<strong>Name: Deva<br/>Title: The Sweeping angel<br/>Location: Theatre<br/>Tagging: Pestilence with an apology, I only saw the first characters tag!</strong><br/><br/>"Hammock. Hammmmooock." she definitly did like the word. she wanted one now. also an explanation for why there was none in heaven. somewhere among the lines bellangel disappeared to who knows where and the theatres show ended, so she did the obvious thing - cleaning up some of the remains while pondering. She didn't like not being told everything, that made her guesses a bit more random and unreliable, not that she couldn't already guess, and if she guessed right,  there was need for her holy broom(tm) somewhere somehow. She wasn't entirely sure if what she presumed to be a demonic women gave her the 'I want to tear you to pieces - slowly- or the 'I want to invite you to an exspecially delicious cake' Look, but it was better to assume the later.<br/><br/>While she was musing about this she ran into someone trying to test her out. She had done the 'silly run into someone and pretend it's an accident' thing often enough to notice it used on herself. She had nothing that could be stolen so that wasn't a simple robbery, and she had kept her head down and out of trouble recently.. well more or less, so perhaps there where more girly demons around. Perhaps she should go get herself a bottle o holy water, make lil baloons out of it, then throw it in the faces of everyone she met. hah! No wait, this idea could backfire on non demons.. well on demons too but she'd be right then... she should proapbly stop rubbing her bottom.<br/><br/>"oh nono, I'm distracted as well, everbody's doin things, nobodies telling Deva about em, no hammocks a.. " she hesitated.<br/><br/>She had been a healer since her early days, due to her slight angelic apperance earning her an orphan spot in a church.. and that was one of the more useful things to learn, infact she always had an affinity for not magic but this. Healing the injured. Healing the sick.<br/><br/>And something seemed off about the woman. She had symptoms of a sickness. No. She looked all healthy allright but still, Deva couldn't shake an instinct, she leaned closer, leaning to sniff on Pestilence, in a bit of a rediculous way of course, can't appear to be thinking too fast.<br/><br/>Sniff sniff, sniff on the hand she held, sniff at the womens shoulder "Say what parfume are you using? I feel like I've sniffed so many fragrances so many times, yet the type elludes me, something with roses yes?" .. then she interjected, just to keep the womans mind of off the strange question.. all she wanted was to observe her possible reactions anyway.<br/><br/>"Oh and Helloooooo! I'm Deva, whoo areee youuuu?"