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The End of Days

The End of Days

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It's been three years since they arrived and nine weeks of nothing but havoc. All they know is to wait for orders, but what happens after their leader is presumably dead? Chaos is unleashed and our story in the new world begins...

5,117 readers have visited The End of Days since Emmie_Hoeller created it.

ibecameinsane are listed as curators, giving them final say over any conflict & the ability to clean up mistakes.

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this rp is based on the book series "penryn and the end of days," by susan ee. http://www.susanee.com/blog/angelfall/ https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/11500217-angelfall

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Rise From the Depths: Andrew Prahlow




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|{ Owner & GM }|
Emmie_Hoeller

|{ Co-GM }|
ibecameinsane

|{ Disclaimer }|
Please do not recreate or use any content used inside this RP without my permission or without asking first. Also, almost all of the content is based on the book series "Penryn and the end of days," and I do not own any of the gifs or images utilized.




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"Fools rush in where angels fear to tread."
Alexander Pope




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It's been three years since they arrived, nobody knows why they're here or what they want from humanity, not even the angels themselves are sure as to what their mission is, all they know is to stay put and wait for orders. But what happens after their great leader is presumably dead, murdered by the daughters and sons of man?

Chaos is unleashed and the law & order as we know it is destroyed and rendered useless, where angels roam free without authority other than the messengers, and where humans try to survive as best as they can. On an attempt to regain control, archangel try to climb their way up to take their position as the new leader but of course, it is much easier said than done.

Most of the humans are frighten at the mayhem that the angels have brought upon Earth and stay hidden as best as they can, others have formed groups of scavengers and rebels who fight independently in anger against the angels. On the other hand, there are others who want to do nothing but to gain the angels favor so that they may protect them. Of course, most angels who do take them in take them as pets or lesser beings for it is forbidden to fall in love with a daughter or son of man. Last but not least, there is the resistance; those who scheme mass attacks against the angels, they are much bigger and much more civilized than any other group of scavengers or rebels, they stand strong in numbers but are also the most exposed to angel attacks.

Little is known about the angels other than they are extremely strong and resilient, so much that many have never even seen an angel being killed by the hand of humans other than the leader of angels, and even his death was never confirmed by neither angel nor man. Angels can be injured but it is extremely rare to kill them; it is only by either using their own sword, by ripping their limbs or by drowning them given that they can’t swim. Of course, not all humans know of their weakness, only those in the resistance and a few other humans who have had close encounters with angels may have learned such valuable pieces of information.

Angels are beautiful and majestic creatures but it is not by virtue of being merciless and loving of human kind as it is depicted in the old world, it is by the power that they hold. Every single angel is gifted at birth with their own sword, though there are a few exceptions given that the swords may also be attained either by fighting against another angels proving one's worthiness or by gaining the loyalty of the sword. Also, Archangel's swords are the most powerful swords, and they hold a greater power than any other angel's.


First part of the password: What was the last book your read?



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Our story begins exactly nine weeks after the angel's leader, the archangel Michael, has disappeared; his apparent murder broadcasted live on Television before everything went static. All types of media were shut down after that, and all angels went on a frenzy either killing every human on sight, or taking humans as hostages to please them as they saw fit.

Prior the nine weeks, exactly two years and three weeks before, Michael brought a garrison of Angels to Earth and upon their arrival they kidnapped over a dozen humans to serve them during their visit. On the second year of their arrival more Angels came to indulge in earth's bounty, but no more humans were kidnapped under Michael's instruction. When the third year came, The Aerie was attacked. Some humans escaped but most did not and Michael was slain in the mass confusion of the ambush. Essentially it's been nine weeks since Michael's death and since then his angels have gone crazy to reassemble themselves without a leader. Most humans were unaware of the Angels' presence until the death of the archangel and since then The Aerie has been open to them. Humans are allowed to come into The Aerie but once they do, they're not allowed to leave.

Soon after, with nobody to call the shots the angels began fighting one another ripping each others wings and fighting to steal sword's loyalties, that was until the messengers, older Archangels respected by almost all Angels, gave the signal to stop everything until they found their new leader. In the meantime, the fallen angels, those who have fallen in love with the daughters or sons of man, shun by both angels and humans and once punished by the archangels, either try to win their way back with the angels or try to fight against brothers and sisters by joining the resistance itself.

Now most Angels live on the Aerie where they are constantly throwing exotic parties with a different theme every time. Though they used to have a different safe haven, after a surprise attack by the resistance, they changed their "headquarters". The Aerie is also the place where some humans, specially those who want the favors of the Angels, go to. Even those who have families, risk it all by dressing as exotically as possible, hoping that an Angel might take interest and take them under their wings. It is also the place where the resistance infiltrates their people seeing how there are many human servants who work during these parties.

Then, of course, there is the ongoing war between archangels. The never ending dispute of political power, some wanting to exterminate the human race once and for all while others want to protect them at all cost, and for the most part indifference as to what happens to them.

As if things weren't bad enough, one of the archangels is taking large groups of human hostages to work at mysterious compounds and, for the younger ones, making experiments that would take their humanity away turning them into monsters. Doing so, with only one purpose on mind, to create more chaos and to motivate the lenient angels who still have doubts whether the human race is worth being saved; to finally give rise to the true apocalypse.




Second part of the password: What's your favorite color?

|{ Name || Role || Face Claim || Description/Relationship || Open - Reserved - Taken - {NPC} }|





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{|Godric | Archangel | Face Claim: Steven Strait | Taken by Emmie_Hoeller|}

{Sworn to protect human kind no matter what the cost is. He took the wings of [FC: Donghae] for going on a rampage killing a group of savages. Though his motives behind his attachment towards human kind are unknown he is willing to fight his own kind if it would mean saving the human race }

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{|Elijah| Archangel | Face Claim: Sean O'Pry | Taken by shatari|}

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{|Jacob | Archangel | Face Claim: Alex Pettyfer | Taken by Cloud|}

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{|Theliel | Angel | Face Claim: Francisco Lachowski | Taken by Burn One Down|}

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{|__________ | Angel | Face Claim: Donghae | Open |}

{Ruthless, cruel and merciless, nobody knows where is deep hatred for humans came from. His hatred for humankind is almost as intense as his hatred for Godric, whom took his wings off and left him almost dead for going on a rampage killing off humans}

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{|Zachariel & Samael | Cherubs | Face Claim: Harries Twins | {NPC}

Zachariah & Samael are twin cherubs; the youngest of their garrison down on Earth. The twins are inseparable; you'll never see one without the other and they're always finishing each other's sentences. They adore humanity and act as children often do amongst others their own age. They treat the Children of Man with respect, if you could call it that. They're more like hyperactive puppies than heavenly foot-soldiers.

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{|Uriella | Angel | Face Claim: Emily Didonato | | Taken by LostRiver|}

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{|Sariah| Angel | Face Claim: Felicity Jones | | Taken by Cloud|}

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{|Raziel | Angel | Face Claim: Mila Kunis | | Taken by WillPen|}

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{|Seraphiel | Angel | Face Claim: Megan Fox | {NPC}

{She is the epitome of everything that is malevolent in her species. Children of Man, for her, are lesser than scum. She uses them to appease her sexual appetite, treating them as slaves in order to accomplish even the most meticulous of tasks. She will not spare the rod towards these humans, nor does she want to make peace and live amongst them as equals}

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{|Anael | Angel | Face Claim: Kristin Kreuk | Taken by Emmie_Hoeller|}

Indifferent towards the human race and extremely loyal to Godric. Though their is a sisterly and brotherly relationship, Anael's feelings for the Archangel are clearly romantic |






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At least that is how the angels call them. The daughters of man all have different reasons as to why they want to gain the angels favors, some seek protection thinking that they stand no chance against the angels, while others have their families hostages on the Aerie and are planning to rescue them. In rare occasions the daughters of man may develop feelings for their angels, in the same way that angels may develop feelings for them, however it is a crime punishable by death. Rumors say that at least one of them is an undercover agent from the resistance.






