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If I Should Return IC

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If I Should Return IC

Post by tashathewolf » Wed Jun 12, 2019 10:12 am

Celeste looked out at the city one final time before gathering her things. Sliding a rubber sleeve over the nozzle of her sniper rifle and covering the scope, the young angel-human hybrid knelt down to her backpack and slid the weapon in custom sleeve. Checking to make sure the weapon was secure; she pulled the backpack up by one of its straps and slung on her back. Her sniper rifle resting between her back and the backpack. “Hmm smells like it might rain,” she mumbled to herself as she paused for a moment.

Walking over to the edge of the building’s ledge, she let out a sigh and took a small step off. Landing effortlessly with one knee down and both hands on the ground. Raising herself up, she dusted herself off and placed her hands in her jacket pockets. Her headphones blaring the song Down Come the Rain. Music. Music was a big thing for her. But of course, it was, she was part angel and singing songs was a past time for them. To be honest, Celeste does not have a single memory of her mother never singing. It was something that made her happy and something that brought the two of them close together.

Letting out a sigh, the young woman walked down the sidewalk towards the bustling city. For some this walk might have felt like an hour, but for her it was mere minutes. Or at least that was how it felt since her mind was wandering. Wandering to what she would see today on her way home. Celeste usually took the same route home whenever she used that building as an outpost for jobs. It was something she seemed to grow comfortable. Things remaining constant. At the very least it felt like something she needed. To get back into a routine. Something to just remain the same while other things changed. Ever since the night her parents died, Celeste became closed off.
Everything for her changed that night and it was that night that she did not very much like change. Now don’t get her wrong there were somethings that needed to change in life. Work, school, living situations, etc. But it was the major changes she could not quite prepare herself for. Especially in other people. Not all change was good.

Making it downtown, the young hunter slowly walked through the crowds on the sidewalk. Busy. It was always busy. Traffic as usual was a bit heavy, then again it was a Saturday night. Quite frankly Celeste felt as she seen the same people walk by every weekend. That must be nice, she thought to herself. To have a job where you have a granted weekend off. Being a hunter, there were really no days off. Even if you were not called you, you were required to be on alert in case you were needed for something. This job was like 24/7, but it was something that brought her close to her father. So, it was something she was okay with. Though Robert tells her every now and then that this was not the life her parents wanted for her. It was a life that made her feel at ease. Close to them. Almost life continuing some form of normality or what she could remember of her somewhat estranged father.

Glancing around, she just watched everyone around her. Angels, demons, vampires, werewolves, humans, and hybrids co-existing. In truth one could not really tell much a difference between them, but it was the subtle things. For instance, some hybrids did not have most of the human features as some showed signs of there other sides. Such as demon-human hybrids who bore this weird negative aura from time to time and their red eyes. While angel-human hybrids, well it was a bit trickier as angels tended to look more like humans. Well at least minus the wings. Something that some angels had no problem showing while out on the town.

Wings. Something Celeste wished she could have. She has the slits on her back for them but the wings themselves seemed to be missing. Tilting her head up a bit she reminisced in the time when she uses to curl up in her mother’s golden wings when they sat at the parks. They were warm and soft. She always felt protected. For a moment the young woman almost lost herself in her memories. At least until a loud car horn brought her back to reality. A reality where that was no longer something possible.

Shaking her head slightly, she shook off the thought. Listening to her music, she closed her eyes as she continued to walk. There was no need to see where she needed to go. After all she knew this route like the back of her hand. As she walked along, Celeste began quietly singing. And after it all I know the air is bound to break. And even the mountain needs a storm to find its faith. So down come the rain.
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Re: If I Should Return IC

Post by Ninmast » Sat Jun 15, 2019 9:35 am

Visiting Earth was like seeing archaeology come alive. Sure, that wasn't entirely fair to his favorite vacation planet, but ever since he first ended up on the distant little world, he hadn't been able to deny that it excited him in the same way. It was like going back in time and walking under the Honey Pearl Arch, or seeing the medieval cities of Torkus VII before the plagues scoured the planet. It was easy to just pretend he'd stepped back in time, instead of just going to a younger world far removed from the Collective's advanced influence.

It was a bit disturbing to think that the same might not have been true for the Ancients, if one were to go with the assumption that the whole reason he was first brought here was because the planet was tied into some Ancient security matrix linked into the Morphing Grid. There was evidence for it. Nothing concrete, but enough circumstantial to be concerning. Technology eerily similar to the Ancient powered exosuits, clear and evident homoplasy between the dominant planetary species and Collective hominids despite light centuries of separation, or most absurd of all, the complete lack of variation in nonverbal communication. He had never had to wonder what a smile, a laugh or a blush meant, things that could vary even between species on planets within the same system.

He preferred to think of such things as incredibly happy coincidences, as the best case alternative was that the distant planet was some far away exploration base at some point in the terribly distant past. That didn't seem so bad, but it had unfathomable implications for the Ancients' reach across the universe. The Republic Collective would be recovering for a decade from the little segment they had already run into in their own backyard. One Ancient Noble and her Court had nearly brought a dozen planets to their knees, and the conflict revealed just how out in the open the Ancients had left some of their deadliest devices, strewn about the Galaxy like abandoned toys, hidden in plain sight by age and obscurity. Time alone had been left to clean up their mess, and it had been big enough that the maid still hadn't finished. Yes, he much preferred to think this quaint little world's similarities were coincidence alone.

Oshara had suggested, given his fondness for the planet, he do his dissertation on Earth and its civilization. He'd long put off the suggestion, however, feeling that it would cheapen his experience to view Earth as a place to study and dissect. She had countered by pointing out that someone would do it sooner or later, better that it be someone invested in making sure it's done right. Why were valedictorians always so good at making sense?

Well, it gave him an excuse to stay for a much more extended time, time enough to work on hobbies that had caught his interest and call it research. He was a little surprised in retrospect that a sport like surfing wasn't more common back home, but perhaps it was a matter of how unusual it was for species who couldn't survive in the water to develop a competition for who could show off risking it the most. But then, the planet was an absurd 75% water, most of it ocean. Earthlings had to get very comfortable with the stuff, while most water on Orot was either shallow or underground. And then there was the motorcycle. Oh, he was enjoying that. A build completely from scratch, he wanted to thoroughly understand the engineering processes involved in the alien machine, and he had an entire datapad noting differences and parallels with the Collective equivalent, both modern and historical. When he wasn't working on it or surfing, he was nothing down ideas to keep it as authentic as possible while still converting it to an energy system he could replenish back home. The hard part would be replicating the sound and feel of the combustion engine. Nothing in the Republic roared like that. Or consumed so much in fossil fuels. It would never be street legal back there, of course, on account of it being a strictly ground vehicle, but he couldn't wait to show it off all the same.

