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"Oh please, you think this is my doing? Don't make be laugh. I was banished to this fucking stupid place. I killed too many humans and Hades didn't like the extra work. I worked reaper to the bone with the amount of souls I left for him to harvest." Despair mockingly told. Appare's eyes widened. Too many!? Her mind floundered with the sheer impossibility of knowing just how many.... That huge loss of life... this guy had to be worse than Kale...

Such was her astonishment that Appare couldn't see Dispair threatening Keru. Instead, she grappled with the death toll. While some would search for a number, Appare was seeing countless faces flash before her eyes....

"...ah?" Appare was suddenly grabbed, her face close to Dispair's. Her eyes locked on his, panic freezing her movements. Surely he would be able to see the faces of the dead... Then, with a jolt, Appare realized that though they were much paler, he too had golden eyes. Then his forehead pressed against hers...

It was like unlocking doors Appare had long forgotten. She remembered very far back, a very young Appare watching the commings and goings of angels.... Yes, that was where she was born. Among the Holy. And she remembered a few angelic tidbits now. Songs... everybody had yellow eyes... and traditions. Specifically the one that involved touching foreheads. Whenever her birth-mother came into the room, she would sweep her baby up and press their foreheads together. For angels, hugging was out of the question due to their wings, and kissing was something done behind closed doors. Forehead touching is an equivalent to a hug, but apparently it has other uses...

A breath of fresh air. Dull human senses replaced with her stronger ones, and Appare felt her strength return. And something more. Appare knew what it was, it was like greeting an old friend. She could feel them, her wings, the ones that were burned off... Wait, what! Appare's half-closed eyelids flew open. BURNED OFF!? Her power reached a climatic point with a sudden light above her head, then Appare was dropped.

She slumped to the ground. HOLY SHIZ!!! Appare twisted to take a look at her back. The back of her dress was torn, exposing old-looking burn scars where her wings used to be. "Meh..." Numbly, Appare reached up and fingered her ears. Something was... different. Somehow Appare felt as if she was... lighter? But no time to think of it, Appare had finally noticed the trouble the guys were in. She stood up, perhaps a bit too suddenly because she crumpled back to the ground again.

By the time Appare managed to get on her feet, the deed was done. And then, with a flash of light, they were in a school hallway. "Jeez!" It was like some giant fist decided to swing in and punch her in the gut. Appare toppled foreward, falling to the ground. The sickness was back, but less this time. "Damn teleportation...," she mumbled before using Kale as a 'human' support system to crawl back up into a standing position.

Appare turned to Dispair. "You did that on purpose, didn't you?" However, her tone lacked the edge it might've had. Appare hated to admit it, but she was very thankful for his restoration of her lost power. But then reality hit her like a wrecking ball. Her wings... ripped... her dress... and undershirt... and her black and white... Appare gulped, backing into a wall. The wings had ripped her clothing from shoulder blades to mid-back.

Appare's face turned cherry red. This was totally, undoubtly, one of the worst 'Oh shit' moments of her entire life. She swallowed, and looked away. "Uh, could someone lend me a jacket or something....?" Her arms were firmly clamped to the side to prevent her clothing from further falling apart. "And, uh, Kale? Do you know where my room is?"