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Bridget Pure

"I learned to hide my heartbreak, it helps with the whole "loner" image."

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a character in “The Fallen Seraph”, as played by rosalie123

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Name: It means strong. Bridget
Age: Aren't you supposed to be like, old? Sixteen
Classification: Oh, Little miss Big shot, are we? First Sphere, Seraph

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Eyes: I heard that humans say that eyes are the window to the soul... Bridget's eyes are a deep green color. Her eyes are big and often bright with an angelic- like light.
Hair: I prefer to think of it as Auburn. Her hair is a reddish brown color. It's not straight but not curly either, there are a few random curls in her hair but it is mostly wavy. Her hair falls to the middle of her back and is always in her face.
Body: I thought Seraphim were supposed to be... I dunno, bigger. Bridget is rather small, standing at only 5 feet and one half of an inch tall. She's extremely pale- as the Seraphim tend to be in human form- and very bony and thin. Still, she is fast, flexible, and stronger than she should be- thanks to being a Seraph. She also has six wings, like the other three Seraphim, but she doesn't have all six in human form, she has one pair that remain hidden by magic.

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Personality: Yes, she's smiling, but don't you see that she's dying inside? Bridget is very quiet in the sense that her tone is so soft it is usually hard to hear, but she is very opinionated. She's also sarcastic and has a short temper at times. But as time goes on, it becomes clear that Bridget is actually quite sensitive and thoughtful. She gets upset, but hides it very well.

Style: Well, Angels wear white, right? Wrong. Because most demons assume that as the purist color, Angel folk wear white a lot, they avoid wearing it in majority. Bridget actually has a more tomboyish style of ripped jeans or shorts and t- shirts with converse and beanies. This helps her blend in, making her look more like a skater girl than a fallen Seraph.

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Slight History: Bridget is the youngest of two children. Her older brother is a Fallen. He lives on Earth in New York and deeply resents his little sister for being a Seraph. Their parents are also fallen angels who sided with Lucifer and are condemned to life in Hell. Because of these things, Bridget ended up very isolated and does not handle other Angelic Folk (and/ or humans) well.

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So begins...

Bridget Pure's Story

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Bridget was still as she observed the sight below her. A Power had just arrived back in Heaven from a mission on Earth. All the Angelic Folk below the Throne surge forward for news. She scowled as they became rowdy and sloppy, turning from the displeasing sight.

She sighed and opened her six wings, stretching them from their stiff positions. And then she heard it. The loud, high, pure note of a demonic shriek. She whirled around, millions of thoughts racing through her mind, as something flew at her. She ducked, but it's claw still managed to leave a deep gash on her forehead. How did a demon get past the Cherubim? She thinks, wrestling the demon to the ground.

As the demon over powers her, and she ends up pressed into the ground, crushing her wings painfully as she tries to fight off its claws, a thought bursts into her mind. How did a demon get into Heaven? She screamed for the other Seraphim to help her but no one came. Bridget lashed out against the demon with all her might. Then its claws sunk into her chest and straight through her heart.

Suddenly, everything goes silent, and everything fades. Feeling like she's falling, Bridget cries out as she impacts with a hard surface. One sound pierces through the silence-

The sound, of a bus horn.

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Miles could feel a shift in the celestial winds before he saw anything, he knew something was wrong instinctively. Then the blood curdling shriek tore through the air; Miles clutched his ears and fell to his knees as he felt his very essence bend and tremble with the force.

Eerie silence blanketed his conscious; it was as though he was watching a silent film. He saw the seraph spin, her wings fanning in a radiant arc before the demon made contact. Deep blue-crimson blood spilling over her eyes from a long gash in her forehead. NO! Miles thought he screamed as he struggled to his feet shaking his head slightly, he knew others were moving, but who and to where he was unsure.

Taking a bounding step he launched himself over the crowd of thrashing angels and demons his wings snapping in to position, he had to help her.
She was pinned, the demon pressing her into the ground. Miles angled downward hoping to beat the foul creature off of the sacred protector, but he was a moment too late. He saw the claws sink into her chest as though he was watching in slow motion. He could see pain flash in her eyes as angelic blood began to well around the demons claws. Unsheathing his dagger, Miles twirled gracefully above the demon and plunged the dagger into the back of its neck severing the spinal cord.

The demons body slumped to the side uncovering part of the seraphs body. The vile thing still had its claws lodged deep into her body, horror and grief appeared in Miles, he could not stand the sight of this desecration. With gentle fingers, he pulled the demon from her chest, Laying her hands gently over her stomach as he pushed a few stray strands of bloodied hair from her face.

