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Post by Angeni on Apr 6, 2009 20:32:59 GMT -6
Angeni glances at Hailey again covertly, hiding it by looking down at her hands and Bardiel's.
"Such a strange world... isn't it." She looks up at Bardiel again, studying him. She smiles softly "Nothing ever goes as expected..."
Angeni looks around at the bookshop and then sighs, looking weary again, her shoulders slumping and head falling forward.
"Well, there's no time like the present and I think the bookstore is about to close for the night. We should go and talk while we walk. I think I've been in one place too long already."
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Post by Bardiel on Apr 7, 2009 2:45:23 GMT -6
Bardiel nods in understanding before breaking into another Cheshire grin “Well I say the present is the wrong time, whatever it is that should have been done should have been done in the past. By the time we remember to act we’re already too late.” Bardiel looks down at Angeni then at Hailey “Then again, I’m just paranoid.”
He begins toward the door, Angeni in tow, but suddenly halts mid step. The fallen looks up at the ceiling with a puzzled expression written on his face. “You know Inanna, I think I’ve forgotten something just now.” One of his legs remains suspended in the air, poised to take a step and the mussels in his hand tensed. “What was it..?”
Realization dawned and Bardiel relaxed groaning. "I forgot; I don’t know where we’re going or where we are. Looks like you’ll have to lead the way lassie.”
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Post by Angeni on Apr 10, 2009 17:40:51 GMT -6
Angeni chuckles tugging him forward, shaking her head.
"At least you have a sense of humor. And it might surprise you to know that I always know where I'm going," she says as she pushes open the door for him. "I just don't know how to get there most of the time."
Angeni turns her face out towards the night looking left and right and even up at the sky. She sighs, "Looks clear..."
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Post by Bardiel on Apr 14, 2009 0:27:51 GMT -6
“Well if there’s something I want to avoid I’d rather know exactly where it is.” Bardiel looks back into the bookstore then outside, a look perhaps not as nonchalant as it appeared. He shifts board his wings into what could only be described as a more coiled, uncomfortable position.
“You seem a little wary Inanna.” The fallen remarks snidely as he looks down at the Pe’Ri beside him. “You know when I was cleaner they made quite an impressive case in concern to your… acquirement.” He smiles broadly to himself “Yes, I do believe that “acquire” was the exact word used,” he sighs nostalgically “Good times.” With that Bardiel steps confidently through the offered doorway.
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Post by Narrator on Apr 20, 2009 12:35:58 GMT -6
The wind is cold and the rain stings like little needles as they step out into the dark night. Cars make waves of water as they pass by almost hitting the Pe'Ri and Fallen with icy, dirty water on the broad city sidewalk. People inside leave the book store rushing by to get to their cars, apartments, anywhere else than the cold, wet streets.
Haliey waves at them as she locks the door of the book store and lowers the shutters to the glass windows. Soon after the neon sign on the building goes dark and all that is left of the light is from the city streetlights providing weak glow into the bleary, dank darkness.
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Post by Angeni on May 1, 2009 2:45:29 GMT -6
Angeni looks up at Bardiel, and can't quite help but smile. "Acquire hmm... as though I were a pretty vase. I don't see or smell any angels- but the rain hides them just like it hides me." She turns left out of the bookstore and laughs softly.
"Come on down the sinister way. It's the path to hell." She pauses at a corner to let a car pass. "Where I cannot not go to search for my sister. But you can."
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Post by Bardiel on May 1, 2009 6:52:47 GMT -6
“Come now, you give me credit where credit's due.” The fallen trudged behind Angeni, with one wing raised against the buffing rain. Bardiel swayed in the wind as he waited at the corner, unflinching as the spray from a speeding car kicked up into his face. The running water cleared some of the grime from his golden face, but no amount water could clean off Bardiel’s small, knowing smile.
“When the time permits, you should give me your hand, so that when I find your sister, I’ll know where you are.” His mouth twitched. “And beside you wouldn’t have me looking around underworld on a Caucus race if you find her, would you?”
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Post by Angeni on May 28, 2009 21:24:03 GMT -6
Angeni's chuckle turns a little grim but she reaches out a hand to Bardiel never the less.
"You're right. It wouldn't do at all to have you chasing your feathers around in circles down there if I can find her up here." She uses her grip on him to try and pull him across the street as the light changes. She keeps a fast pace for someone so small.
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Post by Bardiel on May 30, 2009 21:12:56 GMT -6
Bardiel gleams childishly as he takes the offered hand, smeared golden features reflecting the sparse and oily light given by the sullen street lamps. His grey hair is already plastered from the rain, and the droplets of fallen water run off his armoured body carrying dancing particles of scum.
The pit-pat of the rain against the road gives way to a steady drum as the Fallen brings up both wings in a makeshift shelter above himself and Angeni, the runoff splattering about there feet. He gives a gentlemanly nod of the head to the comparatively diminutive Pe’Ri; the effect substantially lessoned by the tugging corners of his mouth.
They would have crossed the street in silence if not for the rain. When they passed the verge from ashfelt to walkway Bardiel planted his feet firmly under the eave of a dreary building and expertly spun Angeni around to face him. As if she were his partner in a dance, the solid grip on his black hands making the twirl both natural and graceful. He opens his mouth as if to speak.
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Post by Angeni on Jun 2, 2009 17:53:03 GMT -6
Angeni completes the twirl with effortless grace, going up on her toes. She lands like one too- poised and elegant. Her head tilts to the side and she raises an eyebrow, smiling openly.
"Yes?"
