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Introduction
For millennia, men have fought and killed over power, greed and religion. During this time the Devil, the fallen angel Azazel, has watched and plotted from his exile in Hell, silently and successfully recruiting more and more of these mortal beings to his dark plan. Whilst in Heaven the Lord has watched in sorrow and grown embittered ~ He made these men in His own image, He made them for Good, to live upon this world He created for all eternity in peace. How are they so easily tempted? How many times must He bring flood and plague to these mortals before they finally learn their lesson? Perhaps it is too late. Perhaps it is better to allow them to destroy themselves once and for all.
The year is now 2012, and the Mayan calendar has come to an end, signifying a great change to come upon the Earth. This is when Azazel plans his uprising. This is when he will once again claim his rightful place in Heaven, and cast out the One who left him to burn in the fires of the underworld. He looks out from his terrible dark throne and smiles at the chaos and sorrow he has created among Man ~ the ecosystem is dying, where once there were vast rainforests now stand dry, barren plains, animals are becoming extinct, breed after breed, the Earth's resources are being callously used and abused with no thought as to replenishing them. What the Lord created with so much love, so his creations are killing slowly but surely. Azazel smiles. He has been patient for thousands of years. Not long now.
But even though God has turned His face from His children, His celestial armies have not. They are more like unto Man than is the Lord Himself, and they have come to admire the good which still remains in some humans, the courage with which those few fight against the forces of evil, the determination with which they protect those they love.
These angels are rebellious, and will stop at nothing to see the devil retreat into the pit from whence he came once more.
Will you join the fight? And if so, which side will you choose?
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This RP is VERY loosely based on the movie Legion, mostly because I love the way the movie portrayed the angels. It is NOT a Legion RP however, as the forces of evil are in league with the devil rather than just God being fed up with us all! It is not set in a cafe in the middle of nowhere, nor is there a new Messiah about to be born (although that could become a plot point sometime in the future).
I will accept humans (men, women and children), angels and demons. I may possibly accept vampires, werewolves etc, but they would have to have begun life as some form of demon, whether they then turn towards the Light is up to them. Similarly angels can turn to the darkside, muhahahahaha! I may or may not accept someone to play God, but I will have to have known that player beforehand if I do, as playing God kinda circumvents the very idea of no Godmodding, lol. If anyone wants to play the devil though carry on ^_^
I want this to be a realistic role play in that there are ordinary human beings with no super powers, and it is set in the real world in modern times. Obviously we are bending reality slightly what with all the angels and demons etc, but I don't want hundreds of different creatures ~ it makes the whole role play too difficult to control. (I'm not a control freak, honest!! I just don't like people coming up with more and more way out charries just to outdo each other.) I cannot stand Mary Sues either, sorry. I won't have countless young, tragic but beautiful girls who just happen to be martial arts experts!! Keep your humans real please. I like to see proper character development, with flaws and faults.
I would like to see varied characters, and nice informative posts please. I don't mean long posts necessarily (I won't insist on three paragraphs or anything as I know from experience sometimes less is more, and also overly long posts lead to the reader skipping and sometimes missing an important point), but details are always nice, with descriptions of surroundings, or of the character's observations.
Beginners welcome, but a standard will be set so please don't mind if advice or constructive critisism is given :)
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Accepting New Characters
Angels:
These celestial beings are the firstborn of God. There are many different kinds of angel ~ warriors, messengers, guides ~ and come in many forms, but all are made of pure light. They cannot change their form or appearance, but some (not all, just the guardian angels who appear to humans in their hour of need) can appear as ordinary human beings (ie. their wings are not seen by Man). They are immortal, have great strength and healing abilities which they draw from the light of the Universe, but they are not invulnerable. They can be injured and killed, they bruise and bleed, just like any mortal man.
Orders of Celestial Host are:
Archangels ~ the highest order. These are the warriors, the soldiers of God, and are closest to Him in thought and deed. It is the Archangels who guard the Heavens, and fight off the minions of the devil. They cannot hide their wings. Gabriel and Michael are two such angels.
Seraphim ~ These are the spiritual guides, the lightest of the Host and the most pleasing in appearance. They serve to guide souls up to Heaven as they depart their earthly form. They can appear as humans, but generally prefer not to.
Cherabim ~ These are the guardian angels, those who are most suited to helping humans. They can appear as men and women themselves, and delight in doing so, some prefering to spend the equivalent of a mortal lifetime on Earth. They are the most like humans in appearance, only seeming slightly ethereal to anyone who is fortunate enough to know one. They are the 'imaginary friends' of children, the voice of reason and comfort to those in need.
For help creating your angel or finding a name try visiting http://www.seraphim.com/.
Demons:
These were angels once, and when Azazel was cast out of Heaven they fell too, being the most like him in demeanor and heart. Azazel, being strong and cunning, gave them the ability to change their appearance, and many walk among Men as one of them, spreading lies and dissension. There are countless kinds of demon, taking on the forms of humans, animals, and other less savoury creatures. They are stronger than humans, but not invincible. They can be killed just as angels, but the ability to change their form, and their association with the devil, has lessened their ability to heal so quickly. They can no longer draw upon God's holy light to heal themselves as do the angels.
For help creating your demon try this site http://www.20000-names.com/underworld_names.htm which has various demonic names.
Humans:
Men and women the world over have ever been searching for something ~ for power, for enlightenment, for love. They were created in the image of God by His hand, to live upon the Earth in peace. But their hearts and minds are weak, and the devil's followers are sly and cunning. These frail beings are easily led into the ways of evil, and as a consequence their world is gradually dying, ripped apart by their greed. Its resources are almost gone, birds and animals dying, and while some fat cats prosper, others, ordinary men and women, struggle to survive. There is good and evil in all of them, and the devil's servants prey upon the weak and lonely, promising them untold riches and their hearts' desires if they will but follow their dark lord. A few still believe in the Light, and these are the few who will be called upon to aid the angelic host in the final battle against their ancient foe.
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And as a final note:
I does love to see a picture of a character, so feel free to use banners with your posts :)
Rules
No godmodding
This is a mature role play, so expect to see scenes of violence.
Swearing is permitted, but only in so far as it is essential to the plot. No gratuitous foul language please.
Similarly with scenes of a sexual nature ~ permitted, but nothing too graphic, and only if they add to the storyline in a significant way.
17+ only please
Experienced role players, although beginners welcome if they are willing to be helped and advised.
Third person past tense please, so we're all on the same page.
This is a mature role play, so expect to see scenes of violence.
Swearing is permitted, but only in so far as it is essential to the plot. No gratuitous foul language please.
Similarly with scenes of a sexual nature ~ permitted, but nothing too graphic, and only if they add to the storyline in a significant way.
17+ only please
Experienced role players, although beginners welcome if they are willing to be helped and advised.
Third person past tense please, so we're all on the same page.
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Nala played by chocolateloversuntie
She has a temper and wont hesitate to use it. An archangel of God. Lost on the way of life, trying to find her way back.
Requiem Knightmare played by Soki
"Do you really wish to Envy Death? Because I'm the one who's reaping your soul"
Apollyon, also known as Abaddon played by BGGenesis
In the abyss waiting for an angel or demon to come and make a deal with him to fight by their side
"I will ascend to heaven; I will raise my throne above the stars of God; I will sit on the mount of congregation on the heights of Zaphon; I will ascend to the tops of the clouds, I will make myself like the Most High."
War played by Winds Of Fate
"Think not that I am come to send peace on earth: I came not to send peace, but a sword."
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OOC Notes
Nala
She leaned agaisnt the railing looking up at the clouds. If looking at her from an untrained eye you would have thought she was mad about something or looking for a fight with someone, but that was not true. That was the vibe that Nala ussaully gave off, a scary vibe. She glared up at the white clouds trying to figure out her past, trying to figure out herself. What was the deal with the dagger straped to her thigh. Was it only a weopon? Or something treasured by her old self? It seemed important but the reason is still unknown. She looked down at her bare feet. She did know one thing though. She still doesnt like shoes.
She leaned agaisnt the railing looking up at the clouds. If looking at her from an untrained eye you would have thought she was mad about something or looking for a fight with someone, but that was not true. That was the vibe that Nala ussaully gave off, a scary vibe. She glared up at the white clouds trying to figure out her past, trying to figure out herself. What was the deal with the dagger straped to her thigh. Was it only a weopon? Or something treasured by her old self? It seemed important but the reason is still unknown. She looked down at her bare feet. She did know one thing though. She still doesnt like shoes.
OOC Notes
Gabriel stood on the outermost rampart of the Heavens, gazing unseeing down through the fermament towards Earth. His thoughts were elsewhere... elsewhere and elsewhen - back in a time when things were much simpler, and his heart was not so troubled as it now seemed. In the beginning, at the dawn of time, there had been so much hope for the future. When he and his brothers were the only sons, before the weak creatures who now resided below had existed, when his Father had loved him...
