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Shuhan [On Leave], I'm beside stoopid<- XD
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Jul 31, 2013 05:48AM
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((Well, hm... I don't know if I could squeeze you in here (Remus and Lunia left I guess and Rye and Sawyer are... doing their thing), but would you maybe want to RP with my character Nate? He's not really doing anything other than walking around with a map in his hands (long story) so he's pretty much free :D I have today off. Tomorrow I have to go back O_O ))
Ⓙⓔⓝⓝⓨ wrote: "((You didn't miss too much. Just Remus being a semi-creeper and Lunia hitting her head on the floor. Yup.))
Hearing her suggestion, Remus simply nodded. He started forward, narrowly avoiding that ..."
((^^ alright! Sounds good!))
As Remus carried Lunia out of the library, she glanced back once when he did and saw a librarian follow them. Probably cause he was eating in the library. she thought to herself, then pointed down the hall to continue guiding him to the infirmary. She hoped it was nothing serious.
Hearing her suggestion, Remus simply nodded. He started forward, narrowly avoiding that ..."
((^^ alright! Sounds good!))
As Remus carried Lunia out of the library, she glanced back once when he did and saw a librarian follow them. Probably cause he was eating in the library. she thought to herself, then pointed down the hall to continue guiding him to the infirmary. She hoped it was nothing serious.
(Can I join :3, sorry if im annoying you :3)
((You could probably join at the infirmary if you wanted. I wouldn't mind, might give me more things to bounce off of with Remus since he's such a difficult charrie.))
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"Whoa-kay," Sawyer said, shrugging. She had noticed Remus carrying Lunia but she didn't think anything of it. Lunia could more than handle herself and the guy didn't look that threatening. More like a lost puppy than anything, "What did you have in mind, gorgeous?"
Fiona sat on a silent corner of the huge library with a novel at hand. She was lip syncing to a song of her favorite band as she flipped the last few pages of her day's novel. It was about angels and their never ending envy for human emotions and being the apple of God's eyes. and that's why angels fall. she thought sarcastically with a grin slapped in her face. But she couldn't care less, the angel of death himself--due to his manly voice every time he'd visit her, had given her clan to bring forth death to those who wish the destruction of man kind. good luck finding the key to my damn seal angel of death. It has only been two weeks since her birthday and the day of the excruciatingly sickening placement of reinforcements for her useless gift as death bearer was held. And the pair of wings in her back is now reaching her upper arm. With black and silver ink entwined like elegant patterns, her back is a maze of spells and curses to lock up the leaking smell of death in her soul. She also has a bonus, once the seal breaks her parents die. A good motivation to train on hand to hand combat not to get killed easily.
To say that Eileen was upset as she entered the library would be an understatement. Though she'd just returned from a bittersweet conversation with a supernatural, she couldn't be more glad to be in the library's sweet silence. She appeared behind a bookshelf in a small gust of wind and quiet flutter of wings, quickly slipping behind a bookshelf to avoid being seen. At the moment, Eileen didn't want to be bothered. She hadn't wanted to before and, really, she didn't want to be now. Having just lost her best friend to some stranger, her mind was full of confused, angry thoughts. Sampson - the boy she'd just talked to - had helped to calm her slightly, but she was still raging. There wasn't a way she could actually calm down. That just wouldn't happen.
Speaking of the devil an angel appeared when Fiona is cursing the angel of death. She was on the last sentences of her book and about to close it. Of course she knows that angels can't read thoughts so her despise towards them is a secret unless a telepathic would spill. After closing the book she's reading she stood up to return it to the shelf where the angel had hidden herself. why would an angel hide? she thought to herself.
Iris stumbled into the library, still dazed from her encounter with the Blind Boy. Her thoughts were spinning and swirling around in her head. Why would he let me go? Why was he trying to kill me in the first place? What is his name? Why didn't I just leave that part of the forest like any normal person would've? She closed her eyes and collapsed into a nice, plush, chair. The library was the perfect place to relax with no noise... That was exactly what she needed right now, peace, quiet and relaxation. Hopefully no one would bother her.
