<strong>Name:</strong>Ariel Al'kiir (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=149383.msg6780446#msg6780446)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Gehenna's, table off to the side of the bar<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Adam Smith, and anyone else.<br/><hr/><br/>Serene, compassionate blue eyes studied a face few had seen, and lived to tell about.  The corners of her soft lips tugged into a small smile as she looked upon the man's face unflinching.  Ariel didn't quite understand the full meaning of the action until the man had spoken.<br/><br/><strong>"You're welcome.  Choices can't be unmade, but there are still many more choices for you to make.  The light is there, if you're willing to look."</strong><br/><br/>Her voice was loud enough to for Adam to hear, but didn't travel beyond their immediate surroundings.  The angel's tone wasn't that of a preacher, redeemer, or saint.  It was simply heavy with sincerity and possibly concern, like a person attempting to share wisdom with a friend, knowing the friend would likely ignore it, yet doing so anyway.<br/><br/>She nodded slightly at the man as he gathered his weapon again before sparring a glance toward the werewolf.  Her golden brown brow arched sharply.  She wasn't sure how she'd missed it before but it was obvious now.  What she thought had been a poorly mixed soul was actually the combination of two.  Unique didn't begin to describe it.  Before coming to Middle City she would've claimed such a thing was impossible, but she'd had her fair share of run-ins with necromancers, and soul-snatchers to know that two souls inhabiting a single being was far from impossible.  Still, it was always an interesting phenomenon to see how a pair, unshackled by unholy magic, fought for dominance.  The odd behavior the rest of the bar, no doubt, observed was simply the tip of the iceberg.<br/><br/>As the episode ended, Ariel's attention moved to scour the rest of the bar.  She disliked seeing a human amongst the filth, but freedom of choice was a fickle mistress and she had to allow the sheep to wander and graze where they wanted.  The Bovine was another interesting creature.  He seemed rather innocent and stuck out more than the human in this place.  Possibly more than she herself did, if that was possible.  She'd have to try to do what she could to keep the pair safe when Hell's gates opened wide to suck them all into oblivion.<br/><br/>She couldn't make any promises, but she would try.<br/><br/>A friendly nod and accepting smile was given to the "working girls".  Everyone had to survive, and Middle City didn't make things easy for anyone.  Besides, she'd spent enough time treating the ailments of the Maidenhood's whores to know that there wasn't necessarily a whole lot of difference between a woman who wore a suit to work, and one who wore fishnets.  Something she hoped she'd exist long enough to one day see corrected.<br/><br/>The Kitsune escorting the Vampire to the elevator wasn't lost on her.  She wasn't likely to be invited up anytime soon, unless curiosity spurred on whoever was in charge.  From her understanding it was someone she may've known, once upon a time, if things had been different.  As is, she knew he was a demon with ties to the Brotherhood.  If he was a smart demon, which she was sure he was, he'd marshal his soldiers before inviting her up.  Not that he should be afraid of her.  Quite the contrary.  This was his lair after all.  It was simply that negotiations were best done from a position of leverage, and the more leverage you could apply to a single point, person, or object the greater success an individual had to ply it in the desired direction.<br/><br/>Her eyes unconsciously focused on the Men's restroom before turning to a point on the balcony.<br/><br/>Ariel gave a long exhale before turning her attention back to the bar.<br/><br/>Business proceeded normally in Middle City.