He took after his father in one crucial respect, however: When he got shoulder deep in the things that he loved, he lost complete track of time, and everything else with it. He had come up for air after spending all evening running lines through the frame, and his stomach reminded him fresh air and a stretch weren't the only things he needed. But when he had gone to the mini fridge, he found he'd let it run empty, unless he wanted to make a meal on ketchup, soy sauce and a slice of bread. No problem, just run to the store, right? Except the clock told him that was no longer an option, either.

Fast forward to the current moment, where he was coming out of a convenience store with a bag of instant pasta, milk, bread, meats, a frozen pizza and, for some reason, the clerk's phone number she'd scribbled on his receipt and insisted he take. Well, she'd figure out he didn't have a phone eventually, he supposed.

He had just stepped out the door when a girl in headphones and her own oblivious world was making a straight line right for him. "Whoa!" His large hands came down to catch her shoulders before she could slam face-first into his side, and he gave a reassuring grin. "Hey, watch where you're going, yeah? It's dangerous to get lost in your head on such a busy street." Of course, he had no way of knowing she'd already had one close call with an incoming car.

For Celeste's part, the sudden interception might startle her, but more pressing might be her keen Hunter observation. The man that was already stepping away from her was, to her specialized eye, something that didn't quite match human, though it probably would never be noticed by anyone in casual contact with him. But he definitely wasn't what she usually looked for, either. Tall, young, athletic, with blonde hair in ridges and a tan that suggested a lot of time outside, the man in the red tank top definitely wasn't a vampire, demon or angel, and didn't look like any wereman she'd ever encountered.
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Re: If I Should Return IC

Post by Skummy the Kitty » Sat Jun 15, 2019 12:46 pm

"Samantha would you hurry up, I wish to taste delectable fish from that intriguing japanese woman!" A yowling little pipsqueak of a furball was lazily matching to and fro within the packed shop. Devi's Apothecary and Occult Resource was a staple of this part of town, at least for the wilder side of the population that maybe needed the supplies kept within. On one wall were almost like massive candy jars filled with all manner of roots, herbs, spices, eyeballs, and claws; sat around them were metal scoops and typical tiny baggies ready to be filled to the brim with rosemary, eyes of newt, and wereclaws. Circling to the wall that also held the massive window facing toward the street were all the devilish and arcane items of the occult, many of which were traded in or hunted by Devi. There were dusty tomes of archaic languages, a large milk jar filled with voodoo canes and inscribed staves, shrunken heads sat above with a raven skeleton stained with unholy burn markings resting up on a perch to lure people in and grab their curious natures by the lapel and drag them in.

Yet on the other wall, obscured by the walnut raised bar of a desk, were a myriad of hand crafted potions sold only at this shop and nowhere else. If that witch from fifth street said she had them she was a bald faced liar! All of the potions and poultices, the serums and the salves were tested and vetted by Samantha herself and given the Devi Seal of Approval. That seal happened to be a label with his piercing red eyes and typical grumper cat face declaring the item was safe for consumption or use. There were applicators, syringes, and odd gloves all the same to accessorize with your purchase of a potion of virility-or that serum of untold truths you needed to catch what your friends really thought about you. Sat on the desk was a modern point of sales, a tablet with all the functions it needed, a card reader, and a lock box for the monies. What also sat plainly was a big and fluffy cat bed with a menagerie of half chewed toys and a bouncy feather on a spring to keep Devi occupied when things got boring.

Beyond this were the nice little impulse buys: wax seals, aged envelopes, and parchment for that real old world vibe you craved so much-came with a free quill and inkwell if you bought a set. There was a raffle for a mystery box filled with twenty four unique and not for public potions being teased that was going to be drawn next week, and underneath sat a 12 Gauge Pump and a Colt .45 in case people didn't get the hint that their business was not welcome or appreciated. Besides that was the regular little minor stock stuff that needed to be kept out of the regular eye. The last wall held masks, ornate swords, spears, weaponry of all kinds from different cultures said to be cursed-the whole wall was just cursed items even some clearly modern game systems and the like were placed as 'cursed' as their previous owners were gross neckbeard jackholes who were trying to flirt with Samantha.

Naturally people liked the sense of humor the shopkeeper had, sitting int he middle of the store were more supplies, liquids for the most part ready to be pumped into waiting mason jars to either side of the large keg like displays. Each one was very obviously labeled: Death Water, Ectoplasm, Goat Blood, etc; The kegs ran the entire gambit of the middle of the rather large storefront, making the big retail space feel comparatively tiny and cramped. Nobody ever complained though, the rules were if you didn't like it get the hell out, nobody cared what you thought. The wall with the cursed items sat on the far side of the store from where one would enter from the street and, walking through an obscured door frame with just a black curtain draped between it and the back of the store, one was suddenly transported into the darker side of the occult shop. As in, literally it was a hallway with little to no light in it because the only light came from the far side. By way of a spiral staircase up to the second story where the stock was kept under lock and key and magical symbols drawn by Devi.

They didn't do anything, they were literally just his drawings because he figured anyone dumb enough to steal from an armed vampire, was dumb enough to believe the magic circles would actually do something. The second floor was just crammed with supplies and used to be their home for a while, not it was a stockroom and office rolled into one.

Emerging from the back was a blue haired thirty year old who was just tapping away on her infernal personal smartphone, the sight grated on the furball's nerves and her shouted "Hey! I'm hungry, I want fish, move it Sam!" but without looking up she casually strolled to him and scooped him with on deft move of her hand and a bending of the knees. He was stuffed in short order into a cheap but cozy messenger back that had padding and a fluffy blanket sewn in so Samantha could carry the angry little master of hers around without him getting jumbled and shuffled around. On her other side was her large handbag to which she pulled out a small cat treat and fed the starving feline monster.

"This does not change anything....but tasty" the little angry kitten looked up at the blue haired woman wearing, in his opinion, too much makeup that made her look like some sad wiccan girl despite Samantha telling him time and time again it was a normal amount of makeup any woman wears and to stop bothering her about it. She was happy, wearing a form fitted t-shirt with some punk band's logo on it and her surplus army jacket, she was wearing baggy jeans and comfy sneakers. She began pulling own the shutters and locking things down, she opened the oak door, walked out, and locked the bolts behind them.

"There we are master, now we can get going to Haruka's apartment, you really should just use her name you know it would be far kinder of you-you know her and you love her" her hand rested on his fluffy little face glaring up at her while his body was swallowed up by the bag he was stuffed inside of.

"I deny any amount of love for mortal races, you included, you kept me waiting for an entire thirty minutes longer than it usually takes you to close up!" her was purring and rubbing his face into her hand despite his berating of her so she just nuzzled his head a bit as they walked at a leisurely pace so as not to jostle him and make his mood worse.

