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Post by Trist on Feb 12, 2009 12:28:30 GMT -5
Time: After awakening...
Trist's first track of the city led him to an abandoned church where he decided to take refuge from the unknown streets that surrounded him.
He walked in and took a seat in a pew. His eyes stayed locked on a deformed and decimated statue of Christ. His body was lifeless as his mind began to wander as to the reasoning of all this.
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Post by Nusha on Feb 15, 2009 11:07:05 GMT -5
Sitting in the back, dark corner of the church, Eminor stared at the newcomer. She looked at a porcelain vase next to her. She casually whacked it, causing it to fall down with a crash. She waited for the man to notice her.
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Post by Trist on Feb 15, 2009 21:23:34 GMT -5
Trist glanced back...noticing a shadow, he squinted a bit. He then got up and begun to methodically pace towards said shadow.
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Post by sacredrapture on Feb 16, 2009 1:30:03 GMT -5
Pebbles crunched softly as Myzrael made his way to the derelict Church. He would refrain from flying for now, to not attract too much attention. This was a foreign town, after all, and he wouldn’t want to startle people with his wings, still ethereal at this point. ‘Or would he?’ he thought with a wry smile.
He passed a couple of broken down cars, a swing rusted on its hinges, and a couple of trees devoid of leaves. ‘This town is dark, dank, and depressing’ thought Myzrael. ‘What have these mortals done with it?’
The Church grew ever closer, and loomed over the dark angel. It didn’t have quite any stark contrast to its surroundings . It was gray, blackened with dirt, and was a decrepit looking Church. Its windows were broken, its stone architecture slowly crumbling. Myzrael stopped. He sensed beings nearby, inside the Church. His wings formed, and he took flight. He descended slowly on the roof of the Church, and positioned himself near one of the broken patches of tiles.
Peering down, he saw a girl hiding in the shadows at the back, and a man sitting on a pew in the front row. The girl was human, but the man.. Myzrael could not put his finger on exactly WHAT he was. A sudden movement by the girl and a vase came crashing on the floor. The ‘Man’ turned at the sound, and started walking towards the girl. Myzrael watched.
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Post by citizenmike on Feb 16, 2009 11:35:31 GMT -5
Veronica lit another cigarette. The sight of the feather suddenly crumbling from Johnny's soft touch scared her... She didn't want to go inside just yet.
“You know its been awhile since I walked into one of these places”, Johnny said.
“How long has it been for you?”, Veronica asked as she took a seat on the church steps.
“Ten years... Maybe fifteen...”
“That is awhile.” Veronica said as she pulled the cigarette away from her lips and exhaled. “I made it a point to every week if I could.”
“Really? You never got bored?”
“Of course I did. But I don't know, maybe it was the way I was raised that kept me coming back. I figure I'd just go... You know? Keeping myself in God's good graces.”
“So you felt obligated to return week after week?”
“If you want to put it that way...” Veronica shrugged.
<***>
Johnny was giving her time; letting her relax. He could tell the way that feather just evaporated on him freaked her out.
He was surprised at how calm he was.
What I don't know can't kill me. He told himself...
Wherever they were and whatever that feather was, he reckoned he didn't know enough of it to freak him out... A place like this... A place so alien... It could be something that happens everyday.
It happens everyday, He told himself... Happens every single day. Somewhere, in some part of town, its happening right now. Right this very second.
Johnny veered towards the side of the church and saw something perched on top... It looked like some kind of gargoyle from where he was, but it was moving.
Johnny walked to the side of the church.
“Veronica, you have to see this...”
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Post by sacredrapture on Feb 16, 2009 11:50:20 GMT -5
A sound of crunching leaves erupted behind Myzrael, on the ground.
He turned, and saw a man staring up at him from below.
Myzrael smiled inwardly. The shocked face of his was no surprise. Typically mortals have that reaction when they see him in his angelic form. 'Or demonic form', he mused.