Eileen could definitely read minds. However, she really only used it on other angels and, besides, she was much too caught up in trying not to step out and rage at everyone in the library rather than wonder what they were thinking. In all honesty, Eileen didn't care. In her mind, they could have been thinking of how stupid she was and she wouldn't have cared. The fact that they were supernaturals was enough for her to hate whoever was in the library. Sighing, she slumped down against a wall, her mind buzzing. She'd been here just the other day looking for her friend, but he hadn't been here. She'd found him, but he'd left again, leaving her in the shriveling mess she was now. How could he do that to her? Best friends weren't just supposed to leave.
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Florangel *Hottest Nurse to ever walk the Earth*
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Fiona was ticked off seeing her slumped like that, specially near the shelf she'd return the book into. aren't angels supposed to be annoyingly happy all the time? Well death is always happy to piss me off with all the goodness he gave to me yada yada...how in Pete's name would a gift to yield death be a blessing when you have to spend each and every birthday strapped in suspending harnesses and be subjected to pain?! She thought bitterly as she walked near her. With icy blue eyes, she observed how vulnerable she looked slumped there almost appearing sad. "Uh... excuse me you're blocking the way." She murmured.
Glancing up, Eileen finally set eyes on the girl in front of her. Pushing back a strand of her own brown hair, Eileen tried to pull herself together, her eyes stern and her expression becoming emotionless as it was meant to be. "Excuse me, but go screw yourself." She wasn't taking this today. She wasn't taking this any day. All she'd wanted to do was come here to be alone in the freaking library of all places. Couldn't she be left alone here? Why was it that she had to be bothered everywhere she went? It didn't make sense to her.
Fiona rolled her eyes with the angel's dissing. She's not in the mood to handle angels at their menopausal period. She grinned at her remarks and and thought of a good comeback with the screw-yourself line she just slapped on her face. "I'm not verbally abusive for a witch, but I'd go screw myself when you get yourself out of the way from the bookshelf I need to put this back into." She said looking straight into her eyes. The elders said that she has death's eyes, icy blue almost frosty with her haunting stare.
Smiling sweetly, Eileen cocked her head to the side, the anger just wafting from her beneath the fake grin she gave. "How about... no." Her eyes twinkled slightly when she said this. Though Eileen's eyes weren't spectacularly deep - they didn't give off a death glare - they were still intimidating when she wanted them to be. In fact, Eileen herself was intimidating when she wanted to be. And, right now, that was exactly what Eileen wanted. "Why don't you just go back to doing your stupid little witch things and leave me alone, okay?" She nodded, the smile never faltering. "Okay."
Fiona's brow shot up, she's is literally being a bully over an isle? Bah! Give me a break! she thought. Closing her eyes and shaking her head, she ran her hand over her hair. She started countingbackwards in her head. She doesn't want to get in trouble with an angel and be killed or else her parents die with her."look, whatever angel you maybe, I do witch things but I also get bugged by an angel. And with all that crap, I am also juggling my studies and my duties not to get killed. Everyone has their problems and dramas. So would you stop your self pity party and let me pass. I swear I'll leave you alone after it. "
Eileen obviously didn't care whether or not she was being a bully. Quite honestly, she'd been called much worse than that. It would seem that at the moment, Eileen was being very much an uncaring person. Her face was void of emotion and her eyes were somewhat dark, giving the impression that she simply did not care. However, upon hearing the words that the girl used, Eileen's eyes glinted with both unmasked curiosity and animosity. "Who are you?" She asked, completely bypassing the comments the girl offered up. Eileen wanted to know exactly how this girl could identify her so well as one of the angelic species. Her words were slight and sharp, cutting right to the point. Information was one thing that she was now demanding.
