<div style="text-align: center"><span style="font-family:Dancing Script"><span style="font-size: 26px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4da6ff"><b><i><u>Remiel</u></i></b></span></span></span>​</div><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><br/>
Remi frowned at all of the cuts and bruises that littered Kol's body.  He wished he'd been blessed with some kind of healing ability like some of the other angels so he could at least alleviate her pain.  He felt so useless.  He felt guilty every time she winced or whimpered, whispering a soft apology every time.  Blue eyes danced from her face to her abrasions to back again, uncertain in his movements.<br/>
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Finally, Kol seemed to be as mended as he could get her with so few supplies.  Looking around to find something to carry the rest of the items he had found, he startled when he felt her hands on him.  He'd been in the demon camp for so long, that he had nearly forgotten what a kind touch was and Remi tensed before slowly relaxing.  He propped against the table, head dropped between his shoulders as he let the smaller woman tend to his own wounds.  The demons hadn't gone easy on him, not that he expected them to.  Most of his wounds had already begun healing though even that had been slowed to a pace he wasn't used to.<br/>
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He had relaxed more than he intended, beginning to drift off standing up.  He couldn't remember the last time he had slept but when he heard glass crunch behind him, he snapped awake.  As he turned, Kol was moving behind him, his hand helping to guide her.  He stretched his wings on either side of him, not only shielding her more, but to make himself appear bigger.  He grit his teeth together at the pain he felt, his lips in a thin line.<br/>
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It was a woman.  A <i>human</i> woman.  He felt himself relax, though not completely.  She may not be a demon, but she was still a possible threat.  He looked at her closer, blue eyes narrowed.  He took in the brown hair and the unhappy look on her face before it clicked that he had seen her before.<br/>
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"Oh," he said softly, eyes widening in surprise.  "I know you."  He caught himself before he could say more, turning instead to Kol.  Hiding his wings painfully once again, he stepped to the side so she could see that Kol and he meant no harm.  "Hello," he said, looking back at her.  "Can you help us?"  He couldn't tell Kol or the woman why or how he could put his faith in her, but he knew he could.<br/>
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</span><br/><div style="text-align: center"><span style="font-family:Sofia"><span style="font-size: 26px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#006600"><b><i><u>Daniel</u></i></b></span></span></span>​</div><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><br/>
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The blond stepped quietly and quickly down the dilapidated hallway.  He couldn't hear his footsteps , but that wasn't really saying much.  Daniel looked up at the hole in the ceiling above him.  Tilting his head to the side, he saw a beam that seemed sturdy.  He took a couple of steps back before running and jumping, his hands gripping the wood as he pulled himself through.  <br/>
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He and Daria had survived like this for as long as he could remember.  Both of them had been lean and climbers, preferring rafters and ceilings over the floor to travel.  It left them many places to hide, and it made it more difficult for something to sneak up on them, more specifically him.  He didn't dwell on the thought, but he no longer had Daria to watch his back.  He had Audrey now, but they had split up to cover more ground this time.  Night was coming soon, Daniel shuddered at the thought and began moving a little quicker.<br/>
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Audrey had been a life saver, though there had been times he wished it had been him instead of his twin to just not come back.  He wanted to have hope she was still alive, but the hole in his heart told him otherwise.  He and Daria had been to the camp several times, bringing supplies, news and sometimes newcomers and when Daniel had shown up without her, covered in mud, blood and tears, the leader of the rebel camp had welcomed him and he'd just never left.<br/>
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Finding medical supplies for the rest of their group was a small attempt at repaying the debt he had to the woman.<br/>
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He climbed through another hole, into the floor above him.  His bow that was on his back caught momentarily and he was careful to tug slowly until he was free.  Watching both the floor and the door to the room he was in, he waited a moment before knowing nothing had heard him.  He pulled his knife from his belt as he made his way out of the room and down a darkened hallway.<br/>
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He didn't hear the voices, but he did see the shadows.  There were two of them.  He tugged on the door to his right to escape quickly, but it was locked and the two coming around the corner would see him long before he could make it back to the room he had come from.  He flattened himself against the wall instead, knife ready in case the two attacked.</span>