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Post by cyansky on Oct 6, 2009 20:00:36 GMT -5
Asri smiled at her, before he knelt down, and closed his eyes, as his wings materialized on his back, unlike in the bloody process that the other angel's wings needed. His wingspan wasn't enormous by angel standards, but it was large enough to warrant him to be careful.
Still, they were very beautiful, being a light blue in colour, crystalline in composition and texture, and glowing lightly. Within them was a special magic called 'Luisine's Light,' which gave Asri most of his angelic properties, as well as the ability of their feathers to enhance any medication.
When they were out, Asri opened his eyes and leapt up, using his jump to help provide the lift needed for a vertical take off. He spun and wove his wings carefully as he shot up above the buildings, so that they just avoided the obstacles that might have broken them... well... that was their only flaw, really. Asri's health was so fragile and his curse so strong that it even affected his wings. While they preserved their endurance, they became much easier to break when hit by hard obstacles.
Asri lowered his altitude until he was hovering in front of her. In a way, he was glad to her her speak. While the sound of her voice wasn't the most pleasant in the world, he appreciated it more than having her speak in his head.
"I suppose," he said, "wait a minute... so your voice doesn't affect angels?"
He flat out knew that he was stating the obvious, but he had to make sure... because even if he wasn't really from Heaven... for some reason... he wasn't dead. Was it because Luisine's angels resembled Heaven's angels this closely? If that was the case, it was no wonder that it was so easy for him to pass himself off as one of Heaven's angels...
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Post by Selice on Oct 6, 2009 21:06:41 GMT -5
"My voice is only fatal to mortals. Well, humans anyway." Selice said softly fluttering around Asri. She watched him as he flew beside her, and she marveled at his beautiful wings. Unlike her, they were a lovely crystal-esque material, while hers were dull and simple like common crow wings. "Now if I were to touch you on the other hand, you would most certainly die, therefore I must get my hands on a pair of gloves when we reach the store. I don't want any more corpses on my hands. I see more than enough death in a day with the souls I collect" she said darkly.
Selice floated around for a few moments, stretching out her sore wings and getting the muscles used to flying after months of inactivity.
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Post by cyansky on Oct 6, 2009 22:06:22 GMT -5
Asri nodded, applying hand sanitizer all over again as he watched her fly around. He mostly hovered in the same place, watching her fly around and test her wings, while he was hovering. Thankfully he had gotten some practice a few days ago with Syl when it came to flying, so he wasn't that out of shape.
"I understand," he said, "and quite frankly, I prefer the sound of your voice spoken outloud than in my head... but I can relate to your situation of accidently killing people. My occupation in Heaven is as dangerous as fighting on the front lines of a demonic invasion, and to say the least, it's the type of work where one wrong word can mean death by decapitation, horrible magics or just plain getting your head blown off. And that's added to the fact that I may accidently cause... um... other damages by accident... Quite unpleasant..."
He lowered his head, in front of her, bowing briefly in the air.
"My name is Asarek Sazsaroziel, by the way," he said, "although most call me 'Asri' for short."
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Post by Tommy Tyrant on Oct 6, 2009 22:24:25 GMT -5
In a puff of purple smoke and blazingly bright confetti Tommy pops out with the sound of party whistles. Smiling widely at the two people before him, both of which had a beauty to Tommy which he enjoyed being in the presence of. "Little bo wowble, bumble boo! I'm Tommy Tyrant nice to meet you" Tommy sang to the two, "Hop and jump the cherry pole? What you say I buy you some? What's your name bitch where you from?" Tommy was slowly spinning around lost in thought for singing to his new potential friends.
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Post by Selice on Oct 6, 2009 22:24:31 GMT -5
Selice gave Asri her own bow, a ring of silver light glowing about her head like flames. "I am Seliceia, otherwise known as Selice, angel of Death and Silence. Guardian of the Highest Plane" she said softly. It had been ages since she had used her official title and in all honesty it felt good. "A pleasure to meet you Asri" she said with a warm smile. Selice hovered in front of Asri, her eyes closed and a content smile on her face. She was enjoying the cool breeze of the open air that blew against her face and mussed up her hair. "ahhh the simple things in life" she said with a giggle.