"OH course master, and you must oh so hate all the food mortals make that you find soooo yummy" she smirked catching her feline companion and mentor off guard as he grumbled and tried to sink himself into his bag, the neighborhood was safe enough but one could never be too careful. It made Samantha feel at ease knowing her colt was tucked into her waistband at the back just in case, plus she was walking with Devi so there was a huge doubt that anything could get near them without one of the two noticing .
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Post by Georgeanna » Sun Jun 16, 2019 6:12 am

There was a slight chill in the air as Lillith ran out of the condominium door. It was a nice place, tucked in-between several other units in a row of pleasant dwellings. The doors were all painted a dusty blue, perhaps indicative of the street they resided on (Finch Dr.), and the windows all nicely trimmed in pale ivory. The exterior was a nice golden tan and each had their own small garden in front. Some raised the classic variety of daisies and tulips, while others opted for sage and lavender. All the same, there was a cohesive, calm spirit to Finch Dr. as a lovely blonde bounded down the few steps leading to the street and started sprinting down the pavement. A lovely place, truly, a peaceful one at that. Well, that is it was until number 435’s mailbox caught fire.

Gasping in alarm at the sudden flare near her, Lillith pushed herself further down the block, putting as much distance between her and 435 Finch Dr. as possible. Her brain didn’t need a destination for her feet to take her there, the glass panes of The Dusty Rose rising before her in a matter of minutes. The lights were off—Dorothy had already closed up for the night—but that didn’t stop shaky hands from unlocking the door and opening them up with force. All the young woman could hear was her heartbeat as she dived into the safety of the flower shop and locked the door behind her. Her hands had hardly finished sliding the bolt before she turned to dart to the back of the shop. Speed-walking past rows of chrysanthemums and violets peering up at her, Lillith wrenched open the doors to the back office and threw herself in a heap on the small dingy couch that her and her mother kept in case of nap emergencies. The rough fabric pressed into her cheek as she sought to control her breathing, much too quick to be healthy.

“It wasn’t real, it wasn’t real, it wasn’t real…” she repeated to herself over and over again. Her father was right there, she had finally met him—in a way. The pentagram was still fresh on her floor where she had drawn it, the candles still lit in that haunting way that they have. They sat quiet, several miles away from her in her room where she left them, standing sentinel as the last embers of the mailbox turned to ash. She had summoned him, he had come to her. It was only days ago that Dorothy had finally told her daughter the truth. But Lillith didn’t dwell. A story for another time. Summoning wasn’t nearly as difficult as all the books made it seem, Lillith had thought as she chanted the few words. The chalk began to glow against the wood flooring, illuminating her small room. A gust of otherworldly wind spun out of control, blowing around the spare scraps of paper scattered on her cluttered desk. Then it was all chaos, the air itself seeming to be infused with power. Lillith’s vision went in and out, the energy threatening to overpower her mind. But, as soon as it began, it was over and all was as it was before—save for the man standing in the center of the pentagram. He was tall, with a slim build and blonde ringlets. A little scruff on his jaw and dark circles made him look tired—and indeed he was, if only Lillith had known why. She was the spitting image of the man who stood before her, save for his eyes, a powerful red.

“Seriously kid? Didn’t your mom ever tell you not to play with shit like this?” he said looking extremely exasperated as he waved his hands around at the materials scattered on the floor.

Standing up, Lillith nodded, “But she said she’d make an exception this one time.” Something about the sadness in her voice, or maybe the look in her eyes, softened his expression. The more they spoke, the more familiar she began to look, like a woman he used to know…

“Whose daughter are you?”

“Dorothy Hampton is my mother.”

The demon’s face rippled with a long-forgotten pain. “And who is your father?”

“I just met him.”

Ezekiel, as the demon called himself, stayed a while longer, hovering cross-legged over the pentagram, talking to the daughter he never knew. Warmth spread through Lillith’s chest as she finally felt her family become complete. It was lovely, a homecoming, a reunion…

What is so powerful that it can rip a demon away from their corporeal space without another word? Lillith didn’t want to know, but all she knew was that her father, the same one that had no idea she was alive until this evening, the same one that had crushed her to his chest in a hug so meaningful that it brought her to tears, was out of reach yet again. He had been midsentence, offering to meet up with her again tomorrow, when a terrible screech rang out. Then he was just gone.

“What do I do, what do I do, what do I do,” she muttered over and over again, pacing now. A thought popped to mind, Devi’s Apothecary and Occult Resource. Maybe if something…happened they’d be able to help. Maybe a hunter could help track him. Maybe…maybe…

Swallowed whole by her spinning mind, Lillith started making her way to the door once more. The flowers seemed to turn to watch her go, as she skulked quickly through the store and darted back outside. She hoped the store wouldn’t be closed, she couldn’t cope if they were already done serving patrons for the evening. Starting to run, the blonde found the strolling blue-haired owner walking home it seemed like. But what drew her eye was the cat in the owner’s satchel. Like called to like it seemed, and while she didn’t understand what about the cat struck her as odd, she knew there was something different when she looked him in the eyes. Blinking, she looked back up at the woman. “Please tell me that you aren’t closed for the night,” she said slightly out of breath.
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Post by tashathewolf » Mon Jun 17, 2019 3:20 am

Letting out a sigh, Celeste's eyes just wandered around the streets of the people. It was a bit easier, at least at night, to tell who was what. Angels and demons more specifically considering the fact that well they could sense one another. An ability that came from centuries and centuries of existing with one another. Not co-existing as they were once, and some are still, at war.
"Whoa!" His large hands came down to catch her shoulders before she could slam face-first into his side, and he gave a reassuring grin.
Celeste stopped in her tracks when large hands grabbed her shoulders. Being she was a hunter, she could have easily flipped this man on her back and be on her way. In truth, the old her would have, but for some Robert told her to not randomly do that anymore. At least not in imminent danger. Besides she had a hidden combat knife and pistol just waiting to be used if necessary. So yeah she was fine. Instead she just looked at him with a blank expression.
"Hey, watch where you're going, yeah? It's dangerous to get lost in your head on such a busy street." Of course, he had no way of knowing she'd already had one close call with an incoming car.
The words coming this stranger was completely blocked out by Celeste's music. His lips were moving but no words were being heard, at least on her end. She just looked up to him, with a single eyebrow raised. It was a bit entertaining that someone was so bold as to try to speak to a hunter so openly. Even more so willingly put there hands on one.
The man that was already stepping away from her was, to her specialized eye, something that didn't quite match human, though it probably would never be noticed by anyone in casual contact with him. But he definitely wasn't what she usually looked for, either. Tall, young, athletic, with blonde hair in ridges and a tan that suggested a lot of time outside, the man in the red tank top definitely wasn't a vampire, demon or angel, and didn't look like any wereman she'd ever encountered.
As she stood there looking at Dalkerek, she studied his features. One of her abilities gained from being part Angel, was a keen eye for subtle differences in a person. Differences that make it obvious they are not human. Celeste squinted her eyes a bit. Odd she was not entirely sure what he was. Demon? Hybrid? Hmm this one stumped her.

