Oh, hi there. You're the protector right?" She shook John's hand. "Pleased to meet your acquaintance." She smiled. Then she saw the other guy, the one who could just appear. Her smile faded, as she sensed a little recognition. "Have we met before today? I feel like I have seen you before." She kept from shaking his hand, but wouldn't move her eyes.
"So, uh, protector. Something must have really made Marcey mad, cuz she and that other guy seem really sad. Could you talk to her please? I don't like sad people. I promise I won't touch this stuff, God knows I won't." She pointed to the sky and crossed her heart. "And I don't lie."John sighed. He was never good with the mushy stuff, but he was better than Azrael. "Az, go pack up, you know what we're going to need."
And with that, John made his way upstairs to Marceys room, and knocked. "Hey, let me in."
"Go away." She countered.
"Marcey, you know I'm not going away. Just open the door. In case you were wondering, it's John."
He tried to door. Locked.
"I'm going to bed, goodnight."
"Jesus Marcey don't make me break my own god damn door."
"Good. Night"
"God damn it." He thought, as he took a steps back, and kicked her door in.
"I told you I wasn't going anywhere, what's wrong." He said as he sat on the edge of her bed.
She didn't respond.
"It's Shrade isn't it. You love him. Believe it or not, I do know how you feel. You don't know how he feels. I still have that problem every once in a while. The best you can do is ask him. What's the worst he's going to say, right? It's not going to kill you, as much as you think it might. Now me, I'm not allowed to love, even when I do. Believe me, don't bottle it, or you'll end up old and alone."
And with that, he made his way downstairs.
Azrael made his way into the weapons room, and began packing. He had just finished when he smelled it. Phoenix. He was in one of their heads. Couldn't have been John, he had the brand, and Ayzlee was an angel. So it was one of the twins.
He quickly teleported to the main floor, and saw Kyra, balled on the floor. "Fuck." He made his way to her, rolled her on her back, and exasperated his image from her brain.
"Sit up." He forced her to sit up, as he got her some water.
"Drink."
"Don't listen to him. He'll turn you into something you're not." Not that she would trust him anyway, but trust didn't matter.
He touched her head, and ported her to the couch. She would need to rest, it was unlikely she was coming with them.
"John, let's go." He said as he appeared in the door frame of Marcey's room. John armed up, and asked if Kyra would be coming.
"No, she's had an encounter." He spoke like it wasn't a big deal.
"Azrael, what the fuck. You're staying with her, port me there, and then come back. I'll take care of our little demon problem, and you god damn well better keep her safe, or we're going to have a problem." John was upset, he wasn't even going to tell him. Oh man, this would be good for some stress relief. John armed himself with a crossbow, five silver bolts, five throwing knives, and a shortblade. He went downstairs, donned his robes, which were much nicer than his last set. They fit better, and they were even colored, royal blue. And they had spots for throwing knives, which was awesome.