She watched in interest as another being popped up in the middle of there conversation. She was slightly taken aback by his calling her a bitch, but she had endured much, much worse than that. She had to say, she was curious about this new comer. Selice flew around Tommy, almost as if she was inspecting him. "What on earth are you? if you don't mind me asking" she said softly. It seemed slightly rude to just ask what something was, but these days she had no idea what was a daemon or just some psycho magician that hit his head a few too many times.
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Post by Tommy Tyrant on Oct 7, 2009 0:49:37 GMT -5
Tommy held out his arms, in a way allowing or encouraging the inspection of the stranger, "I, am the wonderfully fantastic, marvellous, monstrous Tommy Tyrant. THE WICKED CLOWN!" Cackling in a high pitched screechshaking the air around the them.
Tommy dropped his arms to his sides and marched around both the strangers, stooping low then pullin himself back out as he looked deep into them, examining their very fibres of existence. "I, as awe-inspiring as I am have no idea what you are I'm afraid." Grinning widely, "Do you mind putting the flip round back side upside down on that question and tell me what you two lovelies are?"
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Post by cyansky on Oct 7, 2009 6:46:00 GMT -5
Asri, acting on instinct, spun away from the clown in the air, landing gracefully on a nearby roof. Ignoring him, and suppressing the urge to summon some blood demons to slaughter him. What he didn't tell Selice was that Asri had an almost pathological hatred of clowns. Not since what the last one he ran into... did to him. It made him almost ashamed to call himself one of the top lawyers in Heaven... the last one was a Fallen so insane that he had become a nightmare in and of himself... a Wicked Clown... Ever since that incident, clowns tended to be the higher on the blood demons' prioritity list to be slaughtered.
Completely ignoring the clown, who had so eloquently introduced himself as 'Tommy Tyrant,' Asri willed himself to temporary muteness. His wings still out, he out out a miniature blade sharpener out of his bag, as well as an extremely sharp surgeon's scalpel. With no hesitation, Asri began sharpening it, causing a rather horrible sound that echoed throughout the street. So absorbed in his attempt, that he managed to supress that urge to slaughter him and laugh sadistically as he saw his entrails spill to the ground, to see him in all the pain that that Fallen had put him through.
Clowns... one of the few people that Asri actually enjoyed slaughtering. In a diabolical twist, he often used them as the initial vehicles of spreading zombie plagues across the world, when Kiel asked him to... if it was a necessary end to an unessary evil.
Yet, he knew that needless killing would not benefit him in Animus, so he restrained himself from it. Barely.
Asri didn't take his eyes off of the scalpel as he worked, but unbenownst to him, he accidently whispered some inauble phrases in the demonic language of his blood demons, not understadable and most likely not heard by the other two in front of him.
"Once stricken, thrice cursed."
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Post by Selice on Oct 7, 2009 7:13:49 GMT -5
Selice watched as Asri landed on a nearby building. Her gut instinct told her to fly away from this dark creature, but she was curious. "we are both angels" she said softly. Thankfully this soul was deceased, so her voice would have no affect on him. Selice continued her examination of him. She had seen much in her long years of life, but this was the first time she had encountered a being such as this. The fight to over come her urge to reach out and touch his face was overwhelming. She wanted to fell it, wanted to know more about this creature, but sadly it could not happen.
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Post by cyansky on Oct 7, 2009 17:01:14 GMT -5
Asri paid little heed to Selice's whispering; he had to control himself. Adjusting the blade sharpener carefully, he continued to sharpen the scalpel, albeit with less noise than before.
He knew that the other angel was curious about him, and especially that they were 'same species' - angels - even if she didn't know the truth. Asri wasn't one of god's angels. He was a damn good imitator of one though, and had an uncanny resemblance to them in terms of appearance and physiology. Still, he was curious of this mysterious woman of well, and while he was aware of why she called herself the Angel of Silence, due to the power of her voice, he gave no credit to her being the Angel of Death. That title was a trifle to him. The only true Angel of Death to Asri was Azrael, one of his more frequent employers.
