Snippet #1218054

Solange had stored her weapon in the folds of her robes, strolling through the streets of England on her way to her favorite cafe for hot scones and even hotter coffee. She passed by the Convention Hall and was promptly stuck in a crowd of mortals, her remaining good mood from before drained in seconds flat. "Condemnation and sulfer on all these bloody mortals!" she muttered under her breath in disgust as some actually had the audacity to touch her!

A blonde girl with short hair and a tiara ran stright into her. At once she recgnized two things she would not have noticed, or particularily cared about, if she had not almost been knocked over. Firstly, the girl was, in fact, a male crossdressing and secondly he was an angel. She wasn't talking about his looks, though all angels (as well as most all shinigami) were attractive in appearance, she ment his race. Angel, one has touched me and forever contaminated these robes... disgusting. I shall have to burn these as soon as I get back.

Solange was put out to say the least, now she would be forced to replace the set, though she didn't particularily like them. None-the-less, it was the principle of the matter and the time it would take. "Thrice damned angel," Solange hissed to the blonde as she glared deeply and with unbridled hatred, in a way almost all found unsettling- human or not, "How dare scum like you touch me! A shinigami, a God of Death!" She wouldn't touch the filth unless he instigated a fight, the blood on her blade and her face would be well worth the pain of cleaning up. She was sure it would be, just like the other times. They were well worth it, well worth it indeed...