The huge form hunched his broad, brooding shoulders, wing feathers shivering and settling, then bowed his head and closed his timeless, inhuman eyes to the horrors which lay constantly behind his vision. His heart was tormented, confused, and he was in need of guidance. Where was his brother when he needed him?
The Lord had issued an order... and for the first time in four billion years Gabriel was not sure whether he could obey it. The order was to take a message to the gates of Hell itself... to tell Azazel that he had won, that he could have the earth and all who resided there, that God no longer cared what Fate held for His children.
Through countless ages Gabriel had been carrying messages... messages of goodwill, messages of hope, messages of great portent, and messages of dark promise, but all those messages had one thing in common - they were delivered to Man, to one of God's children. As a father would warn his wayward son before meting out a punishment, so God would warn his own children of impending doom. As a teacher would reward his pupils by giving them the promise of something good to look forward to, so God would give his own disciples the promise of great impending joy.
This though, this was different altogether. This seemed like a betrayal of Man's trust, and while Gabriel did not hold much love for the feeble creatures, he could not help but think they should at least be warned.
Of course, the vast majority of them had already turned towards the dark, if they only but knew it. The greed, the power struggles, the wars and the hoarding of resources already meant the world was well on its way to being destroyed. But to give no warning of what was to come... Gabriel did not think it was right.
But he had always been the good son, the dutiful son. Unlike some, he had never failed in his duty to his Father. He had always been vigilant, unstinting in his labors, and loyal to his God. He had not once questioned a command, nor failed to do the Lord's bidding instantly, without hesitation.
Now though, for the first time since God had placed the light of Heaven into this angel's pale eyes, Gabriel was torn.
OOC Notes
Nala
The angel felt as if her heart was heavy with untold grief, grief of the past, grief for the future. The grief was unknown to her. Nala looked at her hands, they were covered with faint scars and she wondered, "What have I done to make me look like this."
She looked down at the heavens. Why does she feel alone when her Fathers love was spread through her. Only then did she find out the answer. Because noone could take away the emptiness inside, hes never felt alone.
Her shoulders haunched over as she looked down, she could feel the tears fall. The first time Nala has ever cried, the first time she had felt this way. She turned her back to the clouds to see Gaberail, he looked torn by a descision.
She resisted the temptation that flooded over her to go and say Hello to the grief stricken Messanger. She took out her dagger and flipped it over several times as if searching for something that wasn't there. She had done this many times before. She felt a strong connection to the dagger but could not figure out why. She was lost n her own world, lost in her own mind, lost for eternity.
The angel felt as if her heart was heavy with untold grief, grief of the past, grief for the future. The grief was unknown to her. Nala looked at her hands, they were covered with faint scars and she wondered, "What have I done to make me look like this."
She looked down at the heavens. Why does she feel alone when her Fathers love was spread through her. Only then did she find out the answer. Because noone could take away the emptiness inside, hes never felt alone.
Her shoulders haunched over as she looked down, she could feel the tears fall. The first time Nala has ever cried, the first time she had felt this way. She turned her back to the clouds to see Gaberail, he looked torn by a descision.
She resisted the temptation that flooded over her to go and say Hello to the grief stricken Messanger. She took out her dagger and flipped it over several times as if searching for something that wasn't there. She had done this many times before. She felt a strong connection to the dagger but could not figure out why. She was lost n her own world, lost in her own mind, lost for eternity.
OOC Notes
(Going to take the initiative and set the time of day and weather, hope this is ok)
The rain fell hard as the sun hid behind clouds that never seemed to part. The ladies of the night called out to the men, hoping to turn a trick, to get out of the rain. Those whose addictions were taking their life sat in the rain, their minds on happier times. Dahlia walked slowly in the rain, her short black hair plastered to her face. She had just sent another person to hell. She smiled, that's what her boss always said. How can there be a hell when life was this bad? To throw someone to a world where the weak were prayed upon, where once hope reigned, now people waited for sweet death; then tell them that they were going to a place much worse then this...Dahlia would curse a god that would allow such to happen.
Her gun still smoke from the kill, her clothes still bloodied. Once she was innocent, once she was just a highschool student, now she was a hired gun, a murderer. She heard some of the hungry beg her for money. She reached in her pocket pulling out a few coins and tossing it to them. She just wanted to get out of the rain, just wanted to get dry.
The door to the run down building she called home came into view. She saw her boss's thugs outside, they grinned as she came near. For her loyalty she got a private apartment. She half ran, half jogged the rest of the way, eager to get out of the rain. The men moved aside, knowing her face, saying nothing to her. She sighed, looking up the four flights of stairs, she would kill for an elevator, or power.
When she finally made it to her door she opened. No locks, he liked it this way. He could barge in on her whenever he wanted. She kicked off her boots and threw all her guns on the floor across the room. Having a gun near while drifting was not a good thing. She took out the pill and put it under her tongue as she laid in her bed, finding her blankets as she shivered.
It wasn't long before she forgot the cold. The world seemed to blur as if she was falling, as if the world was twirling, and she breathed as the drug began to pump through her veins. Images of happier times, of sunlight and boys and bad grades filled her head. She saw their big house, with a lawn so big the gardener had to use a riding lawn mower. She saw her mother, perfect in every way, her smile only bringing warmth to the world. Her old friends, talking about the latest gossip, their biggest worry what they would wear to the big gig Friday night. For a moment, she forgot that she was shivering in an old bed in a torn down apartment.
The rain fell hard as the sun hid behind clouds that never seemed to part. The ladies of the night called out to the men, hoping to turn a trick, to get out of the rain. Those whose addictions were taking their life sat in the rain, their minds on happier times. Dahlia walked slowly in the rain, her short black hair plastered to her face. She had just sent another person to hell. She smiled, that's what her boss always said. How can there be a hell when life was this bad? To throw someone to a world where the weak were prayed upon, where once hope reigned, now people waited for sweet death; then tell them that they were going to a place much worse then this...Dahlia would curse a god that would allow such to happen.
Her gun still smoke from the kill, her clothes still bloodied. Once she was innocent, once she was just a highschool student, now she was a hired gun, a murderer. She heard some of the hungry beg her for money. She reached in her pocket pulling out a few coins and tossing it to them. She just wanted to get out of the rain, just wanted to get dry.
The door to the run down building she called home came into view. She saw her boss's thugs outside, they grinned as she came near. For her loyalty she got a private apartment. She half ran, half jogged the rest of the way, eager to get out of the rain. The men moved aside, knowing her face, saying nothing to her. She sighed, looking up the four flights of stairs, she would kill for an elevator, or power.
When she finally made it to her door she opened. No locks, he liked it this way. He could barge in on her whenever he wanted. She kicked off her boots and threw all her guns on the floor across the room. Having a gun near while drifting was not a good thing. She took out the pill and put it under her tongue as she laid in her bed, finding her blankets as she shivered.
It wasn't long before she forgot the cold. The world seemed to blur as if she was falling, as if the world was twirling, and she breathed as the drug began to pump through her veins. Images of happier times, of sunlight and boys and bad grades filled her head. She saw their big house, with a lawn so big the gardener had to use a riding lawn mower. She saw her mother, perfect in every way, her smile only bringing warmth to the world. Her old friends, talking about the latest gossip, their biggest worry what they would wear to the big gig Friday night. For a moment, she forgot that she was shivering in an old bed in a torn down apartment.
OOC Notes
Tyson
He leaned agaisnt the wall in the pouring rain. He tightened up the hood of his black hoodie. He seemed lost in thought. Somewhere in this world of darkness there was a light He walked through the puddles towards the church. He muttered stuff under his breath, reminders for the future.
Nala
She finally put the Dagger back in its holder. She looked up at the stars, "Why? why do I have to lose everything?" She asked noone, mostly talking to noone. She kicked the stone railing and grabbed her foot in pain. She forgot she wasnt wearing shoes, She cursed quietly under her breath and she leaned agaisnt the wall. She stretched her wings and took of into the starry night soaring over everything, just to see if she remembered how to fly.
He leaned agaisnt the wall in the pouring rain. He tightened up the hood of his black hoodie. He seemed lost in thought. Somewhere in this world of darkness there was a light He walked through the puddles towards the church. He muttered stuff under his breath, reminders for the future.
Nala
She finally put the Dagger back in its holder. She looked up at the stars, "Why? why do I have to lose everything?" She asked noone, mostly talking to noone. She kicked the stone railing and grabbed her foot in pain. She forgot she wasnt wearing shoes, She cursed quietly under her breath and she leaned agaisnt the wall. She stretched her wings and took of into the starry night soaring over everything, just to see if she remembered how to fly.