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{|Ambrosia Cole | Daughter of man | Face Claim: Audrey Kitching | | {NPC}

{One of the first Daughter of Man to arrive to the Aerie, she's typically escorting both male and female Angels who wish to have her company. All Ambrosia wants is to do is escape the Aerie, which she would have done successfully if it wasn't because an Angel is keeping a tight leash on her neck. Her hatred for the Angels is almost as intense as her fear towards them}

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{|Gaige Walden | Daughter of man | Face Claim: Hayley Williams | Taken by lizardheartstrings|}

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{|Charlotte Reid | Daughter of man | Face Claim: Karen Gillan | Taken by Cloud|}

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{|Lindsay Price | Daughter of man | Face Claim: Kat Graham | {NPC}

{Captured during the first raid and has been at The Aerie ever since. The Angel that stole her away treated her poorly, brainwashing her with abuse until she swore her undying loyalty to him. He died during the attack on The Aerie but she did not try to escape, essentially suffering from Stockholm Syndrome. Now she remains simply to serve the Angels and will likely do anything for them}

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{|__________ | Daughter of man | Face Claim: Jhene Aiko | {Reserved}





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Much like the daughters of man, they all have their reasons as to why they are in the Aerie or why they are seeking to gain the angels favors. Some are trying to gain Intel on the angels, after all keep your friends closer but your enemies closer. There is at least one male undercover who is part of the resistance.





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{|Darian Valaro | Son of man | Face Claim: Hayden Christensen | | Taken by Not that awesome|}

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{|Stiles | Son of man | Face Claim: Dylan O'Brien | Taken by ibecameinsane|}

{This spastic teen was amongst those first group of humans that were captured as servants under Michael's command. He's always wanted out of The Aerie but ever since Michael's death he's become more adamant in his attempts. He just wants to find his father and the only way he can is if he's a free man}

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{|Ashlynn Seriess Mucci | Son of man | Face Claim: Aaron Taylor-Johnson | | Taken by Onica-Louis|}

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{|Simon McCoy | Son of man | Face Claim: Iwan Rheon | {NPC}

Reserved but friendly, this young adult has been around as long as Stiles. He remains loyal to his friend, however there is resentment between them. Simon's time in The Aerie hasn't been as easy as Stiles'. Under Seraphiel's instruction, his body has been used to almost every extent. He's been worked to his limits, nearly dying a couple of times from the severity of the labor. Still, he remains hopeful that he'll someday escape The Aerie and return home}





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The Freelanders do not have a denomination because they are a one man crew. Most, if not all, have had a close encounter with an Angel and have learned the hard way their weaknesses and what makes them tick. After the resistance, they are the ones who have the largest amount of information about the angels and may have killed an angel before.




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{|______ | Fallen Angel | Face Claim: Mario Casas | Open |}

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{|Rory Daniels| Freelancer | Face Claim: Nico Mirallegro | | Taken by Burn One Down|}

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{|Rosalie Fray | Freelancer | Face Claim: Emily Browning | | {NPC}

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{|______ | Freelancer | Face Claim: Maggie Q | Open|}





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Perhaps the wildest humans of the new world, the rebels are the governors at night raiding and stealing what they need. The rebels are said not fear anything, some even say they do not fear the angels themselves. The leader of the rebels is an insane ruthless woman, not that the other rebels mind being a bit loose on the head themselves. The rebels have been known to have ripped angels of their wings before, not that it is an easy task, but nonetheless the rumors have been gaining the angels attention lately making them the next big target after the resistance.




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{|Zodiac | Leader of the rebels | Face Claim: Michelle Rodriguez | Open |}

{It is unknown as to how she became what she is in the present time, perhaps she has always been this way, only nobody can judge her now with all the world gone to hell}

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{|__________ | Rebel | Face Claim: Andy Biersack | Open |}

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{|Miyazaki Ruka| Rebel | Face Claim: Kiko Mizuhara | Taken by Burn One Down|}

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{|Bloodhound | Rebel | Face Claim: Rick Genest | {Reserved}





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The most organized group and the biggest too, much like the Rebels, the Resistance is willing to fight the Angels at all cost. The Resistance is the group which organizes mass attacks against the Angels. All members contribute in any way possible, though most members are very young and untrained they are the group who have the most information about Angels, they have even managed to infiltrate some members inside the Aerie in an attempt to learn more about their enemy. Though not much is known about who is giving the calls behind close curtains, not even the leader himself if too sure about who is calling all the shots, nobody questions the authority the leader holds even though he has doubts of his own.




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{|Oliver Snow | Leader of the resistance | Face Claim: Jensen Ackles | {NPC}

{A man with strong personality who wants nothing more than to help humanity and destroy the angels. Although he is the one who gives the orders most of the times, there are those who are in a higher position than him, he has his doubts but he knows that the resistance is the best shot at humanities survival}

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{|Amelia Jasper | Resistance | Face Claim: Tatiana Maslany (Cosima) | Taken by Little Fox|}

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{______ | Resistance | Face Claim: Robert Sheehan | Open|}

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{|Jessamine Kingsley | Resistance | Face Claim: Britt Robertson | Taken by Zoey26123|}

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{|Lucien | Fallen Angel | Face Claim: Tyler Hoechlin | Taken by ibecameinsane|}

{Being Fallen isn't as rare as it may seem but it has its advantages. Lucien is the only link to the outside world for those sons and daughters of man working for The Resistance. He goes in and out whenever he pleases and the Angels are none the wiser. He's the key to The Resistance's celestial intelligence and is a valued member of the group}






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The Aerie

The Aerie by ibecameinsane

"You can check-in any time you like, but you can never leave."

The Resistance

The Resistance by ibecameinsane

A safe haven for those who want sanctuary from the Angels

The Rebel's Domain

The Rebel's Domain by ibecameinsane

"Abandon all hope, ye who enter here."

Earth

Earth by Emmie_Hoeller

This is Earth now, or at least what is left of it; even though the Angels have not been long on Earth they have made a mess of it. This is the new world.

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Jock watched in amusement as his words sunk in, noting the change in emotions that crossed the young man's partially concealed face. With what appeared to be a 'snap' of emotions, the human cracked. His arm drew back, fingers clenched into a fist, and then his fist connected with Jock's ribs. "Say that again, motherfucker, I dare you." The human snarled.
Jock would have been lying if he didn't concede that the punch had hurt, although perhaps 'hurt' would have been a slight exaggeration. And Jock would never actually admit to being injured by a human. As it was, the punch was more of an uncomfortable pressure than anything else, or at least that was all that Jock would admit to.

Although being punched was far from the top of his wish list, he couldn't help but find the whole situation amusing. After all, it wasn't everyday that some deluded human lost his or her anger at Jock and decided to settle it with fists. More like a monthly occurrence for the Arch-angel. Perhaps at another time, in a different situation Jock might have been angrier, he'd certainly had limbs cut off and humans caged for doing far less. But, luckily for the masked human, Jock appeared to be in a forgiving mood (or at least as forgiving as you could expect from Jock). A small smile flickered across his face as he looked at the human. "You know, I almost felt that." Jock said, his tone irritatingly condescending. His hand came up to lightly brush the targeted spot. It was perhaps slightly more tender than normal, but Jock wasn't about to admit that.

