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Michael

Guardian Angel

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a character in “Path to Transgression”, as played by Beeps

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The Basics about Michael


Name: Michael - Not the Michael
Nickname: Mikey
Age: Ageless | Appears late 20s
Gender: Male
Species: Angel
Sexuality: Heterosexual mostly
Role: Jettie’s Guardian Angel
Occupation: Shift Manger at Lucy’s Lair
Height: 5'11
Weight: 180 lbs
Eye color: Brown
Hair color: Brunette
Skin color: Medium Tan
Scars/markings: Michael’s skin is flawless and smooth as porcelain.

Likes: Binge Drinking | Drugs | Heaven | Art | Humans

Dislikes: Binge Drinking | Drugs | Demons | Hell | Ego Maniacs

Positive Traits: Michael is essentially good, he knows and mostly abides by the rules of right and wrong

Negative Traits: Michael has recently gave into worldly pleasures causing him to be weak of spirit and to lose focus on his ward, having an easy assignment has helped him to become erratic and careless over the last several years, he's also known to be hot headed and quit to react with out much though

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Abilities: Being an angel, Michael can fly, self heal but slowly unless assisted by holy light, he can sense his ward's whereabouts unless hindered by another supernatural being, if he is clear of mind he can sometimes sense the ward's emotions as well, he is strong and quick

History: Michael was created to be a guardian. He had been watching over humans since before the days of Christ. He is mostly assigned to the average human, workers and laborers, mostly male but getting a woman is not unheard of, usually single mothers who need extra guidance and protection. He has been loyal to God, but has been known to dip into the pool of pleasures the world has to offer on occasion, most Angels do. He has been suspended only once in his lifetime. He interfered with God's will. He knows the penalty for doing so again will be death.

So begins...

Michael's Story

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#, as written by Beeps
Michael dug the heel of his palms into his eyes as he hunched over the small metal desk. Bring the heels around to massage his temples he looked to the clock on the wall with bloodshot eyes. Almost 11:00. The Angel would be stuck in this hell hole until well after three AM. He wasn't sure if the amount of cocaine that he just snorted would be enough to see him through it. If it didn't there was always more where it came from.

Rising, he stood at full height to stretch out inside the tiny office. He should probably get back on the casino floor. Not that anyone would come looking for him; unless something went wrong. Then they'd come running. On an average night like tonight, managing the waitstaff of a bustling casino was a cake walk. He considered himself to be decent manager. He was well liked by most of the people under him and the customer's were not that hard to please either. Give them some free booze and an extra spin on slots and most would walk away cheesin'.

Exiting the small office, Michael stepped out into the florescent lit employee break room. Painted lockers lined the far wall, a long bench creating a barrier between them and a group of fold out tables and chairs for employees to sit down. It was the same as any other break room really. His chocolaty brown eyes scanned the empty room landing on one locker in particular. The third from the end of the line, it's only distinguishing feature was the bright pink combination lock that looped through the slots.

Jettie's locker.

It belonged to his ward, Jettie Greene, He had managed to land a job as her superior shortly after she had started the bar tending job at the casino. He hadn't exactly been aiming to work directly with her, but somehow it had worked out that way. God's will maybe... Who the fuck knew? Well... Besides Him...

After all this time Michael actually liked it this way. Jettie knew him. Liked him. At least he thinks that she likes him. Is friendly anyway. And possibly even trusts him. He's been working on it. For centuries, he hasn't gotten this close to a ward. He was taking it slow, trying not to get too close. He did not want to make that mistake again.

Dragging his eyes from the locker, he made his way across the room and out into an empty hallway. A short elevator ride later, he stepping out onto the busy ground floor of the casino. He straighten his suit jacket and even his tie before mingling through the crowd, casting smiles in every direction as he made his way toward the centrally located circular bar that Jettie was stationed at tonight.

It took Michael a moment to spot her and when he did, a frown pulled at his lips as he became frozen to the wildly patterned carpet.

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#, as written by conor
"Maybe it is charming, or maybe they just say that to the attractive people" Damien was happy. He couldn't remember the last time he genuinely enjoyed himself. God what a miserable bastard he was. He had more money than he needed, and practical immortality and all he felt was depressed. He missed war, it was his purpose. It was what he was created for and yet he hadn’t been assigned to a solider in 50 years. I don't suppose anyone's ever had the feeling before. Yet here he was, for the first time in years enjoying, his job? Was she his ward? He never had this kind of trouble before, why was he finding this so difficult. It was frustrating him to no end, a part of him wanted to be her ward. However the other part knew that it was most certainly a bad idea.

"Well that might be the case, but you certainly aren't helping me in my sobriety now are you? Although I suppose I am to blame for asking for it in the first place.” Damien was watching her movements as she talked, it was memorising. He happened to pick up on the last bit of her sentence and almost choked on the air he was inhaling. “How attentive she is to my needs? wow Damien mind out of the gutter.” At this moment he could chose two paths. Keep the innocent flirting or take the bold route and see how she reacted. He took the latter.