After a few moments of silence and what seems to be the stranger realizing Celeste really was not listening, looked him up and down again. "You look weird," she stated a bit loudly as she could not gauge the volume of her voice due to her headphones. To be honest this statement should have been something one would keep to themselves. But well Celeste was part Angel, so her honesty level was a bit higher than most. Something that some saw as a good and bad thing. "Are you done gripping me now? Or do you plan to holding me like so?" Her soft voice chimed. A bit of a puzzled and blank look on her face. "You also smell weird. Do you bathe?" Again another honest thought popping out without a hint of hesitation.

Celeste let out a small sigh, placing her hands in her jacket pockets. The sniper rifle between herself and her backpack swaying a bit. A few people passing by glancing over as the metal weapon shined a bit in the light. Typically night time was meant for the hunters. But for Celeste she could care regardless. Her schedule was pretty loose and it did not bother her much.Of course she made sure to have some kind of weapon on her whenever she went out. This time she had just finished a job thus why this weapon was more out in the open.

While she waited for Dalkerek to respond. Or recover more so from her more blunt statements, she tried looking past him. Observing her surroundings. A habit she picked up after the incident and better developed during her hunter training. Of course Dalkerek was a bit taller than her, so she leaned a bit to one side as best she could.

Strange night, she thought to herself. Not the same as usual. She felt a strong demonic presence. But unable to pinpoint it. Hmm even stranger
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Post by Ninmast » Mon Jun 17, 2019 3:53 am

He blinked, but rather than being offended, he just grinned wider and removed his hands, holding them out to either side of him. He then brought one up and tapped his left ear, indicating her headphones. When she pulled them off, he spoke again. "Sorry! I'm from a hands-on family, I didn't mean anything by it. You nearly ran into me, is all. I was just saying to watch where you're going. This street is pretty busy, and I'd hate to see someone come to harm because I didn't speak up."

Though this figure looked odd and definitely wasn't human, he didn't seem to register anything unusual about Celeste, but he seemed far more amused than insulted by her bluntness, and they barely even seemed to discombobulate him. He just rolled with it. He was already turning away from her and moving to give a wave. "Be careful, yeah? I'm sure your parents would be heartbroken if you didn't make it home safe and sound, too. Always gotta think about who your decisions are impacting."

He was moving to leave. Who knew what this not-angel/demon/were/human was up to in the city, but if he disappeared into the crowds, it'd be that much more impossible to find him again, even while he seemed oblivious to any aspect of her being a half-angel hunter.
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Post by Skummy the Kitty » Mon Jun 17, 2019 4:25 am

Devi's eyes tracked over the blondie that just so happened to be coming straight for them, their eyes met on the briefest of cases and already the small one didn't like where this was going. He chewed on Samantha's finger to get he attention but she just nuzzled his head like he was a dolt and faced the girl rushing them. "Devi, quit it" Samantha spoke to him like he was some kind of cute little fuzzball she could order about, but he was hungry and in no mood for her stupidity and meowed at her trying to indicate they should ditch the girl. It didn't work, Sam just looked at the tan girl with curly blond hair and started talking.

"Sorry to say, but we are hun, I'm on my way to my friends for sushi and so Devi will stop being a crank...." she noticed the subtle tells of something being kind of off, it wasn't one of her regulars and it wasn't some new layperson who wanted to just peruse the shop. She needed something and Sam sighed and patted on Devi to chill out because he kept meowing at her and trying to climb out of the bag. "Okay what did you need? Maybe, maybe I can open back up for five minutes if you will tell me exactly what's up and what you need it for."

Devi sprang out from Samantha's grasp and forced himself from the bag before she could stop him at he stared up at the clearly hurried girl in front of them. He was dangerously glaring at her and Sam moved to pick him back up, but his tail wagged and he made some deep rumbling noise, sniffing at the air around her and crept around to behind her. He was watching the way she came from as if on caution, leaving Sam to be able to converse freely with the new girl while Devi just kept watching behind them, waiting for something to appear, almost.

"Right, he's kind of....him, is everything okay? Is someone following you?"
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Post by tashathewolf » Mon Jun 17, 2019 4:50 am

Celeste's gaze returned back to Dalkerek as he tapped his ear. An indication he was asking her to remove her headphones. She shrugged her shoulders, and then removed the vibrating headset. Music blasting a bit higher than earlier. "What do you want?" Celeste stated as she looked to the odd being. He truly was strange. He had a different aura, something that was similar but different. She could not exactly put her finger on what it was.
"Sorry! I'm from a hands-on family, I didn't mean anything by it. You nearly ran into me, is all. I was just saying to watch where you're going. This street is pretty busy, and I'd hate to see someone come to harm because I didn't speak up."
"Are you sure I was going to run into you?" She questioned him back. Letting out an exhausted sigh, she scratched the top of her head. Her silver hair swaying from the movement. Folding her arms, she looked back at Dalkerek. "I saw you coming, thus why I slowed my pace. Had you been paying more attention than you would have noticed I would have missed you by a few inches. Thus not colliding into you one bit. Honestly."

Celeste squinted her eyes at the strange male as he seemed to study her for a moment. "What never seen an Angel hybrid before?"
"Be careful, yeah? I'm sure your parents would be heartbroken if you didn't make it home safe and sound, too. Always gotta think about who your decisions are impacting."
"Well kind of hard to ask them that since they're dead," Celeste stated nonchalantly. Obvious over this conversation. "Hmm I have been alive for 25 years and have never thought of that. I will definitely make sure to keep a stranger's advice in mind." She closed her statement as the man motioned to take his leave. In all honesty, Celeste could careless. Just a random interaction with someone who she most likely will not see again. After all this city was huge so the chances of running into this touchy, strange pervert was very slim. And should he reach for her again, well he might be missing a few fingers.

Shaking her head, she placed her headphones back. Continuing on her way back down the street. Ironically sort of in the same direction of Dalkerek but not quite. Celeste closed her eyes for a moment and breathed in. It had been 15 years since she went back to that night. A night she wanted to pretend was fake. She hated how useless she was. How all she could do was stand there and look over at her parents ' lifeless bodies. It was the worst night of her life. A night she despised.

A thunder and lightning roared in the distance, all Celeste could do was look up. Must be nice to be home, she thought to herself. Her eyes on the sky for a brief moment, everything moving around slowly. As she came back to reality, it was like time had resumed itself. Taking in a breath, she continued to sing as she continued on her way home.
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"Twenty-five?" He seemed to ignore the angel-hybrid thing and home in on the girl's age. He looked her from head to toe as if searching for verification, but instead of being peered at by a pervert, it felt more clinical, like a doctor was looking her over. But it was over in a moment and he had broken the gaze to do some mental arithmetic, conversions of some sort as he recited some things in his head. "No way, that'd put her over ... No, no way she looks that old. Eighteen, tops ..." Of course, she had already shoved her headphones back on, so she wouldn't have heard it. But even if she had, it would seem an odd number without the conversion ... which would have put her no older than a decade younger than she'd claimed in Earth years.