Before he could speak again, possibly with some order for the human, the pair were joined by a darked haired man. Jock didn't recognise him by appearance right away, Lucien was hardly someone that Jock regularly thought about and his face was partially obscured, but the name came to him as soon as the Fallen Angel started to speak. "Excuse my companion... I'm afraid he doesn't know how to conduct himself in certain company. It won't happen again, I assure you. No harm done?"
Jock didn't reply for a moment, his eyes wondering over the Fallen Angel before glancing back to the human. It hardly mattered to Jock whether this human was his companion or not, Lucien's threat was only minimal at the current moment. Jock would have easily gone through the Fallen Angel had the need arisen. However, the night was young and Jock was prepared to let the incident go (his mind was already turning towards the multitudes of alcohol floating around).

Before Jock could reply another figure joined the rapidly growing group, this one an Angel of Jacob's acquaintance. Ella, dressed in a stunning gown and mask, appeared at his side. "I almost want to know what you said to this human to make him loss any sense he had and punch an Archangel." She said to Jock as she eyed the human in question.
"It's my charismatic demeanour, people tend to go a little crazy when I'm around." he replied in a careless drawl, flashing a sly smirk at the human.
Ella turned her attention to the human, flashing him a stunning smile, "Look, Jock's an ass-hole, as you clearly know by now, but I think you're gonna want to leave pretty soon," She told him. Jock raised his eyebrows, pretending to be mock insulted by Ella's name calling. However, rather than try to defend the accusation he simply shrugged. It was true after all and he wasn't in the mood to pretend otherwise.

While Jock didn't take offense to Ella's words, it appeared that Lucien did. Although, it was safe to assume that Lucien was offended by the angel's appearance on the scene and not the name calling.
"This human won't be leaving as I've already taken full responsibility for his behaviour. May his actions be of his own from now on but for this action he will not be charged. If I find him out on his ass be mindful that I'll have no problem putting you out on yours." Lucien said before moving on. Jacob listened, his mind skipping over the warning and instead only hearing the challenge. His smirk became a wolfish grin as he watched Lucien's receding back, then as the Fallen Angel disappeared amongst the crowd Jacob turned his attention back to the Son of Man.
"Well, what'll it be? Are you going to run after your master?" He asked, the wolfish smile on his face taking a more predatory appearance, "Or is little Johnny old enough to play with the big kids."

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"You seem so human to be an angel." The words were innocent enough, but the sad smile that flitted to her face was genuine. It was a fair statement she supposed. She wasn't like most of the other angels that lived in The Aerie and was more likely to be found with Ashly or another human. It is also true that some of the things that her fellow angels did infuriated her. However, they were still her family and she was still one of them. As much as Ash didn't seem to mind, it was just another obstacle in their friendship.

Almost as soon as a the sad grimace graced her mouth, it was replaced with a wide grin and a blush as his glowing compliments and threats to leave her behind reached her ears. "Why, my dear Ashly. I could never compete with your mysterious charm and well-fitted tux." Raz proclaimed as she approached her companion, finally taking in the sight that she had been glancing at in her mirror for hours. She never understood how he could look absolutely the same, but a simple change in wardrobe made him seem less scholarly and more dangerous. His usual attractive flair was enhanced in a way that Raziel wasn't certain she could understand. To keep her hands busy, Raz smoothed the lapels of his tuxedo. Then, just to annoy him, she pushed his glasses further up his face and tapped the end of his nose. Momentarily, she entertained the though of adjusting his hair, but dismissed the idea, lest she mess his up as well.

In reply to his attitude, she countered. "While I'm terribly flattered that you'd be late for me, I'm afraid tonight you have no choice. You seem to be my date and it would be incredibly rude to leave me behind. However, I think I'm ready" Raziel tightened the strings of her mask and replaced it over her face. With pride, she adjusted the height so she could actually see where she was going.

"My lady," Ash called with a slightly emphasized cockiness in his voice. He offered her his arm as he readjusted his glasses. Raziel realized as she took his arm that his voice had a slight rumble to it, as though he'd be a beautiful singer. She reminded herself to ask him to sing for her on one of the days that she needed to feign command over him. Despite not approving of the human slavery, those days were her favorite. She would ask increasingly odd things of him to see how committed he was to playing the part of a dutiful slave.

Leading the way to the party, Raz found herself getting increasingly nervous. With her luck, all her feathers would fall out before they even arrived. She was sure that Ashly had noticed the near constant readjusting of her wings, he had gotten hit in the back of the legs a few times as they were walking down the corridor.

"Sorry," she grimaced as he was hit once again by her twitching wings.

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By about the third time Ashlynn had been lightly tapped by the baby soft wings of Raziel he turned his head to her. “Everything is going to be ok, you act like you don't see most of these creatures everyday.” Everything he said held on to his normal pose, but it wasn't completely on the kind side. Ashly would never try to infer anything wrong with Raz's family; it seemed like he did from time to time without meaning to. He wouldn't always refer to them as angels, but creatures. At times he still found it hard to wrap his mind around the thought of such holy beings being vindictive, crud, controlling, and so many different things. Raziel could be considered an angel in his eyes, she was so kind and compassionate,

unlike her brothers and sisters. “Also, you're wearing a mask so if you do something stupid the others might not even recognize it's you.” Letting his attention drift he noticed they had arrived at the party. People were enjoying marrying making with large smiles and beaming eyes. It was also nice for to see all the humans that were also in the room. Some were partaking in the fun while others appeared to be serving and tending to their owners. As he was scanning the room he tried to find black wavy locks and electric blue eyes that would stick out at any twist or turn, but to his luck there was none he could point out, Maybe my brothers would pop up somewhere. Out of the trust he had gained towards Raziel he still tended to carry some secrets, his brothers being the main one. Ever since he had returned that had been his main goal, but for now he would have to push that side thought away and attend to Raz.

“Would you have this dance with me?” Without really waiting for an answer he held out his hand to her, took her hand in his, and then lead her towards the dance floor. When dancing amongst the others he held her firmly and tightly, but also managed to keep it graceful and comfortable. She was so graceful alone, a good dancer, light on her feet, and easily followed Ashly's lead. “I haven't danced since my junior prom.” The statement was more to himself, but he shared it allowed anyways. “This happens to be much better. When I went it was more by force. My b-” clearing his throat in a natural way he continued, “best friend wanted to go, but he was to young and had me buy his ticket. In the end we ended dancing the night away together, it was fun I guess.” A laugh like rumble came from him. Through his highschool years, and all other years, he wasn't big on friends let alone best friends. He had honestly taken his youngest brother to the prom. Of course the teachers knew it was his sibling, for whatever reason they allowed it. At first Ashlynn had turned it down, but with all the begging he finally caved with the excuse 'to get him to shut up', the real reason happened to be that he wanted to see his brother happy.

Wiping the thoughts of his past from his mind he knew that it would only bring him discomfort. “This almost seems normal.” As he comments he easily pushes Raziel away from his body in a spinning motion, then pulled her back in with a miniature dip. “At this moment it seems like there has never been anything wrong with the world.” Pulling her back up his facial expressions had changed into a tiny frown. Things were not good, how much longer could he pretend they were. Not wanting to ruin her night he plastered a fake smile to his face, “Would you like to get something to eat or drink?"

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The moment his punch landed, Rory immediately knew how much of a mistake he'd made, and the
angels sweeping in to the scene of the crime like vultures did nothing for the growing panic and disdain
in his stomach, cold and swelling. He shrunk back, shoving a hand into his pocket for the soft pack of
filterless pall mals, rummaging around and trying not to bend the package.

“You know, I almost felt that,” Jacob said, while Rory flicked his
cigarette lighter to life. He could hear
the tobacco burn at the tip.