OOC Notes
Phillip sat alone in his church, in the left hand corner of the first row of pews as always when he had the place to himself. It was late, but he couldn't sleep. Too many thoughts buzzed around his overactive mind, and he knew that if he went home, back to the small but adequate house the next street over which the Church provided, his housekeeper, Mrs Connor, would be fussing over him. She would be in bed by now of course, but the minute she heard his key in the door she would be up, wrapping her diaphanous house coat around her confortable frame, and insisting on making him coffee. Why did it always have to be coffee? Could she not have gotten the hang of tea by now? A good, honest cup of English tea... Phillip would do almost anything to taste a good honest cup of tea, just once. That was all he missed of his native Wales. He certainly didn't miss the rain or the heavy mists which would descend across the hills at the drop of a hat. Although judging by the sound of running water and dripping gutters from outside right now, this city seemed to be giving the damp British soil a run for its money.
Phillip sighed, and clasped his hands together, bowing his head in prayer. Another gunshot tonight, another soul no doubt consigned to Heaven to meet its maker. What was the world coming to that such a thing was an every day occurrence now? One that nobody took any notice of... Phillip wondered if anyone had actually summoned the police, and if so, had they responded? It seemed less and less crimes were solved these days, more and more accepted without question.
"Why are you doing this to us Father?" he whispered aloud in a moment of weakness. "Why do you make them suffer so?"
Of course, he knew this anger, this greed, this hatred, was not God's doing but the devil's. Lucifer constantly preyed upon the weak, had done since the beginning of time. But it seemed that the cycle of madness was growing every day, spinning out of control towards God knew what. Phillip was just one man, and despite his faith, he was beginning to think it might not be enough.
OOC Notes
A man was perched on the edge of one of the tall buildings near the apartment the woman had slipped off into. He watched the thugs standing in front of the door, he shifted his position and only shook his head. He had heard the gun shot himself, finding it interesting to see another hired gun around this city. He soon began his descent from the building as he looked towards the sky, his only visible eye staring into the distant of the grey sky. He returned his sights to the area around him, deciding to take refuge in the nearby church. A demon entering a church, how laughable a thought, then again what type of demon was he? When he himself would kill his own kind for gain.
He could care less about any creature that walked this world; be it demon or angel. He would kill anyone for his gain, anyone that deserved death, though even through that fact he would never harm an innocent, though his views of innocence only extended to humanity, never an angel. He cleared his head of thoughts that didn't matter. He opened the large doors of the church entering and shaking the water from his hood and squeezing it from his ragged cloak. After drying himself off to the best of his abilities currently, his eye caught the sight of a lone man sitting ahead of him, no other idea met his mind; it had to be the residential priest. He knew not the man's name but knew it was in polite to enter the holy father's domain without first greeting, or making yourself known to his servant. "Father.." His voice rang out in the dull silence, with the only audible noise that of the rain pattering lightly outside. He acknowledged the man, there in it rested in the human's decision to address him or to ignore his words. He cared for neither, though he did hope the man wouldn't mind the fact he was fully armed, and armored, this could very well be a stand-offish appearance to most. To him, it was a daily thing, never left where ever he slept without all his gear, for the very reason that you never knew what you'd meet just around the corner. Feeling the need to rest his legs he sat down in the back stretching out his long legs and letting his hood fall from his head to rest on his shoulders, his long black hair steadily falling back into place to cover his left eye, but parting unnaturally so his right eye had clear vision of his frontal surroundings.
He could care less about any creature that walked this world; be it demon or angel. He would kill anyone for his gain, anyone that deserved death, though even through that fact he would never harm an innocent, though his views of innocence only extended to humanity, never an angel. He cleared his head of thoughts that didn't matter. He opened the large doors of the church entering and shaking the water from his hood and squeezing it from his ragged cloak. After drying himself off to the best of his abilities currently, his eye caught the sight of a lone man sitting ahead of him, no other idea met his mind; it had to be the residential priest. He knew not the man's name but knew it was in polite to enter the holy father's domain without first greeting, or making yourself known to his servant. "Father.." His voice rang out in the dull silence, with the only audible noise that of the rain pattering lightly outside. He acknowledged the man, there in it rested in the human's decision to address him or to ignore his words. He cared for neither, though he did hope the man wouldn't mind the fact he was fully armed, and armored, this could very well be a stand-offish appearance to most. To him, it was a daily thing, never left where ever he slept without all his gear, for the very reason that you never knew what you'd meet just around the corner. Feeling the need to rest his legs he sat down in the back stretching out his long legs and letting his hood fall from his head to rest on his shoulders, his long black hair steadily falling back into place to cover his left eye, but parting unnaturally so his right eye had clear vision of his frontal surroundings.
OOC Notes
It didn't last nearly as long enough. She woke from blissful dreams and felt sick to her stomach. She sat up slowly, her face feeling as if it had been drained of all life. The rain still beat down and her fingers were so cold she could barely feel them. She got out of bed, shivering as her feet touched the cold concrete floor, and grabbed her gun, gong to the kitchen.
There hadn't been power in years. Most food came from the clubs or from the few people who still had soup kitchens open. She began to take her gun apart, cleaning it. There was no blood on the gun, but even so the look on the man's face still echoed in her mind. That was the way it was no, kill or be manipulated by the strong. She would be no man's money bringer, so she had picked up the gun. The smell of gunpowder filled her nose, and she stood quietly in the kitchen cleaning the gun, listening to the rain.
She used to love the rain when she was home, it would sing her to sleep. But home had heat, and a real bed. Now it was just cold, and the grayness of everything made it feel colder then it actually was. She sighed and sang a song quietly that she used to love. It had no real meaning, just a song that once played on the radio. She missed simple things like that.
There hadn't been power in years. Most food came from the clubs or from the few people who still had soup kitchens open. She began to take her gun apart, cleaning it. There was no blood on the gun, but even so the look on the man's face still echoed in her mind. That was the way it was no, kill or be manipulated by the strong. She would be no man's money bringer, so she had picked up the gun. The smell of gunpowder filled her nose, and she stood quietly in the kitchen cleaning the gun, listening to the rain.
She used to love the rain when she was home, it would sing her to sleep. But home had heat, and a real bed. Now it was just cold, and the grayness of everything made it feel colder then it actually was. She sighed and sang a song quietly that she used to love. It had no real meaning, just a song that once played on the radio. She missed simple things like that.
OOC Notes
Nala
She slumped agasnt the wall, staring at Gaberail. 'Maybe he could help me.' She thought, putting her her short hair behind her ears.
It had been a week since she had woke up , noone visited, noone cared. She was still alone, and desperate for someone to care. Nala wanted to look to the sky and scream, scream for mercy, scream for love. Why did she feel betrayed? Nothing was in her, nothing was left.
A flash of memory, looking up at a demon with the full intent to hurt him. Sheclutched her throbbing head. It was like bad televison, she couldn't get a good reception. Heaven wasn't suppoused to be this painful, Heaven wasn't supposed to be alone.
She, half out of her mind flew limply to Gaberail, she fell to her knees in frount of him, the aching throbbing pain continued. "Please help me, because noone else will." She pleaded, mostly out of pian, out of insanity.
Tyson
He opened the wooden door of the church, his face seemed hard. he knelt before ather Plillup and bowed his head. "Forgive me father, for I have sinned. It has been 15 years since my last confession." He said, it was clear he was an ex-thug. Tattoos covered his arms.
She slumped agasnt the wall, staring at Gaberail. 'Maybe he could help me.' She thought, putting her her short hair behind her ears.
It had been a week since she had woke up , noone visited, noone cared. She was still alone, and desperate for someone to care. Nala wanted to look to the sky and scream, scream for mercy, scream for love. Why did she feel betrayed? Nothing was in her, nothing was left.
A flash of memory, looking up at a demon with the full intent to hurt him. Sheclutched her throbbing head. It was like bad televison, she couldn't get a good reception. Heaven wasn't suppoused to be this painful, Heaven wasn't supposed to be alone.
She, half out of her mind flew limply to Gaberail, she fell to her knees in frount of him, the aching throbbing pain continued. "Please help me, because noone else will." She pleaded, mostly out of pian, out of insanity.
Tyson
He opened the wooden door of the church, his face seemed hard. he knelt before ather Plillup and bowed his head. "Forgive me father, for I have sinned. It has been 15 years since my last confession." He said, it was clear he was an ex-thug. Tattoos covered his arms.
