When Worlds Collide (Ryven & Braioch)
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				Title: <strong>When Worlds Collide (Ryven &amp; Braioch)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>21-01-2010, 20:30:01</strong>
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				The large penthouse suite was silent with the exception of the ambient buzz of electricity and the slight whoosh of the air conditioning.&nbsp; In the spacious bedroom, strewn across silk sheets in the color of soft ivory was the harsh contrast of sanguine blood splattered in haphazard patterns.&nbsp; Doctor Marshall Levinworth lay half atop his mistress, Annette.&nbsp; His nude form was what one would find any middle-aged medical researcher to be.&nbsp; Not particularly in shape from the ravening of age but enough money to tell he'd been fighting its unstoppable force for a while.<br><br>Annette, locks of honey yellow and skin of pale porcelain, lay under him with a look of dazed horror on her face.&nbsp; Her crimson lips lay forever parted with her turquoise eyes staring away into her final visions.&nbsp; She was half the man's age, clearly wanting his money more than his love.&nbsp; A hand, seemingly human with its tanned color, reached out to caress the dead woman's cheek with the back of its fingers.<br><br>"Such a waste, these humans.&nbsp; I never get over how fragile they are, yet they are filled with such potential."&nbsp; The man's voice came, deep as a cold well in winter but soft like lamb's wool.<br><br>"Why are you here, Azrael?&nbsp; You haven't collected a soul in decades, and I find it hard that someone capable of such adulterous deeds could make their way through the pearly gates."&nbsp; Said Rahmiel, his dark blue clad arms folding over his chest as he watched.<br><br>"It is not for us to judge.&nbsp; I only take them away when called, and this man...Levinworth as he was known, is special to the Almighty in some way.&nbsp; I do not question."&nbsp; Azrael said before moving his hand to press against the man's head.&nbsp; A faint light emanated from his palm for just a second and then nothing.<br><br>"All done then?"&nbsp; Rahmiel inquired with a raised brownish eyebrow.<br><br>"Aye.&nbsp; My job is done, and I must return.&nbsp; Why have you been sent?"&nbsp; Azrael spoke in return.<br><br>"I'm not sure.&nbsp; This was no ordinary murder, it seems, so I guess I'm supposed to find out why.&nbsp; The Great Power seems to have had an interest in him, but...I don't know."&nbsp; Rahmiel answered before letting a slight sigh escape his lips.&nbsp; He pulled his arms away to adjust his blue Armani suit.&nbsp; Azrael moved closer, placing one hand on his fellow angel's left shoulder.<br><br>"Well then...I wish you luck in your search."&nbsp; He said before curling his lips to a genuine smile.&nbsp; The angel of death's hand pulled away before he turned to walk into the adjoining bathroom, disappearing out of sight.<br><br>Rahmiel looked over the scene.&nbsp; It was quite gruesome to behold...or at least it would be for any mortal.&nbsp; The tearing of a material body did nothing to stir what little emotion Rahmiel had.&nbsp; It was, however, not the work of someone looking for gratification...at least nothing material.&nbsp; Levinworth's back had been torn asunder, flesh cut away in a most unclean fashion to reveal bone and organ.&nbsp; The wound was so deep, it cut into Annette as well.&nbsp; Whatever did this had either some rather impressive weaponry or was not of this world.&nbsp; Perhaps that was why he'd been sent.&nbsp; Most unusual.