Fiona sighed with her frustration. She forgot how angels use vessels to feel human emotions and all the crappy things humans do to themselves to be happy. But being the angel of death's little pet she is gifted with the sight of seeing things as they are. So she could see her in all her angelic beauty and not flinch. "I'm Fiona, and I'm trying to get this book back to that shelf behind your majestic wings." She said flatly clearly used to seeing angels flock around humans all the time. "Will you please excuse me as I do so. And I'll be getting on my way after." Ending her statement with a sardonic smile.
For once in her life, Eileen actually obliged. Sidestepping slightly, she didn't move an inch more than she had to. "No, you're not going anywhere until you tell me just how you know about this." By this, she meant angels in general. Most humans seemed to know about the angelic species, but this girl knew more than that. Eileen could just tell. There was something off about her and the way she acted - something about her motives that set Eileen both off and on alarm. There was definitely something that wasn't adding up and Eileen intended to know what.
Fiona neatly placed the book into its place and looked back to the pissed off angel. She was confused in the way how this angel doesn't know of her existence.she definitely isn't one of those gossipy cherubs. And then her realization hit her like a brick wall. Izrael is an out cast he left heaven when accused of something he did not do, but he continued serving God in delivering human souls to heaven. she thought. she is also assured that she is protected by her seal from any attacks regardless of origin other than those of physical ones. Izrael also swore to have her protected from any angelic attacks be it physical or mental. "Why would you want to know who I am? Do you not know your kind when they leave traces of protection?"
((Attitudes attitudes... that's all it takes... Lol! ))
((Oh, girls and their attitudes XD ))Glaring daggers at the girl, Eileen crossed her arms over her chest. Now that she thought about it and observed properly, she really could see the trace the angel had left upon the girl. It had been quite the strong one - something Eileen should have noticed. However, caught up in her, as the girl put it, self-pity, Eileen hadn't noticed. She didn't know of the situation with the girl and Izrael for Eileen wasn't as high of an angel as that. She simply worked under the archangels. Though she was powerful and had her own 'important' responsibilities, Eileen wasn't particularly considered important herself. Really, she was ranked at a medium level compared to most members of the angelic race. "Are you daft?" Eileen asked, her words enunciated with a bite, "How do you know about this?" She was completely bypassing the girl's questions. There wouldn't be an answer from her until she received one of her own.
Fiona bit the inside of her cheeks. She isn't going to fall for taunting, "I've been called worse actually." She said flatly as she took her first steps towards her exit. "Angels are beautiful beings but sometimes they are just so high and mighty to level themselves to their true worth. It's a pity that you'd be judge by humans in the end. That's why you protect them so badly right? So that you'll gain eternal glory in your choir up there." Pointing at the ceiling she was literally turning the tables now. She looked at her with judgement in her eyes. "tell me, are you really that desperate enough to protect those humans when they continue to sin all their lives? All for eternal glory? Why can't you just leave us alone?" Well so much for self control, Fiona is literally blaming all of her frustration to the present angel who had done nothing to her other than refusing to let her pass.
((Izrael haven't been approved yet... I wanted to role play him. ))
((I was going to leave it to Maniac, honestly. I'm not sure what he's got going on with his character, Death, so I was going to let him approve it when he gets back online. I didn't want to overstep my boundaries. Hope that's okay :) By the way, I have to go to sleep now XD Night!))
"I bet you have been..." Eileen stated, just loud enough that the girl could hear. Her voice was rough with rising anger as she continued to speak, "You know nothing of our ways." Tone lowered to a hiss, Eileen's eyes gave away just how much she was affected by this conversation. What the girl had said was true: every single words of it. Duty - this was all duty. Inside, Eileen didn't feel any real regard for the humans she was supposed to be protecting. To her, they were just another mission, another assignment. However, she didn't feel that way about everyone. No, there were others she cared about. Only problem was, they didn't seem to ever feel the same. "You're just another useless, ignorant supernatural who has no clue what she's talking about. No, answer my question before I rip your puny, little throat out piece by holy piece."
