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Bael's eyes dulled again. The prospect of another like herself or rather as old as herself to talk to had vanished when the 'old man' left. She looked at the other demons. Bethelimos was nice and Enola...well she acted like she figured she should. Even if it was a bit bratty. But she was a child. She shook her head and let her wings hang listless. "Well then..." she looked to the mad demon and smiled. She was entertaining. "Will one of you follow him or try to? He's almost as old as I and he is tricky." She wondered what to do with herself now. If maybe she should find Lucifer or if she should find Cearbhall.
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A glint flickered into Bethelimos' eyes at the suggestion.
"Perhaps, I don't know anything about him, having entered at the end of your conversation...I want to know more about this mission of his." As he spoke, he could feel the nails on his fingers elongating by a bare minimal. It was precaution, preparing his special weapons for the possibility of a fight. But for a brief moment, Bethelimos really did look like the demon he was meant to be. |
Kella pursed her lips and clenched her teeth. "Well," she whispered to herself. "At least he's not dead... yet..." Huffing, Kella turned away from the door and walked in a circle, breathing deeply and shaking her head. Her annoyance dissipated slightly and she walked back up to the door. "Master Fintan," she called through the thick door. "If you would please speed it up, or I am afraid I will be forced to drag you to the castle and back to my superiors. I imagine they are getting into quite a tizzy over your well being."
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"I'm sososososooooo sorry!" Fintan blurted out as he rushed out of his room, nearly tripping over his own feet, and into the hallway where the annoyed guard stood. "I'm really sorry...I normally never wake up late. Then naturally, the day something important has arose, I sleep in." Fintan stated before the woman could say anything.
"I'm Fintan by the way." Fintain said with a smile on his face. "It's nice to meet you...err, well, I don't know your name, but it's nice to meet you all the same. What would your name be?" he asked, cocking he head slightly to the side. |
Okay. The boy was endearing, he had that going for him. Kella relaxed, releasing the tight grip on her sword, her wings curving more naturally and losing their stiffness. "You are forgiven... sir." Standing straight, Kella bowed slightly. Looking up, she stated, "My name is Kella. I have been assigned to protect you. Apparently, some demons want you dead." Kella raised an eyebrow and tilted her head to the side. She wasn't going to probe the boy about why he had demon scum going after him, she was here to do a job. Kella relaxed her stance and half smiled at Fintan. "Shall we get going? What's so important for you today, anyway?"
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Well, so far, this Kella, seemed to be a pleasant person. Very straight-forward and to the point. He didn't mind this. It made his life alot easier by not having to ask questions constantly. "I need...protection? That doesn't sound good at all." he said with a worried look on his face. "But anyways, we should probably get going. I'm not sure what's important, as I've forgotten" he said with a chuckle then blushed. He was ashamed that he'd forgotten what was so important that day..
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Kella blushed. Shoot. She'd gone and opened her big mouth. Well, it wasn't like she'd been told NOT to say anything. "Um, well..." she stammered. "We should be on our way. I imagine we will both be filled in more completely about this situation once I get you back to my superiors."
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"Ah, yes. We probably should be on our way now, shouldn't we?" Fintan said with a small laugh. "But, where is this place? I can honestly say, I've never really ventured far.."
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Mala let out a yawn, becoming bored by the situation. She scuttled up and down the rafter like a mouse and then swooped away from it, gliding on the air currents down the hall. She barely caught the woman's request as she glided away. It was of no concern to her. He was a rather unremarkable old man and there were sooo many more things of interest. She came to perch upon a lightpole, landing daintily at the top and crouching to distribute her weight more evenly. From the corner of her eye she spotted a young man who was quite out of place. She had never seen him before and she kept good account of the demons of the realm. They had so many fascinating talents. She had grown to know some of them through her skills in dream walking, although it was hard to differentiate what was truth and what was merely her subconscious playing tricks on her. She spun down the pole and landed with her feet against base, leaning outward, still grasping the pole with one hand. She took the hat from atop her head and bowed.
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((Just keep going without me guys. I've got RL stuff going on. Hopefully I'll be able to read over everything and post soon.))
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Looking up from where he was sitting he waves, "Hey." Was I followed he thought? He could have sworn no one was around when... No, she must have just gotten here. Damn my bad luck! "What's up?" Just have to play along. If I'm lucky they'll forget I'm here. But if Bael see's me like this, nah she shouldn't recognize me as the old man. She might connect the dots though. He gets up slowly and bows to her.