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				Title: <strong>Re: When Worlds Collide (Ryven &amp; Braioch)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Braioch</strong> on <strong>21-01-2010, 21:20:59</strong>
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				He blinked, the light shifting into his eyes brilliantly as he adjusted. His hand, strong looking in human form rubbed at them in an instinctual reaction, it had been awhile since he'd been to the mortal plane in human form, he'd forgotten how damn bright it could be. He sighed as he glanced around the room, well taken care of and decorated, certainly a wealthy person lived her, or once had as the case was.<br><br>He took a step forward, running his hand over the nearest chair, such finery for such a short life. Oh how he loved them for all of their shallow desires, such good toys in that regard. Yet he had a job too do, and he would have to do it. A demon he was, but that didn't mean he wasn't going to do his job, after all this affected everyone.<br><br>He snorted as he lowered his hand, taking a moment to take in his outfit that he'd been forced into (http://i280.photobucket.com/albums/kk192/Kaulitz_2008/Tios%20Buenos/TylerBachtel-b.jpg) and snorted, humans and their fashion. He glanced at the mirror that overhung in the living room, well at least he still looked good, that much he couldn't deny. He smirked at his own reflection, after all, a demon like himself had to maintain a certain level of appearance for all these little humans.<br><br>In any case, he turned, adjusting his clothes, making a note to change them later as he strolled into the room. He raised an eyebrow at the other man, no one had mentioned an angel being involved to him, well this was going to be interesting. He acted like the angel was barely there, or perhaps like they already knew one another, it didn't matter to him anyways. He knelt down and glanced up and down the already cooled corpses.<br><br>He frowned, this didn't look human like at all, the wounds were too precise in ways, yet driven by something obviously ragefilled. A Wrath demon perhaps, a rogue one at that, but the marks were obviously too concise for something like that. What made him curious was what could have been used for the murders. He glanced around the room, not much seemed out of place, so whatever it had been, it had been fast too.<br><br>He stood up, "well, that's fucking confusing..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: When Worlds Collide (Ryven &amp; Braioch)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>21-01-2010, 22:55:45</strong>
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				Rahmiel didn't have to turn around to see the demon approaching.&nbsp; He could smell the faint tinge of sulfur in the air coupled with the rather pungent aroma of sin and forsaken duties.&nbsp; It had been millenia since the last war between the realms, and it was eventually settled with a rather shaky truce which still exists today.&nbsp; That doesn't stop the obvious disdain that each side holds for each other.<br><br>The appearance of demons is hardly a rare occurrence, but the fact that an angel showed up in the same place at the same time made it difficult for Rahmiel to believe that it was mere coincidence.&nbsp; As the truce was laid down, so were the plans of each side.&nbsp; Their manipulations of the mortals were easy enough to see when one looked close enough.&nbsp; For instance, Dr. Levinworth was going to discover a new technique that would become a breakthrough in the fight for cancer.&nbsp; Sadly, his work goes unfinished now.<br><br>"Hmf."&nbsp; Rahmiel simply scoffed.&nbsp; The man was a sinner like the rest no matter how he was justified to be chosen.&nbsp; Of course, the angel knew it was his place not to enforce such judgment.&nbsp; It wasn't his job.&nbsp; No, instead his job was to be the investigator for the great all-seeing upstairs.&nbsp; It was a rather redundant job, or at least that's how he made it sound.&nbsp; The truth was, some things required more attention than others.&nbsp; That's where he came in.<br><br>After moving to the side of the bed and taking a closer look, he finally turned to his fellow planar outsider.&nbsp; "Never seen anything like this, hmm?"&nbsp; He questioned with a playful smirk.
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				Title: <strong>Re: When Worlds Collide (Ryven &amp; Braioch)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Braioch</strong> on <strong>21-01-2010, 23:20:31</strong>
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				He snorted, "considering where I've come from, that's quite a stupid question, that and add into the fact of where we are, adds to the obvious asinine quality of that...."<br><br>He prodded at the bed, shifting the sheets, ticking in his head where the marks of blood had flown. His eyes trailed up to the angel and smirked for a minute, "though I'm sure from your original lofty perch, you didn't bother with seeing this didja?"<br><br>He rolled his eyes, but continued to think to himself quietly. So far as he knew, this man wasn't supposed to have died so soon, apparently he had a fate to work out while he was here. So far hell hadn't figured out a way to stop him without getting their asses worked over by the big guy. So when word of this reached, he had to make sure that it wasn't a demon working off the record, and find the real perpetrator in all of this. He sighed, boy he hated being an errand boy, but at least it would mean being able to taunt a little bit of pious choirboy next to him.<br><br>He, like his bretheren, wasn't very fond of angels, in all reality they were just arrogant assholes. At least the demons were honest about their loathing for humans, angels just claimed they had some moral obligation. Hmph, humans were weak willed creatures, ripe for mindfucking and twisting around for otherworldly games. Still it created some good fun, and without the humans, he wouldn't have had eons worth of fun so far.<br><br>"Any ideas Feathers?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: When Worlds Collide (Ryven &amp; Braioch)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>21-01-2010, 23:38:28</strong>
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				He simply laughed.&nbsp; "Now who's the one asking stupid questions.&nbsp; If I had seen it, do you really think I would be here right now?"&nbsp; Rahmiel mused before turning his attention back to the bed.&nbsp; The more he looked at it, the more he got a rather uneasy feeling of the whole situation.&nbsp; Though the man was having an affair, it didn't make sense for his wife to get revenge in such a manner.&nbsp; She wouldn't have the means.&nbsp; Then there was the lack of evidence leading to who or what had caused any of this.&nbsp; It was a damn aggravating thing for the angel to mull over.&nbsp; He didn't like feeling clueless, especially for someone representing the supreme omnipotent.<br><br>Rahmiel turned back to the demon across from him.&nbsp; "I'll thank you to call me Rahmiel if you must address me at all."&nbsp; He said with a rather dismissing tone.&nbsp; "Whatever it was, it wasn't from this plane.&nbsp; I can say that with certainty."<br><br>The angel turned, placing one hand in his trouser pocket and the other at his chin in thought before walking toward the living room entrance.&nbsp; There was little to nothing to gather there; just a scene of death.&nbsp; Someone had to have heard something.&nbsp; Even those from other worlds cannot do so much damage without causing a disturbance.&nbsp; His next step was to see who, if anyone, was nearby.
