT -6
  Nighttime seemed to be the preferred time of day for demons to come out. It probably had something to do with the sun, though the sun didn't burn up the demons, demons still seemed to prefer lurking at night. Which was why, with the sun up mostly in the sky, she didn't worry as much about demons as much unless she had been out and about later on in the day. Fortunately it wasn't too hot anymore, now with an unnatural cold ripping through the city, it was harder to see people out at much, unless it was sunny out, therefore allowing the sunshine to heat up the ground somewhat. Crouching down on the edge of the building she had perched herself on, the woman adjusted her black sunglasses on the bridge of her nose better. The sun had a good hour or so before it would set, which should give her ample time to get things started and finished - which mainly meant just some scrounging around for any food. Though archangels and such didn't really need human food, it still gave them not only something to do, but it sometimes made them feel...better. Did she even need food? Her eyes scanned the random array of stores, before keen senses picked up something moving in front of her. Diving off to the side, and into a store window that had been broken, she rolled on the ground, the minor cuts on her arms healing the moment they appeared, caused by the glass.
Green and brown eyes nervously scanned, as her mind reached out towards the being, attempting to figure out if it was friend or foe. Though, she wasn't sure to begin with. Azrael was always so cautious, and she could tell he was beginning to rub off on her in more ways than one. Scoffing at this thought, the Invictus placed a hand on the inherited sword, though made no move to unsheathe it from her hips - not unless absolutely necessary in order to defend herself. At least with the wind blowing against her back, towards the newcomer, it hopefully wouldn't be able to smell her, the gift of not having a scent. Wrinkling her nose, she then stood up slowly, muscles tensed, what was this other being? Was it a Validus or an Archangel? From the smell she managed to catch, it didn't seem like either one - so what was it? It did have that angelic-like smell to it, like the one Azrael had, though it was quite dull. Narrowing her eyes slightly as she narrowed down the options of what this being was, the Invictus stood up then, as the being was near the store she had taken shelter in for the brief moment in time. Stepping out through the door once more, she spoke, one hand on the sword at her left hip, "You smell like an angel...but not that strong....what are you?" she asked, feeling her bluntness come out much stronger than she had wanted.
Sighing heavily, the hybrid then dropped her hand from her sword and lifted her eyes to meet his, feeling her muscles tense, ready to defend herself if at all necessary. Well - most likely run - she didn't want anyone besides Hayden and Azrael to know what she was and what she could do. Teeth gnawed slightly on her lower lip, a nasty habit that had been picked up over the past century. Locking her gaze onto his, she then built up barriers on her mind, just in case this...person, angel-humanoid decided to try something. Pursing her lips thoughtfully, she shifted the bag on her shoulder, the one which she was planning to fill with some food. Though she wouldn't wait a split second if this person proved dangerous. The last thing she needed was for something to happen to blow this. She was curious nonetheless, what was he?
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Post by leviafan on Dec 17, 2010 21:14:27 GMT -6
- - - -i am he as you are heAS YOU ARE ME AND WE ARE ALL TOGETHER“Keep your horns on, I’ll be there. Ten minutes tops,” Ramiel snapped into his mobile before switching it off and letting it fall back into his pocket. A... what was the term for a plurality of demons? A gaggle? Enclave? Bunch? Anyway, there was a group of the blighters and like anybody sensible in the middle of war, they were in the mood to party. Personally Ramiel thought they should get their heads examined, but at least it was something to do. He picked up his keys from the bedside table, solely out of habit; there were more windows broken than intact. If anyone wanted to get in, it wouldn’t exactly be a challenge. Fort Knox it wasn’t, this hotel. Staring around, he felt as though he were forgetting something, but the demons had their own sound system, and music. Don’t ever let it be said that demons weren’t prepared for the apocalypse.
He set off down the street at a brisk pace, wanting to get there as soon as possible. Though cold didn’t bother him as such, he still didn’t like it, and the winds toyed with his dark hair, which he also didn’t appreciate. The sun was on the verge of setting, so its slight warming effect would be gone soon. Tamaya’s streets were void of sentient beings— these days, that was more accurate a euphemism than people. The vast majority of inhabitants weren’t human at all anymore. As he walked, Ramiel’s thoughts wandered, through memories, snippets, misty recollections of visions. He was so caught up in his own world that when a figure barreled through a shop window right in front of him, it took him completely by surprise.
Ramiel leaped backwards, nearly falling over as he miscalculated and felt his feet hit asphalt. He stared across the sidewalk, through a frame of jagged glass, at the unexpected appearance. Young woman, and the wind was blowing in his direction, bringing an interesting scent with it. He’d never encountered it before, but it definitely wasn’t human. Had that extra undefinable pizzazz that came with supernatural origin. She got to her feet, the wounds from her fall through the window already half-healed, her hand automatically travelling towards the sword hanging at her side. Then she picked her way to the door and stepped out onto the sidewalk before speaking. "You smell like an angel...but not that strong....what are you?"
