<strong>Deva, the random angel<br/>Location: Theatre<br/>Tagged: Zefiriel, Arkand, Glasya</strong><br/><br/>Deva peeked around at the angels comment, having been busy watching the play and brushing around a bit.. got to keep that old broom in shape! she peeked over.<br/><br/>"I dunno, Why's a fly going for honey?" she chuckled with a somewhat ironic response. Holier then Deva attitude but green behind the ears well ghost ears. did she have ears?. though sounding like a funny bell, that's the impression she had of Zefiriel right now. Perhaps did have ears. Did answer -some- questions<br/><br/>"or if you rather ask me why the demon is going to try and nom.." while deva had no 'sense' to tell about any purity or not purity she could add 2+2 with the angel reacting startled to a beautiful woman "on that guy despite him not having any apparent divine powers? Siiimple, she wants to use him, what other reason would there be..." she pondered<br/>"perhaps I should go and disturb this a little bit? Just to make sure" she winked, wandering over lazily, on the way slowly brushing the ground with her broom, humming slightly.. without disturbing the audience too much hopefully!<br/><br/>"dusting dusting, dusting dusting dusting.. yeah!"<br/><br/>She stepped in between Glasya and Arkam, rather nonchalantly.<br/><br/>"Hello, sir, excuse me please buuuut, really sorry, there is a stain, could you step back just a little so I could clean it up before it stains away on the ground, stains are such terrible things don't you think, once a stain gets into things it spreads around like eeeeveryyywhere and then you have to watch out to not step in it" she bopped her head, and by extension her silly hat up and down, nodding, indicating what was barely worth mentioning a speck of dirt on the ground, presenting her broom like an insignia, turning to wink slightly at Glasya.<br/><br/>"oooh hey, you are cute! Enchantingly so! I'm Deva! So sorry if I interrupted your talk, I promise to make it up to you, how about I invite you for a drink? I borrowed some wine from a monastery I bet you'd just -love- the taste"<br/><br/>She said, while brushing, presuming the man stepped back, the floor, smiling her stupid-innocent smile while having a firm grip on her broom, nodding apologetic once or twice if her apperance was not startling errr convincing enough.<br/><br/>(((edited cause I got confused, can we agree to call it the theatre, I first thought there where different locations for a while))