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Bael nodded to Bethelimos. "Well then do as you wish. If that angel dies here though we are held responsible." She folded her hands in front of her again and then looked over her shoulder. She needed to find the great warrior. Cearbhall was sending out demons to find something. It was what Lucifer had told her last night during their little stroll. She bowed her head and smiled. "I will be around if you need me." She bowed to them and then turned to wonder where she should go to find the demon she was looking for.
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He frowned slightly at the thought.
"I don't like the idea of being punished by Cearbhall for such a death. I'll make sure the angel lives then." Bethelimos bowed his head in farewell to Bael. Silently thanking the human's for creating a coat with such a large hood, Bethelimos drew it up around his bright coloured hair, completely concealing his face. At the same time his form almost seemed to flicker slightly. It was simple really, most all demons should be able to do it, to make themselves slightly less noticable to others. Once he'd done that, and only after he had, did Bethelimos begin after the angel. But as he rounded the corner, he only saw a young man and another demon. |
((Quick question, does he have angel wings or does he look like a normal human? Or does he look like a demon? It didn't really specify in your profile. ^-^))
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((He has no wings in either form. He looks like a normal person. Why does an angel have to have wings? =P))
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((Bael only has wings because well...she was one of the firsts *shrugs* C: ))
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She twirled around the light pole once and hopped off, cocking her head to the side and grinning widely at him. "One could say I was just up." Her dark eyes passed over his figure from the tips of his short dark hair to the bottom of his shoes, taking in his appearance. "New here, aren't you?" she questioned, a smirk on the edges of her lips. She had a talent for recognizing people and even with the many demons that passed through this part of the realm, when you had nothing better to do than watch them, you came to recognize the regular visitors. He was not one of them. "From elsewhere, I imagine?" She carefully placed the pinstriped top hat back onto her head, which was still tilted slightly sideways. |
Looking at her he responds carefully, "Yes, I haven't been here long." Gripping his weapon tightly he takes stock of her nonchallant attitude. "I'm meerly on my way to look for some things to buy. Nothing special." Brushing his black hair back he notices a dark shadow in the distance. I wonder what he is up too...
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((no I'm still here but!! I don't know what to do lol))
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She spreads her arms out and gestures around them.
"It's a big place, perhaps you could use some help finding what you need? I am familiar with the place. I could give you a hand." She smiled warmly at the stranger, but raised an eyebrow at the way he clung to his weapon. "Expecting hostile shoppers, are we?" she inquired, gesturing to his tensed position. ((Sorry for the delay. New computer and lots of reinstalling stuff.)) |
Demons just keep getting weirder and weirder. First time down here and they want to help me! Sighing inwardly he tries to think some way out of this. This isn't at all what I expected. I guess I just saw more brimstone and fire and violent acts going on. Why do they all act so... normal? Coloring slightly at this mess he can't find a way out of he answers "I uh.. sure. I guess I could use some uh, new clothes to uh... blend in? Y'know... not stand out?" He finishes lamely.
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She chuckles, an amused grin across her face.
"Not stand out? Amongst us? You must be one of the older ones then. Most young ones want nothing more than to stand out. All teeth and frothing foam. What a mess. I say, nothing wrong with blending in." She looped an arm through his and tugged him forward, into the fray of people bustling about. Most, upon seeing her, scuttled away and gave the new man wide eyed looks that could have been a mix of pity and something else. She swept the others aside carefully with her long feathered arms. "Come along then. You'll get some good prices today, shopping with me." She smiled toothily and leaned in towards him. "People give me a wide berth," she said with a nod, followed by a wicked grin. "Points if you can guess why." |
"I agree, blending in causes less... complications." Studying her intently for a few breaths he can only assume whatever they are afraid of her for must be combat or influence related. Gathering up some courage and thinking more clearly he replies, "I would have to say its your station. If not that you must be a tremenous combatant." At the same time he thinks, [COLOR="indigo"]Why is she so nice? Does she know and she's planning something?COLOR]
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She gives him an exaggerated pout.
"Awww, no points for you I guess. I'm neither high in station or some grand general on the field, although I can certainly hold my own." Her expression immediately switched to a toothy grin and she leaned dangerously close to his face. "People think I'm crazy," she said in an almost sing-song voice, accompanied by her wicked grin. She pulled away, gave him a wink, and continued trotting along, her eyes peeled for a good shop while smiling nonchalantly at the crowd, who averted gazes. "Can't imagine why." |
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