“How attentive you are to my needs? Sounds like you’re offering to moonlight as some kind of masseuse. I’d be careful what kind of person you say that too, you know lest they get the idea in their head” Well there was no going back from that. He’d either get a swift slap across the face and his night would be in vain or judging by her previous interactions her cheeks would go redder than a tomato and go from there. He couldn't help but let go of a cheeky grin.

“Gold chalice and diamond glass on the same night, you must really want a nice tip” Damien realised he was craving his nightly relief. Usually his nights consisted of heavy drinking and chain smoking. Neither of those had been achieved yet. Hard to ignore ones vices when they are knocking on your door. He could feel the pack of cigarettes pushing against his leg through his pants pocket, but he dared not take them out. Not right now anyway, the last thing he wanted to do was break the conversation. He began hopping his leg up and down beneath the bar to take his mind off of it.

“Science-fiction? No, nothing like that. Although my publisher has tried convincing me to, I’d be terrible at that stuff. No my field of writing is a bit more boring. History” As soon as he finished the sentence he had a sharp sensation shoot up his spine. His face drooped as he tried to turn his head left and right so that it wouldn't seem like he was looking for someone. He didn't physically recognise anyone but there was an Angel lurking around. But whose angel was it, was the more important question on Damien’s mind. Demons weren't liked by Angels, they got in the way and tainted their wards. He also knew that he was part of a group of demons that were vilified by the Angels for the methods he used. Hard to keep your ward pure and alive if you had a mischievous Demon tainting them and leading them down the path of sin in the name of achieving happiness.

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#, as written by Beeps
Michael stood glaring from a distance as he watched the pair at the bar. Jettie was flirting with the damn demon, actually flirting with that... that scum. Humans were so frustrating. How could she? How could his ward just... Even his thoughts were at a loss for words as he steamed over what was taking place.

Finally his feet caught up to the anger raging inside him. Quickly he crossed the casino floor and let himself behind the bar. He paid no mind to the other tenders as they cast him curious confused glances. His seething eyes were only focused on one thing as he came up beside Jettie. She did not even realize he was standing next to her. It made him sick.

"Jettie..." Michael had had intentions of keeping his voice low and steady but seeing her smile at that demon was almost more than he could stand. The cocaine was certainly not helping his swing in mood either. "Jettie. Your shift is over. You can leave early..."

She looked over at him almost like she was waking from a dream. Her once flirty smile pulled downward into an almost pouty frown before recovering into something forced. "Okay. Let me just..." She started to turn back to speak to the demon as if to tell him bye or get his number or who the hell knew.

"Now, Jettie." His voice was more forceful this time, perhaps too much so. Jettie jerked her head back to him with an almost scared look wrinkling across her delicate features. He hated seeing her like that... But what choice did he have?

She was stumbling over her words now, "I, um, okay..."

Michael could tell he had dampered whatever she was hoping to take place. And he did not mind one bit. As she fumbled at putting away a whiskey bottle, he finally turned his glare to the demon who was perched so casually at the bar. Michael let him know by his aggitated look alone that he knew exactly what he was and hopefully was emitting enough hate and testosterone that the beast would flee and never lay eyes on his ward again. Likely the Angel would not be so lucky.

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#, as written by conor
Damien was now smiling and laughing along with almost everything she said. So much so that his jaw was almost hurting. It had been a while since he had felt this alive. There was definitely an innocence in this girl, but also something dormant awaiting deep inside just looking for the right moment to explode into life. That would be his job.

She spoke with confidence, and charm. It was a ballsy attitude and a risky path to take, but it was working Damien was hooked. He looked at her face again. Her golden hair bobbed as she talked, it almost looked like her hair was making her whole face glow. He shook his head and took another large gulp of the newly re-filled whiskey. She was certainly doing a number on him. Now he would have to capitalise and drive the deal home. At least, he hoped thats where the night would end.

"That's a shame, I bet you'd make a great masseuse, get all the customers." Damien rubbed his forehead and blinked his eyes a few times. Perhaps drinking at such a speed was a poor decision given the circumstances. It always annoyed him how even supernatural beings like himself still suffered the same debilitating effects of intoxicants as humans did. He was always told it was to keep them 'grounded'. Sounded like a serious design flaw if you asked him. Although there was probably a reason for it Damien didn't care to discover it, he was happy enough to just get angry at it. Hell, it made him appreciate the stuff more. Wheres the fun in alcohol if you can't get drunk.

"No, not like schoolbooks. I write mostly fictional stuff, made up characters dropped in real world events. Kind of a pseudo-history. The characters might not be real but the events and details around them are historical fact. I did try my hand at one or two factual books but I much prefer writing the fiction. It comes easier to me." Yea, it was much easier to write about everything he had been through than make real stuff up. That made total sense. Who was he to complain though, they made him a fortune.

At that moment he was suddenly interrupted. His sense went into overload and he realised this was the angel that he had felt nearby. Now it all made sense. He was her angel. Everything clicked into place. There was no doubt in his mind about her. He was her ward. He let himself crack a cheeky smile before coming to the realisation of what was happening. She was quickly shuffled away and silenced by the angel. As she disappeared behind him Damien mustered the energy to stand up, albeit a bit off balance thanks to the drink but he gained his composure pretty fast.