Rory kept his gaze carefully on the ground at their feet, watched the last droplets of the alcohol he'd
spilled catching the sunset light and scattering it across the area three inches in every direction from the
little droplets. He thought of chandeliers and anything but the three masked figures suddenly swarmed
around them. When Lucien laid claim to him, Rory coughed on an inhale of cigarette smoke and he
winced. He kept his eyes on the ground, maybe he could slip away, be forgotten when the focus shifted
from him to someone else, to the converging guests.

The female angel made Rory nervous even more than the blond one he'd run into, and he shifts uneasy
from one foot to the other, his eyes still surveying drops of alcohol scattered across the toes of his
shoes. Her presence felt too cold to him, and he felt naked without weapons, so he let his eyes survey
their surroundings, try to find something he could use in a pinch. He was good at that sort of thing, but
with anxiety sliding through his veins like lead he could hardly move. He hardly caught the smirk Jock
tossed his way. It made him grimace hard, scowl into disgust. Still, it softened a bit as Lucien defended
him, made it evident there wasn't technically a reason to send him away or attack just yet. When Jock
spoke again, it was directly to him. He had the grin of a predator when he did, a wolf among the sheep.

“Well, what'll it be? Are you going to run after your master, or is little Johnny old enough to play with the big kids?”

Rory felt poison defensiveness rise in his gut and while he took a long drag, he proffered a glare and
grimace combination that read nothing but malice with an edge of anxiety. He took another shaky drag
and realized he actually had to decide, and he tossed Lucien a glance, but shook his head.

“I'm not a coward. And my name's not Johnny. I'm Rory, for your goddamn information.”

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"Is that so? Well, perhaps you'd want to venture out to see some parts that might be intriguing. A lot of the city nearby isn't the best, you must know where to go," Jessamine said. Elijah glanced down at her, thinking over her words for a moment. "Is that so? I suppose that if I had something intriguing, as you say, I would possibly venture out more often." He said at length. He fell silent again, simply concentrating on those about them. However, truly, his main focus was on the Human that stood near him. She was soon bringing him out of his thoughts. This was something that most found hard to do. "I'm sorry, but I feel obligated to ask... Do you really wish to talk to me or are you only doing it because you had to come to the ball?" At her question, Elijah turned so as to be able to see her better.

Had he been anyone else, he would possibly have laughed and smiled at her. However, he was Elijah and laughing or smiling was something that he very rarely did. "Please, no more apologizing. I am more than happy to answer your questions. I am not the kind of being that would simply stand around chatting with someone if I did not wish to. As a Archangel I have the luxury of being able to ignore those I choose. I must admit, there are not many that I find interesting." He paused for a moment, allowing his words to wash over the woman. "I would like to ask you a question, if I may?"

Elijah waited patiently for the Human to answer him. As he waited, he allowed his gaze to roam over the woman. He could not say that he often mingled with Humans. It was just the way it was. As he nearly ever left the Aerie, it made sense that he did not speak with Humans all too often. Elijah was the kind of person that was happy being alone more often than spending time with another being. Usually, he was forced to spend a bit of time with Godric but anyone else he tended to find reasons to get out of it.

"I was wondering why you are speaking with me. Most of your kind hates mine and try not to get near us unless they have to. And yet, here you are..standing with me and carrying a conversation. Like I said a moment ago..quite interesting in my opinion." He allowed a ghost of a smile to cross his features. He was interested to hear her reasoning. He was certain that he would find it every bit as interesting as he'd found their conversation thus far.

He took a final sip of his drink and passed it off as another waiter passed by. The Human tried offering him another though he refused. He did not think that he needed anymore. After Jessamine had answered him, Elijah continued. "I am most glad that our paths have crossed. It has been a very long time since I've found my attention held in such a way. Tell me, truly, what you think of is happening between our kinds."

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Amelia didn't know why she had let Oliver talk her into attending the stupid gala being held at Aerie that evening. Amelia would have much preferred to stay at their secret base where she could tamper with an acid formula to burn an angel's wings right off. But Oliver had pestered her into saying yes and she found herself squeezing into a red dress and heels, pilfering for a mask. For some reason she didn't care to ask, their illustrious leader had a spare or two. She felt incredibly sexy but utterly ridiculous at the same time, almost twisting her ankles more than once as she practiced walking and dancing in the heels. It was far from the genius' idea of a fun night but it presented some crude form of normalcy from before it became Hell on Earth; Partying, dancing, drinking, flirting, fucking. It'd be just like old times. Except they'd be surrounded by people who wanted them to kneel or die.

Yes.

An absolutely delightful evening indeed.

Sighing, the woman pulled her hair into an updo after removing her curlers before reaching behind her and finding herself failing to zip up the back of her dress. “Oliver! A little assistance?” Her thickly accented voice called out to her friend with a hint of frustration underneath, a frown still resting on her face. She was worried about the Angels there, afraid that it could be a trap. If it was, she had no means of defending herself except for her taser. But that wouldn't help. Shaking her head, she tapped a foot impatiently and turned, calling out again, “Oliver! I could just stay behind, you know!”

Getting up from his quiet corner at the back of the room, Oliver spared one last fleeting glance at the papers strewn across the desk. Battles plans, some of them were, while others were written in a code only the leader and their celestial comrade could break. As if the dress itself had done him a disservice instead of its wearer, Oliver sighed--long and suffering--zipping up the dress with a quirked brow and a smirk of slight amusement. Or you could go and drink up all the booze those winged dicks have to offer. he states in jest. Leaning back on his heels with his arms crossed, he tilts his head, You know why I'm asking you to go, Amelia. I need every set of eyes I can scoping that place out and you're one of the most observant of the bunch.

The dress immediately tightened as it was zipped up to the middle of her back and she quickly drew in breath sharply with a twitch of her left eye. “Truly, but if I'm to be keeping an eye on things then I cannot indulge myself in either drinks or sex which seems to be the only perks. It's a lose-lose for me, Olli.” Amelia whined, wanting to slouch a bit but unwilling to act like a child while sober.

Oliver huffed a laugh, You're not there to drink or have sex. You're there to make sure they're not planning anything. He wanders back over to the table and bends at the waist, going over the messages his second in command left him before he too went to the gala. Though I'm optimistic about whatever their motive is behind this thing, Lucien isn't, and I've learned to trust his instincts.

Amelia followed Oliver to the desk, barely glancing at the papers. She had seen them before and they were branded into her memories. “Bloody bastard he knows nothing of art, but you are right about his instincts. He tends to be spot on with these demons.” She grumbled as they referenced to the angel among them that she constantly harassed for his inability to make light of her lovely police sketches.

I don't know what it is with you two-... He chuckles, hazel eyes ghosting over elegant scrawl, You're like two arguing siblings, I swear

Amelia scoffed at the thought with a smirk. “I wouldn't shag my brother.”
And she hadn't slept with Lucien either. Or anyone else in a month. She grumbled some more, cursing under her breath before nodding towards Oliver. “Any idea as to what surprise might lie in wait for us?”


Oliver shivered in slight repugnance at the thought but shook it off nonetheless. He had more important things to worry about than two of his comrades screwing each other. “I have no idea. And what worries me is Lucien doesn't either.” he stands, raking his hand through his short hair in frustration, “He didn't want to go to the gala but I made him. Said he had a bad feeling the party was a ploy to gather everyone up in one place so The Aerie can make a strike.” His tone was grave but one couldn't tell how anxious he was unless they really knew him. “If anyone can hold their own around those bastards, he can.” He looked to Amelia then, a stern fondness behind his fanfiction green eyes, “When you get there I want you to find him. You're no good to me dead.” There was more weight behind those words than what was actually said, indicating that he cared more about his comrades than he usually led on. This wasn't about her not being able to take care of herself. This was about him needing her to be safe and he knew Lucien would be able to protect her.

