<strong>Name:</strong>Ariel Al'kiir (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=149383.msg6780446#msg6780446)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Main Room<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Jack, Clarissa, Ayr, Marc, and anybody else<br/><hr/><br/><strong>"Ariel,"</strong>came the reply from the voice of an angel before she took his outstretched hand gently, yet firmly.  She didn't apply her strength to the grip, but it was no dainty handshake of a mortal.<br/><br/><strong>"I don't believe you would've embarrassed yourself.  In fact, it might be I who should be thanking you.  Together we would've surely finished him without the intervention of others."</strong><br/><br/>Blue eyes made a show of looking Jack over from head to toe and back before they locked upon his eyes.<strong>"You looked to have healed nicely.  Not a department you'll need any help in, I assume?"</strong><br/><br/>The Archon was likely the only member of their former party who appeared in need of healing and being a divine creature himself Ariel assumed he could also heal himself, though she'd known of some Archons and even angels who had not received that gift.<br/><br/><strong>"You work for Marchosias?"</strong>she asked after she allowed him to respond to her last question.<br/><br/>The way Marchosias had ordered Jack and the Archon upon the highborn had left little doubt in Ariel's mind, yet it was always nice to get confirmation.<br/><br/>Ariel waited for Jack's answer before carrying the conversation further.  It took a bit of will power to keep her eyes from wondering.  There'd been plenty of flesh revealed within the last several seconds and some of that had been lycanthropic.  An angel she was, and beyond lust or the cravings of the flesh she was supposed to be.  Yet, Middle City changed people and caused a slow corruption that even the noblest of individuals could not resist forever.  Still sky blue eyes remained trained upon his, and it was not the tone of muscle or broadness of shoulder that caused her to exert her will.  This unique specimen, this Jack and Hyde, offered something else that she couldn't help but find enticing.  Dual souls, light and dark, locked in a continuous dance, ever twisting, uniting, and then separating in a perplexing yet enchanting fashion that Ariel knew she could waste hours studying.  That was what the angel refused to admire at that moment with willpower reinforced though the discipline of a soldier and the wisdom of a counselor.