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Post by Fraciel on Oct 21, 2008 0:13:39 GMT -1
It did not take long for Fraciel to find where he needed to go. He would arrive at the club and find the line. Was there always a line for such places, Fraciel did not wish to wait, time was far too precious at this moment. That, and the fallen's patience was wearing dangerously thin. Fraciel may be calm and even keeled, but on occassion he was known to have the incredible outburst of rage. He was ignoring the taunts and shouts from patrons left that were left behind in the line.
He reached the door, and it was a slightly strange feeling there. Watching as a card was produced, and someone of fairly questionable ability was allowed entrace. An interesting system, really, but Fraciel would not put up with such, instead he placed a hand on the shoulder of the one guarding the entrance, and leaned forward.
"I believe you know why I am here, Daniel..."
Entrance was granted. More than entrance was granted, Fraciel had expected no more than that, yet would not seem surprised when he was directed to a set of stairs at the far wall. Fraciel would go that way, simple, quick. There would be time another day to mingle, at the moment the fallen had a mighty need to speak with the owner of the establishment. He was assured this 'papa midnite' would be found in this 'special' area.
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Post by Cassiel on Oct 21, 2008 0:52:42 GMT -1
The Lounge door was opened and inside sat Midnite, he had returned from heaven and talking to the big guy. Again he was not happy but there was no sign of why or just how displeased he was. There sitting on the mantle before him was the infamous weapon that opened heaven and moved the war from it. The weapon he was given and called by during the war with the demons. He stood there with his back turned to the Door and any who entered. The Vatican had already sent their pain in the neck and the Fifth had their own little charges calling to them to learn of what was in store for the earth.
Midnite wished he could feel what a human did if even for a moment, just so he could bash his head in. “You need to speak with me Fraciel? Were you not just in hell with Lucifer and his lot?”
His eyes opened onto the metal but instead of lifting it he simply turned and headed for his bar where a glass was waiting for him seeing as he poured it before he left and now it was sitting there with a piece of plastic over it keeping the alcohol from evaporating.
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Post by Fraciel on Oct 21, 2008 1:05:11 GMT -1
Fraciel stood in the door, his complacent eyes on Midnite, he turned and headed for his personal bar. The fallen took a while to watch, it had been far too long since the last time they had spoken. Fraciel turned slightly to close the door, it did not need to be open, and he didn't wish this sort of a conversation broadcast to whomever might be permitted to listen in the main club, should the door be open. He took steps inside.
"Lucifer's lot is my lot now, is it not?"
Fraciel was stepping in and slowly removing his jacket. This could be a long stay, or it could be a short stay. One never truly knew until the conversation took shape, but the fallen was setting up for a long talk. One that might take them both to places they didn't wish to go, one that certainly would take Fraciel where he didn't wish to go. Why else would he not have come here before?
"I suppose you have been informed of the situation..."
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Post by Cassiel on Oct 21, 2008 1:21:01 GMT -1
“Just because you fell doesn’t mean Lucifer is your lot. Lucifer quite rightly took the title Prince of Hell, are you of hell too?” He cast his eyes in the direction of his white haired brother. “Make yourself at home Fraciel...” He stated while he moved over to the hallway to close the door that lead to the rooms where Sofiel was. She didn’t need to know that Fraciel was there nor did she need to hear him. Easily now did he return to the seating area and sat lowly in one of the arm chairs.
“Oh I have been in formed of some things and as usual I have my orders but you are here for a reason Fraciel. And I am curious as to what it is. You obviously know who I am so there is no sense in me pretending or attempting to disguise it. I would have hoped you would have come here before you entered hell. So much for a history.”
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Post by Fraciel on Oct 21, 2008 1:34:46 GMT -1
The fallen watched Midnite close the door, and then nodded slightly. Fraciel draped his jacket over a chair. he wasn't much for sitting, it showed weakness, and he was not weak, anything but that. It was true, he had been to hell first, and had come here second. But this was the important visit, the visit that Fraciel needed to make before making a move. His hands busied themselves with the loose tie that hung under the collar of his black shirt. The problem was, where to start...
