|
|
Post by Fraciel on Oct 7, 2008 0:00:42 GMT -1
This place was just as advertised. No, not through mainstream media or anything like that, just word of mouth. These places thrived on word of mouth. Fraciel was here today, in the crowded markets. The mosaic of people from the various walks of life, the plethora of smells and sounds. These things drew the fallen out from his hole, simply to watch.
He wasn't like most at the market, obviously, he stood still near the centre of the place. He had an unlit, bent cigarette in his mouth. Perhaps, though, the strangest of things about him was the way the sounds and people seemed to avoid him. Those that had to pass near turned their heads down, some hunched, and it seemed quieter, somehow. Melencholy would be a good word to describe what was happening there.
|
|
|
|
Post by chastity on Oct 7, 2008 0:31:34 GMT -1
It was a rarity to see this fallen beauty emerge from the forest when the the sun still hung high over the face of the slowly dying planet. An odd feeling inside her empty body didn't allow her to get even a minute of rest. What was the point of remaining in the forest if it didn't succeed in what she was attempting to do? Cloaking her hideous black wings she ventured out into the city of London.
The last time she was in London had to be almost a month ago and that was to simply purchase some items that she needed some basic necessities. If possible she tried to avoid coming in contact with all kinds of life. Though today was an exception. It was like something was calling her. Making a call so strong that she couldn't resist. Yeah, her logic was wack. No one had to tell her that twice.
Chastity seemed to scare off any type of human life. Maybe it was they way she presented herself; bitter and fierce. That didn't bother her to much. If they couldn't handle that they didn't have a reason to converse with her. That odd calling or whatever had been happening inside of her brought her to the market. A place full of mortals. As she wondered along her walking ceased as she reached the center of the human infested market. Her hollow green gaze was met by that of another fallen. |
|
|
|
Post by Fraciel on Oct 7, 2008 0:41:28 GMT -1
He was getting bored. Nothing was happening, not that anything ever truly happened anyway. It didn't matter. Wait. Something wicked this way comes. Fraciel's blank, light coloured eyes met the empty gaze of another, fallen. He stayed standing there, in a sort of stare down, Fraciel's impassive look, the other's fiery stare. He lifted a hand from the pocket of his light grey, almost white, trench coat, and pulled the unlit smoke from his mouth. It was tossed to the ground before he stepped forward.
He didn't speak, but there was an obvious invitation. 'Walk with me', his movements were all that he needed. He felt her strong presense even moer intensly as he walked by, and if he were surprised by the standoffish nature of it, he wouldn't let on. They would need a place to chat that wasn't... so... full, perhaps. Or maybe a place that was crowded was better? Fraciel had no problem walking through the mortals, nobody wanted to be near him for some reason.
|
|
|
|
Post by ~Xandrael~ on Oct 7, 2008 21:26:29 GMT -1
A bit further down from the two Fallen, a tall figure in a dark trenchcoat stood by a table littered with CDs. It seemed to actually be interested in the wares, as it would gingerly pick up one of the funny plastic cases, inspect it with some detail, and then place it back in the exact spot. One hand was tucked away in a coat pocket, while the other hand, hovered over the table.
It picked up one particular CD and seemed to inspect it for longer than the others. The man behind the table raised a brow, wondering if it was ever going to make a decision. It had been standing there for ten minutes already. A quiet voice broke the silence, "May I trade for this?" The man jumped a bit in surprise and nodded, "What yous got?"
The figure pulled its other hand out of its pocket, setting down a a thin spool of something silver in front of the man. He in turn picked it up and turned it in his hands. "What is this, silver thread? What do you-" The figure spoke before he could finish, "It is silver, in the finest chain you will ever see..." Its quiet voice cutting through the man's gruff tones.
The man looked at the thread more carefully, eyes widening. By the time he looked up, the figure had walked away, CD tucked away in its pocket.
Xandrael had always wanted to return to the Market, ever since it had first arrived. There was a vibrancy to the place, so much to experience for all the senses. And the curious items they set out were interesting to the angel, who had only seen them from afar. Quite afar.
Suddenly, Xandrael frowned. Then it slowed to a standstill. It didn't take more than a mental glance to know what else was to be found at this Market. Slowly turning its head, it cast its ameythst eyes over its shoulder and looked behind, through the human throng.
There. Two excommunicated creatures of Heaven.
Xandrael didn't blink, it didn't flinch, it merely watched, and then it tilted its head curiously to the side, a bare glimpse of what some would call a smile at the corner of its mouth.
|
|
|
|
Post by chastity on Oct 7, 2008 22:04:21 GMT -1
The sounds of the market were like screaming banshee's to the ears of this fallen. Many voices speaking at once, sounds of merchandise being investigated by eager buyers, whiny children urging stressed parents to buy the newest toy. So many sounds existed around her, so many sounds her mind couldn't comprehend. Living without contact to other mortals could make anyone turn mad. Insanity, that was the feeling Chasity was coming close to.