Miles only wished he knew the sacred protectors name; they had never had a reason to converse thus they had never been introduced. He turned his face to the rest of the congregation, sorrow pooling in his dark blue eyes, opening his mouth to speak he hesitated, feeling a change in the air around the seraph, it had begun to electrify. Miles gasped, his feet lifting off the floor, there seemed to be some energy, an energy propelling him away from the sacred protector.

Frightened that the demon had done something to the sacred protectors body he reached out, gently taking one of her hands in his.
"They will not claim you for the dark!" he screamed, pouring his own energy into the charged air. Small vortexes of energy began to spin around them, growing larger and larger as the seconds passed. He felt her slipping from his grasp, slipping away disintegrating. With a final desperate burst of energy, he grasped for her fingertips even as he felt them slip from his grasp. Suddenly he was falling,

Falling through darkness,

Falling endlessly,

There was a loud crack and suddenly Miles could see something vaguely blue; sky. A few moments passed as the wind rushed past him, buffeting his body. Abruptly his shoulder connected with something hard and all consciousness was lost.
Blood pooled from his ears, and where the blood seeped into the earth tiny bleeding heart flowers began to bloom.

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Grantus took a few small moments, tightening the laces on his out-dated red DC high tops before dropping the foot back down the floor of the bus and turning his attention out the window, watching as the scenery moved past steadily. He straightened out the hem of his grey Iron Maiden tee shirt beneath his black, unzipped hoodie. The trip had been proving calm, as usual, while the bus took its typical route to the metropolitan as it did daily. Grant leaned back, trying to relax a bit more when suddenly the breaks slammed down and the sudden loss of momentum caused Grant's body to surge forward, almost causing his head to connect with the seat in front of him. He leaned into the hallway to see the obstruction. Still unable to see, he stood up from his seat, allowing him to set eyes the girl who'd plummeted to the ground. The bus honked at the scene, surrounding cars contributed to the noise soon after, impatient with what some of them believed was just typical New York traffic.

The bus driver had promptly put the bus in park and was up on his feet, ready to inspect the presumably dead young girl that had fallen in front of his transit. Grantus couldn't be quite sure why, of course. There wasn't much the old, slowly balding man could do. Perhaps he felt that stopping traffic to stare at her was going to magically make what he believed to be a suicide attempt magically all better. The situation was, of course, much more common for Grant. Mortals just didn't understand this kind of thing, and the typical move was to explain it with their own common knowledge. Grant jogged up to the front of the bus, catching up with the driver and meeting at the stairs at the same time.

The man held up his thick-fingered hand to Grant, stopping him. "Please, sir, I'd advise you to go back and take your seat," He said, and gave a small gesture back to the back of the bus.

"But maybe this is my stop," Grantus retorted, his expression bored and stubborn, his eyes showing just how impatient he was with the man. There was nothing the driver could have said to counter the argument, of course. After all, who was to say that this wasn't the location that Grant had intended to go in the first place, and really, there wasn't much the old bus driver could do to prevent him from getting off regardless. The bus was stopped and the doors were open. If Grantus wanted off, he could go. Giving a light, defeated head nod, the man simply stepped aside for the time being, allowing Grant the passage down the stairs first, before following after.

Even now, the beginnings of a small crowd had begun forming, unsure about the scene. It looked like a suicide to them, but Grant was much more used to this kind of situation. He knew far better. He could only assume she was a fallen, and it officially made the situation at least somewhat his business. He made his way over, inspecting the situation as quickly as he could, knowing that it could easily turn bad at the drop of a hat. He crouched beside the girl, giving her a quick once over, only to have his suspicions proved false. Certainly she was no mortal jumping to her doom, but something was still off about her situation. Her essence was all wrong for being a fallen angel. But then, if she wasn't a fallen, what was she? The situation was beginning to seem less and less like the typical. He couldn't help but worry, but he'd have to wait for the girl's side of the story. First things were first though, the road was hardly a place to be getting the job done.

Moving quickly, Grantus grabbed the young lady around the torso, hauling her up from the concrete. "Come on, princess, you can't sleep here. You're obstructing traffic," he stated calmly, pulling her out of the street and plopping her down on the closest bus stop bench. "Okay, okay, everyone can just get going, I'll handle this," He announced, watching as the people slowly began dispersing and the bus driver got back into his vehicle to continue on his route and finally end the stand-still traffic the girl had caused. He eyed anyone who bothered look too long, and sure to the nature of most in New York, they quickly focused on their own business, their own lives, getting through the hustle and bustle of the city on time. It didn't matter much to them. It was taken care of. They could move on.

He turned back to the girl, giving an additional jolt to her shoulder, just to be sure she'd fully come around from her fall. "Alright, then. Let me just say this now, you picked a terrible place to land."