Amelia let the usual snark fade from her expression and gave way to her own fond smile. As much as she pestered both Oliver and Lucien, she likewise cared for them and everyone else on their team. She could perfectly recall every lecture the two men had given her since she'd met them and put herself in danger. She would snark back at them and seem to disregard their words but she was happy. Happy that even when the world was shifty there were people who cared about her. “Yeah, I know... Maybe I'll see my brother or sister there.” Her smile now was sad. Hopeful, but sad. “You have my word that I will not have a drop of anything alcoholic in the slightest tonight. But I will be shagging someone at some point. You should do the same. You're a real brat when you're all tense. Sex reduces the risk for heart disease, strokes, and cancer. So, if not for fun, then for your health.” She gave a more teasing smile, weakly punching his shoulder awkwardly.

“For my health, huh?” He chuckled, accepting the punch with a fond smile on his face “Well go find Lucien anyway, I'm sure he could help you out.” Oliver winked at her, laughing a tad to hard as he took his leave. She rolled her eyes as he left before going back to her own room and performing one last nervous primp. Ready to go, she grabbed her clutch purse that had only a taser and lip gloss, leaving quickly to meet up with her angelic comrade.


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She was hardly surprised by the large amount of people already there when she arrived at the gargantuan mansion in her black Rogue. An angel greeted her and the valet took her car away while she stood for a few moments, letting people pass her by as she stared at the home. How envious she was of them, to be living in a large and beautiful home without want for anything. While others on the outside were spending their days scraping by and rationing out their food. She frowned lightly before heading in, instantly greeted with even more faces. She put in her best smile and tilted her chin up, letting her chest poke out some as she put on an air of confidence and as much regality as she could muster. As she roamed the elegant halls she met more than a few gents ready to take their short conversations into a more private setting. But she had to find Lucien first and possibly do some recon on the security system they had in place at the Aerie.

Her eyes were ever peeled for the slightest hint of danger, though often wandering towards the drinks being served. She settled for red wine that tasted of blackberry, sweet and robust in flavor with an oaky underlying taste. It was no jäger but it would suffice. Another twelve glasses and she might be able to get buzzed. Wine was water to her. But tastier. She never really got to drink it anymore and she was cherishing the chance to drink all they had. But at that moment, her mind was going a mile a minute as she cataloged everything she heard and saw; home layout, names, faces, cameras. Everything. Her gaze fell over several angels, many who didn't look pleased. Though there seemed to be an equal amount of those who did look to be in a festive mood. She clenched her jaw as she nearly bumped into one, met with a smart remark before the brunett went around her, she refusing to budge for the self-important jackass.

Again, she searched for Lucien to no avail. But she'd find him eventually, wandering about in a way that she felt was inconspicuous though highly unaware that she looked like she was looking for the perfect person to run up to an detonate a bomb on. Nobody seemed to pay her any mind though. They were too busy with each other and she intended to continue giving off a cold and distanced air to any and everyone that tried to talk to her. As each moment passed she seemed more frantic. Being out in the field was fine. She knew angel's would attack. That was her job out there. But Oliver and Lucien always had her back. She knew they'd protect her, that they were hiding nearby. She felt lost now, brushing shoulders with the enemy. She could smile no longer. Her lips were a tight line as she ducked around a corner upstairs to an empty hallway, pressing her back to the wall as she prepared for hyperventilation.

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Jessamine smiled at his words. Perhaps she could get him to come to the city someday. When she waited for her answer, she felt somewhat selfconsious all of a sudden as he turned to face her. Jessamine, who never felt selfconsious couldn't help but wonder what was happening? Was it all just becasue she thought he looked like Lucas? It wasn't that she thought it, it was entirely true as he could possibly be a twin though she wasn't certain. Lucas had been away and might have grown up to look different, but it was still strange. "Please, no more apologizing. I am more than happy to answer your questions. I am not the kind of being that would simply stand around chatting with someone if I did not wish to. As a Archangel I have the luxury of being able to ignore those I choose. I must admit, there are not many that I find interesting. I would like to ask you a question, if I may?" Elijah said and Jessamine smiled slightly. She was having a grand time at this point.

"I suppose it is fair," Jessamine says as she looks down slightly before looking back up, suddeny unsure where to look as her eye caught his wings in sight. She looked back to his eyes, remembering why she was there and wondering if it was okay to be doing what she was doing. Elijah was so patient it seemed, as if he could talk with a child all day. His gaze wasn't really concealed as he eyed her which wasn't something she was unused to though it seemed somewhat different coming from an angel, or archangel as Elijah put it.

"I was wondering why you are speaking with me. Most of your kind hates mine and try not to get near us unless they have to. And yet, here you are..standing with me and carrying a conversation. Like I said a moment ago..quite interesting in my opinion." Elijah asks making Jessamine raising her eyebrows. She had not expected that though she probably should have. She smiled that time, as she looked out at the party for a brief moment, mulling over the answer, then looked back up at Elijah. "Well, like I said, one of my closest friends was an angel. I do hate your kind, though I wouldn't have put it that way, but only those who kill, those who play with humans as if they are toys, and those who treat humans as things lesser than the dirt they walk on. Angels and archangels have made my life difficult yes, but still, I can't bring myself to hate all of them as humans can be the same way, though we don't see them as much," Jessamine says as she accepts a glass of champagne. She wondered how much more she could drink before she started to feel the effects though she felt fine still.

"Why I am talking with you is a different matter though. It is something new to me as well as usually I avoid angels as we have entirely different personalities and likes. You on the other hand, I'll be blunt, you're different it seems. I don't take you as the one to murder humans in cold blood and you've put up with me well enough... You're what I would like most angels to be like, open to new things as it appears you are, like me," Jessamine says as she takes a small sip of the glass. She had thanked the waiter, made sure to make eye contact to relay the message of thanks for his service though she was sure not many other people there would do that.

"I am most glad that our paths have crossed. It has been a very long time since I've found my attention held in such a way. Tell me, truly, what you think of is happening between our kinds." Jessamine considered his words as she fingered the stem of the glass, watching the bubbly liquid. "Well, to start, I think that something big is coming in the future. I don't know what it could possibly be, but different groups are forming on both sides and I think things are getting more dangerous everywhere. I lock my doors at night where I live for fear of someone coming whether it be angel or human, because in this new world, nobody seems safe as they are all in danger from each other. The different kinds of people in the world are changing Elijah, it may result in a better world at the end, but after all that's happened so far, nothing is for sure anymore," Jessamine says as she sadly looks down into the glass, holding the clutch wallet to her thigh as she didn't really want to hold it much more and was greatly considering dumping it somewhere considering it wasn't necessarily hers.

She shrugged her shoulders as she took a deep, slightly shaky breath. "I hope one day that we can live without prisoners, killing, and secrets, but I'm just not quite sure. That's the most honest I've been in a while and it is rather strange. Now, I've told you of my thoughts, care to share yours with me? And please, call me Jess, nobody really knows me by Jessamine as I think it's too long," Jessamine says as she stares disinterested at the champagne glass for only a moment longer, then looks up to meet Elijah's gaze. She allowed herself a moment to study him, taking in the height, the hair, his wings, eyes, and the way he carries himself as she watched for something, she wasn't sure what, but something of some sort.

Why was she talking to him? She was gathering intell. That's what she would say when asked the next day, but she wouldn't say much more than she had to and she wouldn't say less than she had to. She would say what she needed to say and what they needed to know and that was that. They didn't need to know more and she didn't need to say more like she usually believed and carried out.