OOC Notes
Phillip heard the heavy wood and iron doors of the church swing open behind him, and felt the cold blast of air as it swarmed down the center aisle. He half rose and turned his head to see... well, there was a time when he would have the strangest looking man he had ever seen... but now there were so many odd figures abroad that it had become almost the norm. As the priest watched, the tall stranger began the tedious job of trying to dry himself off, and for a moment, unseen, Phillip observed him in silence. He really was very tall, and from what Phillip could see in the gloom he was dark ~ wet strands of hair hanging over his narrow face. He was clothed... strangely, as though he had just come out of one of those clubs where you couldn't tell if men were men or women women, and PVC was the most sought after fabric to wear. Phillip grimaced at the thought, but kept those thoughts to himself. Tolerance, patience, acceptance... all these things were among the first lessons learned when taking the vows. But it was hard, in a place like this, to smile benignly at the the assortment of criminals and low life he met every day, to refrain from judging. It was not his place.
The tall stranger spoke finally, making Phillip jump as the hollow sound reverberated round the emptiness of the church. He stood, putting his usual bland smile on his face as he stepped out of the pew.
"Welcome," he replied pleasantly, blue gaze taking in the fact that one of the strangers own eyes were covered, but unable to see the other in the gloom. "Would you like some privacy, or...?"
He left the question hanging in the air, unsure whether a man such as this might be seeking the confessional. He somehow didn't think so. There was an air of... otherworldliness about him, and not only because of the unusual... almost armor, that he wore. For the moment Phillip did not, or chose not to, notice the weapons the man carried, instead making to leave the man in peace as he headed towards the vestry (Ooc: do Catholic churches have vestries??).
As he began to walk, another sound caused him to turn once more, only to see yet another, younger man enter the church. Phillip raised his eyes to Heaven briefly. For days no one bothers to enter the house of God at all, and now suddenly here are two seeking comfort.
"What is it my child?" Phillip enquired gently, reaching to touch the top of the young man's head.
"Father.."
The tall stranger spoke finally, making Phillip jump as the hollow sound reverberated round the emptiness of the church. He stood, putting his usual bland smile on his face as he stepped out of the pew.
"Welcome," he replied pleasantly, blue gaze taking in the fact that one of the strangers own eyes were covered, but unable to see the other in the gloom. "Would you like some privacy, or...?"
He left the question hanging in the air, unsure whether a man such as this might be seeking the confessional. He somehow didn't think so. There was an air of... otherworldliness about him, and not only because of the unusual... almost armor, that he wore. For the moment Phillip did not, or chose not to, notice the weapons the man carried, instead making to leave the man in peace as he headed towards the vestry (Ooc: do Catholic churches have vestries??).
As he began to walk, another sound caused him to turn once more, only to see yet another, younger man enter the church. Phillip raised his eyes to Heaven briefly. For days no one bothers to enter the house of God at all, and now suddenly here are two seeking comfort.
"Forgive me father, for I have sinned. It has been 15 years since my last confession."
"What is it my child?" Phillip enquired gently, reaching to touch the top of the young man's head.
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(OOC They do, I am catholic and they do, i think.)
Tyson
His hair was wet, sticking to his face, that he tried so despertly to dry, but failed miserably. It was still dripping wet from the rain outside. He wondered if Father could see the blood stains on his black shirt, he hoped not. That was his past, this is his future. He let father lead the way to the confessianal, he was strongly aware of the gun in his back pocket, as it was burning a hole through his clothing. He thought back to his darkest days, staring the person in the corner of the Alley, cowering down in fear, before he pulled the trigger. That person lost everything. He didn't earn anything in return, just a shabhby apartment and a whole lot of self loathing.
He looked down at the stone flooring, staring at his shoes, wondering if his sins were to gruesome to forgive. There were so many, piling up, year after year, day after day. The bodies piled up, the pain gathered in his heart.
"Please forgive me, I meant no harm, I only wanted power, I did not know what I was doing." He pleaded, feeling his heavy heart. images flashing through his head, pain showing in his eyes.
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Tyson
His hair was wet, sticking to his face, that he tried so despertly to dry, but failed miserably. It was still dripping wet from the rain outside. He wondered if Father could see the blood stains on his black shirt, he hoped not. That was his past, this is his future. He let father lead the way to the confessianal, he was strongly aware of the gun in his back pocket, as it was burning a hole through his clothing. He thought back to his darkest days, staring the person in the corner of the Alley, cowering down in fear, before he pulled the trigger. That person lost everything. He didn't earn anything in return, just a shabhby apartment and a whole lot of self loathing.
He looked down at the stone flooring, staring at his shoes, wondering if his sins were to gruesome to forgive. There were so many, piling up, year after year, day after day. The bodies piled up, the pain gathered in his heart.
"Please forgive me, I meant no harm, I only wanted power, I did not know what I was doing." He pleaded, feeling his heavy heart. images flashing through his head, pain showing in his eyes.
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Nala
She slumped agasnt the wall, staring at Gaberail. 'Maybe he could help me.' She thought, putting her her short hair behind her ears.
It had been a week since she had woke up , noone visited, noone cared. She was still alone, and desperate for someone to care. Nala wanted to look to the sky and scream, scream for mercy, scream for love. Why did she feel betrayed? Nothing was in her, nothing was left.
A flash of memory, looking up at a demon with the full intent to hurt him. Sheclutched her throbbing head. It was like bad televison, she couldn't get a good reception. Heaven wasn't suppoused to be this painful, Heaven wasn't supposed to be alone.
She, half out of her mind flew limply to Gaberail, she fell to her knees in frount of him, the aching throbbing pain continued. "Please help me, because noone else will." She pleaded, mostly out of pian, out of insanity.
She slumped agasnt the wall, staring at Gaberail. 'Maybe he could help me.' She thought, putting her her short hair behind her ears.
It had been a week since she had woke up , noone visited, noone cared. She was still alone, and desperate for someone to care. Nala wanted to look to the sky and scream, scream for mercy, scream for love. Why did she feel betrayed? Nothing was in her, nothing was left.
A flash of memory, looking up at a demon with the full intent to hurt him. Sheclutched her throbbing head. It was like bad televison, she couldn't get a good reception. Heaven wasn't suppoused to be this painful, Heaven wasn't supposed to be alone.
She, half out of her mind flew limply to Gaberail, she fell to her knees in frount of him, the aching throbbing pain continued. "Please help me, because noone else will." She pleaded, mostly out of pian, out of insanity.
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Gabriel was half aware of the figure behind him as he stood at the very edge of Heaven, but it was of no concern to him. He frowned, engrossed in his own dilemma. One part of his mind, by far the largest part, told him to do his Father's bidding, to go directly to the gates of Purgatory and inform the minions of Azazel that they could rejoice. The puny humans deserved nothing more. They asked for it in fact, with their greed and their wars and their refusal to agree over the fundemental reality that the Earth was dying. Really, Gabriel should be pleased that the Lord had finally realised his mistake and would allow them to burn in the eternal hellfires of damnation. But that very thing was what stayed the archangel's mighty hand. 'God' and 'mistake' should never, never go together in the same sentence. The very fact that He was God, creator of all, meant that nothing he could do was a mistake. Whatever he decided was the Right Thing because He was infallable. How could He have made a mistake by creating Man? A mistake that He was now willing to brush under the carpet and forget about...
The small voice by his side caused Gabriel to stir from his revelry, and he turned abruptly, the frown deepening upon his forehead as he saw who had spoken.
"Nala..." He spoke softly,that one word still tinged with impatience though as his thoughts still vied for position in his head.
The smaller angel looked... terrible, as though she had been through some dreadful ordeal. She was pale... all angels were pale, but she looked deathly white as she sank to her knees before him. Gabriel felt uncomfortable. This was not his sphere of expertise, this caring for others. That was the realm of the lower orders... even the cold, distant, beautiful Seraphim were better equipped to deal with this than he. He was a warrior, a soldier, not a nursemaid.
"Are you injured?" he enquired awkwardly, stepping a little away from her as though he might catch her affliction.
"Please help me, because noone else will."
The small voice by his side caused Gabriel to stir from his revelry, and he turned abruptly, the frown deepening upon his forehead as he saw who had spoken.
"Nala..." He spoke softly,that one word still tinged with impatience though as his thoughts still vied for position in his head.
The smaller angel looked... terrible, as though she had been through some dreadful ordeal. She was pale... all angels were pale, but she looked deathly white as she sank to her knees before him. Gabriel felt uncomfortable. This was not his sphere of expertise, this caring for others. That was the realm of the lower orders... even the cold, distant, beautiful Seraphim were better equipped to deal with this than he. He was a warrior, a soldier, not a nursemaid.
"Are you injured?" he enquired awkwardly, stepping a little away from her as though he might catch her affliction.
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Nala
"I can't remember." She said almost pleadingly, unknown to the fact that he might not help her, she was a warrior, like him, though here she was on her knees as if begging for something she could not have. Her wings seemed battered and torn agaisnn't the unknown fight, If only she knew why her dagger was covered with blood.
She felt unwell, she needed something, but that thing was unknown to her.
