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Post by ash on Sept 18, 2008 2:09:01 GMT -1
Ash stood in the garden walking pass any good thing that so happened to be alive, humans for the most part and lots of wonderful beautiful plants that someone had taken the time to make for them. She sighed stopping in front of the flower of roses, some being red, others being white, and of course the black ones that she so happened to favor. She reached her hand out and pulled a black one out and held it up to her face to look at it, she then placed in her hair before moving along the garden path again. She stopped a few times to listen to the couples who were having problems but any laughed under her breath. I knew that new angel of love would fail, he was never as good as I was, and yet here I am down here but its to late to call me back into grace, I lost that when I fell.
She walked past the couple with a smile on her face. "Problems? Then it must mean you aren't meant for each other." She answered back with a harsh tone, and the humans believed her and also thanked her for her comments. She couldn't help but smile again. It was a joke, oh well they were lost anyway. She didn't lose her grin on her face as she walked past more flowers, all her memories were coming back to her. She reached her hand out as if to grab a flower off and press it between her fingers to make it flat but though better of it and pulled her hand back down to her side. She felt like she wasn't alone, as if someone else happened to be by as well. She gave another sigh before looking around herself to try and find the person. |
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Post by Kip Valentine on Sept 18, 2008 2:55:45 GMT -1
Kip was sitting on one of the garden benches. He was going over his rosary, praying. The cool air of the gardens helped clear his head. It soothed him. "AVE MARIA, gratia plena, Dominus tecum. Benedicta tu in mulieribus, et benedictus fructus ventris tui, Iesus. Sancta Maria, Mater Dei, ora pro nobis peccatoribus, nunc, et in hora mortis nostrae. Amen." he prayed as he rubbed his two fingers over a wooden rosary bead, then moved onto the next one and repeated it.
The breeze was teasing his dark brown hair, he continued praying the rosary, barely aware of those around him. He would have been in the cathedral, but there were unpleasant memories attached to the cathedral. He needed to focus and pray them out of him, find some sort of penance.
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Post by ash on Sept 18, 2008 3:11:29 GMT -1
Ash had finally heard the nose of a man praying and went towards him, she found him sitting down at a bench. She took the black rose out of her hair and tossed it to him. "You believe in god?" She asked hiding her true self from him, she felt lucky she was not wearing one of her old dresses else he might of though her to still be the angel of love. She watched him for a long second before she folded her arms to look around the rest of the garden. "Speaking from a different tongue, I am sure that he can understand you if you were to speak English too." She spoke again looking at him, then out of no where she asks. "What do I look like to you?" She wasn't sure how he was going to answer that but figured that anything to do with angel or fallen angel would not come to his mind.
She finally moved over toward him and sat on the bench, she wasn't tired of walking she was just being lazy about standing so long. She gave a sigh before looking back towards him again, she was still waiting on his answer about what he though she looked like, she could only hope he wasn't going to say, a pretty women, and leave it at that. She could tell that he was no human, since they didn't have powers, he might of been half but she never went through everyones back rounds to find out, she only used to make those who should be, fall in love and that was her old job, her new job that she gave herself was to try and make everyone else's life made of hell or make her feel good anyway. She looked out in front of them just watching all the people walk by. "I'll give you one clue. I am no human." She answered him yet again. |
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Post by Kip Valentine on Sept 18, 2008 3:28:53 GMT -1
Kip looked up from his praying. "Yes, I do believe in God, and its latin, I feel more connected using that language, it feels more authentic, I supp--" he was cut off by her next question. "I'm sorry, what do you look like to me?" he repeated, a bit unsure how he was supposed to respond. She was a woman, wasn't she?
He did meet a crossdresser in transition once and wanted the opinions of males if he ... she ... it ... looked feminine enough. Kip didn't know how to respond to that either. He put his rosary back in his hoody pocket as she sat down next to him.
Quirking a brow. "Not human, eh? What are you a ... " he paused, "Well its still daylight so you can't be a vampire, you look sort of glamourous are you a fae?" he asked, knowing he was probably way off.
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Post by ash on Sept 18, 2008 3:37:41 GMT -1
Ash had to grin at him again, and stood the black rose back at him. "My favorite color was red, and now its black." She answered him back before adding, "I think you'd find me around most couples or you would of anyway." She smiled standing up again. "Oh I though you were just trying to hid what you were saying to god from me." She smiled at him again before adding, "I am like a demon yes, but I am not evil." She paused that had come out so wrong. "If I was a demon I would not be around couples, my old job was to give them joy and now I just do what ever and they just so happen to listen to me." She shrugged her shoulders before looking at him again. "Meet the angel of love, or well Ash." She didn't feel like giving out her full name.
"I was the angel of love, now I am not." She didn't feel like saying, "I am a fallen angel you might say. The new angel of love, is not doing that great of a job, somehow I lost my grace because he stole my favorite activity." She put the black rose in her hair again. "Red rose, was for love, black rose, is nothing but an empty soul." |
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Post by Kip Valentine on Sept 18, 2008 13:51:59 GMT -1
"Demons and fae are two different things." he corrected. Then heard her say all this stuff about the 'angel of love' okay this woman was a crazy. If she thought she was some sort of modern day cupid, that's fine but angel? An angel that is now ... not?
