*The Angel flutters his wings a bit* Ah... that would be *thinks for an appropriate word for a moment* interesting to say the least *a bit of a nervous chuckle follows*...  Would my wings not gag you though?  They do tend to tickle.  *He draws the large sword from his back and plants it into the ground, the ground seems to consume it as it vanishes, a sign of good will, he nods after, standing on the shore*  ...As long as you promise not to digest I guess... *looking to the sky for a moment and laughs* You were right Sasha... surfacers are a lot different but... *exhaling a soft breath* one who cannot enjoy all that life has to offer is one who has not truly lived...<br/><br/>...I am ready... *bows*