Time: 10:30 pm
Weather: Foggy and Misty
The owner of the museum was in his office and had been notified of the commotion going on up stairs. He ordered more guards, who were heavily built and armed with guns, to take down the intruders and make sure all the exhibits were all accounted for and in their cages. Once that was done, he opened a drawer in his desk and took out a small chest. He unlocked the chest and dumped the contents in his briefcase . He looked around, trying to find what else he needed to take with him. In the back corner was a medium sized case which held different types of weapons. Ones he confiscated from the exhibits when they were first captured. It was too big to take with him and he couldn't carry all the weapons. Luckily for him, he had a secret room he could store them in. It was an enchanted room so no being, human or supernatural, could find it but him. Opening the room, he pushed the case inside it, then closed and locked the room. It was time to go. As long as he had his briefcase, he'll be able to get the exhibits back, if any escaped.
áĻ Ariella áĻ
⤠To Love is To Destroy and to Be Loved is to be The One Destroyed. â¤
⤠To Love is To Destroy and to Be Loved is to be The One Destroyed. â¤
"Yeah, I understand what it's like not to have something that's apart of you. I know that all too well." He didn't give anytime for her to respond, not that she was going to, as he had shifted into his smoky demon wolf form. She watched as the demon wolf jumped up to her perch with what seemed like the height was not a problem. The box was still a few feet higher, which the angel could tell he won't be able to reach it in his wolf form. He could of just shifted back to his human self and grabbed the box, but instead he jumped from her perch to the side of the cage, then pushed himself off the cage to snatch the box in his teeth. When he landed, directly in front of her, the cage swayed a bit.
Morgan was back in his human form, holding her box him one of his hands. "Come on, we can't wait much longer. More guards are coming, and my little devils won't last much longer. Without my staff I can't help much, so I need to get you guys out first." He held the other hand back out to her again, waiting for her to take it and go with him.
Despite her nerves, Aria stood up and stepped closer to Morgan. Her right hand was close to her heart in an almost-fist and her left hand was wrapped around her stomach slightly gripping the side. "Okay, let's go." She quietly said, maybe a bit too quiet. She slowly reached her right hand out and gently placed it in his. His hand was surprisingly warm, which made her feel a little better.
"Your staff. I've seen it in the room down stairs. It's locked in bulletproof glass case. It'll be hard to break." Ariella told him, looking over the edge of her cage. About a twenty-foot drop. She glanced at Morgan, noticing he was about a foot taller than herself. "Besides, if you say we don't have much time left. You probably won't have enough time to get your staff. Plus, by now I bet that everything that's valuable down there is gone. So your staff might not even be there anymore." She paused, thinking for a moment, when she realized something. Slightly wide-eyed, she looked up at him. "That means the keys to our collars will be gone. We won't be able to get far if they use them. They can still hurt us or worse kill us." Her grip on Morgan's hand tightened some. Her collar was made out of her Angel Sword, an angelic blade that, if used properly, can kill an angel. The spikes on the inside of her collar were made from her sword, if it compressed and pierced her neck, she most likely would die.