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Ash had been walking around on Earth, New York City to be precise, as he had been since the Fall. He had just recently finished his five-hundred seventeenth consecutive world tour and was looking for a place that was quiet enough that he could stand staying there until he set out again. He still didn't know how he had ended up here, though he suspected it might have something to do with missing a left turn in Albuquerque.

His cartoon-related train of thought was interrupted suddenly when a girl suddenly fell from the sky and landed in the middle of the street. While she was probably a fallen, and likely as unpleasant as most of the others, Ash couldn't bring himself to just leave her there. Before he could reach her however, someone left the bus that she had landed in front of, and carried her off to the nearest bench.

After a short internal debate, Ash decided to follow at a discreet distance, though close enough to eavesdrop. After all, he didn't know what this angels plan was and, while it was technically none of his business, he still wanted to ensure the girl's safety until she was able to fend for herself. Although, now that he thought about it, he probably wouldn't be able to best the angel carrying her in any sort of confrontation if it did come down to it. Ash assumed the person was an angel due to the fact that he seemed to know what he was doing. That and the fact that he wasn't seeking medical attention for the girl who just fell from the sky kind of gave him away.

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Meanwhile in the coffee house across the street, Bune sat across from another demon. While the white-suited Great Duke was seemed relaxed and cool, the other looked far more nervous and fidgety. The stork-like man was dressed far more roughly than his associate, and though he was physically much larger, seemed dwarfed by him. "Are you certain that this will work?" The demon's voice was as rough as his appearance. "Sending a team of demons to attack a Seraph is no small matter, and you still haven't explained to me how you got them past the Thrones."

Bune chuckled at this, glancing over his colleague's shoulder at the group across the two angels and one fallen across the street. "Rest easy Malthus." He replied. "All is going according to plan. And if you had reservations, you should have voiced them before sending you spawn to Heaven. As for the inattentiveness of the Thrones... " Bune gave the Earl sitting across from him an unnerving grin before continuing. "I'm going to use a phrase coined by human conjurers to answer that. A magician never reveals his secrets. Besides, the magic is in not knowing." This last sentence was accompanied by a sweeping hand gesture that drew odd looks from others in the shop. As it was New York though, they didn't pay the well-dressed demon much more than a passing glance.

Malthus glared at Bune for a moment, but was only met with impassiveness. "I just hope for our sake that you know what you're doing." he finally said, standing up. "Don't I always?" came Bune's casually retort. Apparently choosing not to dignify this with a reply, the Earl left the cafe. This left only Bune, who sipped his latte as he watched the events across the street unfold.

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Bridget let out a startled noise and her eyes flew open. The scene around her was full of strangely dressed humans, cars, buses, buildings, and smog. Looking to her left she was startled to see two vibrant blue eyes. She lets out a small shriek and leaps from the bench she was on, heading into the crowd of humans.

How did this happen? I can't fall from heaven- I'm a Seraph! she wonders with panic. People jostle her as she fights against the flow of the crowd, when she senses it. A demon. Following her. Quickening her pace, Bridget practically runs through the crowd, turning onto another street. But she can feel it getting closer. Suddenly, a hand grips her shoulder and she whirls around with a scream, scratching the demon's face.

Only, it's not a demon. It's a Power. He towers over her- thanks to he small stature- and looks at her sternly with two piercing blue eyes. Bridget shakes her head quickly and begins trembling in fear, knowing all too well what Powers do to Fallen Angels who cross their paths. She puts her hands up like a surrender.

"P-please! It's not what it looks like." she starts, fear welling up inside her. Looking down at her blue converse, preparing to flee if needed, she continues. "I'm not a Fallen. I follow the one almighty God. I'm Bridget Pure, First Sphere, Seraph." The Power gives her a look that is a cross between disgust and annoyance, and Bridget's temper flares. Just like my brother. she thinks hotly.

"Listen to me, Mister! I have done nothing wrong, nor have I betrayed the Lord. I was attacked by a demon. Now, I'm here! Kill me and be condemned to Hell." She shouts, rising on her toes as her hair falls in her face. The Power remains silent. Crossing her arms, she looks down and notices she's wearing a blue shirt with the words "Go Suck It" written on it and short shorts. Earthly Clothing... She thinks. Then it hits her. That demon sent me to Earth. It wanted to kill me...

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Ash quickly stepped forward after hearing the girls words, momentarily forgetting his usual shyness for more important matters. "Excuse me, did you just say that you're a Seraph? And you didn't fall?" Well technically she had fallen, but that wasn't quite what Ash was referring to. Normally Ash didn't get involved in cosmic politics, he'd learned his lesson the first time, thank you very much, but he knew that the Seraphs were meant to protect God's throne. If one of them was had just come tumbling out of the sky, something was seriously wrong.