If there something that she wanted more then to be stripped of these pesky emotions slipping away from the bustle of the daily human life. Anything was better then having to witness their happiness. Secretly Chastity yearned to have what all of those humans possessed though she would never admit that thought. Bitterness, regret, and hatred towards the world cloaked this lust so well it was almost like it didn't exist. At least to others it did, Chastity lived with this odd want every minute of her life that would never end.
This fallen didn't seem to be wavered by her sudden appearance, and if he was he was skilled at not showing it. Her feelings were quite like his. Another fallen was rare though, she hadn't seen another of her own kind in a good bit. Maybe there had been yet another out break of fallens. By the looks of it he didn't seem to be to old, unlike herself. She could have let out a cry of joy as he walked past. He seemed to be telling her to walk along with him. Chastity almost eagerly fell into step with him.
As the two silently walked along something felt odd. Not the fact that people seemed to be parting to make a path for the two scary figures. That she was used to. Another presence, one that seemed to be overly familiar was looming around them. Jade eyes scanned the area, letting no emotions slip by. Then her eyes met the gaze of a vaguely familiar face, a face that stood out in the screaming crowds. An angel, it had been awhile since her last encounter of what she used to be. However, this one seemed oddly familiar, like a forgotten memory. Maybe she had stumbled into him when she had still been a happy little follower of God.
|
|
|
|
Post by Fraciel on Oct 10, 2008 23:52:19 GMT -1
Fraciel felt something. A disturbance in the force... no, nothing like that, it was just the slight tickling of power. He knew where it came from, there was an angel here somewhere. In the crowd. Close. The fallen slowed to a stop and turned his head slightly to look at his new associate. She was looking to the angel. Fraciel turned his head back to face front, though he didn't begin to walk again.
"Tell me what you see..."
His voice was calm, soft, monotone. Still, he was easily heard over the hustle and bustle of the crowd. Perhaps it had something to do with his angelic heritage. That was probably it, though. Fraciel's head turned upwards as he waited for his companion to respond. He was interested in how she responded, he decided that the answer to this question would determine whether or not they could continue their.... rondeveux of sorts.
|
|
|
|
Post by chastity on Oct 11, 2008 0:22:52 GMT -1
Through all of the silence so much had been said. This angel was surely someone that she had seen so many years ago. Who exactly? Her memory wasn't that sharp to match a name to face that she had seen maybe some two hundred years ago. All she knew was that as her green eyes stared at him with empty emotions pieces of her former life as an angel.
"Tell me what you see..."
It was the voice of the fallen who stood by her side. He no doubt saw the angel who was only so many feet away. She saw something else though, memories of her past life. Memories that made her want to let out a scream of agony. Finally, she recovered her voice to compose a reply.
"An angel I swear I used to know nearly two hundred years ago. Though I can't remember his name..." A quiet, raspy voice replied. It sounded out of place yet it possessed its own beauty. |
|
|
|
Post by ~Xandrael~ on Oct 11, 2008 0:51:34 GMT -1
The two Fallen Angels conversed amongst themselves as Xandrael turned to the side, its eyes still watching, its hands hung tucked into the coat pockets. The humans flowed around it, like water flows around a rock in a river.
One was of the male persuasion, the other of the female. The female's eyes were particularly eye-catching. Such a fascinating hue. As for the male, well it did not take any kind of stretch to know Fraciel from any other Fallen, or any of its brethren for that matter.
The barest hint of a smile curled at the corners of its mouth. For there were no coincidences, not for their kind. And Xandrael was terribly interested in finding out where this went.
Somehow, without anyone really moving at all, the distance between them decreased.
|
|
|
|
Post by Fraciel on Oct 11, 2008 1:01:45 GMT -1
Of course. The feeling grew. Power was no longer a tickle at the back of hism ind, it had taken shape. The form it took. He knew, Xandrael. This was interesting, why was IT here? what was IT'S purpose. Fraciel took the moment to turn his body so that his dull light eyes fixed on the approach. He lifted a hand and placed it on the shoulder of his latest acquantance, and he realized that he didn't know her name.
"What is it that they call you?"
He was still obviously speaking to teh female he had met. As he had taken to ignoring the angel who had come from the crowd. Why pay attention to someone whom you knew was simply going to be... difficult?
|
|
|
|
Post by chastity on Oct 11, 2008 1:17:59 GMT -1
Why was the angel simply staring at her? Was there something different about her that made him interested in her? Chastity could only begin to wonder why. Though it irked her she chose to ignore her presence. Though she had feeling he would somehow pursue her into a conversation. That though made a shudder go through out her body.
"What is it that they call you?"
"Chastity, that is my name." Her raspy voice lowly said. When he set a hand on her shoulder her first instinct was to shrug it off. Though somehow his presence was..comforting. A feeling she hadn't felt in a good while. "What is your name?"
|
|