Slowly he moved in towards the angel. "I know what you are, and you know what I am. More importantly judging from your reaction you know who I am. So lets get the record straight. I always get the job done There's nothing you can do. Remember this is Vegas, the city of sin. You're already a hundred steps behind me." Damien winked and cracked a devious smile. The game was just about to begin, and he had a head start. Now all he had to do was find her again.

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Michael waited till Jettie retreated away from the bar before he responded to the demon. He did not want her to see him talking to the vermin; the last thing he needed was for her to butt in when she had no idea what was really happening. To her, this demon was just a flirtatious smile and a promise of a good tip, at least that is all he hoped that she was thinking. She couldn't possibly be actually attracted to him. He looked dirty and homeless. Jettie would never go for it. She liked fit guys who dressed well and kept their face clean shaven. Someone more like Michael.

"Get the job done?" Michael scoffed as he watched the demon all but wobble to a stand. "Vegas or Sodom and Gomorrah, it would not make a difference, Filth." He let his molten chocolate eyes scan briefly over the demon, "You don't know her and you never will. I advise you stay away. Far away. This is your first warning. You will not be getting another..."

Michael started to turn to leave but met the Demon's eyes one last time, "At least not in this friendly of a manner."

With that Michael stalked off, giving Andrea and Rob warning shots not to question him as he passed. Rumors would be flying at the watering hole tonight no doubt. But it couldn't be helped. He could not let that demon weasel his way into Jettie's life. He would not let that happen, Lord willing. And certainly God would not want to give one such as Jettie over to the demons. She was too sweet and pure. Even despite his lack of guidance over the years, still she had managed. Surely it was not all for not. No, Michael would have to behave and pay more attention from now on.

Starting right now, Michael resolved as he made his way back to the employee lounge. However it took longer than expected. He got stopped three times to deal with managerial issues. An upset customer who swore the machine didn't give her her proper winnings, someone complaining about bathroom cleanliness and honestly he toned out most of the last confrontation. If he was going to get serious about keeping Jettie away from the demon's temptations, he would would have to start by quitting this damned job!

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Damien watched as the angel walked away after his rather dull spiel, melting into the crowd that swirled around him. "What a dick" he said, not having any care for whoever heard him say it. The angels little speech certainly gave off an air of confidence, but Damien didn't fall for any of it. He was clearly threatened by the presence of a demon. Perhaps even jealous? All Damien cared about is that he had ruffled the feathers of the pompous little prick. He could feed off of that fun alone. There were few things in the world more enjoyable than getting under the skin of an angel.

Unfortunately though, the angel had managed to put an end to his evening. Going to another drinking hole and continuing the night didn't seem as exciting without the thought of an attractive bartender to pass the time. He could visualise her face, her blonde hair bobbing up and down as she smiled with rosy red cheeks. And her eyes, damn you could get lost in them. Damien shook his head and snapped out of it. Certain he must of looked like a right old eejit standing in the middle of a busy casino staring into the distance. Reaching into his pocket he pulled out his wallet and unfolded it. Selecting a few of the crisp green notes to pull out and place on the bar.

Navigating his way through the swarm of people he managed to break out and reach the door. As it opened he was blasted by a wall of the cool night time air. He hadn't realised how warm it was inside. How on earth anyone could work in there for more than a few hours puzzled him. Maybe they just learned to block it out. The cooler temperatures were much more his style. He was used to the Irish climate. The kind of place where a double digit temperature in Celsius was considered a warm day. Yet he came all the way to the middle of a desert. His own logic sometimes puzzled him. As a demon though it was easy to put things down to fate. He was just a pawn in a bigger game. It didn't bother him though, because the game was fun.

He found himself walking aimlessly down the street. Traffic whizzed by and all the lights of the Vegas strip dazzled with a blinding intensity. It sure was a one of a kind place. He'd never seen anything like it that's for sure. Granted most of his travels had him in Europe up until now. Still, it was quite a site.

He pulled out the pack of cigarettes that had spent the evening squashed in his pants pocket. Flipping open the lid with his thumb he selected one and pulled it out of the cardboard box. He pushed the box back into his pocket and replaced it with a lighter. An old bronze lighter that he got almost 100 years ago from World War I. Picked it up off of some poor French guy who certainly wouldn't have needed it anymore anyway. He fiddled with it between his fingers for a bit and eventually brought it up to the cigarette that was now protruding from his lips. Using his hand as a shield against the wind he flicked the flint of the lighter and held the flame under the tip of the cigarette. A quick puff and he was away. The end of the cigarette glowing a soft orange as he put the lighter away.

The smell of burning tobacco filled the air around him. Therapeutic he claimed. It's not as if it could kill him anyway so why not? It certainly took away some of the tension as he blocked out the sounds of the busy street. So, Jettie was his new ward. It was certainly going to be an interesting story. Tempt her down the path of sin? He was certain he could do that anyway. He'd already made headway before the bloody angel barged in. Her guardian of course, he knew now anyway that he was in the picture. Shrugging his shoulders he looked once more on to the busy road, back to the street and leaning against a lamppost. He might as well finish his cigarette before hailing a taxi. Take in some more of the desert air before heading home.