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located in America, and possibly the entire Earth., a part of The Forced Escapade., one of the many universes on RPG.

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Character Portrait: Shae Logann Character Portrait: Nirvana Karamet Character Portrait: Gabriel Morgan DeKnight Character Portrait: Skylar Peyton Character Portrait: Natasha Nixon
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In all honesty, all she wanted to do was laugh. Not out of amusement, of course—I mean, she was completely screwed over at the moment. Nope, this was a bitter I told you so kind of laugh. Part of her was laughing. It was her devilish nature, her fangs, her soul eating persona; it was flaunting its flawless perception with a particular ostentatiousness. This—this—is what happens when you’re considerate. Why don’t you just forget about this whole virtuous angel shit, huh, Natasha? Since when has honor helped anyone? It never helped anyone. It’s just a god-damn word. A fucking sound. Do you really want to screw yourself over because of a sound? Huh?

Oh—wait, you already did. Forget your father, soul-eater. Our kind never stays with family. He deserves whatever he gets, locking you up like he has. You were such an idiot to feel any sort of compassion. You should’ve just taken off. Found some Amazonian tribe to assimilate with. You wouldn’t have to eat them or anything; he’d never find you. Never. You know he wouldn’t. But, now you’re cornered. Cornered. All because you wanted to make sure this misfit band of weirdoes wouldn’t have the ability to kill him. Really, you’re such an idiot. So what if he died? You never liked him anyway.


At this point, she waited for her saintly tuft of feathers to chime in—like they usually did—to present their point of view. Hell, she wanted them to chime in; she wanted them to tell her she wasn’t stupid. That she did the right thing. That this whole thing would be fine.

Silence.

It would seem, for once, her usual pessimistic optimism transformed into regular pessimism. Score one for darkness. Oh, great. Lovely. Just brilliant. Looks like she really is an idiot. Shit. What the hell am I supposed to do now? Sounds like I can’t outfly him. My cover’ll be blown soon. Then he’ll send me to heaven—oh god, heaven. There’s no way I can suffer through that. Unlike SOMEONE, I understand what half-blood means. If only this hadn’t gone wrong so quickly. This isn’t how it was supposed to go. Natasha was the picture of irritation. The absolute definition of annoyance. This entire situation was dreadful.

Almost.

There was one thing—one thing—that kept her from losing it. By losing it, I mean literally—losing her life. She always wondered if she’d be able to possess someone after dying, but it was such a huge risk, she never tried it. But, with so much at stake here, she was contemplating it. Killing herself and risking actual death. Or whatever happened when you weren’t a convenient mortal capsule anymore. What was this thing that kept her breathing? Amusement. From what? Nirvana. Well, she didn’t actually know his name—why would she care—but she knew he was a demon. If there was one truth in the world, it was this: demons abhorred angels. And vice-versa. Natasha herself never really gave a damn, all souls tasted the same and angels tended to hate her more than the hellish creatures of the abyss. Rightly so, too. Soul eaters were much worse than demons. They didn’t even stick with each other. They betrayed everyone. Complete assholes, honestly. Still, she was part angel. He obviously sensed that and flipped out. Kind of lost his composure. It was fucking hilarious—nothing was better than suffering and negativity and fear. Nothing besides devouring souls marinated in the stuff.

What are you thinking, Natasha? Shame on you! How dare you give in to THAT side of yourself. You are an angel, an ANGEL. Not a mindless eating machine. Yo—Oh, shut it. This isn’t the damn shark intervention in NEMO. Go pity an orphan somewhere and leave her alone. Both of you: be quiet, will you? I don’t need y’all fussing over my life every ten seconds! Oh, please. You’d be lost without my righteous guidance. Yeah, lost in euphoria. What part of SHUT THE FUCK UP do you NOT understand? There was a moment of silence. Thank yo—Don’t say thank you; that’s not what evil doers d—EXCSUSE ME? S-sorry
 Humph.

After that mental quarrel, she tried to come up with a plan. Despite her efforts, she came up with nothing. She was the type to just wing it. Unfortunately, everything she touched usually ended in disaster. Let’s see how this turns out.

Okay—okay. I got this. No problem. I’ve just got to keep these guys quiet, and everything will be fine. Otherwise it’s the car chase from hell—minus the cars. I guess I could escape if I flew high enough. Hid in the clouds
 whatever. Anti-plan B. I’ll go with goal A first. It was at that point she emerged from her hiding spot, blending in with the ceiling right around Nirvana. Ironic she was closest to the one person capable of sensing her, eh?

So, here’s this little just-barely three inch long dragon, gliding down from somewhere above everyone, landing on the wall—come now, she wasn’t going to touch the floor; she’d probably get squished—and staring everyone down. She had started reconfiguring her DNA when she heard her dad on the radio. It was at that point she knew the jig was up, and she’d need big ass wings to run. Hopefully she wouldn’t have to, though. In about 20 seconds, she started returning to her normal form. Within a minute, there she was. Sitting cross-legged on the metal floor. Her hair was actually her normal color, for once, being a dark brown to match her eyes. In this situation, it was too bothersome to change it.

Taking a deep breath, she scanned the area for the millionth time. Step one, stop them in their tracks. “Um, no. Let’s not get me out of here,” she said, eyeing Nirvana in protest. Good, good. Now what? Honestly, she didn’t know what else to say to Nirvana. Hm
 hm
 Um, casual small talk? Wait—what? Where did THAT come from? I haven’t socialized enough to know the first thing about small talk. Oh, just wing it. Break a leg.

She offered a semi-sheepish smile, her long white fangs showing predominantly as she did so. “If it makes you feel better, Nix is about the only person that would actually categorize me as an angel. I’m more the atrocious soul-eater. All evil and stuff. Mostly. Though, I promise I won’t eat you. Really. I haven’t eaten anyone in
well, that’s not too important. I won’t do whatever the hell angels do, either. You know, you have really nice horns. I’m sure you get complimented all the time! Yeah, um
 Oh, screw it. I’m so not good at this. Let me start over.”

Clearing her throat nonchalantly, “Yeah, so, um
 hi. You know, I can’t help but make an observation, here. “Y’all are throwing around derogatory terms like food and trash, all to your respective
hm
frenemies. But, your souls all look and taste exactly the same. How fucked up is that? It’s like insulting yourselves. Honestly,” her voice seemed to trail off towards the end, obviously sensing she was going about this all wrong. No more pathetic attempts at small talk; it was time for a new approach. “Nevermind all that, I have a more urgent case to present.”

Taking a more pleading disposition, she looked to the person in charge of the aircraft. One thing was quite noticeable about this girl: her eyes seemed to look into a person’s very soul when they settled on it—because, well, that’s exactly what happened. She was literally reading them like books. This was Gabriel, apparently. “You heard him—I’m not one of his people! That’ll be very, very bad for me when he finds out. You have no idea the tight spot I’m in right now. I was just hitch-hiking and some idiot back home blew my cover.” Her gaze darted over to the elf, known as Shae. “C’mon, help me out here. Please. I’ll owe y’all, and trust me—I’m a great person to have indebted. I could help you on your escapade! I could tell you all about Aeron! We’re like, so distantly close. Please? I beg of you. I don’t want to be locked up again! I just escaped, for god’s sake.”

Her eyes looked over the human, who was starting to gain consciousness, but wasn’t there enough to help her any. Completely out of important people to appeal to, she shut up and waited impatiently, fidgeting with her hoodie's zipper. For the first time, she realized she was the only unarmed person there. No weapons, no armor, and the title spy. On top of it all, she already ate someone before joining all these people. Wow—she didn’t think this through, did she? Hopefully they weren't hostile.