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				Title: <strong>Re: When Worlds Collide (Ryven &amp; Braioch)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Braioch</strong> on <strong>21-01-2010, 23:57:30</strong>
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				He snorted, "yeah I'll get right on that Feathers, and I know who you damn well are, even if all you guys look the same to me in the end."<br><br>He watched him go and smirked again, not really surprised when he felt a faint rush of heat at the man. It was a mixture of inborn anger and age old rivalry, as much as in his form with his vices, he didn't quite have much say in his physical reaction. The angel really shouldn't have chosen such a...delicious human form, that much he was sure of. Then again he'd keep himself in line, even if it was tempting, more so than usual, to attempt it, because after all, who wouldn't want to see an angel fall a few pegs down, but he wasn't so sure either side would like that too much.<br><br>He stood up and gazed over the nearby windows which lay open to the outside air. He strode over to them and flipped a cigarette into his mouth as he gazed out the window. He ignored everything but the details, with all of this violence something should have been noticed. Someone should have seen something somewhere, but in such a sea of meatbags, it didn't really matter unless by a stroke of luck they came across something.<br><br>He snorted again as he walked out into the living room where the other was poking around, "well Feathers, we've got quite the conundrum. From what I can see, it wasn't anything obvious like anything from our side, unless of course they've gone rogue and gotten smart, which would be hard to do since the radar got a bit better for that kind of thing."
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				Title: <strong>Re: When Worlds Collide (Ryven &amp; Braioch)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>22-01-2010, 00:22:07</strong>
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				He made his way slowly around the room, examining everything from the art on the walls to the gaudy furnishings and the tacky show pieces.&nbsp; It was decadent at its best and atrocious at worst, but again, no clues.&nbsp; He couldn't even seem to render a past vision in his mind which really disturbed him.&nbsp; There was usually a little disturbance, but to be fully blocked smelled of trouble to him.&nbsp; That usually only happened near certain places where the underlying energies were not very stable.&nbsp; He hadn't thought this would be one of them considering the surrounding energies are influenced by great events in the past.&nbsp; Europe was scattered with them, usually popping up at battle sites from the world wars.&nbsp; Anywhere where there had been severe emotional trauma or transference of life.&nbsp; Too many souls taken in too little time.&nbsp; <br><br>The voice of his demonic acquaintance interrupted his train of thought.&nbsp; Rahmiel let a rather annoyed sigh leave him as he turned to set his soft brown eyes on him.&nbsp; "Do you think it was a rogue from...your side?&nbsp; Leave it to the fallen to get careless."&nbsp; He said, pausing before referring to the lower plane of the damned and then dismissing it as if it was their fault already.<br><br>It was then that Rahmiel noticed the way that Abbaddon stared at him.&nbsp; He'd seen that look before, many millenia ago in battle.&nbsp; It was a combination of burning anger and unbridled lust.&nbsp; Rahmiel could relate, at least with the anger part.&nbsp; Many of the fallen used to be his kindred, but the had forsaken their maker for an eternity of damnation, torment, and vice.&nbsp; It was a betrayal which explained the anger, but what Rahmiel felt wasn't lust.&nbsp; Instead it was curiosity.&nbsp; He'd always secretly wondered what it would be like to do as a human would...to couple with another.&nbsp; It was not only physical, but emotional too.&nbsp; There were so many things to it that made him question, and above all, tempted him.&nbsp; He hated it.&nbsp; It was the only thing he despised about his existence because as much as he wanted to learn of it, he had forsaken sin and all manner of things mortal.