Slightly concerned by her words regarding the angel and fearing a bit for her safety, Ash stepped between the two, though she'd likely be far more capable of defending herself than he would, assuming she was telling the truth.

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Grant waited while the lovely girl stirred, and finally came around, but much to his displeasure, she suddenly jumped from place, racing off into the crowd. He quickly stepped into action, pursuing her as she tore in between people. She still managed to evade him with all the weaving in and out of others, and he stopped, watching as her direction changed, and cutting down one of the adjacent paths, running through the much clearer alleys in order to cut her off before she could get too far. He caught up barely in time, setting his hand down on her shoulder to stop her.

The girl suddenly swung around, and Grantus barely managed to lean away in time as the girl swiped her hand across, going to claw at his face, and still managed to catch the bridge of his nose slightly. He muttered a small profanity and regained his posture, watching as the small girl cowered from him, shaking and suddenly throwing up her hands in surrender.

"P-please! It's not what it looks like." She said, looking down at her shoes. "I'm not a Fallen. I follow the one almighty God. I'm Bridget Pure, First Sphere, Seraph."

Even through his straight face, his eyes reacted to the statement, narrowing with his gaze flickering away for a segment of a second. Clear displeasure at the statement. The situation had seemed abnormal from the beginning, and he had assumed as much of her not being a typical fallen, but a first sphere? This wasn't his lucky day, clearly. That was by far one of the last things he wanted to deal with, let alone thought he would have to deal with! But as the same point as the displeasure struck him, a worry began to set in. Something was very very wrong if a seraph was down here on earth.

After a short pause, she continues at a shout, this time, dropping her hands from their position and crossing them. "Listen to me, Mister! I have done nothing wrong, nor have I betrayed the Lord. I was attacked by a demon. Now, I'm here! Kill me and be condemned to Hell."

Typical First Sphere attitude, he thought to himself. No calm explanation, just demanding a stand down. The calm explanation would have done the job and not irritate the other party. "Alright, Alright," He began, starting to raise his hands up in his own surrender, and about to continue onto another statement when a third party joined in;

"Excuse me, did you just say that you're a Seraph? And you didn't fall?"

Grant looked in the direction of the voice, watching the other young man make his way over, and decide to take his place - for whatever reason - right in between the two. Grant raised his brows at this peculiar fallen, letting his eyes narrow even further in a lack of patience. No, this certainly wasn't his lucky day at all. He didn't like the idea of having to deal with this and the seraph problem.

"Okay, I think everyone needs to take a moment to cool off," Grantus said sternly. "Miss Bridget Pure, I'm going to ask you to please stick around so I can get a more detailed story from you of what happened, alright?" He suggested, keeping his eyes on the girl. After a moment, he brought his gaze back to the other member of the conversation. "And as for you; I'm really wondering why the heck you're thinking that right in front of me is really a smart place to be standing?" He eyed the young man up and down, brushing his shirt hem over a bit on one side to show a peak at the gun and dagger stowed underneath his pant line with one hand. "I really just want to do my job here, and it'll go a lot smoother without you stepping literally directly in my path."

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Ash took a deep breath to gather his courage before replying. "I don't think that standing right in front of you is terribly smart, quite the contrary actually. But, I have seen angels of your station 'do their jobs' before, and it rarely ends well for the fallen. I just wanted to make sure that she lives long enough so that we get to hear an explanation, which, if she's really a Seraph, I think I'm just as entitled to as you are."

That said, Ash still stepped to the side, as he no longer saw any reason to interpose. He also saw no reason to get himself killed by some trigger-happy Power either, but that was another matter. "Anyways, I'm sorry for getting in your way. I just wanted to make sure you didn't end up killing someone that didn't need killing. A lot of Powers have been like that recently. I'm sorry for lumping you in with them, but there wasn't really time to ask, and you have to admit that a lot of beings in classification wouldn't be trying to talk it out with you right now." In truth, Ash was only being so talkative out of nervousness, but it was true that his reaction had been a lot different than that of most demons when he saw an angel with their guard down.

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A Seraph.

He was lying, obviously. It couldn't have been true. They were infallible. Mere demons couldn't take one down, let alone drop her to Earth. And besides that, they needed to get past the Cherubim. As she was busy comprehending it, he bade her farewell, strolled to a window and leapt out. She watched him angrily, wishing he had given her a chance to interrogate him about his ridiculous lie. But the fact was, what she sensed next to the Power Angel was far more powerful than the average angel. She had hoped it was a Throne, and she was terrified to think it was a Cherub. But a Seraph never crossed her mind. It was unthinkable to think that one of God's favorites had been successfully attacked.