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Having twin cherubs know so much about you when you know nothing about them is quite
enough to get Lucien a bit on edge. Snatching a glass of red wince from a passing platter, he
made his way up to the second floor for no reason at all if not to get some air. The gardens
would be packed, this much he knew, almost as tightly as the halls were. You'd think the near
apocalypse would've wiped out more of the population than this. He was actually pleasantly
surprised by it. Lucien isn't given much time to ponder it, however, when he sees a familiar
woman half leaning half crouching against a wall. He pauses for a moment, taking in the sight
of the formal attire she wore in place of her lab coat. It was a pleasant change, in retrospect.
Still, he couldn't leave her there to suffer in the confines of her own mind. Careful with his steps,
Lucien struts over without making a sound, handing her his glass of wine with an open
expression. It was as close to a smile as she was going to get from him, despite their closeness.

"Amelia. It seems Oliver actually managed to convince you to come as well."

"I only came to inspect their security and home layout for...stuff. And possibly fuck someone.
Preventing a future stroke from being overworked by you barbarians."
The Brit had been a bit
startled to hear Lucien's voice, immediately straightening herself up, almost tripping herself in the process.
Taking the glass of wine, she sipped slowly and watched as others walked by slowly. Not many, just
one or two. She looked away, visibly uncomfortable, her teasing tone dropping. "There's so
many of them..."


Sea foam eyes wandered, dancing lazily from one crowd to another before he made a noncommittal
noise at the base of his throat. He didn't know what she meant by that exactly, whether she was
referring to the amount of Angels or the amount of humans or an absurd mixture of both. They
remained in comfortable silence for a while, the both of them just observing, before he saw fit to
break the silence-...if only to distract himself form his own discomfort. "And what did
Oliver say when you told him you'd seek out a potential sex partner instead of what we'd been assigned?"


"You're not there to drink or have sex. You're there to make sure they're not planning
anything,"
she quoted Oliver perfectly and imitated his deep tone almost perfectly with a light snort.
"I can multitask." Her eyes followed a pretty ginger walking by but her face turned into a scowl when she
greeted another with a kiss before turning the corner. "So... What's on the agenda?"

"Absolutely nothing-..." Lucien replied bitterly, eyeing the couple Amelia had her gaze on.
He briefly regretted giving Amelia his wine. At least he'd have something to sip on, to distract
himself. "I already know this building inside and out. There was absolutely no reason for me to
show up here tonight."
He cuts his eyes to her with a cocked brow, "If you're still adamant
on laying with someone I'd suggest going somewhere else. Hardly anyone is on this floor."


Disregarding his last statement, Amelia bored into him with her gaze and stepped forward until
she was almost pressing her chest against him. "So why are you here then?"
Invasive of his personal space, she curiously peered at him longer with widened eyes as if he
had just grown a third arm.

With his eyebrows emoting more than his countenance, it was evident—if only slightly—that her
ignorance in regards to personal space had made him wary of her. "Because I was ordered to."
His answer was simple and it was all that needed to be said. He didn't want to be here but Oliver
had asked it of him. Had he not begged, Lucien wouldn't have gone. "The real question is
why couldn't you convince him to let you stay? Why are you here?"


"I told you: To shag, check their security system, and just stuff," the socially awkward
woman replied. She made no move to back away, sipping her drink. She averted her gaze though,
feeling her expression waver. Her brother and sister... She had to see if they were at the gala
somewhere. Her hopes weren't exactly high, but she'd take her chances.

Lucien didn't press the matter further. She was a terrible liar really, one of the worst he's ever
seen. Instead of calling her on it he gave a curt nod, "Good luck with the shagging." He said
in a mocking tone, turning on his heels, "I'll be at the bar if you need me."

"Sounds great." She pursed her lips and watched him walk away before
slipping around the corner and heading towards who knows where.

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In a small shed-like structure situated a mile away from where tonight's party was being held, a short-statured young woman clicked on a video camera attached to a tripod, pulled up a chipped wooden stool, and took a seat. She stared at the camera for a few seconds, her eyes making out the reflection of herself resonating upon the lens. Before she began, she turned down the volume on her boombox, which was playing a staticky version of Dexy's Midnight Runners's "Come On Eileen" in the background.

"Gaige Walden's log, day fourteen, approximately 5:10 pm."

She sighed, and then continued on. Her voice seemed somewhat strained. However, it still produced an oddly charming, deep, and bright tone to her words.

"Today was a very mediocre day. Research was mostly unfruitful, although I did manage to draw up some formulas for elixirs, as well as produce some new ideas. I'll talk about those ideas later. Right now I'll go over details about project A.W.D.R.F., or Angel Wing DNA Reproduction Formula. It's coming along...alright." She blew a few strands of crimson red hair away from her face, and then continued. "I realize that in order to continue, I'm going to need blood samples from the angels. With all that's going on, however, I know persuading them is going to be an indescribable challenge..."

She gazed out a small window to her right, and inhaled a large quantity of sawdust-tainted air. If only she wasn't a human. If only she wasn't the minority - the scapegoat in this world of prejudiced winged monsters...then things would be much easier to achieve. After a brief moment of silence, she went on,"As for new ideas, I'm thinking of doing research on the angels' weapons; see what causes bonds and how they manipulate the bonds in their swords and whatnot. As for my personal life, I'm starting to get accustomed to everything on the Aerie. Life's getting easier, although I'm feeling more and more cramped in this tiny little space every day..." She looked around, laughing at how she had barely enough room to fit a bed. She had had to occupy a small sleeping bag kept in the far right hand corner of the shed. It was the only place where she could put it. Her laughter soon died down, and with a small exhale, Gaige pointed her gaze toward the dusty wooden floor.

"Oliver still hasn't given me any other orders yet..."

Oliver, Oliver Snow. Her leader. The face of the Resistance. He had sent Gaige into the Aerie to become a spy. She had obeyed his strategic orders, and traveled up into the angels' new headquarters without any complaints, bargains, or petitions. She had gone the extra mile - creating a new name and using her talents to mold a completely different identity. After two weeks, he hadn't supplied her with any new information. The positive part of Gaige's conscience reminded her that Oliver was a busy man. This silence and solitude on her end of the line was only a part of protocol. He was probably up to his knees with new strategies and battle plans. (the physical combat-stuff that Gaige couldn't do.)

The dark part of Gaige's conscience told her that Oliver hadn't given her any new info because he had simply stranded her, and was leaving her to die.

Her shoulders ached, as they had become tense with grief and other heavy emotions. Quickly, she ended her video log, and turned off the camera. She buried her head in her hands, and then turned towards the small window pane that projected gossamer-like light from outside. There was a party going on in some sort of manor right in the middle of the Aerie. The multicolored light that flickered every so often lucidly entailed that there would be fireworks. Fireworks meant festivity. Festivity meant something big. Gaige was extremely tired from her toiling research, and desperately wanted to sleep in. However, this was Gaige Walden, and there was no way she was going to let the chance to see the angels display their culture in a blatant manner pass by.

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First, Gaige would need something to wear, as she had no party dresses that would supply her the amount of formality she required for this social gala. Walking at a brisk pace, she practically flew across the slums of the Aerie, making sure not to glance at the human slaves who glared at her in a creepy manner. She felt sorry for them, of course, as she was one of them in a past life, but she knew that staring would only make things more awkward. (not to mention it would draw unwanted suspicion and tension towards herself.) Passing a square, she glanced to her left, suddenly becoming enraptured by the powerful marble statue nearby. She knew that face as though it were printed on the back of her hand - she had studied it multiple times before coming to the Aerie. It was the archangel Michael, martyr of the angels' arrival to earth. His death had started all of this; the murders, the kidnappings, the apocalypse, the wasteland that was civilization. The death of one creature meant the death of many others. Holding back tension in the back of her eyes that felt like hot tears, Gaige continued on her merry-turned-somber way.