Still, he'd kept walking, not realizing the girl was heading the same direction nearly at his side until she started singing, and he glanced over, but said nothing. He examined her walking for a while before figuring out they were just going the same direction and despite her boast, she was already ignoring the world around her again. Ah well, guess he'd just make sure she didn't wander into traffic until he got to his apartment.
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You the starry eyed. Through the darkness lies before you. Push on through the night. Like the ones before you ooooo Celeste's voice chimed through. A few people passing by smiling for they could tell her origin state of being. It was true that Angels had beautiful singing voices. Voices that could tame any beast and halt any negative emotions. Even if temporarily. But for Celeste singing was the only thing that connected her to her mother. Besides a few physical features, she loved singing the most. It was something the two did together everyday before she past.

Glancing beside her for a moment, she noticed the same strange man that stopped her at the store was now walking beside her? His pace a bit quicker than her's as one step for him was at least two steps for her. Celeste figured he was going the same way, not following her. She had a sense for thing like this and she could tell he was not someone like that. Though him freely touching others was something she would advise he change. Lest it cause problems with the wrong person. Besides if he tried anything, she had no problem taking care of it after all. Being out at night did not scare her. Oddly enough it was quite refreshing and calming. She just watched the man. "You look weird," she stated again as she looked up to him.

Looking away for a moment, Celeste contemplated something and then stopped in her tracks. Pulling her headphones down from her ears again, her silver blowing in the wind for a moment, she looked at Dalkerek. She realized he noticed her stop and did so himself. Celeste walked up to the stranger again and climbed on her tip toes, stretching her right hand up trying to reach his head. Just barely touching his shoulders, she planted her feet back on the ground and looked up to the man. "Hey could you kneel down for a moment," she stated as she studied him more.

After obliging, Celeste patted his head. "Strange," she stated as she ran her fingers through his coarse hair. It felt like human hair but different. When her gaze met his, she could tell his eyes were different. Her bright blue eyes reflecting in his green eyes. She noticed something that looked like a transparent film of some sort. They were human but not. A special kind of contact lenses maybe? "What are you?" She questioned more so for herself, than Dalkerek. But of course like everything else she stated to this strange man, was a statement made out loud.

Looking him over now that she could see him better, Celeste had drawn her hand back. Even though she was a well-renowned hunter. Whenever curiosity got the best of her, she came off a bit childish. If anyone would have seen the two, then it would have looked like a child hunter petting a grown man like a pet.
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He knew she noticed his eyes the moment she had done so, it reflected in hers, a slight dilation of the pupil, reflexive tension in the upper and lower eyelids, an instinctive response to widen perception when surprised. It didn't make a big difference in her actual expression, and he might have missed it had they not been face to face. Maybe the chitin at his temples looked decorative enough not to have been commented on initially. There were certainly a lot of oddly-decorated people around, which is why the girl hadn't seemed out of place to him. It didn't hurt that he didn't really know what an angel was, but he figured there was a convention in town or something.

If she seemed childish or offensive, it certainly didn't show in his reaction. He just grinned again. Smiling came as easily to this man as they came wide. "I'm Dalkerek!" he said, thumbing at his chest. "Pleasure to meet you!" The way he said it made it sound like a name, not an answer to her question. Maybe he hadn't properly understood? Oh, he had, but it wouldn't have been very effective to tell her he was an extraplanetary sapient, or so he figured.
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"I'm Dalkerek!" he said, thumbing at his chest. "Pleasure to meet you!" The way he said it made it sound like a name, not an answer to her question.
Celeste squinted her eyes for a moment and flicked him on the forehead. "That was not what I asked you." She stated to the young man kneeling before her. "Maybe some kind of demon hybrid? Ah no you smell weird. Demons tend to have a smoky smell, you do not have that." She contemplated as she studied him more. It was weird. How intrigued and friendly she was being to a total stranger. Must just be the curiosity of what he is that is grappling her.

Letting out a sigh, she just looked at him once more. "Well I guess since you said your name I should be polite and say mine," she responded with a yawn. "My name is Celeste. Nice to meet you." She held out her hand to initiate a hand shake. "I am an Angel-hybrid. But by the dumbfounded look on your face I take it you do not know entirely what that is so you can go home and Google it."

As the pair stood there, a man with white hair and smooth skin approached them. He was slim, but built and had wolf ears on top his head. Something that might seem strange to those who do not know about humanoid wolf hybrids. Or at least those whose transformation seems to be partially stuck with half wolf half human features showing. "There you are," he smiled widely, his canine teeth showing. The young man had his Samsung Galaxy S9 in his hand, and casually placed it in his pocket. "Making friends I see." The older man chuckled. It was obvious he was older than Celeste but by how much would be a mystery to someone who did not know him well.

"Not really," Celeste stated as her gaze turn from Dalkerek to the man standing before them. "He is just strange looking." She concluded as she looked back to him.

Robert covered his mouth a bit as he let out a small chuckle. Celeste was curious again. Something the young woman did not seem to notice she showed a lot. "Right right," he stated clearing his throat. "Name is Robert, I am more or less this young woman's only kin. Nice to meet you Mr....?" Robert paused as he waited for Dalkerek's response. He looked to Celeste who had seemed to place her hands in her pocket and moved over to Robert's side.

While Robert introduced himself to Dalkerek, Celeste continued pandering something. "Oh I got it," she stated suddenly.

"Got what?" Robert glanced beside him.

"You look like some weird humanoid lizard thing," she stated aloud confidently. A sparkle in her eyes almost like she just got done fiddling with a rubix cube.

"Celeste that is not very nice," Robert stated to the young woman as he turned to her. "I am so sorry about that sir. I guess not all the manners I taught her stuck." He stated as he looked disapprovingly at Celeste.

Celeste just made a face to Robert. It was obvious the two were close. Like brother and sister. Something that was not always the case for each other. Took time but at least she actively talks to him now.

"Apologize" [Robert]

"Why?" [Celeste]

"Celeste!" [Robert]

"What?" She shrugged her shoulders at Robert. Her silver hair moving swaying from the sudden movement of her shoulders. "He does and he smiles a lot. Smells weird too."

"Okay that's enough." Robert smiled and returned his gaze back to Dalkerek. Yellow piercing eyes meeting his emerald green ones. "I apologize for her. She is part Angel and as such finds it hard to cushion some of things she says." Though Robert had to attest that the young man standing before him did smell quite different than most.
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He at least had the common decency to flinch as if suitably reprimanded by the flick, recoiling away slightly, even if it was wholly for her benefit, but he accepted her handshake firmly. "Celeste," he repeated, not quite bold enough to tell the smol one giving him a scolding that he didn't know what a Google was, either. These words weren't translating neatly over to Orotian like the rest of the language, which meant either they were slang or had no counterpart term in the Republic Collective.

It was then that the man came along, and mentally, rather than older brother, he immediately ascribed to the man the identity of "father" to Celeste, at least in role, and nearly mentioned that he must have been the one that would have been distraught had she not heeded his warning, but thought better of it. Instead, he immediately pushed to his feet with the ease of athletic youth and accepted the older man's handshake. "Shoul," he provided. "Dalkerek Shoul. It's a pleasure, sir. I'd just been coming from the convenience store and we bumped into one another."