She followed his example by dropping out of a window, but she chose one at the back of the room that opened up into the alleyways. She slipped through the air lightly and landed soft enough on the concrete. First, she had to speak to the Virtue. Perhaps he could explain what happened. And secondly, she would call the Power with the Seraph, to her. She needed to deal with this now. This was Angel folly and the people of New York would not suffer for it.

She hurried out of the alley and caught a cab immediately. Guardian angels were good at planting the idea of helpfulness into their humans' mind when it came to Aline. She was at her office in ten minutes, and she paid the cabby, barely remembering to tip him so he could buy a bike for his two year old son. She didn't wait around for his reaction, but his Angel's happiness radiated around the car.

She took the stairs to the entrance two at a time and pushed the doors open. There he was, in dirty clothes, waiting for her. "Miles, brother, what are you doing here?" She extended her arms and hugged him. "Your visit wasn't scheduled! Are you okay?"

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"Anyways, I'm sorry for getting in your way. I just wanted to make sure you didn't end up killing someone that didn't need killing. A lot of Powers have been like that recently. I'm sorry for lumping you in with them, but there wasn't really time to ask, and you have to admit that a lot of beings in classification wouldn't be trying to talk it out with you right now."

Bullshit. Bridget thought crossly. She fidgeted nervously as Mr. Blue Eyes gave her a sizing and impatient gaze.

"L-listen," she stuttered, mentally cursing herself. "I'll tell you the full story, but I think we should get off the street, who knows who's listening to this-" she suggested, giving the blonde a sheepish glance. "I just have to get out of here as soon as possible." she finishes, remembering her brother lives in the city, along with other devious Fallen Angels.

The guys remain silent. Bridget impatiently rocks back and forth on the balls of her feet. Mr. Blue Eyes finally gives her one last hurtful look and starts off down the pavement, gesturing for at least Bridget to follow. Swearing under her breath, she jogs to catch up with him, ignoring the blonde as he stood there confused.

When she finally catches up to him, Bridget gives Mr. Blue Eyes an empty look. "I get it if you resent me, but please stop with the looks. If you seriously have a problem with how I act or something, please just tell me." she says with her whisper like tone, trying to hide the hurt in her voice. Looking away from him, Bridget stares at the pavement.

I am way too used to being treated like this...

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"I don't think that standing right in front of you is terribly smart, quite the contrary actually. But, I have seen angels of your station 'do their jobs' before, and it rarely ends well for the fallen. I just wanted to make sure that she lives long enough so that we get to hear an explanation, which, if she's really a Seraph, I think I'm just as entitled to as you are."

Grant raised his brows at the fallen. He could be described as a patient man for many things, but not for people. Never for people. Entitled. Yeah, more like entitled to have Grant put a bullet in his head. The long winded explanation hardly made it better, in fact, it made it just that much more irritating. Lucky for this guy, being irritating just wasn't a good enough reason to be pulling out his weapon right about now. He could easily deal with the guy later if he began to pose a legitimate issue, or somehow managed to become more annoying. It was the seraph situation that needed dealing with.

"Anyways, I'm sorry for getting in your way. I just wanted to make sure you didn't end up killing someone that didn't need killing. A lot of Powers have been like that recently. I'm sorry for lumping you in with them, but there wasn't really time to ask, and you have to admit that a lot of beings in classification wouldn't be trying to talk it out with you right now."

Grantus relaxed a little at the apology, but immediately narrowed his eyes again as the guy began putting a stereotype of kill now ask questions later to powers. What a little shit. Now that just pissed him off. Even with the whole "sorry for lumping you in" thing. A Power was a Power. What was he supposed to do? Like, 'I'm sorry I'm doing what I'm supposed to do'? If he'd planned on killing the girl flat out, he would have done it while she was out of it. She'd already be dead. He tried to calm himself down. At least the guy had stepped out of his way. At least Grant still had some composure left. He returned his glance back over to the girl.

"L-listen," Bridget had begun again, starting off at a stutter. "I'll tell you the full story, but I think we should get off the street, who knows who's listening to this-" she suggested, giving a quick glance at the blonde male. "I just have to get out of here as soon as possible."

Thank you, doctor obvious, he thought at her, his eyes narrowing again and his left brow giving a slight twitch in irritation. After a moment, he began down the street, giving a look back at her, expecting her to follow along. The Fallen boy could do what he wanted, it wasn't him that Grant needed to get information from. He wasn't expecting anything from Bridget on the walk to a more private venue, and really almost hoped that she wouldn't. Talking could be such a hassle, and having a little quiet could have at least made the situation at least somewhat more tolerable. Apparently, though, silence was just one of those things; too much to ask for.

"I get it if you resent me, but please stop with the looks. If you seriously have a problem with how I act or something, please just tell me." She stated softly, almost at a whisper.