She entered a quaint-looking boutique, picked out a clearance marked dress that was floor-length, and tried it on behind a wooden screen that served as a changing station. It looked like it had come out of a museum. Gaige didn't mind though - she preferred the old to the new, the ancient to the modern. Although people would judge her, she wouldn't judge herself, and that was all that mattered in her strangely knit mind. After picking out a scaly-looking mask, she made her way over to the cashier - an older looking angel woman who had a jaunty smile plastered upon her freckled face. However, despite her artificial appearance, Gaige couldn't help but notice the way she glanced up and down, as if inspecting the redheaded woman's physique. Gaige cleared her throat, and then presented the items to the woman.

"Just this, please."
The angel gingerly inspected the dress and mask, pressing her gaze to Gaige's afterwards.
"That will be 200."
Gaige raised a brow, and checked the price tags once again.
"No, that's wrong... it should be 150. The dress is 100 exactly, and the mask..."
Suddenly, the woman tightly gripped Gaige's wrist, and leaned in closer, shooting daggers from her eyes.
"Look, I don't want to scare my customers away. I don't want to make a huge scene over this, either. You will pay 200, or I am going to have to ask you to leave."
Realizing what was happening and why the lady was charging her more for a dress that didn't belong to her kind, Gaige firmly nodded, trying to suppress the anger inside of her that might show upon her face. She payed the amount the lady charged her for, grabbed the items, and left.
"Have a great day." the woman said, her bright voice hiding traces of dark undertones.

After changing in her shed, Gaige made her way to the manor. It was brighter than she thought it would be. She had already attended two Aerie parties already, but clearly they did not compare to the spectacle of this one. She felt as though she were living in some sort of dream. Maybe it was more of a nightmare when putting reality into the picture, but the facade of it all made the situation seem otherwise. Everything was soft, metallic, edgy, spicy, loud...Gaige could see a plethora of words form on the inside of her forehead as she passed through the multitude of wings and elegant gowns. There was definitely a poem that would be written later tonight. She entered the elaborate building, making sure to keep a proper composure, as well as a small smile across her face. Faces flashed through her vision like the slowed-down reels of a movie. However, none of them were of interest. She was about ready to turn around and ask the nearest servant where the bar was located, until she finally saw someone who she recognized.

Although there was a gorgeous mask hiding a few of her facial features, Gaige knew she was staring at Amelia Jasper, the one and only. If Amelia was here, then the Resistance was here. If the Resistance was here, there would be an attack tonight.

Gaige wanted to draw her attention, but she couldn't make herself do anything other than stare. How would she have a conversation about the Resistance and the probable attack without drawing attention? She needed to know about Oliver, and what his orders were. In fact, she needed to know about her own orders, and what she was going to do next atop the Aerie.

So Gaige just stared, not moving at all. Because she remained petrified, a human servant carrying a tray of empty glasses bumped into her. From the collision, glass shattered onto the floor, and flew in every direction imaginable. Some tiny particles even penetrated through Gaige's wrist, but she was too busy being embarrassed by the situation to notice the fresh blood oozing from her forearm. If there was one thing she didn't want to do upon seeing Amelia, it was attract attention.

Now, every eye in the room was pointed in her direction.

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Elijah continued regarding the Human woman. He knew that he probably shouldn't continue speaking with her, however..truly, was this not the reason Godric had wanted to hold the party? Though, he could not shake the feeling that he shouldn't be speaking with the woman. "Well, to start, I think that something big is coming in the future. I don't know what it could possibly be, but different groups are forming on both sides and I think things are getting more dangerous everywhere. I lock my doors at night where I live for fear of someone coming whether it be angel or human, because in this new world, nobody seems safe as they are all in danger from each other. The different kinds of people in the world are changing Elijah, it may result in a better world at the end, but after all that's happened so far, nothing is for sure anymore,"

He allowed her words to flow over him. He had to admit that it was not often that someone spoke so openly about what was going on around them. It was refreshing. He had to force himself not to point out to her that locking her door at night would not save her if someone truly wished to harm her. He thought it best to allow her the small comfort. For now at least. "I hope one day that we can live without prisoners, killing, and secrets, but I'm just not quite sure. That's the most honest I've been in a while and it is rather strange. Now, I've told you of my thoughts, care to share yours with me? And please, call me Jess, nobody really knows me by Jessamine as I think it's too long,"

Elijah tilted his head slightly as the woman fell silent. Her gaze soon found his and the Archangel debated with himself for a long moment on what he wished to say to her. "I believe your full name to be lovely. Please, do not hold it against me if I forget and call you by it." He paused for a moment as a few beings passed by them. He was nearly certain that one of them had given him a look. However, he paid it no mind. "I would not align myself on one particular side. It would do no good to allow myself to begin showing favoritism to either. However, even I must admit that the fighting is beginning to make me grow weary."

He normally didn't admit such things to anyone. However, he felt as if the woman would not say anything. "You should be careful with the beings you speak with. As you pointed out, the world has become quite dangerous. It would be a much duller place should anything happen to you." He fell silent, finally pulling his gaze from Jessamine. He looked out amongst those that were dancing. Though he often enjoyed watched others swirl about the floor, he rarely danced. Not that he didn't know how..he just merely didn't like having to carry a conversation with someone that he did not wish to. Elijah suddenly turned his gaze back to his companion. "Where are my manners? Would you care to dance? This song is most lovely. It has been far too long since I last danced. Of course, if you would rather remain standing here..that is perfectly fine as well."

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The mention of food triggered a slight rumble in Raz's stomach. While it was far from ladylike, Raz was far from caring. This brought her attention to the fact that she hadn't eaten all day. In her flurry of getting ready, the meal that had been left out for her had long gone cold. The activity of Ashly's amazing dancing jump started her appetite and she found herself famished. "Food would be wonderful."

As she followed Ash's graceful body flow through the dancing couples, her thoughts were brought back to his statement. Ashly had mentioned the anonymity of the masks, each angel's wings were as unique as a fingerprint and her large wings were anything, but subtle. While Raz loved them, they often made her doubt the goodness in her heart. Most angels had brightly colored wings, hatred and evilness made them turn dark. Raziel's had always been as dark as the night sky for as long as she could remember.

Shaking away the thoughts, she graciously took the food offered to her by Ash and eagerly began a new conversation to keep her thoughts at bay, "Having fun yet?"

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Jessamine watched for a reaction, her eyes twinkling slightly from her curiosity and interest at what Elijah had to say or thought. He didn't seem bored or uninterested and seemed to be taking her words seriously unlike most of the members of the resistance did. They all thought she was a stupid girl who did what she wanted and did what she was told though that was less often seen.

He tilted his head and Jessamine smiled slightly as she unconsciously did the same only less as she kept herself from showing it a lot. "I believe your full name to be lovely. Please, do not hold it against me if I forget and call you by it. I would not align myself on one particular side. It would do no good to allow myself to begin showing favoritism to either. However, even I must admit that the fighting is beginning to make me grow weary." Jessamine looked down as he talked of her name. She was blushing and the flush of color made her uncomfortable and nervous at the same time, as if she couldn't believe someone would say something nice to her after all this time. She felt a small thrill in her at the thought that someone else besides her didn't think the long name was extremely weird though she did believe it was somewhat long. She shook her head as if she wasn't going to hold it against him whatsoever. She ignored the glances given to the two of them, a human and an archangel interacting without any violence, appearing as friends even. It was somewhat strange. She just nodded tiredly at what he said. War, which was what they were at, made everyone tired and never came out with a true winner, both lost, both suffered, yet one appeared victorious in one way or another.