Yet... Asri was curious... what would she do if she found out what he was really capable of? What would she do if she found out his own title?
The Angel of Plagues.
The Angel of Plagues and the Angel of Silence... a match made in Heaven, no?
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Post by Tommy Tyrant on Oct 7, 2009 18:34:45 GMT -5
Tommy knew about angels but depending on your religion they varied in appearences and mental states of mind. Nontheless Tommy was happy to have found two new additions to his growing list of 'friends', well it was more of a label most of his encounters left with people hating him more than they initially thought. Well at least you're on their minds.. Tommy smiled at the thought.
"PANCAKES!" Tommy screamed out, "I just realised that I had interrupted whatever you dumplings were chin-wagging about, please dont let me interrupt you.. But you must, I repeat MUST include me it's not very nice being a third wheel. Although tricycles are quite fun.." Tommy shot a seductive glare at the Angel who had been silent most of the time he had been here, I wonder if he was one of them Clownaphobics, Tommy licked his lips and saw he had been sharpening a scalpel all the time Tommy had been rambling. Deciding to pull out his own hatchet and start picking his teeth with it. "So my darlings, what why and where are we going?... Yes, we.."
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Post by Selice on Oct 7, 2009 20:48:38 GMT -5
Selice looked at Asri, then back at Tommy. "well we were on our way to a thrift shop to pick me up some decent threads. Thats about it. And I need to get an idea where everything is in Animus. I'm new here you see" she said softly.
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Post by Tommy Tyrant on Oct 7, 2009 20:54:56 GMT -5
Tommy's eyes opened wide at this, "Then look no further my yorkshire pudding! Tommy the Tyrannical clown shall be your new love guide!" Laughing triumphantly, Tommy couldn't believe it now his new frinds had no CHOICE but to be with him!
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Post by cyansky on Oct 8, 2009 6:23:20 GMT -5
Asri glared at Tommy, as he continued to sharpen the scalpel. However, once the scalpel was sharp enough, he saw no point in continuing. Quite frankly, he felt insulted when Tyrant had the nerve to impress himself upon them with no reason other than to have ‘friends.’ Asri was open to friendship, but he found Tyrant to be just flat out annoying. Syl’s behaviour was excusable (even enjoyable) because of its child-like and innocent nature… this man… Asri that he was by no means innocent. Child-like, yes, but not innocent. Wicked Clowns never were.
“How desperate are you for friends, Tyrant?” asked Asri, “if you want friends that badly, it would do you better if you asked politely to join us rather than rudely impress yourself upon us and force us to conform to your whims. As they say, if you want a friend, be a friend, and stop wasting our time with your antics.”
His voice was impassive, being neither friendly nor condescending, but he hoped that it got the message across. Asri wasn’t eager to spend with Tyrant, but there was no way that he was going to leave Selice alone with a despicable being such as him.
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Post by Tommy Tyrant on Oct 8, 2009 19:34:39 GMT -5
“How desperate are you for friends, Tyrant? If you want friends that badly, it would do you better if you asked politely to join us rather than rudely impress yourself upon us and force us to conform to your whims. As they say, if you want a friend, be a friend, and stop wasting our time with your antics.”
Tommy stopped laughing and glared menacingly at the impudent attempting to tell him what to do and how to go about doing it. "Who in hell says something as stupid as that?" Tommy started giggling before continuing "Also, the people I choose as friends are select individuals, it is a priviledge to be my friend not a right. And you sir, have just lost that priviledge." Tommy took his hatchet, pointing it at him then viciously tracing it across his own forehead. Crimson blood trickling down past his eye and down his face. "There, now you have no place in my mind so if you'll excuse us my new friend and I have things to do places to go. Goodbye, ciao, sionara, FUCK OFF!" Going to grab the nicer Angel's arm to follow him down the opposite direction down the street.
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Post by Selice on Oct 9, 2009 5:28:03 GMT -5
"you will NOT touch me" selice said softly. Touching was a very bad idea. She had this thing about personal space and what if he had accidentally grabbed her hand? then what...he'd have been dead. Selice flew off toward Asri, slightly terrified of the clown now.
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