"I went to hell first, because it is there that I could determine the truth"
It really hadn't been a slight towards the old, friend? could it be called that, a friend? They had been, perhaps, some time ago. Now, who knew what they were. Fraciel certainly didn't know. There were things he did know, however, and they were things that were difficult to say as well.
"Does Heaven have it's own designs on the situation, or is this the fight of mortals?"
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Post by Cassiel on Oct 21, 2008 1:49:41 GMT -1
“The Truth lies in hell?” he laughed long and hard. “And your truth was he has returned?” He drank half the scotch and returned those blue hues to the other. “Heaven holds it’s stand fight where is needed, ensure hell does not break from the bonds, keep humans safe watch over the flesh crafted humans. Watch the hell gates, keep the peace.”
He scoffed softly “You know my usual fight, keeping the peace. Allow hell to make the first move.” He then paused and stood stepping towards Fraciel. “So my brother where do you stand? Will you stand with my fallen flock or are you so far removed from them that you now stand with Lucifer?”
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Post by Fraciel on Oct 21, 2008 2:31:46 GMT -1
Fraciel watched the man stroll forward. Fraciel was not scared, though he perhaps had rights to. He watched and his hands slipped down to rest just barely in the pockets of his black pants. He nodded slightly, just barely perceptable. Hell had the truth, at times. The truth was just as Midnite had said. It was then Fraciel looked away. This was a show of emotion, Fraciel wasn't ashamed but he was a little bit hessitant. It was short lived, but it had happened. Fraciel turned his light eyes back upwards.
"My stand is where it ever was. However I am not prepared."
Fraciel glanced around the place again, quickly, taking inventory of what was there. It was like he was searching for something, almost, though obviously not very thuroughly.
"and my preparations may take some time"
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Post by Cassiel on Oct 21, 2008 3:35:09 GMT -1
Midnite found himself frowning at the actions of Fraciel but that frown cleared as those eyes returned to his. Those words held a smile to Midnite’s lips and for that his hand was offered, Would Fraciel take it the angel began wandering but still the arm was offered. “I think then a welcome is in order my brother…”
Again he found her brows moving together, down. “What is it that you are searching for... Are you looking for the hammer or is it your long lost bow? Shoftiel is here too, free from her prison in the Vatican, she has been for years. She will be pleased to see you again.” With a hand he gestured towards the doors he had closed.
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Post by Fraciel on Oct 21, 2008 3:52:01 GMT -1
Fraciel nodded and took the hand, perhaps a welcome was in order. Fraciel was playing a little bit both sides of the fence. But after the whole ordeal in Hell, it was more than necissary to do what he was doing now. The hand was shook lightly, and then the Fallen released the hand of the exalted. and returned it to his pocket.
"I am seeking a way to return..."
It was as much of a confirmation to anything as Midnite would get at the moment. Fraciel would need that return in order to survive, and not just survive, but in order to ensure the survival of thsoe he had been watching for so long. As loathe as he was to admit such a thing, Fraciel had grown a softspot for mortals.
He took a step back and turned his eyes to the door, then he shook his head a little bit. He knew he should go and say hello. Or perhaps he felt he should go say hello because of the mortal emotions he had noticed a tendancy towards. It was a strange sort of duality, the retention of his angelic emotion, and the aquisition of the mortal ones. He did a good job keeping those in check though.
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Post by Cassiel on Oct 21, 2008 13:16:35 GMT -1
Midnite knew when Fraciel had taken his hand though he could not feel it’s touch he knew when his hand was being shook. At the release his hand dropped to his side. “Seeking such now Fraciel, you would need to speak to her and you know that. She is God’s judge and his eyes. She is the only one that can read the books and choose wither or not you rise or remain.” Midnite’s eyes closed for a moment. “I am merely he who keeps the peace, I may rip souls from hell and those from heaven but she is the one that reads the books and drops the hammer on their judgment.”
He smirked “There were many that had a place in hell though not because they deserved it but because they believed they belonged there. When Shoftiel returned we had a great many souls to save.”
He turned towards the door and stepped closer to it. Slowly the door was opened and he called her name “Shoftiel... We have a visitor you may want to see.”
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