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				Title: <strong>Re: When Worlds Collide (Ryven &amp; Braioch)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Braioch</strong> on <strong>22-01-2010, 00:47:41</strong>
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				He knew temptation when he seen it, or more along the lines of sensed it. Being a demon for eons tended to bring such senses to light, and apparently Rahmiel's human form took away his immunity to such senses. A smirk danced on his lips as he realized that at the faint corners of the angel's mind there was a shimmer of temptation. He wasn't altogether surprised, he had after all been an angel, and obviously temptation worked on them as well, otherwise he wouldn't have ended where he was.<br><br>Not that he minded his lot in life, it was after all great fun. Still it had been the original treatment, and how hard they'd struggled originally that created the animosity. They didn't exactly appreciate having been thrown out of heaven in such an unceremonious way. As a matter of fact, he knew damn well, as much as the other side did, that Heaven had been the first to strike.<br><br>He snorted, "I do believe I just said I see no signs of demonic activity outside of my own recent ones. No demonic auras, no taint of demonic induced vice, no sulfur traces, no signs of possession, nothing here really showing a demon. Considering how recently they were killed, there should be. So no, I don't think so," the smirk widened, "not that you would notice when you're too busy staring at this form"
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				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>22-01-2010, 01:11:40</strong>
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				The angel simply smirked and rolled his eyes, placing one hand on his hip as he spoke.&nbsp; "Be glad I don't stare harder and unleash a bit of heavenly light.&nbsp; You'd probably look better as a grease stain on the floor anyway.&nbsp; Hmf."&nbsp; Rahmiel scoffed again before turning and walking to the door.&nbsp; His hand grasped the knob, but no sooner had he done so had a great feeling washed over him.<br><br>His eyes widened, his mouth falling to take a gasp for lungs that he didn't even need to feed.&nbsp; Rahmiel froze in place, his eyes looking around as if to search desperately for something but seeing nothing but the door in front of him.&nbsp; A slow shiver ran down his form as he remained motionless as if time had stood still.&nbsp; Then, he turned, his shocked expression looking back at Abbaddon, wanting to blame the man for what he was feeling, but he knew it could not be possible.&nbsp; No mere demon could cause something so great.&nbsp; Not even the dark lord himself could muster up something like this.<br><br>It was as if he'd been underwater and his air line had suddenly been severed.&nbsp; Rahmiel leaned back against the door, his head slowly tilting back to look at the ceiling or perhaps past it.&nbsp; He sank to the floor in one fluid motion, slow and steady until he sat with his legs bent staring forward.<br><br>"Have...I been forsaken?"&nbsp; He asked himself rather than to Abbaddon.<br><br>Outside, the sky had begun to turn gray with the appearance of storm clouds.&nbsp; Dusk was approaching, making the landscape dreary and dim.&nbsp; Rain threatened to fall like tears from the sky, only waiting for the right moment to fall.&nbsp; Thunder in the distance could be heard, rolling softly on the blowing wind.&nbsp; All of it was meaningless to Rahmiel right now.&nbsp; With his connection to his home severed, he could not get back.&nbsp; He was on Earth for the duration, and he only looked up at the demon as if waiting for the triumphant celebration.&nbsp; Seeing an angel fall before his eyes would have been worth any damnation, but Abbaddon didn't seem to be smiling either.
