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Post by ~Autumn Walker~ on Oct 8, 2008 10:06:53 GMT -1
Autumn sat on the park bench, one slender long leg crossed over the other, her high heeled black shoes dangling off the toes of her right foot. She was waiting. Dressed warmly in a pair of black suit trousers, a white shirt and a black suit jacket, covered in a long black fitted coat she pulled her scarf round her neck more tightly and watched as the sun began to dance under the horizon. Dusk was not her most time of the day, but she had timed everything perfectly. In her right hand she held one of Jacksons runes, charged with powerful magics to pull forth creatures, spirits and otherworldly creatures whilst at the same time keeping her location hidden from darker forces. It was a dangerous game she was playing, but The Fifth needed to know what was going on.
Autumn closed her eyes and opened up her third eye, clearing her mind and whispering silently several incantations to summon Spirits to her.
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Post by faust on Oct 8, 2008 13:12:28 GMT -1
Ah, the circus. The sight of so many human horror movies and murder mysteries, yet at the same time a fun place for families, especially children. What was it that caused that strange polarization? Maybe it was because humans were so deathly afraid of clowns, as a whole. But clowns were cool. In another life, Aharah could see himself as a clown.
And what was it that brought him here? It seemed he was being led everywhere these days. It used to be that he just wandered everywhere, always in the right place when he was needed, as though by design. Ah well, he had time. At least, he thought he did. What was he supposed to do again?
The way he came in left him staring at the back of his caller. A human lady, focused. Not to shabby looking either, as far as humans went. Not that he focused on that kind of thing. But in any case, it was time to have some fun. The one thing that brought him joy in the world (other than serving the Almighty, of course) was having his fun with humans. His methods of guardian-ing were certainly unorthodox, but effective. He was proud to say that his methods were often the subject of movies and stories in the human world.
He put a hand on Autumn's shoulder and grinned like the Cheshire Cat. "And just what are we up to?"
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Post by ~Autumn Walker~ on Oct 8, 2008 14:30:10 GMT -1
Autumn sat still, her mind clear and concentrating on the energies around her. She felt him coming, the surge of white, pure power moving toward her and as she felt the power glide over her shoulder she opened her eyes slowly.
"Getting your attention obviously," She said sarcastically and turned to look at the angel, "We need to talk, about...whatever is going on..." Straight to the point, and forward, but she did not know how much time she had talking with this Angel, they had a habbit of vanishing on her.
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Post by faust on Oct 8, 2008 14:49:37 GMT -1
"What's going on?" Aharah made a face. "Why, I'm not sure I know what you're talking about. I'm just a happy little clown on my way to my big performance. Can't you tell?" He hummed a snatch of opera. "I'd juggle, but I'm afraid you would have to buy a ticket first."
He leaned over the bench. "I'm afraid I just haven't been keeping up with my current events. Do you sing? The choir has just been eating up my time lately." He inclined his head. "You do look like you'd have a wonderful voice if you used it just so." Of course, he knew that something important was happening. If it wasn't so, he probably wouldn't have been led here. But still he hummed his opera, trying to remember the words from that fateful night when he sat in the premier. Ah, good times..."
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Post by ~Autumn Walker~ on Oct 9, 2008 8:29:20 GMT -1
One of autumns advantages being psychically gifted was when talking to angels she could partially see their true form, a bright aura of light that almost blinded her mind’s eye. If it had not been for this gift she would have assumed she was talking to a complete and utter crazed loon.
“No...I don’t sing...” Autumn sighed and brought her eyes up to those of the Angel, “My name is Autumn Walker, i am a member of The Fifth, I am sure you know who we are, I need information on what on earth is going on...Something is in the air, can you feel it...Now...What is Lucifer up to? The Demons? I mean, all these supernatural occurrences in London are not just a chance event...”
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Post by Shoftiel on Oct 9, 2008 22:36:39 GMT -1
The Bartender from the Aurora appeared behind the trees and cleverly found herself walking out of it with a rather large tattered book in her hand. She was obviously not just the bartender. She slowly made her way over to Autumn and the other angel. On the very edge of the park bench a bird not of the climate landed a large bird of prey clutched in his talons was a snake again not of the climate or region. It was out of sorts and Maeve the bartender had something to do with it.