He huffed lightly. Of all the reasons to break a perfectly good silence.

He stopped his stride and faced her directly, his face straight and his eyes steady, and yet cruel at the very same time. "I apologize for any offence I caused you. Whatever my problem is, I doubt it's anything for you to have to worry about. So let's just focus on getting the situation sorted out, understand? That's all I'm asking." He turned back, continuing down the street and expecting her pursuit. "If it bothers you so much, then I'll stop looking at you."

Grantus took a deep breath. There was all that passive-aggressive behavior popping up, but there wasn't much he could do about it really. He tried to think of a way to cover up the aggressiveness in the statement, and recalled that he'd not even presented his own name. Not that he really wanted to, or even thought that the Seraph really cared what his name was.

"I'm Grantus Ever, if you ever feel the need to use my name," He said finally, figuring there really wasn't any good place to throw in the additional information and just throwing out there. Maybe the slightly more friendly statement would help this girl calm her shit down.

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Well that hadn't gone over quite as Ash had hoped it would. Then again, having not really spoken to anyone in almost six-thousand years, his social skills were likely to have grown a bit rusty, and yes, quite a few of his words and phrases had been badly chosen, but he had personally encountered Powers who had tried to kill him for no other reason that the fact that he was fallen.

Unsure as to how badly he'd messed things up initially, Ash eventually decided to follow them at a respectful distance, though still quite noticeably if they decided to check, he wasn't trying to conceal his presence, just prevent himself from further bothering them. All he wanted was a yes or no answer as to whether the world was doomed or not, because frankly he believed that everyone had a right to know if that was the case, not out of a sense of personal entitlement, though he probably could have made that a bit clearer earlier. All in all, it had been a very bad first impression, though Ash didn't think himself entirely at fault for that. The Power could have been a bit more understanding. The girl could have as well, though she had just fallen out of the sky, which was bound to make anyone a bit short tempered.

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"I'm Grantus Ever, if you ever feel the need to use my name," He says after a long moment. Resisting the urge to roll her eyes, Bridget scowls as they walk through the crowded street.

Well, Grantus, I think you should really get to a doctor, because you may wanna get what ever's shoved up your ass checked out. Bridget thought darkly, then suppressed a chuckle as she imagined his reaction to a Seraph swearing. Okay, Bridge, calm down. she tells herself. Glancing up at Grantus, questions flooded into her mind.

Is he always this serious? What's with the short answers, details are usually appreciated!? I wonder if he can actually smile..? Gosh, Bridget, stop being such a nine year old! The scattered thoughts whirl around in her mind as she continues to stare at him. I wonder if I can melt his brain with my mind... she thinks childishly, quirking her lips to the side as she concentrates. Grantus's piercing eyes flit to her own and lock on her gaze.

Feeling her face redden, Bridget quickly averts her gaze and glances at something behind them. "Dammit. I hate to inform you, Grantus Ever, but that blonde creep is following us..." she says with unease.

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"Dammit. I hate to inform you, Grantus Ever, but that blonde creep is following us..." Bridget said, sounding uneasy.

Grant kept his pace steady, but took a moment to look back over his shoulder at the fallen guy, following at what a typical person would have at least deemed a respectful distance. But rather, to Grantus, the idea of being followed at all was unsettling. If he didn't have to deal with the current situation, that "creep" as Bridget had put it, would have been six feet under. Figuratively speaking, of course.

He turned forward again, focusing on the rout he was taking, realizing that had he kept so focused on the fallen he would have missed the street he was supposed to turn down.

"It's fine," Grantus responded. "We should be rid of him soon enough, and if he bothers to get too close I won't think twice about offing the guy."

Grant quickly spotted the entrance to the cafe he was looking for. The place looked like a simple hole in the wall, not exceptionally appealing, especially to the mortal eye or to a fallen, and that was exactly how it was supposed to look. A half-lit neon sign, ripped and faded awnings, and a window where duct tape had been used to cover up where a bullet had punctured the glass. After all, why should an angel safe zone be obvious? The outside had to repel unwanted visitors, and making it look bad made the reason for people's avoiding it a little more explainable. It was, of course, charmed. The outside was the only thing that had to look unappealing, and the inside was quite the contrary from what other people say. The magics on it also helped as a little extra reason for others not to enter; they just couldn't. It was certainly a good place for a little privacy from unwanted ears.

Grantus gave a quick glance at Bridget through the corner of his eye as he gestured to the venue, smushed between two other buildings that seemed to make the cafe look even smaller and even more insignificant. "This is the place," He said, bringing his gaze away from her. "We can talk a little more freely in there."