Perhaps the whole idea of 'angels' was a sore topic for Kip. Not too long ago, he'd found out he was a Nephilim, or at least that's what Autumn told him, but he hadn't decided whether or not he believed her yet.
What the hell was going on? The moment he decides to break away from his mother's world and accept the call to be a priest, all this paranormal static just clings to him like its nobody's business.
He frowned. "Alright, if you're trying to send me some sort of clue, I think I'm getting the idea" he murmured to himself, or to God, but not to that woman sitting next to him. He sighed. "Angel of love, eh?" he said, clearly humoring the woman, playing along so to to speak.
If she wanted to believe she was some sort of angel fallen from grace that's her issue. He didn't have to believe her. 'But why not believe her, is it really so incredible as that of a telepath working for the Vatican, or better yet a soul collector?' a voice chimed up in his head.
He scratched the back of his head, mussing his dark brown hair. "So what are you here for? I'm not here to find my true love, and better yet, why are suddenly not an angel anymore, did you ... fall from grace? " he replied, looking at the black rose she put in her hair.
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Post by felixfalora on Sept 18, 2008 21:00:10 GMT -1
Well that prooves it... He's not a really good devout, Masahiro thought to himself. Sitting on a bench, reading through the research papers his superiors had left him, it had mentioned a harmless fallen angel, once the angel of love, but like all fallen angels, she was to be considered hostile and a threat. I'm not looking for fights though and I don't wanna waste the Vatican's time, so... Let her try something and I'll fight. Until then... This research is thick and if I'm ever gonna catch that demon...
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Post by bryce on Sept 19, 2008 2:35:05 GMT -1
A heavy sigh passed through slightly parted lips, audible only by the emerald orbed man. Boredom seemed to wreak havoc in his life lately and it just wasn't something he could escape. Though a majority of his life consisted of drinking and partying, clubbing simply wasn't in the agenda for tonight.
Pressing his way through the crowds on the sidewalk and dodging the cars that jam-packed the street, Bryce had managed to find the gardens all in one piece. Honestly, he was never quite sure why he had chosen to live in London; it was too damn busy.
Hand dug deep within the pockets of his worn leather jacket, trainers scuffing against the worn path that lead deep into the beauty of the area. To be frank, he was kind of disgusted with the sweet fragrances and tranquility. Why, he had no idea, but Bryce had always had a liking for violence and decay. Perhaps the gardens weren't the wisest of places to wander upon.
It was fairly toasty outside, surprising Bryce that more people weren't in their air conditioned homes than out and about. Gaze snagged upon a familiar form, a particular female that he had watched from afar upon numerous accounts.
Despite the normal persona and character of Bryce, he had failed to see a girl in his company for some time. He wasn't the relationship type guy but he hadn't even had meaningless sex for sometime now. A soft sigh passed through slightly parted lips at the thought, needing A hot fuck without much commitment. Mind you, he had never had any trouble with getting a hot chick; it was getting rid of her that was the difficult task. He had too many secrets and too many problems to even care about pouring his heart and soul out into some pathetic girl. He was tired of it and that was that.
No, she wasn't anything more than a pretty face to him. Gaze diverted away from her and the masculine figure she had been speaking with, situating himself upon the nearest bench.
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Post by Kip Valentine on Sept 19, 2008 16:26:07 GMT -1
Kip felt something. It was sharp and familiar, like a brush of wings and the sound of the wind. He turned and saw a male sitting down on the nearest bench. Then something happened that he wasn't aware could happen. There was a flash in his mind like he was seeing with an eye that had been closed for the larger part of his life and was just now opening up and what it saw was blinding and painful and screaming and loud. He winced and looked away, but the dark light would not leave his mind, he couldn't see. It hurt.
Hurt like alot of first things hurt. It was a tendril of power taking form inside of him. He felt that burning itch on his back and stood up like the bench he was sitting on was on fire. Panting he clutched his head. "Mother of Jesu, what's happening to me" he asked himself in a pained whisper.
His eyes darted around taking in the forms around him, there was a boy of sorts, reading some papers, the other man, who just sat down, and her, This fallen angel of love with an empty soul, he heard singing, like a mournful song and felt the darkness, that bright darkness swarm him like a fire and he became weak, and fell out cold onto the concrete, fainted.
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Post by ash on Sept 20, 2008 0:34:21 GMT -1
Ash heard his question and could hear all the sounds from around her, she could see the crowd coming together and she couldn't help but hate seeing them doing that. "He'll be fine." She answered them back before eying Masahiro. "You there." She pointed out at him and gave him the finger for him to come over to her. She also gave him the eye as if she was hiding something, she still held her gift somewhat but was a bit out of practice from it. She then looked over at Brace as if thinking of holding him from Kip fainting. She truly didn't care but the people were standing around to long and it was starting to bother her. She pulled the black rose out of her hair and dropped it out over Kip and turned to leave. He'd know if she was it or not. She left the area to find something else to do. |
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