She was singing softly a choir song from the church “Ave Maria, Gratia plena, Maria, gratia plena, Maria, gratia plena. Ave, ave dominus, Dominus tecum. Benedicta tu in mulieribus. Et benedictus, Et benedictus fructus ventris, Ventris tuae, Jesus.”
Her song was cut short as the Eagle took to the air leaving the dead snake where it was. A smile curled her lips as she continued towards Autumn and the angel. “Attention sought, granted and received oh gifted human.” Her voice before carried the sweetness of the angels but now bit into the cold of her past with the Vatican.
“You seek answers and there are many but they are in riddles, or pictures. To see them or know them a part of your sanity fades.” She grinned but then set her eyes on the other and that grin faded into a gentle smile as to him she would appear in her glory the flaxen haired angel baring four wings.
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Post by ~Autumn Walker~ on Oct 9, 2008 22:42:46 GMT -1
((Okay...guys, need to make a note here, if you read the description, Finsbury is not a Circus, its a park..one of the oldest parks in London...states clearly on the description)
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Post by Adina on Oct 10, 2008 8:29:41 GMT -1
The song like incantation struck hir. Almost made the blonde angel a bit unsure. It wasn't the voice of an angel, and yet it had seeped into hir mind and called hir. Hir lips pulled into a thin frown, as shi moved through the park towards the sound. The closer Adina came to the calling song, the more shi felt the presence of other angels. A Throne, a Cherubim. Whoever or whatever was calling them had a very powerful pull it seemed. And yet, it was not of the dark that seemed to be flooding the city so swiftly like a dark storm.
Hir head titled slightly, hir chin lifted. Cautious, Adina stepped up behing the two angels to view the mortal. A small petite woman with gentle freckles and light green eyes. She was gifted, and questioning the other two. A member of the Fight, Adina had heard of the secret order. But, never thought that shi would see or know one. The questions were righteous, ones that Adina had heard before throughout hir existence. Mortals always wanted to know what was happening. What did the heavenly ones want? What was Lucifer up to with their souls?
Adina frowned at the answer from the Cherubim. But, shi knew better then to chid one of the leaders of hir kind for such a vague answer. They seemed to love to speak in riddles, forcing humans to work out the complications in their simple heads. Soliel had appeared in all surpeme glory, four powerful wings so soft behind the angels back.
The Throne dared to speak after one of hir leaders in a more simple tongue, "I am afraid that those are secrets that even angels are not privy, to. Those of Lucifer are very good at hiding their intentions and plans from us, for they know we would do everything in our power to stop them." Adina sighed, wishing that shi could truly help the mortal gain the knowledge she sought, "Yes, many are coming, and we do know something has been planned for your city. Trust that we are with you, to help you as we are able."
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Post by ~Autumn Walker~ on Oct 11, 2008 18:55:11 GMT -1
Autumn sat and her jaw dropped. She had not expected to many Angels to appear all at once and had to admit at being over whelmed. She swallowed hard and looked at them, they bright light almost burning through her minds eye.
"Uh huh.....i am strangely not comforted by your words...what is coming?" Autumn pleaded with them, "if a war is about to begin the human race needs to know, The Fifth needs time to prepare! Who is coming?"
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Post by faust on Oct 11, 2008 19:35:00 GMT -1
Saved by the beautiful angel ladies. Aharah supressed a gleeful smile at the familiar sounds of Latin singing and the sight of a Cherubim. And a Throne; Aharah could have sworn he had seen her in the ranks! But he kept his face appropriately subdued and grave as the two women moved to fill in the blanks he just couldn't seem to remember. Oh, that was bad. He really was getting old; he sucked on his upper lip to stop himself from cracking up.
"Ah, lighten up, ladies." He sighed. "Ol' Scratch has been up to no good since he started singing sour notes who knows how many years ago. Whatever he's up to, it's certainly nothing a few good angels and a few more faithful people can't handle, and how. Come on now, Miss Walker. No need to get your vestments in a twist." He took his hand off Autum's shoulder and winked at his fellow Throne (he wasn't foolish wnough to do something so crass to his superior) "C'mon ladies. It can't be all that bad, right?"
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