She hung her head as he stepped away and stood to her feet, her stomach was scarred, it was still healing, the same with her back. "I'm-i'm sorry.." She stammered, finally coming to her senses, she took another step back, farther from the warrior, What was wrong with her?
"I can't remember." She said almost pleadingly, unknown to the fact that he might not help her, she was a warrior, like him, though here she was on her knees as if begging for something she could not have. Her wings seemed battered and torn agaisnn't the unknown fight, If only she knew why her dagger was covered with blood.
She felt unwell, she needed something, but that thing was unknown to her.
She hung her head as he stepped away and stood to her feet, her stomach was scarred, it was still healing, the same with her back. "I'm-i'm sorry.." She stammered, finally coming to her senses, she took another step back, farther from the warrior, What was wrong with her?
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Gabriel
Gabriel stared down in bewilderment at the hunched figure at his feet. She was an archangel, a warrior, just like him. What calamity can have befallen her to bring her to her knees like this? True, Gabriel had been in his fair share of battles against the forces of evil, and of course he had suffered injuries far greater than anyone should have to bear, but always he bore those injuries almost with alacrity, certainly he felt himself mentally strong, strong enough to withstand the assaults on the mind at which Satan and his followers were so adept. The female before him though... she seemed half out of her wits. What torments had the forces of Hell put her through to bring an archangel to her knees thus?
She stood, visibly attempting to pull herself together, and Gabriel watched warily in case she took a turn for the worse. He looked down upon her from his great height - Admittedly, Gabriel looked down on everyone, but this diminutive angel even more so - a deep frown drawing lines upon his pale flesh, blue eyes translucent. A shadow passed before his mind as something akin to fear clutched his heart. Things were grave indeed if Azazel was beginning to hold sway over even the great and mighty archangels of the Lord.
Gabriel did not know what to say, nor what to do. Where was Michael when he needed him? He was far more able to cope with this sort of thing than was he. He would know what to do with her, what questions to ask, how to help her. Gabriel sensed that she needed contact of some kind, but he was not one to give comfort.
"How can you not remember?" he asked bluntly, watching her impassively. "Where have you been? How long have you been back?"
"I can't remember."
Gabriel stared down in bewilderment at the hunched figure at his feet. She was an archangel, a warrior, just like him. What calamity can have befallen her to bring her to her knees like this? True, Gabriel had been in his fair share of battles against the forces of evil, and of course he had suffered injuries far greater than anyone should have to bear, but always he bore those injuries almost with alacrity, certainly he felt himself mentally strong, strong enough to withstand the assaults on the mind at which Satan and his followers were so adept. The female before him though... she seemed half out of her wits. What torments had the forces of Hell put her through to bring an archangel to her knees thus?
She stood, visibly attempting to pull herself together, and Gabriel watched warily in case she took a turn for the worse. He looked down upon her from his great height - Admittedly, Gabriel looked down on everyone, but this diminutive angel even more so - a deep frown drawing lines upon his pale flesh, blue eyes translucent. A shadow passed before his mind as something akin to fear clutched his heart. Things were grave indeed if Azazel was beginning to hold sway over even the great and mighty archangels of the Lord.
"I'm-i'm sorry.."
Gabriel did not know what to say, nor what to do. Where was Michael when he needed him? He was far more able to cope with this sort of thing than was he. He would know what to do with her, what questions to ask, how to help her. Gabriel sensed that she needed contact of some kind, but he was not one to give comfort.
"How can you not remember?" he asked bluntly, watching her impassively. "Where have you been? How long have you been back?"
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Nala
"I can only remember when I woke up in a strange place, I had horrible wounds and a pounding headache, everything else is gone, Like theres nothing left." She said finally coming back to her senses, to a point. It explained the scars on her stomach and her back, to a point but left her still desperate for more information.
Her hair strayed from behind her ears, Her ember eyes seemed lost and confused as if searching for something that was out of reach as another flash of a memory came to her, a knife, aiming for her heart. She tried to ignore the horrible image, though it seemed to linger in her clueless mind.
"How can you not remember?Where have you been? How long have you been back?"
"I can only remember when I woke up in a strange place, I had horrible wounds and a pounding headache, everything else is gone, Like theres nothing left." She said finally coming back to her senses, to a point. It explained the scars on her stomach and her back, to a point but left her still desperate for more information.
Her hair strayed from behind her ears, Her ember eyes seemed lost and confused as if searching for something that was out of reach as another flash of a memory came to her, a knife, aiming for her heart. She tried to ignore the horrible image, though it seemed to linger in her clueless mind.
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A burst of laughter roused him from his reverie. Michael stretched. Sighed. Stood. The last few dozen months, though only a tiny fraction of his lifetime, had hit him much harder than almost anything he had experienced before. He felt constantly drained, both mentally and emotionally, and it was difficult to live up to his reputation. Everybody expected him to be encouraging and motivated, and holding pep talks was the last thing he felt like doing. He could get away with moping for a while, as almost all the angels knew just how bad things had gotten, and it would affect him even more than it did the cherubim. They extended to him words of consolation and sympathy, but half-heartedly. He smiled to himself, the gesture faintly gracing his sombre features. What else did he expect? Nobody could drag him out of this sorrow, simply because he did not allow them to see him in it. Regret briefly flitted across his mind, before he banished it with noble logic: to lift his spirits, somebody would first have to sink to his level. He could not inflict this feeling upon anybody else. Therefore, he should dwell on it alone for as long as he needed.
His smile strengthened as his optimism boosted his mood. Things were dire, there was no denying it, but the humans would be alright in the end. He would protect them, the Father would protect them, and surely their hard times would bring out the best in them? He had seen such instances already, small acts of heroism and bravery. Most of them were frightened, suffering and out of their depth, but once they understood they had allies and help, they would strengthen too. He still believed that, after everything he had seen. Greed and carelessness had scoured the land and destroyed its creatures, but perhaps that was for the better, he reasoned. There would be no war whilst the nations were scrambling so helplessly, no conflict, no nuclear weaponry deployed. Values and priorities would change; people would start to see what mattered in life. Or at least, that was what he hoped. Whatever their path, he would be there to guide them with God’s love and support behind him. Well, he reconsidered, that was the best case scenario. He had no idea what the Father would and would not support. The only thing he knew was that it didn’t matter. He would be there, he concluded resolutely. No matter what happened to them, they would survive. It was all they could do.
With a second sigh, he began ambling in the direction of the edge of Heaven. He carefully balanced walking and flying to keep his strength equal, and today it was time to walk places. He wasn’t quite finished musing to himself, but a bundle of noisy cherubim had turned up, ruining his peace. So, as most angels did, he headed for the quiet borders to find solace. As he got closer, he noticed a very familiar shape, standing with his back to Michael. His brow creased a little. He was pretty sure that Gabriel had been sent to do something, though nobody knew what. Curiosity sparked, and he changed his course to approach him. As he neared, he picked out a voice, a bemused female voice. All he heard was, “…there’s nothing left.”
He reached Gabriel, stepping around him and seeing for the first time another angel, kneeling. She looked bereft: thin, dishevelled hair, ripped clothing, barefoot and staring up at Gabriel with vulnerable eyes. A twinge of sympathy twisted in Michael’s chest. What had happened to her? He didn’t recognise her, but she looked like she could be a warrior, which, he theorised, would be how Gabriel knew her. There was something about her that didn’t seem quite right, not exactly normal or healthy. He wasn’t sure, but he definitely wanted to know and, more importantly, help her.
“Gabriel,” he greeted with the usual courtesy. He was always meticulously well-mannered with Gabriel, not wanting to cause any more tension between the two of them, although the other archangel had a knack for creating it. He turned to the woman, and immediately crouched to her level, briefly offering a kind smile. “I don’t believe we have met. I am Michael.” He presumed she would recognise his name, even if she had not recognised him. He hoped she would let him help her, if she hadn’t been scared senseless by Gabriel’s towering bulk already. He chuckled internally at the thought.
His smile strengthened as his optimism boosted his mood. Things were dire, there was no denying it, but the humans would be alright in the end. He would protect them, the Father would protect them, and surely their hard times would bring out the best in them? He had seen such instances already, small acts of heroism and bravery. Most of them were frightened, suffering and out of their depth, but once they understood they had allies and help, they would strengthen too. He still believed that, after everything he had seen. Greed and carelessness had scoured the land and destroyed its creatures, but perhaps that was for the better, he reasoned. There would be no war whilst the nations were scrambling so helplessly, no conflict, no nuclear weaponry deployed. Values and priorities would change; people would start to see what mattered in life. Or at least, that was what he hoped. Whatever their path, he would be there to guide them with God’s love and support behind him. Well, he reconsidered, that was the best case scenario. He had no idea what the Father would and would not support. The only thing he knew was that it didn’t matter. He would be there, he concluded resolutely. No matter what happened to them, they would survive. It was all they could do.