He couldn’t help it. He laughed, even though there was no joke. In fact, there was the opposite of a joke, and yet still the mirth tumbled unbidden from his lips. “Well, that’s nice to know... not everything burned up in the atmosphere then,” he said in between outbursts of laughter. “Good call. I’m not an angel. But I could turn the question around. What are you? Your scent is wondrous strange also. It has the tinge of opposites, like oil and water.” He wasn’t entirely sure what his words meant, only that they were true. An olfactory vision? That was something new. Pandora ;;tagged
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Post by dream on Dec 17, 2010 22:36:51 GMT -6
Feeling the usual sensation from when her cuts and such rapidly healed, the Invictus shifted ever so gently. Glass was one of the elements in the world that could cut her, but wouldn't kill her. It would take a lot more than that to kill her. Besides even then she refused to die. She had people to protect. A world to help try and save. If she should leave Mars here, that wouldn't be good. Eyes darkened at the thought of leaving this world behind when there was so much to do. Then there were the others, ones like the demons who enjoyed to party. Played music. Had fun, while others - mainly humans - suffered, and lived in constant fear. How did they do that? Live in fear all of the time, even if they had anti-demon sigils written on the walls, was there a chance a demon could get inside? Somewhat, depending on the blood the sigils were written in. Would her blood work? At that thought, the woman made a quick mental note. She would need to try that out sometime, just stash herself even here for instance, and write a sigil with her blood on the wall, an anti-demon one and see if it worked. With her mixed blood, that would be pretty curious. Keeping that thought, she tucked it away neatly. Yes, that would be pretty interesting to figure that out. The brunette fully exited the store where the window she'd shattered jumping through lay broken. A pang of guilt traveled through her system, though not enough for her to fix it with her mind. Not right now at least. Not with this man in front of her, one who could tell others where they were - then she'd be in trouble. Even with brute force, she'd most likely be outnumbered and that wouldn't be fun.
Nibbling her bottom lip, the Invictus then paused when he laughed. Had she said something funny and just didn't realize it? No, that couldn't be it. Then what was it? Annoyance - or what she was learning to be it most likely - was it. Yes, it had to be that. Stupid emotions, they always got in the way. No wonder why her mother in the letters she'd left to her, had told her to be careful of her emotions, but to just push them aside. Sometimes they could even end up hurting you in the end, like love. Especially love. That her mother had emphasized greatly. That was why her mother didn't love her father, they were just in it for the "business contract." Pan didn't find any reasoning in telling the offspring that, but she had, and in a sense, she respected her mother more, because she really did seem to love her, always commenting on her, saying she'd find a way to keep an eye on her. For some reason that both comforted the Invictus and creeped her out at the same time. But more of the first rather than the latter. That much was for sure.
Then at his response, she had to frown slightly. Burn up in the atmosphere? Then it hit her. Hit her like a freight train - that did almost happen once too. He was a Fallen. That sent a shiver of worry to course through her veins. Why exactly was he Fallen? She knew why Hayden was, but that was also because he knew what she was too. A sort of mutual exchange between the two of them. Hesitating, her hand dropped from her sword, and she opened her mouth to speak, but he beat it to her once more, turning the question around on her. Damn, she thought quietly to herself. Personally she'd been hoping for a one-way conversation, unfortunately that didn't seem like the case here. "When did you fall?" she inquired gently, making sure not to make her voice sound too forceful, if at all. But hey, it was all out of curiosity. Pan hesitated slightly. He'd caught her scent? That wasn't possible, was it? Unless he'd been the Angel of Senses or something, she was pretty sure it wasn't. A soft growl emitted from her lips, though she doubted he'd hear it - or she hoped - and she answered, "Yeah...I'm Pan, by the way, Pandora."
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Post by leviafan on Dec 31, 2010 22:05:32 GMT -6
- - - -i am he as you are heAS YOU ARE ME AND WE ARE ALL TOGETHERAha. Ramiel saw the light of realization dawn finally on her face, and watched closely for her reaction. If some new breed of angel, she might be less than genial towards a fallen. Some of that kind were downright rude. Thought they were better, simply because they’d never stepped out of line. Maybe that was true in the strictest of senses, but how do you really know how high up you are if you’ve never taken the time to fall? He took a perverse sort of pride in his status, knowing that if he ever did manage to regain his wings, he would have earned them fully, instead of having been handed them strictly from a fluke of fate. As an angel, his holy nature had been enough of an excuse, but the stairs back to heaven were that much harder to climb now he was plagued by almost human emotions.
She was disconcerted, he could tell; but by what? Was it just because of that single moment’s misstep, all those centuries ago? Or was it her secrets rather than his that she was concerned about? Ramiel grinned, displaying delicately tea-stained ivories. “Probably before you were born,” he responded. Though the state of being Fallen was nothing to brag about, he was glad he’d been around to see the beginnings of everything. Whatever this girl was, he was reasonably sure she wasn’t one of the originals. It was a point of pride with him that he never forgot a face. Names, sure, they were fleeting as birds in the sky, but faces... He’d been the Archan gel of Visions once upon a time. If he couldn’t recall features with any clarity, who could?
The Fallen mitigated his smirk, not really wanting to drive her away. “Ramiel,” he said, wincing involuntarily at the pain of memory. That name had meant something once, now it was fixed only to a shell, an empty, worthless shell. Throw the wrapper away once the sweet’s consumed. The spark was still there somewhere, he knew it. But even after years of wandering, he’d never been able to track it down. And he might be wingless but he could see evasion when it was shoved under his nose, like now. She didn’t trust him. Understandable. Disappointing, yes, but it could be explained rationally, brushed away with the supposed logic of emotions.
Ramiel smiled grimly to himself. No point going on about it, was there? Just the way things were. “Funny sort of hobby. Dangerous too.” Her wounds were closing with remarkable speed. Quicker, he noted enviously, than his would have. “I didn’t even know anyone still had time for hobbies, what with the war.” He might be neutral himself, still feeling out his options, but he couldn’t exactly help nioticing the chaos around him. The war had disrupted everyone’s lives, twisting then cruelly about its finger. It encroached on every corner, inescapable. He knew that for a fact because he’d tried. And failed. Pandora ;;tagged
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