That was when Celeste decided she'd determined what he was, but despite Mr. Robert obviously taking offense on his behalf, the deduction simply amused him, bringing his grin back and only widening as he watched their exchange, like a father trying to wrangle an obstinate and all too clever child.

"Oh, I couldn't possibly take offense," he assured him instead. "It can't be offensive if it's right, right? I do have a few lizard-like traits." Though he reached behind his head and did another apologetic rub of it, his grin not lessening. "Not that there's anything weird about being an Orotian. And besides, her manner is refreshing! You never ever have to wonder what she's really thinking when she comes right out and tells you!"

It was completely reflexive, automatic, practically unconscious. At the words, he brought his arm out without thinking and gave the half-angel a half-headpat, half hair-ruffle. It didn't even pass through his mind whether to do it or not, much less whether or not it was a good idea.
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Robert only chuckled at Dalkerek's response. This young man truly was different he had to give him that. A bit odd, but in a good way. "Well that is true," Robert agreed with Dalkerek, Celeste was seemed to be very outspoken at the moment. Something someone who truly knew her would find a bit odd in nature.

When Dalkerek reached and rubbed Celeste's head, Robert was taken aback. Not for her sake, but Dalkerek's. "Now I wouldn't do tha-"

Before he could finish his statement, Celeste lowered her head a bit. Motionless for a moment, she just mumbled under her breath. Without saying anything, Robert quietly stepped to the side. He was not going to stop for what was about to happen. More so as a reminder to this newcomer that one could not just go touching someone as they like.

Celeste looked back up to Dalkerek and smiled. A few seconds after, she grabbed his arm. Her grip surprisingly strong for someone her size. Pulling his arm further down to her, she whipped around behind him, kicking behind his left knee. This caused the young man kneel down, allowing for Celeste to place her right foot behind the nap of his neck while pulling his arm in the opposite direction. Using her free hand, she pulled out a P26 pistol from a hidden compartment at the bottom of her backpack.

Celeste placed the black, and blue designed pistol to the back of Dalkerek's head and cocked it. Robert just standing there awkwardly smiling. He wanted to help but he knew she would just get mad at him too if he intervened.

"Don't do that again," Celeste's voice was a bit colder and more serious. It was like her attitude completely changed from being complacent to defensive. Her eyes fixated on the young man. She pressed the foot resting on the back of his neck forward and pulled his arm a bit further back. "Got it?"
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"Whoa!" the Orotian cried out as he found himself falling back down on a knee before his arm was twisted back with her foot as a fulcrum and a gun was pointed at his head from behind. He did give a little grimace, but forced it back into that apologetic smile. "Sorry, sorry! Like I said, I didn't mean anything bad about it! It was just reflexive!" He managed to turn his head to glance behind him at her. "Nice move, by the way, but you're doing it wrong, yeah? You've got your balance all wrong. You do that to someone looking to hurt you and they're just going to throw you onto the sidewalk. Like so!"

With his superior size and the fact that she only had one leg to stand on, what he did simply could not be stopped by her. In one swift motion, he pushed back to standing with his leg, hefting her entire weight off of the ground until she no longer had leverage over his arm. Between a yank of his arm and gravity, she simply fell clean off of him to hit the concrete and likely cause the gun to clatter away. But since he wasn't an attacker looking to hurt her, he simply straightened his shirt, then turned back toward her to offer her a hand up with a smile. "You should avoid putting all of your balance on one leg absolutely whenever possible, because it makes you too unsteady to hold the position, see? You should have gotten me on down to my belly and leveraged yourself that way, but even then, you're small enough someone my size could probably still buck you. You've got a lot of strength, but at that point, it's about weight. And you don't have any."
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"Now now Celeste," Robert finally spoke up waving his hands up at her. She just shot him a deadly look and the older man winced a bit. His ears fidgeting back and forth. "Umm right then," he stated as he nervously cleared his throat. "Take this as a lesson yes?"

Robert turned to Dalkerek. "Thank you for the demonstration. She is still training. Maybe you could teach her a few moves sometime."

Celeste looked around and saw people watching her. Most with disapproving looks. "Just like hunters," someone stated to another person. "Always so violent. Unnecessary. At least she got someone to show one of them their place."

"Hmph," Celeste sighed as Dalkerek helped her up. "Whatever," she stated coldly as she recollected herself and walked past Dalkerek bumping his shoulder. Pulling her headphones back over her ears. Not wasting time to look back.

"Sorry about that," Robert apologized as he noticed Celeste bumping into the young man. "She does not like when people treat her like a child. A blessing and a curse for Angels. To be older in age but young looking in the face. Tends to cause trouble now and again. Did she hurt you earlier?" Robert studied Dalkerek. Why on earth this young man thought he could freely touch her like that was beyond him. But then again what Robert had witnessed between the two earlier he supposed was no different. Celeste was petting him so full circle.

Watching the young woman, Robert let out a sigh. "She means well. Honest," he stated aloud. "She just has a hard time socializing and opening up I guess. But hopefully she did not scare you too badly." He patted the young man on the shoulder. "But I would advise not doing that again for your safety. Besides it is not very polite for a strange man to be freely touching a young woman he does not know don't you think?"
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Post by Ninmast » Tue Jun 18, 2019 4:40 am

Ah, so an angel was someone with a particular developmental anomaly, then? That would explain why it didn't translate, he wasn't aware of any parallel developmental issue in the Republic. There could have been, but it wasn't his field, so if there was, it would have been too uncommon to be in common parlance. Celeste, herself, had said she was a hybrid, so maybe she had the genetic disorder less than the parent she inherited it from? No wonder she was touchy about it.

"No, no, it's my fault," he assured Robert. "Really, it was less that I was trying to treat her like a child and more that ... well ..." he rubbed the back of his head again. "She's just short. If she were taller, it would've been a shoulder pat and squeeze. Where I'm from, everyone's very contact heavy. My barber hugs all his favorite patrons when they come in, you're going to get twenty slaps on the back if you impressed anybody, just a lot of touching. I'm still getting used to that not being the case." It was true. Even back at university, most species from less social cultures just saw an Orotian and knew they were going to be like that, so there'd been little drive to curb the emotional outbursts. Worse, it seemed to vary among humans. His surfer friends responded well to it and even reciprocated, for example, but perhaps much of Celeste's objection was because of insecurity from her developmental issues. He just didn't know enough to say.