With a second sigh, he began ambling in the direction of the edge of Heaven. He carefully balanced walking and flying to keep his strength equal, and today it was time to walk places. He wasn’t quite finished musing to himself, but a bundle of noisy cherubim had turned up, ruining his peace. So, as most angels did, he headed for the quiet borders to find solace. As he got closer, he noticed a very familiar shape, standing with his back to Michael. His brow creased a little. He was pretty sure that Gabriel had been sent to do something, though nobody knew what. Curiosity sparked, and he changed his course to approach him. As he neared, he picked out a voice, a bemused female voice. All he heard was, “…there’s nothing left.”
He reached Gabriel, stepping around him and seeing for the first time another angel, kneeling. She looked bereft: thin, dishevelled hair, ripped clothing, barefoot and staring up at Gabriel with vulnerable eyes. A twinge of sympathy twisted in Michael’s chest. What had happened to her? He didn’t recognise her, but she looked like she could be a warrior, which, he theorised, would be how Gabriel knew her. There was something about her that didn’t seem quite right, not exactly normal or healthy. He wasn’t sure, but he definitely wanted to know and, more importantly, help her.
“Gabriel,” he greeted with the usual courtesy. He was always meticulously well-mannered with Gabriel, not wanting to cause any more tension between the two of them, although the other archangel had a knack for creating it. He turned to the woman, and immediately crouched to her level, briefly offering a kind smile. “I don’t believe we have met. I am Michael.” He presumed she would recognise his name, even if she had not recognised him. He hoped she would let him help her, if she hadn’t been scared senseless by Gabriel’s towering bulk already. He chuckled internally at the thought.
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Nala
She stared up at Gabriel and could feel some of her temper coming back, at least that was something. Her hands clenched into fists as the thought of taking out her beloved dagger came to mind. She shooed away the thought as she looked up at Gabriel. Only then did one thought cross her mind. Why was she sitting here kneeling before a warrior, who seemed lost in his own thoughts and his own boat load of self pity.
She scowled downward, almost as if she was trying to burn a hole through the air, which of course was impossible, though it didn't mean Nala couldn't try. She looked up to see Michael, yet again another stranger had entered her life. She looked at him as if trying to figure out his name, which she had, of course, forgotten.
After a moment of lost time she sighed and gave up the fact that she wasn't going to remember the angel's name and focused on what he was saying. "It's nice to meet you Michael, I guess you can call me Nala." She said almost as if she couldn't remember her name, which was true, Nala didn't remember it. She was grateful that Gabriel had said it, it was the only thing he had done that had helped her in the least bit.
Nala looked down at her hands, still resisting the urge to hurt Gabriel, knowing that if she even tried he would easily defeat her. She then looked up at Michael, her eyes still seemed lost in there own world.
It was true, she looked pathetic, was that her fault? Maybe, However, could she help it? Probally not, since she doesn't know where any other of her clothes were or that there wasn't a place to wash up, that she knew of so she was stuck fuming about the fact that there was nothing she could do but beg like a worthless no life.
She stared up at Gabriel and could feel some of her temper coming back, at least that was something. Her hands clenched into fists as the thought of taking out her beloved dagger came to mind. She shooed away the thought as she looked up at Gabriel. Only then did one thought cross her mind. Why was she sitting here kneeling before a warrior, who seemed lost in his own thoughts and his own boat load of self pity.
She scowled downward, almost as if she was trying to burn a hole through the air, which of course was impossible, though it didn't mean Nala couldn't try. She looked up to see Michael, yet again another stranger had entered her life. She looked at him as if trying to figure out his name, which she had, of course, forgotten.
After a moment of lost time she sighed and gave up the fact that she wasn't going to remember the angel's name and focused on what he was saying. "It's nice to meet you Michael, I guess you can call me Nala." She said almost as if she couldn't remember her name, which was true, Nala didn't remember it. She was grateful that Gabriel had said it, it was the only thing he had done that had helped her in the least bit.
Nala looked down at her hands, still resisting the urge to hurt Gabriel, knowing that if she even tried he would easily defeat her. She then looked up at Michael, her eyes still seemed lost in there own world.
It was true, she looked pathetic, was that her fault? Maybe, However, could she help it? Probally not, since she doesn't know where any other of her clothes were or that there wasn't a place to wash up, that she knew of so she was stuck fuming about the fact that there was nothing she could do but beg like a worthless no life.
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Gabriel
The brooding bulk of Gabriel still had no clue how to help this small soldier. He shrugged his shoulders, hunched them forwards, causing the light sheen upon his broad chest to shimmer in the heavenly light. Muscles rippled, and small downy feathers curled up in the breeze before settling once more, much as a disgruntled crow would shift and huddle on a branch. His massive fists clenched and unclenched as he sought some word of comfoirt to offer this wounded warrior. She was a good fighter, fast and fleet of foot and wing. It was not right that she should be brought to this, and yet what could be done? Once more Gabriel wondered at the Lord, seeking to allow the fiends who had no doubt done this to Nala to be unleashed upon the world.
This brought his mind back to the task at hand, and he made to leave, unmindful to offer any explaination. But before he could turn he felt the prescence of another, and suddenly Michael was before him, smiling that benign smile of his, laying kind eyes upon the figure who stood between them.
Always so courteous, so polite, so reasonable. Gabriel's chin jutted forward for a moment while he adjusted his thoughts.
Pale eyes flicked between the two, a defensive wall arising in Gabriel's mind. Ever the gentleman was Michael, and here was yet another whom he had won over in an instant. Gabriel's mouth set in a straight line, stopping just short of pouting like a small boy denied a treat, and he stepped back once again.
"I must leave," he stated. "I... have something I must do."
He had always discussed his work with Michael in the past, but for some reason, now, he was not willing to tell his brother the task God had set. He knew Michael would try to talk him out of it, and, though Gabriel himself had been toying with the idea, he did not want Michael to think he had won. This made his decision for him... he would do as he was told, as always. He would deliver his message and Michael's pet humans would be damned for all eternity. Michael would run around trying to make everything alright once more, trying desparately to mend what Gabriel had started.
And Gabriel would not care, so long as God looked upon him with the love He so often reserved for Michael.
"I can only remember when I woke up in a strange place, I had horrible wounds and a pounding headache, everything else is gone, Like theres nothing left."
The brooding bulk of Gabriel still had no clue how to help this small soldier. He shrugged his shoulders, hunched them forwards, causing the light sheen upon his broad chest to shimmer in the heavenly light. Muscles rippled, and small downy feathers curled up in the breeze before settling once more, much as a disgruntled crow would shift and huddle on a branch. His massive fists clenched and unclenched as he sought some word of comfoirt to offer this wounded warrior. She was a good fighter, fast and fleet of foot and wing. It was not right that she should be brought to this, and yet what could be done? Once more Gabriel wondered at the Lord, seeking to allow the fiends who had no doubt done this to Nala to be unleashed upon the world.
This brought his mind back to the task at hand, and he made to leave, unmindful to offer any explaination. But before he could turn he felt the prescence of another, and suddenly Michael was before him, smiling that benign smile of his, laying kind eyes upon the figure who stood between them.
“Gabriel,”
Always so courteous, so polite, so reasonable. Gabriel's chin jutted forward for a moment while he adjusted his thoughts.
“I don’t believe we have met. I am Michael.”
"It's nice to meet you Michael, I guess you can call me Nala."
Pale eyes flicked between the two, a defensive wall arising in Gabriel's mind. Ever the gentleman was Michael, and here was yet another whom he had won over in an instant. Gabriel's mouth set in a straight line, stopping just short of pouting like a small boy denied a treat, and he stepped back once again.
"I must leave," he stated. "I... have something I must do."
He had always discussed his work with Michael in the past, but for some reason, now, he was not willing to tell his brother the task God had set. He knew Michael would try to talk him out of it, and, though Gabriel himself had been toying with the idea, he did not want Michael to think he had won. This made his decision for him... he would do as he was told, as always. He would deliver his message and Michael's pet humans would be damned for all eternity. Michael would run around trying to make everything alright once more, trying desparately to mend what Gabriel had started.
And Gabriel would not care, so long as God looked upon him with the love He so often reserved for Michael.
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Nala. He knew that name. Another archangel, a warrior. He didn’t know her, but he knew of her. There had been some anxiety, she had disappeared or gotten into trouble or run off with a human or something, something that had put her at the centre of conversation some time ago. He couldn’t remember when that had been. He had become so caught up lately in the tribulations of the human world. What was certain was that he could not trust word of mouth to adequately explain her presence. He could ask her himself, once she was well. He could make no judgement whilst she was in this state.