He jumped off the roof, and glided slowly down to where the man was standing. His wings folded as he landed gracefully on the ground with barely a sound.
Myzrael sensed no hostility from the man, but something else. He felt pain emanating from this human, and something very close to sin. As Myzrael was exploring these emotions flooding his senses, his eyes met the mans.
A cold wind blew from behind the angel.
'I am the dark angel Myzrael. And you are?'
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Post by citizenmike on Feb 16, 2009 11:57:30 GMT -5
Johnny wanted to reach for Veronica's cigarette and take a really long drag.
Its an angel.
And it was so close; just staring at him right in the eyes... It was freaky. Something inside him knew that it sensed something... Something he didn't know.
“I'm... I'm...”, He stuttered. “I'm Johnny.”
Johnny extended his hand for a handshake... What do you do when you meet an angel... What do you say?
Veronica came from behind and stopped. Stunned, she was at the sight of the angel, she fainted.
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Post by sacredrapture on Feb 16, 2009 12:13:09 GMT -5
Myzrael looked down at the outstretched hand, and ignored it.
A woman came from behind the man, and fainted.
As she fell, Myzrael pointed at the woman. She hung in the air for a moment, before descending to land softly on a pile of leaves.
'Well Johnny..' Myzrael said as he returned his hand to his side. 'Smoking does that to people.' He said with a smirk.
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Post by citizenmike on Feb 16, 2009 12:24:28 GMT -5
He's got a sense of humor to him... I'll give him that, Johnny told himself.
Johnny turned away from Myzrael and knelt before Veronica, and cupped the back of her head in his hands. He was almost cradling her.
"Thanks for the soft landing..."
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Post by sacredrapture on Feb 16, 2009 12:30:00 GMT -5
Myzrael turned away. This man..
'Is there anything you regret?'
The sun was shining through the breaks in the foliage. It felt good on his wings.
'Regret is something we can never learn from in this world. It is a sickness, a plague.. A bane to our present happiness. It stems from our past actions, and inactions. It eats at us from within, clawing its way to the surface.'
Myzrael willed Johnny to meet eyes with him. 'He is afraid.' thought Myzrael. 'And he is a sinner. he will repent, one way or another. they always do'.
'Answer me, mortal'.
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Post by citizenmike on Feb 16, 2009 12:38:16 GMT -5
Myzreal's word stung Johnny hard and he couldn't understand why.
"I don't know," He replied to him. "But I feel like I do."
Johnny turned away from Myzreal. His eyes were too piercing; almost as if they wanted to know everything right then and there when he didn't even know the answers himself.
Johnny looked back down at Veronica... Granted, its been barely a couple hours, he liked having her around. In her eyes, he heard a scream. A heartbreaking scream that cried out for mercy and cried out for the end. The scream stuck him hard in his eyes. Johnny leaned before Veronica; he was feeling the same pain he felt earlier that day...
Johnny rolled away from Veronica and screamed.
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Post by Trist on Feb 16, 2009 16:19:51 GMT -5
Trist grew closer to the shadow and came upon it to find it wasnt an it at all...it was a person. He spoke gentle as not to alarm. She had been the first person he had seen all day.
"And you might be?" his voice trailed off awaiting a response. He relaxed but kept his keen senses on high.
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Post by Nusha on Feb 16, 2009 16:28:09 GMT -5
Eminor sat on the back of a pew, waiting for Trist to come. ''Can you walk any slower?'' she said rudely. She got up and walked over to him. ''Who're you?'' she asked flatly.
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Post by Trist on Feb 16, 2009 16:31:40 GMT -5
"you have quite a mouth on you, dont you. well no use keeping a secret, i am Trist."
he looked deep into her eyes...arousal, confusion, anger...all valid emotions at his despense...none of which brought answers.
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Post by Nusha on Feb 16, 2009 16:38:06 GMT -5
''Tch, alright. I'm Eminor. Say it right or don't say it at all. Where did you come from?'' she said, walking past him to the door.
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