"She didn't scare or hurt me at all, I assure you," he added to assuage Robert's concerns. "I can tell she means well, and I'm hard on quiet, withdrawn sorts. I understand that." Finally, the smile faded from his face as he looked around at the gossiping people. Heck, it almost made it to scowl territory. "No clue what a Hunter is in this context, or why everyone seems to know at a glance when they see one, but the gossip seems out of line. So much rude disrespect, they should really keep it to themselves. She did nothing to warrant such harassment."
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Sanctuary, her home away from home. Like she was ever really going to be able togo back there, now with so many only willing to bury the hatchet in her back. It wasn’t like she did anything really wrong, she disagreed with Father. Why was that such a terrible crime? Father was as capable of errors as anything else, she loved him all the same, but Father blundered when it came to mankind. They weren’t ready for the test, not just humanity, but the Host. Lucifer most of all, and she had watched as he protested their creation, the points made were logically sound. She also felt it was in error to tempt them with the fruit, even had they the resolve, mischance could’ve still made them disobedient by no fault of their own. But that was so long ago, and she’d made her choice in giving voice to her misgivings. War followed, a war she would’ve given anything to avoid, but the Host is very unforgiving to those who don’t tow the company line. Father had their hands full with fixing creation, though that was Lucifer’s fault, the snake, and she’d fallen for the half truths and lies. Too late to have misgivings on her own choices, she still felt Father was in error back then. An eternal test, failure was inevitable, and with it the damnation of mankind.

“You’ll be on in five.”

Her thoughts snapped back to reality, well the the kind the mortal eye could see. Her changing room, well the whole place was her’s, as much as any piece of Father’s creation could be. There was a momentary darkening of her mood, she was the one who told people what to do around here. She could go on stage at any time she desired, they were here to be entertained by her after all. Though perhaps she shouldn’t be so irked, it was their job to make sure everything was ready for her performance.

“Good, they no doubt hunger for my voice.”

They also likely hungered for other things, she wasn’t a prude after all. Her mirror attested to the welcome invitation that was her form, she’d learned a long time ago that humanity was easily swayed by their passions. They learned quickly though, and she made a point to remind any who got out of hand that there were rules in Sanctuary. Checking the mirror once more she made sure that everything was in it’s proper place, as a slip could really be quite the embarrassment. That was the price of such clothing, and it was expected for one to wear such things to attract patrons. At least she looked good in it, well she still had enough pull to ensure that she couldn’t look anything but good. With the last checks, it was time to go on stage, and meet her adoring public, assuming they were sober enough to care of course.

Genesis, Seraphim of the Lord, and all round nice guy walked the streets. Rather intrigued by just how open Earth had been getting to the notion of that which wasn’t human. To the point beings weren’t even hiding their true selves, it actually made him chuckle seeing an Angel walking around with their wings out. Very inconsiderate to those that tried to walk around them, but then he always did note a fair bit of self importance in his brothers and sisters. They might not admit it to Father, but plenty of them while willing to set reality a blaze in his name, weren’t so ready to give humanity the love Father asked of them. Shameful, and another reason to not return, the hypocrisy would likely become irksome. He loved them, and never would stop loving them, but they could give him quite the headache.

The rain didn’t bother him, nor his rather fine suit. It might be cheating, but he had the power so might as well exercise it. He’d have done away with the rain entirely, but weather was a part of the grand design of Father’s will. So he let it fall, just not on himself. Though what truly caught his eye wasn’t the throngs of beings natural and otherwise, nor even the weather, no it was a neon light. Shaped to spell out a name, Sanctuary, he smirked, that was a very long time ago. The last time he truly was able to ignore the fall, and the war that came from it. Where brothers and sisters were able to set aside differences without setting the sky on fire, reminded him very much of the home even if those that had dwelt there had changed much. They had been changed even more, demons, hellfire had played havoc with their form and their manner. Many were not woefully corrupted, unrecognisable as having ever beheld the love of their Father. That wouldn’t affect his love for them, if there was one command he was truly at home with following it was the example of Father’s. Love them all without exception, without limitation, without condition. Though brothers and sisters were finding that harder and harder, though the war ended, hearts had grown cold. Sanctuary’s fall had proven just how cold they’d gotten, but he had survived that, and now it’s name came calling again.

As he gazed at the name, he noted something etched finely into the glass. Hidden from mortal eyes by the light of excited electrons, sigils. Enochian, a language of divine origin, and thus not something one would find just anywhere. His ears picked up singing, and the power that filled it’s voice, that which rang in the dawn when home was undivided in it’s love. He might as well have a look, see just which sister was dwelling in this place. Maybe they wouldn’t go for their sword at the sight of him, he wasn’t exactly a popular fellow among the divine nor the damned. Apparently not wishing to harm one’s family was a decision they did not approve of, Father understood so he could bear their misplaced anger. Though perhaps he ought to have let them know that before skipping out of Heaven, but he also didn’t want to have an argument with them either. But that was in the past, right now it was time to see who was here in the present.

Entering the building, it was rather opulent, at least for what amounted to a place for people to drink till they dropped. The notion never did sit with Genesis, but then his tongue wasn’t exactly equipped to deal with the flavours of mortals. They had generalised sensations, sweet, sour, hot, cold, while an Angel would sense that which made the thing they ate. Perceiving the building blocks of reality, it might be something a human might relish the thought of, but on one’s tongue it was overrated. Looking around, he noted it was rather packed, it would seem their singer was one of some reputation at least. Looking the the stage, indeed her reputation proceeded her, at least it did with him. She hadn’t changed much at all, for one who stood with Lucifer, and then left the war entirely. Though on Sanctuary the war had found her, him as well, it was one of the few choices he’d ever made. To defend those that dwelt there against the Host of Heaven, it pained him still to have had to face brothers and sisters. But they were in the wrong, Father would never have condoned such reckless abandon of their principles. So he managed to save one of those that dwelled there, at least there was something good to have come out of it.

“You, said I wasn't good enough to stay, you put me away!”

She was certainly enjoying the numbers that had turned up tonight, she’d actually worried that it wouldn’t be a good night for business. She seemingly wilted, following the flow of the song, a weird one to be sure.Though it helped to keep her range of renditions varied, keep them coming back for more.

“You took away my future and my fame, but now it will change!”

Humans, Vamps, Weres, all were welcome in her establishment. Though she’d warded the place to try and remain inconspicuous to the Host. She drew up to her full height, seeming to challenge every eye in the room to look away.

"Focus on me!”

She pulled the mic stand closer, bending slightly, give them something to focus on.

“I’ll be all that they see! I’ll make them sway, no, can’t run away!”

Letting a bit of aggression mix in, to really get their gears turning as she spun. Her gaze found the latest to enter, and her insides froze. The overpowering sense of grace, this wasn’t good, but she wasn’t about to abandon her stage.

“Now all eyes one me!”

She’d spotted him, well that made things much easier. Though she was rather busy, so for the moment he watched her. She was actually rather good at this sort of thing, but then, she did sing in the dawn. While he didn’t actually have a task, as if Father knew the path he would end up walking. Which considering who their Father was, not something you could say was impossible.

"You, don't know what it's like to drown away, in a puddle of shame.”

Xandramis softening her voice, almost pleading, well right now she was in the mood for some pleading. She definitely didn’t want this Angel to figure out who she was, hopefully the influx of demon and angels on Earth would confuse them. Had to be a member of the Host though, why else would they dress up so fancy?