He nodded as a response, though did not take his gaze from her, concern written clearly across his face. “Are you alright?” he asked. The question was, admittedly, a platitude, predictable. He wondered if Gabriel was rolling his eyes, though didn’t look over his shoulder to check. Did Gabriel have that much personality? He pushed the thought from his mind, concentrating on the woman before him. He wanted to make sure he caught any suggestion of a lie in her features. He could not let her downplay whatever had happened, though judging from her blank, empty expression, she wasn’t in a position to be acting. She also didn’t appear to be hostile or wary. Just disorientated and confused. He glanced across her body, searching for any visible injuries. He glimpsed a pale scar on her stomach, revealed by her torn shirt. He swallowed instinctively at the wound. To leave a scar like that, it would have had to be a severe injury. Angels very rarely scarred because of their healing rate. He had escaped the battle against Lucifer with just one, which was, on reflection, extremely fortunate.
It had been a fierce fight. Lucifer had pulled every sly trick he knew, and it had taken all of Michael’s efforts to remain unhurt, dodging and ducking and turning and twisting, blocking every shattering blow only just in time, pushed to his limits. Only once had he left himself truly open, and in the heartbeat before he was struck he had regretted his rash decision, his overconfidence in taking on this fallen angel himself, this man that used to be Azazel, his brother and friend. Unexpectedly, he had wished he had left the fighting to the fighters, the warriors, and had experienced an uncharacteristic flash of pessimism as he had wondered whether even Gabriel would stand a chance against him.
Fortunately, he had thrown himself to the side in time to avoid anything more than a grievous gouge into his upper arm. The pain had made his hand spasm almost to the point of dropping his sword, but his stubborn disposition simply wouldn’t let him stop. If he had, it would have meant certain death. If he didn’t, his optimistic side encouraged, he still had a chance. It was ironic that his personality had gotten him into that battle, but had also brought him out again alive. He was grateful for it. He wouldn’t want to put anybody else in that danger, regardless of their chances against Lucifer.
That was why he knew with no uncertainty that whatever had happened to Nala, it had to have been appalling for her to remain in that condition, hurt and unsettled to that extent. How had she returned? Had she escaped from a prison, won a battle? Was whoever had done this to her still out there?
His head lifted as Gabriel announced his departure. Michael had been right, and he had been given an order. Logic suggested he had been on his way out of Heaven when he had stumbled across Nala. He wondered why Gabriel had hesitated in his speech, and been so unspecific, too. It wasn’t like him to be secretive about his work. He knew nothing about his purpose, destination or message. Curiosity piqued again, he almost rose to follow before he remembered Nala. He couldn’t leave her, could he? Not without knowing she was alright. Could he ask her to wait? Was that fair on her? He decided to wait for her answer before deciding whether or not to pursue Gabriel.
He nodded as a response, though did not take his gaze from her, concern written clearly across his face. “Are you alright?” he asked. The question was, admittedly, a platitude, predictable. He wondered if Gabriel was rolling his eyes, though didn’t look over his shoulder to check. Did Gabriel have that much personality? He pushed the thought from his mind, concentrating on the woman before him. He wanted to make sure he caught any suggestion of a lie in her features. He could not let her downplay whatever had happened, though judging from her blank, empty expression, she wasn’t in a position to be acting. She also didn’t appear to be hostile or wary. Just disorientated and confused. He glanced across her body, searching for any visible injuries. He glimpsed a pale scar on her stomach, revealed by her torn shirt. He swallowed instinctively at the wound. To leave a scar like that, it would have had to be a severe injury. Angels very rarely scarred because of their healing rate. He had escaped the battle against Lucifer with just one, which was, on reflection, extremely fortunate.
It had been a fierce fight. Lucifer had pulled every sly trick he knew, and it had taken all of Michael’s efforts to remain unhurt, dodging and ducking and turning and twisting, blocking every shattering blow only just in time, pushed to his limits. Only once had he left himself truly open, and in the heartbeat before he was struck he had regretted his rash decision, his overconfidence in taking on this fallen angel himself, this man that used to be Azazel, his brother and friend. Unexpectedly, he had wished he had left the fighting to the fighters, the warriors, and had experienced an uncharacteristic flash of pessimism as he had wondered whether even Gabriel would stand a chance against him.
Fortunately, he had thrown himself to the side in time to avoid anything more than a grievous gouge into his upper arm. The pain had made his hand spasm almost to the point of dropping his sword, but his stubborn disposition simply wouldn’t let him stop. If he had, it would have meant certain death. If he didn’t, his optimistic side encouraged, he still had a chance. It was ironic that his personality had gotten him into that battle, but had also brought him out again alive. He was grateful for it. He wouldn’t want to put anybody else in that danger, regardless of their chances against Lucifer.
That was why he knew with no uncertainty that whatever had happened to Nala, it had to have been appalling for her to remain in that condition, hurt and unsettled to that extent. How had she returned? Had she escaped from a prison, won a battle? Was whoever had done this to her still out there?
His head lifted as Gabriel announced his departure. Michael had been right, and he had been given an order. Logic suggested he had been on his way out of Heaven when he had stumbled across Nala. He wondered why Gabriel had hesitated in his speech, and been so unspecific, too. It wasn’t like him to be secretive about his work. He knew nothing about his purpose, destination or message. Curiosity piqued again, he almost rose to follow before he remembered Nala. He couldn’t leave her, could he? Not without knowing she was alright. Could he ask her to wait? Was that fair on her? He decided to wait for her answer before deciding whether or not to pursue Gabriel.
OOC Notes
Nala
The archangel looked at Michael her curiosity peeked but she restrained the already overwhelming feeling. Her hands clenched into fists, She could just vaguely remember it,
It was something she had to prove, someone had messed with her, she wasn't going to take it, she had dissapeared in the dead of night to find the one who had made her mad. Then blank, nothing, it felt as if she had slammed into a wall while searching through her mind for any reminence of a memory. She knew nothing of the past except that one little piece and the glimpses that sometimes appeared like a bad televsision reception.
She looked at Michael and his casual wear, wondering if she was all right or not, the question puzzeled her. Physiclly? or Mentally? She couldn't tell either way. How can you tell if your insane? She did just have a mental break down, but that was a differnt story. She looked down at her hands as an overwhemingly feeling of sadness invaded her senses. She shrugged. "I guess I am." She said.
She still felt empty on the inside, she still felt alone because of how frustrating it is, to know nothing and to know noone. At this point she doubted the Lord even loved her anymore, she had betrayed his orders for her to stay put.
The archangel looked at Michael her curiosity peeked but she restrained the already overwhelming feeling. Her hands clenched into fists, She could just vaguely remember it,
It was something she had to prove, someone had messed with her, she wasn't going to take it, she had dissapeared in the dead of night to find the one who had made her mad. Then blank, nothing, it felt as if she had slammed into a wall while searching through her mind for any reminence of a memory. She knew nothing of the past except that one little piece and the glimpses that sometimes appeared like a bad televsision reception.
She looked at Michael and his casual wear, wondering if she was all right or not, the question puzzeled her. Physiclly? or Mentally? She couldn't tell either way. How can you tell if your insane? She did just have a mental break down, but that was a differnt story. She looked down at her hands as an overwhemingly feeling of sadness invaded her senses. She shrugged. "I guess I am." She said.
She still felt empty on the inside, she still felt alone because of how frustrating it is, to know nothing and to know noone. At this point she doubted the Lord even loved her anymore, she had betrayed his orders for her to stay put.
OOC Notes
As the man remarked to him in a question, he was about to reply but before he could another man moved in to the church. He watched the man closely, his one eye taking in everything of the man, his clothing, the stain of blood. He only watched closely, though at the mention of power, and no harm. He laughed heavily this thought about power being gained without harming someone. He looked over at both the father, and the young man. "I'm sorry to interrupt your confession, but you can't be serious?" He said staring at the young man. "How many men in this world don't realize that with wanting power you only damage those around you.."
He shifted his position so he could get a better view of them "I'd say you'd match the bill of mindless thug to a T.." He said this with another chuckle. He couldn't believe how humanity had survived for as long as it did. He couldn't believe why the angels of heaven wanted to save these.. ignorant creatures. He linked his fingers behind his head taking a relaxed pose. He was alittle ashamed of himself, he let this expression of ignorance uncharacteristically bring him from his silence. He settled himself back into a comfortable silence, he wasn't sure if the male would acknowledge his words and even if he did it didn't mean he had to acknowledge his rebuttal with a reply. Then again, he couldn't leave someone hanging without a reply, it was disrespectful, and against his odd code of honor. He shifted his eye to view forward, no reason to continue to stare down the father, and the young man.