He opened the door for Bridget to enter first while he looked over his shoulder again towards the fallen, who'd remained at the same distance behind them. No, he really couldn't feel guilty about leaving the guy in the cold at all. And he wouldn't feel guilty about offing him, either.

Grant stepped through the door after her, letting the door swing closed behind him. The inside was much grander than the outside; quiet and calm, with comfortable furniture and warm lighting. It was a nice place to hang out, if you were into that sort of thing, which, Grantus certainly was not. He didn't normally make a habit of going here, unless he needed to. It wasn't always his kind of crowd, not that any kind of crowd was really his kind of crowd. But at least here, they could get this mess sorted out with the details, and Grant wouldn't have to worry about that fallen following them to any place important. Or continue following them more, as long as they made a note to leave out the back way afterwards.

He gestured her over to one of the tables in the corner of the room, a little aside from everyone else. Not that it mattered if other people in here heard, but more because Grant liked a steady distance from the others. One could relax a bit more if they didn't need to listen to the words of everyone else in the place, in his opinion. He sat on in one of the chairs and waited for her to take a seat before beginning to talk.

"Okay, lets try to get things sorted out here," He said, leaning back in the chair. "Can you tell me what happened?"

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"Okay, lets try to get things sorted out here," Grantus said, leaning back in his chair. "Can you tell me what happened?"

Bridget furrowed her brow, trying to remember what happened only a short while ago. As she thought harder, the memories became more fuzzy and confused.

"I...um, uh. I was guarding the west side of the throne." she starts, rubbing her temples as if that will help her remember. Her memories from this morning were fading too quickly. "I was distracted, a power had just returned and he was causing a slight uproar below. And then there was a really high pitched noise- a demon screaming." Bridget shakes her head as she tries desperately to remember what happened next. "I turned and it attacked me. I should have been able to fight it off- but I couldn't!" she exclaims.

"Its claws... its claws went straight through my heart- I could feel it." she shudders. "And then, there was someone, another angel. Something happened. I was falling. Now I'm here." she finished, glancing nervously at Grantus. His face was unreadable and his eyes were blank. Bridget scowled.

Normally, she hated emotionally obvious people. Emotions are messy and unnecessary, that's what she liked to think. But now she was on Earth with a Power- one similar to her Fallen brother, no less- and suddenly she needed emotions. Because she had to be able to read him, otherwise she'd do something stupid and regret it. And this Grantus Ever dude, well he was a master at being unreadable, and he must have a reason for it- nobody likes to be closed off unless they have a damn good reason.

Before she could snap at him- because seriously, he was starting to freak her out a little with the whole no talking thing- a dirty dove fluttered into the cafe and landed on Grantus's head. Well this just got weirder... she thinks.

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He was sitting on the bus when it happened. The girl landed on the street right in front of the bus, stopping traffic. Some guy rushed off to check on her. Ryan swore, now he couldn't just walk away from a scene like this, could he? Scowling at himself, he slowly got up, taking his backpack with him, and exiting the city bus. The guy who had run off ahead of him was now pushing through the crowd, practically carrying the girl as he assured people she was fine and to carry on with their business. Ryan almost walked away right then and there, but something stopped him.

He finally got a good look at the girl as the guy sat her on the bench. Her hair fell in her face and her skin was eerily pale. She was small, too. There was something nagging at him in the back of his mind, like he should recognize this mysterious girl. Watching from a distance, he saw her eyes fly open and he took in a sharp breath when he saw two big green eyes. Bridget!

His little sister, the Seraph, was here. On Earth. In New York City. Fleeing like a scared animal into the heart of the city. Well shit, little sister, what did you do this time? he thought, chuckling softly. But his light mood was cut short when the guy- a Power, he realized- ran after her.

Dammit, Bridge... he cursed mentally, rushing after them. Fighting through the crowd traveling the opposite direction, he finally rounded the corner and spotted them. Bridget was visibly shaking, obviously frightened by the Power. She said something with her whisper like tone, then paused. The Power's eyes flickered for a second, Ryan noticed, and he wore a look that Ryan realized he himself wore often during an argument with his younger sister before he Fell. A look of resentment that only crossed his eyes for a split second, and Bridget was pissed. She raised her tone to what was considered a shout for her, though was what normal people considered the normal speaking volume and snapped at him.

Then another dude popped into the scene. He was a fallen Ryan knew from somewhere, but he couldn't quite place where. Before he could move to hear what he was saying, a rather large she- man shoved into him, causing him to face plant into the pavement. By the time he managed to get back up, Bridget was running off again, this time to catch up to the Power, while the familiar fallen stood there for a moment before following them at a respectful distance.

"Damn, Bridge, what the crap is going on?" Ryan muttered, stumbling after them once more.