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Post by Bardiel on Jun 2, 2009 20:49:55 GMT -6
“Friend Inanna, you’re not taking me literally enough, if I’m to act as your right hand in this…” The tall Fallen clasped Angeni’s hand in both of his, relentlessly keeping her in place, the smile gone. “This way you could be my saving grace,” A thick chain appeared between their hands which ran up around the fallen angel’s neck. “If it is your wish I’d make this covenant with you; I’ll be your guardian angel,” he barks a short laugh “but in return you’ll be bound to me,” his eyes hidden by shadow betrayed nothing, but he added in a surprisingly meek voice for one so tall “I hope your soul is strong.”
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Post by Narrator on Jun 2, 2009 23:41:18 GMT -6
The rain continues to pour into the streets as the two come to the end of the block. The care free moment is shadowed by the feelings of hateful eyes peering at them from secluded hideaways. The alley to the dark realm looms in the darkness as the reflections of the street lamps are gobbled up by darkness to echo the path to the underworld. Another unworthy soul is dragged into the shadowy maw of the alleyway by the gleeful Hydencek as it kicks and screams in fear of it's pending fate in perfect harmony of the chanting steely monsters that drag it away to their master beyond the gates of hell.
The rushing water in the gutters is full of dirty swill as it too pours into the drain before the portals resting place. Its appearance is as if it too was damned and gurgles loudly like it too were being dragged into the realm of no return.
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Post by Angeni on Jun 3, 2009 2:30:06 GMT -6
Angeni looks at Bardiel and her eyes narrow. She straightens slowly and raises her chin. As she does so layers of illusion peel away only for Bardiel.
She stands tall in front of the Fallen though she will never match his height. Her bright white wings are half folded behind her, pale fur catching rain drops. Her ears prick forward and then swivel a little as she listens. But her eyes change the most, the luminous yellow green deepening as she looks at him, time and wisdom filling them up. But her smile stays.
"Really, my friend, do you think I am so frail? Have no fear."
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Post by Bardiel on Jun 3, 2009 7:46:53 GMT -6
Bardiel flinches; his eyes drawing wide, rolling and startled. In his mind he could see creeping tendrils snake their way from hell’s beckoning portal and into his head, drilling through his skull to lick behind his retina. He vigorously shakes his head back and forward and the probing fingers smear across his vision like oil being stirred into water.
Bardiel’s lips part and twist upward as Angeni reviles her true self to him, the caked illusion of a mortal woman falling off her like mud in the rain. But the Fallen’s gaze is drawn over her shoulder where it feverously hunts for enthral, wisp like coils that seemed to plague the corners of his perception. “I fear,” Bardiel began “If for no one other then myself.”
He tuned his head back to Angeni’s face, a small part of it jumped out at him, laughing and mocking his feebleness as it eternally scarred him. He blinked again and Angeni was covered in flesh eating maggots that swam through her skin, tunnelled into her ancient eyes. His own face twitched. At least she no longer appeared mocking.
“No, you are strong, very strong, like an army slaying sword,” Bardiel tightened his grip, pressed her hands close together so that she could feel sharp corners digging into her skin. “I don’t need a sword, I need a shield. As for what you need… Is it freedom?” the object Bardiel was forcing into Angeni’s hand began to grow hot, then searing as smoke began to rise from between Angeni’s figures. He held on grimly as the smell of singed fur and burning skin filled his nostrils.
The object became white hot in their hands; pain shooting up Bardiel’s arm and splashing over him as if had submerged his self in artic water. The shock chased away his waking nightmares, fictitious maggots and mocking laughter burning away. He released her right hand, his crucifix falling heavily against his chest with a clang. “I’ll let you keep that hand for the time being, while I search for your sister,” his smile never faltered even for a second.
Intricate Celtic patterns, where the crucifix had burnt Angeni’s palm slowly began to fade away as if they had never been. Bardiel spoke again in his childish voice “Don’t be too long to summon me; I look forward to hearing another of your stories.”
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Post by Angeni on Jun 5, 2009 0:36:05 GMT -6
Angeni snatches her hand away from him, tracing a finger along the curls even as they fade. She looks up at Bardiel and her smile is long gone - replaced by pain, quiet anger and just a little fear.
"Why... why coerce what you could have had for asking?"
With that she turns and walks away, illusions falling back into place until she's just another shadow in the rain.
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Post by Bardiel on Jun 5, 2009 1:52:23 GMT -6
A shadow draws over Bardiel as Angeni departs, her presence slowly fading away. The Fallen’s shoulders begin to shake and then his whole body starts to wrack itself as he’s doubled over with horse laughter. Calming down, Bardiel straightens himself out and throws his head back to stare into the night sky. He could almost see the clouded heavens begin to fall apart. Wouldn’t it be glorious to see it all fall apart?
Bardiel glances sideways at the dark portal only a few feet away and his smile widened, if that were possible. He tried to focus on the gateway but found he could not, his jaded eyes sliding over it like pebbles over ice. “Ah well…” he sighed, his black wings slowly unfurling. “I guess I’ll apologise to her in another century or two,” I guess it’ll be another century until I get another chance to kill her. Bardiel wasn’t particularly sure which part he said aloud, or even believed.
He sighed again, shook himself down and began hopping from foot to foot, like a marathon runner preparing to place. “You know what they say right?” he didn’t know, so he asked himself. “No, what do they say?” he giggled childishly “Third time’s the charm.” And with that he took that damming step, yet again, into hell.
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Post by Admin on Jun 7, 2009 12:55:13 GMT -6
The End.
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