He shifted his position so he could get a better view of them "I'd say you'd match the bill of mindless thug to a T.." He said this with another chuckle. He couldn't believe how humanity had survived for as long as it did. He couldn't believe why the angels of heaven wanted to save these.. ignorant creatures. He linked his fingers behind his head taking a relaxed pose. He was alittle ashamed of himself, he let this expression of ignorance uncharacteristically bring him from his silence. He settled himself back into a comfortable silence, he wasn't sure if the male would acknowledge his words and even if he did it didn't mean he had to acknowledge his rebuttal with a reply. Then again, he couldn't leave someone hanging without a reply, it was disrespectful, and against his odd code of honor. He shifted his eye to view forward, no reason to continue to stare down the father, and the young man.
OOC Notes
Tyson
"It was a whle ago, and I've changed my ways," He said, almost bluntly. He resisted the.,what seemed like age old, habit to pull out his gun. Hi black eyes narrowed at the unknown man and decided it was best to ignore him.
"It was a whle ago, and I've changed my ways," He said, almost bluntly. He resisted the.,what seemed like age old, habit to pull out his gun. Hi black eyes narrowed at the unknown man and decided it was best to ignore him.
OOC Notes
Phillip
In truth, though he did not let it show, the priest was shocked by the younger man's confession. It was as though years of pain and anguish had been bottled up inside of him, until he could hold onto it no longer.
Power...
The word hung in the silent, slightly stale air of the church, and Phillip bit back a sigh. How many men had wanted the same? How many of them thought they had found an easy way of getting it? How many of them thought their families would be safe, that no one would discover their secrets, only to come home one day to find their wives murdered, their children slain, all in the name of power?
Before he could lead the young man to the confessional, out of sight of prying eyes and ears, the tall stranger spoke.
Phillip's nostrils flared slightly, and he straightened his shoulders, adding an inch to his unremarkable height. There was no need to make the situation worse, even though what the dark stranger said was correct... the younger man did have a hunted look about him - a starved expression, eyes which would not rest on one thing, or hold another's gaze...
As the newest arrival uttered his short reply, Phillip thought he saw a flash of defiance in his eyes, though he could have been mistaken. He raised his hands in supplication to both the men.
"I think we need to be civil here, he said calmly, but with authority in his tone. "This is God's house. There is no need for conflict."
He smiled briefly at the tall stranger, sensing the same feeling he had had when the man first entered the church... something dark, cold, but he couldn't lay his finger on what it was. With a comforting hand on the younger man's arm, he turned him towards the confessional and led him away, glancing back over his shoulder as he went.
"Please," he smiled as best he could, "feel free to stay as long as you wish. You will not be disturbed."
In truth, though he did not let it show, the priest was shocked by the younger man's confession. It was as though years of pain and anguish had been bottled up inside of him, until he could hold onto it no longer.
Power...
The word hung in the silent, slightly stale air of the church, and Phillip bit back a sigh. How many men had wanted the same? How many of them thought they had found an easy way of getting it? How many of them thought their families would be safe, that no one would discover their secrets, only to come home one day to find their wives murdered, their children slain, all in the name of power?
Before he could lead the young man to the confessional, out of sight of prying eyes and ears, the tall stranger spoke.
"I'm sorry to interrupt your confession, but you can't be serious? How many men in this world don't realize that with wanting power you only damage those around you.. I'd say you'd match the bill of mindless thug to a T.."
Phillip's nostrils flared slightly, and he straightened his shoulders, adding an inch to his unremarkable height. There was no need to make the situation worse, even though what the dark stranger said was correct... the younger man did have a hunted look about him - a starved expression, eyes which would not rest on one thing, or hold another's gaze...
As the newest arrival uttered his short reply, Phillip thought he saw a flash of defiance in his eyes, though he could have been mistaken. He raised his hands in supplication to both the men.
"I think we need to be civil here, he said calmly, but with authority in his tone. "This is God's house. There is no need for conflict."
He smiled briefly at the tall stranger, sensing the same feeling he had had when the man first entered the church... something dark, cold, but he couldn't lay his finger on what it was. With a comforting hand on the younger man's arm, he turned him towards the confessional and led him away, glancing back over his shoulder as he went.
"Please," he smiled as best he could, "feel free to stay as long as you wish. You will not be disturbed."
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Oh no worries Winds ^-^
Yes we are all over there now, and it's going great guns XD
Come on over!!
Yes we are all over there now, and it's going great guns XD
Come on over!!
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So sorry for my absence, I was on a small vacation of sorts. So, are we completely migrating over to the forum?
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Makes my life easier. I'm going to sleep for 4 hours since I was up cramming again, but this was my last day of cram. I'm free. I got class soon so yeah, I'll be reading over the thread and after I've taken a nap once I get out of French, I'll post Matthew making his entrance. =D
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Cool ^-^ I've accepted your profile over there too, and (as long as you hbave no objection) I've posted it up in the character application thread as a fine example for people to aim for XD
Glad you decided to join us.
Just a note... the RP is starting again over there from scratch, as there are certain things we added in here that I would have liked to have had from the beginning there etc. So don't worry too much about following what's been going on ^-^
Glad you decided to join us.
Just a note... the RP is starting again over there from scratch, as there are certain things we added in here that I would have liked to have had from the beginning there etc. So don't worry too much about following what's been going on ^-^
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All right, I joined the site and posted my character's profile up to be moved. I'm going to be reading what's left here so I'll know what's going in the forums. I have already read Hell. I need to read Heaven and Present Day Earth. ;)
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Just an update, Im gonna be gone all weekend, >.< Going out of state. Anyway, on the forums I posted for Nala. *shrugs* Not very good but I guess it works for now.
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All approved sonata. Fantastic character. Sorry, I did look at the character page last night but I was tired (I've got a stinking cold) and must have missed it.
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Thanks fabled.
sonata if that's not you registered on the forum under a different name, then I have no idea where you have posted anything to be accepted. Sorry.
Sorry, just found you on here. I've been so busy building that place I haven't looked at pending characters here. I'll go accept you now.
sonata if that's not you registered on the forum under a different name, then I have no idea where you have posted anything to be accepted. Sorry.
Sorry, just found you on here. I've been so busy building that place I haven't looked at pending characters here. I'll go accept you now.
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Bog let me know if you haven't heard from sophia in a week or so and I'll create a cop if I need to.
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If everyone goes forums, then I'll need to go forums. I wasn't going there yet unless it was made certain that the RP was going to be there, but we have people still rping here, and others rping there, requiring back and forth attention. What I want to know is if I'm accepted in this RP or not because if I'm not accepted, then there's no reason for me to register on the forum. I haven't received any notification so I've kind of just been left hanging.
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OMG Don't DO that to me Snow!!! I thought you were dropping out of the forum! 0_o
Tbh I can't see me being able to post here as well as the forum either, and obviously I'll be concentrating there too. I wish I'd hear back from Gina though :( I needs my little FBI agent :((
sonata glad you found some pics ^-^
Tbh I can't see me being able to post here as well as the forum either, and obviously I'll be concentrating there too. I wish I'd hear back from Gina though :( I needs my little FBI agent :((
sonata glad you found some pics ^-^
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Will post once Vain has posted. War will be sparatic in my posts, he'll be in one place in one post and in an entirely different place in another post, just the way he travels.
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:( No post or me then, Oh well. I'll go work on Tysons Profile, which is lacking in many departments. /facepalm.
But I was so looking foward to it.. :(
Anyway.. Ignore my Braindeadness-- I've been writing all day with my three friends. xP There so demanding. My brain is mush at the moment
mushy mushy Soft and squishy..
>.> Im procastinating again arent I? >.<
But I was so looking foward to it.. :(
Anyway.. Ignore my Braindeadness-- I've been writing all day with my three friends. xP There so demanding. My brain is mush at the moment
mushy mushy Soft and squishy..
>.> Im procastinating again arent I? >.<
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Apologies to all, especially Woppit and Chocolate, but I'm not going to be able to post both here and on the forum. It takes me far too long to write a single post to cram more than a couple into a normal weekday, and as I am still participating in Real Life, that's not going to change any time soon. So I'm afraid I'll be concentrating on the forum now, though I'll keep reading anything that goes on here.
Sorry Chocolate, I know I've left you hanging there. I'm looking forward to Nala and Raphael's revised interactions later, though ^_^
Sorry Chocolate, I know I've left you hanging there. I'm looking forward to Nala and Raphael's revised interactions later, though ^_^
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I added some pictures to his profile. My search was not in vain. I'm off to class now.
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I edited my post, felt it was a little rough, feel a little better about it, still feels to rough to me.
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Thanks, n.n
And I would love to help but the last time I went searching for a picture my computer got attacked by a virus....
And I would love to help but the last time I went searching for a picture my computer got attacked by a virus....
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Yeah, I haven't had time to look one up, but when I wake up, I'll try and search for something. I'm very picky when it comes to pictures and if I can't find one, then he just won't have one because I don't like using pictures that look nothing like what I envision him to be. *goes to bed after staying up cramming*