“You, yes you, made me Insane!”

She held the last note for a some time, her mind racing as to what exactly she could do. Nothing much, even a guardian angel was likely to best her in a fight these days. This choir girl wasn’t exactly in great shape for facing her brother, and she could feel he was likely beyond her back in her heyday. Well if this was going to be her last song, she might as well give it some beans. Ripping the mic from the stand she strutted forward, hoping she might at least get an encore.

“But not anymore! I'm in control! I have the stage, you can't turn the page! Now do as you're told.”

Genesis smiled, it was like his sister was directly challenging him. She certainly had a flare for that sort of thing, probably what ended up being her downfall. Xandramis was the sort of person who pushed back, she’d have probably suited being an Authority, or Power as some call them. They were all a bit feisty, but then it was part of their task to be so.

Focus on me! I'll be all that they see! I'll make them sway, no, can't run away!”

Swaying, she glided across the stage, taking in each adoring face. They would sustain her, keep the flames of hell from searing her hope away. Though more than that, they’d galvanise her to face a brother, as she wasn’t going to go quietly.

“Now all eyes on me! Now all eyes on, All eyes on me!”

Genesis clapped as the music came to and end, he noted she departed the stage almost instantly. The sound of flapping wings and he too was gone, a trick only Angelic wings can manage. Humans might call it teleportation, it was a bit more involved than that, but the word might suffice. She was certainly fast, a fire escape was already open, and it wasn’t like he waited to head backstage. So he walked through the door, unafraid, for fear just wasn’t built into them, indecision on the other hand.

“Sister, you seem to be a bit out of sorts.”

Xandramis was already transformed, her eyes darkened. Lit by the stars that seemed to permeate her entire being, she never did understand why their defiance of Father changed each of them differently. But she’d make this Angel regret hunting her down, even if she was without weapons, or anything to back her up.

“The hunted always tend to be, Brother.”

Dropping down on him seemed like a good idea at the time, but alas it wasn’t. His smile didn’t even fade as he plucked her out of the sky and set her down on the ground. Her eyes narrowed, that nailed it, Seraphim. Come to finish off the job they started on Sanctuary.

“You’ll have to find someone else, as I’m not going to hell!”

Genesis felt the old sorrow, but he didn’t show it. Seem the fall of her Sanctuary had rattled his sister a lot more than he’d expected. Seeing foes in any angel, though perhaps she didn’t recognise him. Which could be solved with but one change, using his wings to parry her rather feeble gesture of defiance. He let himself be known, well at least enough to get it into her head. He rather not have every Angel and Demon for miles knowing Genesis happened to be in town.

Pushing herself off the wings, she felt it. Father’s love, seems she ought to recognise that. Well that and the one who was using it as a shield even though they had no need to, she had to be sure though.

“Gene?”

He nodded, his wings disappear along with the sense of his grace. Still unwilling to go around flaunting it himself it would seem, well that would be something the oddball would decide was smart. Last she saw him, he was standing between her and the Seraphim of the Host.

“Why aren’t you dead?”

Genesis shrugged, well that question had no real answer. Though he could probably cook one or two up if he had to.

“Father’s will I suppose..”

“Don’t say it, you know it sounds corny.”

Her form returned to what it was, though her dress was soaked. Rain was quite irksome that way, though she had to wonder why she hadn’t thought it could be Gene. Who else would waltz around the Earth with so little care about entering a warded building that housed a demon or two and wait for her to end the song?

“But it’s true none the less, considering the odds we’d meet again. Thought they had carted all of you to hell, lets go inside, and I’ll fix your dress.”

She did as he suggested, and promptly he pressed his hand against her stomach. Prudish perhaps as she wouldn’t have wasted the opportunity to cop a feel. But it still dried out the dress, she pulled the fire escape closed again.

“Umm Mistress Rand, we’re ready for the next set.”

It was a human, seemingly one of Xandramis’ employees. They were giving him a rather odd look, then again he was an odd sort of thing to look at he supposed. Overly dressed, but then it suited him, reminded him of happier times. When a brother gave him advice on clothing, a brother he’d likely never see again.

“Dolly can take the stage, I’m rather busy right now as you can no doubt see.”

She wasn’t the only singer, after all she had to run the business too. Well that and she wasn’t going to work her fingers to the bone, not when she could enjoy herself. Right now that meant, she gets to spend time with a brother she thought was certainly dead. Gene was right, very mysterious of Father to let that happen.

“Very well ma’am, anything else?”

“Nothing for the moment, we’ll out front anyway.”

That decision would allow her to keep an eye on things, Dolly wasn’t as firm with the crowd as she was. A nice booth would also do better than her private rooms, public suggested business, private was an entirely different matter. Once they seated themselves, she could get to know just how Gene got away, and what he’s been up to. As frankly, he’d done a better job staying off the radar than her apparently. Maybe coax him to sticking around, as frankly she might need a friendly face on her side should things turn sideways. Gene was likely the friendliest face one could find, and she missed the company she lost when the Host smashed he lil rock.

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Re: If I Should Return IC

Post by tashathewolf » Wed Jun 19, 2019 7:33 am

The look Dalkerek was giving Robert, made the older man assume he did not know exactly what Celeste. Something he figured cpuld be explained at another date should the ever encounter each other again.

Robert let out a chuckle when Dalkerek mentioned how touchy everyone was back where he was from. "Yeah that is not going to fly with Celeste," he stated. "Or with many people here in the city. I would warn you you should ask or explain yourself before doing so. Especially to a young, adult woman such as Celeste. You should not just touch her so casually you know. Does not exactly look right."

As the young man continued talking, it started becoming even more apparent that he was not from around here. Or rather not even from this world by how it sounded. "You have to be pulling my leg here right?" Robert stated as he folded one arm across his chest and brought the other to his chin slightly laughing. "You seriously do not know what a hunter is? A person who basically polices anyone who is not human. Sometimes human. But only humans can deal with other humans mostly."

He squinted when Dalkerek talked about the way people addressed Celeste. In truth she was a bit rough, but at the same time some random stranger pet her like she was some dog so this time was justified. "You...you'ee not from around here are you?" Robert questioned the young man stansing before him. "May I ask where exactly are you from that you do not know what hunters are or the circumstances that majority of the world is in right now?"
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Post by Ninmast » Wed Jun 19, 2019 7:46 am

"Oh, I know what hunters are," Dalkerek corrected, stressing the word. "But it doesn't sound like they're talking about woodsmen." He picked up his bag of groceries again and stuffed his hands into his pocket, so that the bag was hanging from his forearm. "Doesn't really matter, though," he said, giving the gossipers another critical glance. "Rude is rude."

After a moment, he turned back to Robert. "Oh, hey, how far do you guys have to go? My place isn't big, but I got a frozen pizza and some soda I can offer the two of you as apology for upsetting Celeste."
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