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"I...um, uh. I was guarding the west side of the throne." Bridget began, putting her fingers to her head in light strain for the information. "I was distracted, a power had just returned and he was causing a slight uproar below. And then there was a really high pitched noise- a demon screaming. I turned and it attacked me. I should have been able to fight it off- but I couldn't! Its claws... its claws went straight through my heart- I could feel it. And then, there was someone, another angel. Something happened. I was falling. Now I'm here."

Grantus stayed quiet, taking extra time to let the girl's words soak into his head; all the facts, all the missing pieces. The Demon sure as hell picked a good time to run in with a distraction, and Grant could only figure it seemed to play into the story in some way. This wasn't just some little "accident" or "one demon acting on its own" kind of deal. It was a planned attack, there was no doubting that. That fact only seemed to worry him more. So much for having down time once in a while on earth, the job was about to get a hell of a lot busier. Not that he minded working. He'd probably be lost if he didn't have that duty. But it didn't change the fact that a lot of work to do wasn't really a good thing.

His mind kept on track for a while, until Bridget's sudden change in facial expression snapped him out of his train of thought. He was about speak, say something out of courtesy or something in regards to thanking her for her cooperation or something official-sounding like that, but suddenly a new distraction literally flew into the room. And then it landed on Grant's head.

Grantus scooped up the dove gently with on hand and brought it down to set it on the table to examine it. He figured it was probably a note. It really wasn't very typical for this kind of thing now-a-days, but some people still liked to send little messages like this, he supposed? Honestly, he had to say that he would have preferred a text message, but it still had to be better than having a conversation on the phone. Or having a conversation at all. Wow.

He untied the note from the dirty bird and let his eyes scan quickly over the message.

I request your presence, Grantus, if you will. I am waiting for you at my office. Please bring Ms. Pure with you. We have much to discuss, and I am afraid for both of your safety. You are aware that New York City isn't a safe place, even for angels, and especially for a Seraph. The demons are fully aware of her 'arrival' and I am not so naive as to believe they won't try take advantage of a perfect hostage.
Hurry.
A.


Grant folded the note and tucked it quickly into his pocket as he stood up from the table. "Alright, Miss Bridget Pure, it looks like we're heading out early. We're going to meet up with someone. At the very least, it'll be a safe place for you." He gave a gesture for her to follow him while he headed for the back entrance this time, rather than go out the front. Yes, perhaps it was a good idea to bring her to Aline. Maybe the Seraph could bother her instead, and Grantus could get back to his own business. He made his way to the back door and merely poked his head out to check the area before continuing onward, pushing the door out a little extra by force in order to keep it open long enough for Bridget to walk out before it swung closed again.

"Her Name is Aline," Grant continued, just making sure Bridget got the information now. "She's the Principality in this area. Her office isn't too far from here, but we should still hurry, alright?" He glanced back at her quickly before quickening his stride slightly. No reason to ignore a request of being prompt, and after all, the quicker this situation was handled, the better.

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Ash had heard himself referred to as a creep, because attempting to help a stranger and desperately attempting to find out if the world really is about to end like someone just said was really creepy behavior. It was the slamming the door that really got on his nerves. He knew for a fact that he couldn't enter the building, and didn't even try. Combined with the way he had been treated earlier, Ash was at his wit's end.

"Fine then, forget you guys. I guess I'll just take this Lucifer and see if I can get any answers from him. I'm sure he'll be very interested to know about all this even if he can't tell me anything." This was a bluff of course, he hated Lucifer, but they didn't have to know that. Especially since they were out of earshot.

"Poor lad, gettin' ignored something awful." Looking up, Ash saw an imp, ginning mischievously from its spot on a window sill. "Anyways, there's no use in tellin' him. I did that me'self few seconds ago." Ash was very confused at the seemingly sudden appearance of this oddly accented imp. It was actually vaguely familiar, as it should be. Now what demon did he know that could tolerate employing a being that spoke in that manner deliberately, regardless of the actual region from which it hailed. "Oh no." The same demon that did everything for solely for the amusement involved.

"This is bad. I have to warn them." Ironically, the magic protection surrounding the building that had only frustrated him earlier, now impeded his efforts to help the angels that had gone inside. "I do know where they're headed, if it helps." the imp said offhandedly. "'Course, you know that going there is only playing into it right?" Tossing Ash a small piece of paper with the address on it, the creature stood and flew away, adding one last warning as an afterthought. "Any defenses that she's set up are your problem. That might even be his plan, now that I think about it. That'd be a hell of an ironic way to die, if you'll excuse the pun."

With little other choice, other than to let the whole matter drop entirely, Ash set of to the office mentioned in the paper. Hopefully, this angel would be more open to reason than the last two he'd encountered.