Help from Above (Autumn)

[Gabriel]

Gabriel was on a mission, after the meeting with the rest of the Angels, he had come to a conclusion. They were going to need help, it was not going to just be angels fighting demons this time, and the humans were going to have to be involved. Gabriel had kept himself well informed on the goings in with the human world, and though he didn't always agree with what they did or how they conducted themselves, they had managed to become quite adept at certain things.

Gabriel strode into the offices of the Fifth with a purpose, he was sure to get attention, how could he help but to get it. At nearly 7 foot tall he generally got attention wherever he went unless he made himself invisible to the mortal world. Today he didn't bother, His long white leather duster danced around his legs as he walked up the receptionist.

Bright shining eyes pinned the woman to her chair like a butterfly to a display board, "I wish to speak with Autumn Walker." He had to temper his voice, else it would have burst the woman's heart right there. So when he spoke it held the sound of thunder rumbling across a storm darkened night. It is said that if a mortal were to hear the true voices of the angels they would go mad, or simply die from the deep vibrations it would cause to their internal organs.

Gabriel had over the many millennium learned just how to interact with the creator's favorites, since he had been a messenger for longer than he could remember. He returned from his musings to see that the secretary was still staring at him in an awestruck way. He sighed and leaned over the desk, merely by bending at the waist he brought himself to eyes level with the woman, "Autumn Walker? If you please.....now."

[~Autumn Walker~]

Autumn should of known it would not of been a quiet day. Actually, recently no day had been quiet. She almost missed the days of hunting and fighting the beings that lurked in the shadows, yet these days she felt more like an office clerk than a fighter. Sat behind her desk, one long slender leg crossed over the other, looking blankly at the latest memo from the Vatican, informing her, she needed to up the game, so to speak, in the current events surrounding Satan. What did they want her to do? Have a one on one interview with the god of chaos??!! She leaned back in her chair, the crisp black leather cold to the touch against her bare arms. Outside was freezing, and although the room was heated, she was regretting wearing just a white short sleeved blouse. From the back of the chair she pulled on a little black cardigan, sliding her arms through and hugging herself to warm up. Adamant someone had turned off the heating she rose up from her chair and paced across the large office, her black high heels clicking against the hardwood floor. Her black trousers were crisply ironed, slightly boot cut that they hung neatly over her heels. At the office door she examined the thermostat on the wall and turned it up a little, then gave it a few taps with her index finger. Like that would actually do anything, but it was the same logic that made her repeatedly press the elevator call button.

She was about to walk back to her desk when she felt it, the warm ripples over her skin and that dull ache in her mind that informed her something of power was near. It did not take long for her mind’s eye to define it as an angel, power...so much power..an Archangel? She could not tell. Then, through the door, she heard a voice ask for her. Opening the door ajar Autumn peered out and saw a tall...very tall man leaning across the reception desk. She saw the aura then and almost staggered to her knee’s. Gaining balance again she took a deep breath and opened the door further.

“I’m Autumn Walker...” She spoke out across the hallway toward the angel.

[Gabriel]

Gabriel stood straight and tall at the voice, turning slowly he fixed the woman who had spoken with his intense stare, "Autumn Walker..." He took two strides and then cast a deep bow to the woman, "I am Gabriel, may I have a bit of your time?" He phrased it as a question but his voice held command. His shoulder length bonde hair looked like spun gold and reflected the sunlight like a thousand prisms. His eyes watched the woman carefully.

Strolling the rest of the way towards her, a smile lit his golden face, his eyes no less intense. "We need to have a discussion, one that is more important than many know." His thundering voice rumbling through his chest. There was something strange about this human, she was more than an ordinary human, he would have to tread carefully with her.

[~Autumn Walker~]

The aura coming off the angel was immense. It blinded her mind’s eye with such radiance she physically had to look away to pull up the metaphysical walls guarding her clairvoyance. When he moved toward her Autumn blinked slowly and tried to control her utter awe at the fact the archangel Gabriel was moving toward her. She simply nodded as he spoke, able to regain some composure and held open her office door for him.

Stepping after him into the large office, tactfully decorated in chocolates and creams, two worn our chocolate leather sofa’s in the centre with her mahogany desk nestled in front of the large panes of glass overlooking central London.

“I must say I am somewhat astounded my name has reached the lips of angels....” She smiled and sat down on the sofa, crossing one leg over the other, gesturing to the seat beside her.

[Gabriel]

Gabriel did his best to tone down his aura, noticing the woman having difficulty looking directly at him. It wasn't impossible but it did take a bit of concentration on his part to do so. He had dealt with the human population enough over the eons to know what the full power of it could do to them. Blindness was the least of the problems, almost like looking directly into the sun, but as with angelic voices the aura could also cause madness among mortals. That was the last thing that Gabriel wanted with this particular woman.

He followed Autumn into her office, having to bend almost double to get through the doorway, not that it wasn't something he was used to, it was just an inconvenience. Entering the room he cast a quick glance around before moving to one of the couches, "More than just your name is known Autumn. We keep an eye on all that might ....be useful to us. You are one of those, but in this instance it is I that offer to assist you."

He turned his head slightly to pin her once more with that gaze, almost as if he could see all the way to your soul. In actuality Gabriel didn't need to see her soul, he knew it very well. He had picked it, and taught it everything it needed to know before this woman was ever born. "We have a common goal, and it would do us well to cooperate to meet the end we wish to happen."