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((Yup... I guess I got to wait for him.))Fiona grinned at the angel mockingly. She does know what she's talking about. All of the angelic history had been Izrael's constant bed time stories to her as a child. She would also be proud to tell her that she saw everything in Izrael's point of view in some dreams Izrael gave her. She was holding her wand inside of her pocket just in case things got out of hand. She could also summon the scythe Izrael had given her if she could concentrate enough if the angel decides to tear her to pieces.
"Well, I do have an idea of what I'm talking about. It's quite evident with your change of expression just mere seconds ago." She was balancing her stance and preparing for her advances. She gripped her wand harder thinking of casting a barriers to envelope the angel as she try to flee with her neck intact. "And who I am doesn't involve you, due to the fact that you don't have a clue of my history at all. Maybe ask your boss first before you rip my punny little throat to tiny unholy pieces. "
Eileen didn't doubt that the girl was armed; no one was nowadays. In fact, Eileen herself had a handy-dandy angel blade that she would use to actually tear her to pieces. And not only that, but Eileen would do it too. She'd done it before and she'd do it again. The only issue was that she was more curious about this girl's understanding of the angelic ways than she was determined to kill her. "Who absolutely concerns me." Eileen piped up, her eyes narrowed at the girl, "In case you haven't noticed with your infinite knowledge of angels, but you aren't supposed to know. You're supposed to be an unobservant, clueless supernatural who isn't worth my time. And while the second may be true and I'm sure part of the second is as well, you know something and I'm not letting you leave until I get the full story from you personally." Her eyes were burning orbs of grey, like a thunderstorm in the middle of summer. "Get talking."
Fiona know she has angel blade. And with just one slash of it would blast her tiny mortal body to kingdom come or come to think of it she'd be blasted to hell with out any doubt judging by her status. Although Izrael would make sure she lives and walk away unharmed, she'd die knowing that her parents are suffering in hell due to her. So it's her knowledge with the history of angels or her parent's lives. She chose to do the lesser evil. She took her wand out and chanted a spell making a floating mirror appear in front of the angel. "Every bit of my memory reflects in that mirror. " she said with a flick of her wand she showed her why she knew of them. How she acquired the gift of sight and how Izrael cared for her and her despise on him quite verbally. It run in the mirror like a movie and when it ended the mirror dropped on the floor and shuttered before disappearing. "Now you know who I am. Can I pass? "
Jeremy walked into the massive library and breathed a sigh of relief, he loved this place and how it made him feel, it's the one place he could be and not be hungry, he went over the the magick section and took a book of the shelf, it was titled
Manipulate Odd Elements
Jer flipped to the first few pages looking at the 'Odd' elements, he smiled when he saw light, the only element he had mastered, he looked over the instruction and did as they said, he waved his hands over each other while he thought about mini sun, and low and behold a small star made from off white light was floating in his hand
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Iris stood up, feeling a little less disoriented, and started to walk around the library. She looked at the hundreds of different books all stacked on the huge wooden shelves of the library. There were so many of them... She wondered if people actually needed all these big fat books or if they were just there to make this place more daunting. She was so lost n thought that she bumped right into a boy, about her age, holding a book in the middle of an aisle. "S-sorry," She stammered.
Henry sat comfortably in a chair, isolated from everyone else. His carved eyes scanned the book Orianna had given him, and every so often he’d have to pick up the dictionary that lid beside him like a loyal dog and checked whatever word he fumbled over. Whenever he heard someone utter a word (which was often), his head would pop up to see what was happening, only to lose interest and go back to his book. He had been in the library for a full day now – knowing no one would look for him here. He just wanted to hide away and not have to face the problems he had; they were just too difficult to solve.
((*Glomps Henry*))Eileen watched with bated suspicion as the girl waved her wand doohickey in front of her face. At first, Eileen felt like smacking it right out of thin air. However, at the last minute she gave the girl the benefit of the doubt and just hoped that it wasn't powerful enough to do some real damage. While Eileen technically couldn't be killed from anything other than holy weapons, she had an acute fear of harming her vessel. Harming the girl she currently resided in would do more to hurt Eileen than almost anything. Almost.