"You should be careful with the beings you speak with. As you pointed out, the world has become quite dangerous. It would be a much duller place should anything happen to you." Only then did he look away and Jessamine smiled slightly, thoughtful as to why he seemed so interested. She followed his gaze and smiled realistic at the people dancing. She wasn't one for it really as she never had time and never had anyone to dance with. She smiled as she recognized a song that she used to listen to growing up, something that would allow her to sway to it alongside her mother and father. She thought his words over. If only he knew whom he was talking to. Sure she didn't have a weapon and sure she had no desire whatsoever to attack anyone, but she was a member of the resistance. She wondered how many of her associates would kill the archangel before her without hesitation, would kill him and not care about him in any way whatsoever. Then she herself wondered, what would she do if she was told to face him? She shook the thought from her head without movement as she listened to his words.

"Where are my manners? Would you care to dance? This song is most lovely. It has been far too long since I last danced. Of course, if you would rather remain standing here..that is perfectly fine as well." Elijah said being a perfect gentleman. Jessamine considered, passing her now empty glass to a passing waiter and thanking him before turning to face Elijah all the way.

"That sounds like a wonderful idea, I can't stand in one place for a long time," She says as she offers her hand. When they were on the dance floor, she positioned one hand on his shoulder and the other in his hand, the one she had offered. She swayed slightly to the music, thankful that she was able to relax slightly even though she was dancing with someone she just met. She didn't know anything about him, in fact, she felt somewhat stiff as she moved.

It worried her that she could very well be dancing with the person who killed her loved ones, took her best friend, ruined her life. She thought about it as they moved, wondering what else she could possibly think of when she was with him until she knew for sure he hadn't done it. "Elijah, I... I'm sorry to ask but I really need to know... If we had met on the street, if you had met any human on the street, if we hadn't met like this, do you think it would have all ended the same way as it is now? Would we be dancing now? Or would there be... a worse ending?" She asks quietly so those around didn't hear, now knowing that this could tell her a lot about him. She wondered what he would say, whether she would be dancing with him in the next minute or so. "I'm sorry, I really am, but I really need to know," She whispers, not quite meeting his eyes as she looked at those around them, not wanting to see the hurt that might go into the eyes that she thinks she remembers so well. She didn't want to hurt him, she really didn't, but how could she know when they haven't learned anything quite yet about the other's past.

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“Having fun yet?” Even cold hearted Ashlynn couldn't lie about the fact he was enjoying his night, he wasn't about to completely tell it either. “This night happens to be quite fancied by me, I'm hoping it's the same in your opinion.” This night could have more perks, like him seeing Leslie or maybe even Tessa.

Nevertheless he was finding himself parched, picking up a cup he set it to his lips and let the light liquid spread within his mouth. After he swallowed down the lack of taste drink he sighed from refreshment. “So what do you think will happen after this? We'll go home and sleep? Wake up in the morning like nothing bad ever happened?" The thought was silly enough to make him produce laughter in the back of his throat and shake his head no lightly. It was stupid that the angels assumed all humans would want this, he felt like little then half of other humans could barely tolerate the angels. Ashlynn was one of the few that would try so hard to contain hard feelings against them, but could easily melt. He was still a very Christian man, he still knew angels were heavenly, but yet he was still forced to watch how hostile some were. Looking down at Raziel he smiled, just another reason he could gave to love the angels, but his stubbornness would never tolerate such things, nor would his pride.

“Looks like someone's nerves have calmed down, after they got the chance to stuff their face.” Seeing Raziel relax but him a little more at ease, he wasn't really shaken up to begin with. It was different knowing he was within the Aerie undercover, yet him wasn't worried about caught, maybe because he was so relaxed with Raz. Reaching out he slid his hand down her soft wings, “At least they're no longer tremblementpause“seems this food is bringing you some center.” Without even realizing it he seemed to have picked up on the language he had been so use to talking with at home, French.

Grinning loosely he still allowed himself to smooth out Raziel's wings. "Out of everyone's wings I'd have to find yours the best." In Ashlynn talk that meant, You're the best. He was to find of compliments, especially not direct ones; beating lightly around the bush was fine with him.

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She had no doubt that she would be joining her colleague at the bar later but for now she had some exploring to do. While Lucien may know the place inside and out, she didn't and it made her uncomfortable. Still, knowing where he was made things a little easier for her. She felt a bit less stressed. She finished off her wine and passed it to a waiter passing by before moving away from her hiding place. Navigating back to the first floor, she had every intention of exploring the grounds area and counting the attack dogs for planning a possible escape route. A much unwanted distraction came in the form of a loud crash and like all others, her gaze fell upon the source. Seeing Gaige stare at her made her stomach twist into knots. She had no disdain for the other female and actually enjoyed the few and far between stimulating conversations she had with her, as she seemed to be the only one who could understand her when she was babbling about tech. She was a bit envious that Gaige could study the Angels so closely, but at the same time she was glad it wasn't her.

Her jaw stiffened for a moment as her mind whiter with thoughts on what to do. She concluded that it would be best to walk away, feeling that giving the idea that they knew each other would make things worse. Tensely, she turned and continued on her way. It pained her to do so, knowing that people would be whispering about Gaige, knowing angels would sneer at the "clumsy" human. And her arm was cut. Amelia worried if she'd be okay. If they'd give her medical attention. She frowned and rounded a corner, her thoughts racing while she simultaneously surveyed the area, made mental notes, and planned an exit if needed. She hoped that no unnecessary suspicious would be aroused by the event and that none noticed the momentary gaze they held. While it would be written off by most as nothing, some simply wouldn't take that chance. She wouldn't be able to hold her own if faced with questions. She didn't do well under that sort of spotlight. Time and time again she failed interrogation practices with Oliver and Lucien. She cracked when faced with abuse. They'd abuse her, wouldn't they?

Her focus was lost and again she found herself stopping to lean against a wall. Maybe she was overreacting, over thinking it. She did that...

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Seeing Ash have the slightest bit of fun always made Raz's night. While she certainly didn't know his entire story, she knew he didn't have enough enjoyment of his short human life. His life would be the blink of an eye to Raziel, but she wanted to help make it happier. Besides, he offered her so much entertainment, that it was all she could do to attempt the same.

Ash's comment brought Raz's thoughts to the future. "If only our feuds could be solved so easily." Raz changed her gaze to the small pinwheels on the plate before her. For a moment, she considered going hungry, the artful confections looked too good to eat. Food was the easiest way to get to Raziel's heart and the chefs a the Aerie knew her by name from her various visits to the kitchens.

"What are these delightful things?" The prospect of new food allowed her to find a temporary reprieve from the nervousness that had plagued her. She smiled up at her companion and urged him to take one for himself after she had greedily devoured a few. Embarrassing and hardly ladylike, yes, but she certainly felt better afterwards.

“Looks like someone's nerves have calmed down, after they got the chance to stuff their face.” Ash's quiet comment brought a blush to her face. She regretted not being a better representation of her brethren. Her behavior since arriving to Earth had been far from angelic, but the snacks had been delicious and she was always eager to experience new things.

The minute his strong hand touched her wings, a small shiver ran through her body. A small sigh escaped her lips as she smiled in pleasure. The soft caress of her wings was akin to a relaxing massage after a long day. It was nearly sinful. Despite the wonderful distraction he was causing to her wings, she heard his lapse into French, another thing Raz enjoyed about him as most of the humans spoke exclusively English. The rattled Raz was still able to see some form of compliment from Ash and it only served to deepen her smile.

"Oh Ash, if I'm not mistaken that was a compliment." Her voice was slightly breathless, but she managed to still sound confident. "Are you sure you're feeling alright?" she added after standing on her tip toes to place her hand his forehead.

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