Eyes watching the events unfold around her, Eileen observed the girl's history: her events with death, Izrael, and all the other experiences she'd lived through in her painfully short seventeen years of life. Though some may have, Eileen didn't find it all too impressive. Try living for seven hundred and fifty two years and get back to her. However, Eileen soon found herself stepping aside. Though it angered her greatly, the girl had the blessing of a superior and she couldn't bring herself to argue with that. Her partner - though it pained her incredibly - had pretty much already doomed himself to falling. Eileen wasn't about to let herself do the same. However, she didn't let the girl leave without a snide comment, "Watch your back." Eileen would be watching her - closely.
((Wow...your amazing...*bowing *))Fiona just looked at her with face void with expression, she has her back most of the time actually. Sometimes Izrael himself would come and at other times some of his watchdog would come. Although she knew deep inside that he would want her to die to break the seal to his gift. She placed her wand inside her pocket and said to the angel one last time before leaving, "I'm tired of you angels watching over me."
It was the truth that she would soon be Izrael's vassal but she have not yet accepted it. He has to force her before she'd let him take over her body. After her birthday merely two weeks ago, he found her sobbing with fear. The ministry had not only reinforced her seal but also reminded her of the consequence if it broke. Her parent's death would assure their place in hell being witches. What sacred her the most is that Izrael would do nothing to stop it."good bye."
((Oh, wow. Thank you ^_^ That's really awesome of you to say! I really think you're amazing too. ))Matching the girl's attitude, Eileen rolled her eyes, incredibly displeased with the way this conversation was turning out. All of these supernaturals were grating on her last nerve and she was ready to just end them all now, turn them into ashes where they stood. In truth, Eileen didn't have any care on what this girl had been through. There were so many people that suffered nowadays - like Eileen herself - that she was beginning to see the bad side of it all. Who cares whether someone died from this girl or whether her parents would go to hell for eternity? Certainly not Eileen; the girl would have to be an idiot to believe that. At her words, Eileen simply rolled her eyes again. "Good. You can watch your own ass then." Honestly, Eileen was as sick of being a protector as this girl was of being protected.
((Yeah Although I really hope my other character would be approved so I can use him... you know to comfort Eileen... Lol! ))
Izrael had been looking for his Fiona all they. She's been hiding from him more than a week now. Although some of his followers has been checking up on her very now and then. He was getting worried of his human and he would rather have her close to him all the time, which includes having to suffer constant whining or a curse or two flying his way. He is infatuated with her rareness and ability to care for her parents so much she'd rather learn to fight hand to hand combat than see her parent's soul suffer in hell. He would try and salvage their soul from it, though being known as a Georges they'd be deep in the middle of the pit to be taken out unnoticed. It was his duty to bring souls to heaven still although he had left his choir up there to do his bidding in this earth. Or in any care Fiona would die he'd be there to collect her soul and restore her body to be his vassal on earth. Don't get him wrong of changing vassals for his vassal now is ever as dependable for the last ten years. But if Fiona is his vassal he'd be much more at ease on controlling his gift with death rather than his vassal of the moment. And with his eds thoughts he landed on the steps of the library with a gash of wind and the soft fluttering of his majestic white wings.
After the conversation with the girl, Eileen had hoped for nothing more than the brisk silence of the library. However, it appeared that her wish would not be granted after all. Eyes catching on the form of one of her many superiors, a soft sigh escaped Eileen's pursed lips. She'd come to the library for two reasons: to be in peace and to look for her partner, Remus. She hadn't come here for confrontation. That, however, seemed as all the day had in store for the mosaic angel. Of course nothing could go right for her. When did it ever?
((Do you mind if I bring in Drakonnan? He's a bit lonely.))
((I wouldn't have a problem with it ^_^ Woot! Par-tay!
((I like Eileen, but I believe she's crushing on Henry?))
((Pahaha, nope XD Orianna's got the crush on Henry. Eileen's totally free, but good luck with that one. It'll take a lot of effort to get to that level with her.))
((Well, go ahead and have at it. I don't mind at all :) ))