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				Title: <strong>Re: When Worlds Collide (Ryven &amp; Braioch)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Braioch</strong> on <strong>22-01-2010, 01:31:18</strong>
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				His face turned to Rahmiel, frowning at the angel, "what the hell is wrong with you?"<br><br>He watched the other slide down the wall, his eyes glazing then focusing back to the room and glaring at him, then at nothing. For a moment he felt disconcerted, this was odd behavior, even for the ever screwed up angels. Not that he was overly concerned about the angel, hell if the guy was about to burst into a fiery inferno and disappear that was fine by him, he just didn't want to be near that was all.<br><br>He stepped back from the being, waiting to see what was going on when the room suddenly grew colder, as if whatever was keeping it warm suddenly disappeared. He glanced from side to side, looking for it when he realized he was feeling it internally, not from the room itself. He grunted in surprise and confusion, what the hell was this?<br><br>He wanted to demand that whatever Rahmiel was doing should stop, but it hit him that the angel was in quite a state, so the chances of his fault being there was minimal. Then there was the matter that the whispering in the back of his head was gone, the voices, the minglings of hell spawn and communication was gone. It was something he'd learned a long time ago to push to the back of his mind and pick it up to the front when he needed it, but it was gone.<br><br>He was cut off, there was nothing there, and his body felt...weaker somehow, lacking in something. He leaned back against the nearby couch as he breathed heavily. Whatever was going on was getting them both, only it seemed to be hitting Rahmiel harder, who was currently muttering about having fallen. Well that was bloody possible, he thought to himself, as he too was having something happen to himself. He shook his head, trying to bring himself back to normal, but there was nothing to hang onto.<br><br>He sighed, standing up to adjust his clothes, sweeping a casual hand through his hair as he rolled his shoulders, "well that was....unpleseant...a mysterious murder that neither side can find cause of, and a demon and angel are suddenly hit by something, how coincidental....oh would you quit your blubbering! You haven't fallen you moron, trust me, it's worse than whatever you're feeling, trust me on that. Now get up, we've more important things to worry about, like why we're BOTH cut off, I'd say that's are main issue which seems to tie in with what we originally came here for."
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				Title: <strong>Re: When Worlds Collide (Ryven &amp; Braioch)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>22-01-2010, 02:15:44</strong>
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				His eyes closed for a moment.&nbsp; He had to compose himself.&nbsp; There was no reason for this to happen due to his actions.&nbsp; He'd always been loyal.&nbsp; It must have been the abruptness of it all.&nbsp; It was unexpected and...unprecedented.&nbsp; Rahmiel could not remember a time when he hadn't felt the light of his creator, but now there was nothing.&nbsp; He couldn't even go back to his realm or he would have by now.&nbsp; No.&nbsp; All connections had been severed.<br><br>Rahmiel slowly opened his eyes as the demon spoke to him again.&nbsp; He simply glared at him before standing up and dusting himself off and straightening his tie.&nbsp; "You're right.&nbsp; This is odd, and it complicates things a bit more.&nbsp; Still, we're apparently here for the same thing."&nbsp; Rahmiel said before pausing.&nbsp; "I can't believe I'm about to say this, but perhaps we should work together for the time being.&nbsp; Whatever is happening is greater than I had first thought."&nbsp; He said before reaching for the door again.<br><br>The angel paused again, turning back to his demonic companion.&nbsp; "Don't try anything though.&nbsp; Just because I'm cut off doesn't mean I can't still defend myself."&nbsp; He said, his eyes shining a brilliant blue before he turned away again to open and walk out the door.<br><br>The hallway was barren with only the buzz of the ceiling lighting to break into the silence.&nbsp; There were three other suites on this floor and then the elevator.&nbsp; Rahmiel headed straight for the silver doors of the elevator.&nbsp; Perhaps they would have better luck in the lobby, and if not, they could always get the mortals to do the work for them
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				Title: <strong>Re: When Worlds Collide (Ryven &amp; Braioch)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Braioch</strong> on <strong>22-01-2010, 02:41:23</strong>
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				He rolled his eyes, "well it's nice to see you're doing better now princess, done trying throw yourself on your blade of grief then? Good, and don't get too cocky, your grace is cut off from you, you don't have the same advantage you once did....hmmm...God and Jesus can't help you...well damn, I can say that!"<br><br>He scoffed in amusement, "well I'll be damned....well yes, but still, huh."<br><br>He smiled, apparently being cut off was having it's benefits already. Rahmiel was no longer the upper handed party of the two, and his own disadvantages were minimalized. Then again he knew damn well his own power had been reduced as well, he could feel it. Things were affecting him differently already, things looked differently, and his senses were dulled, though considerably better than a human could ever hope for, including extra sensory abilities.<br><br>He looked up to notice that Rahmiel had already left the room, and was out in the hallway. He blinked in surprise, well he was certainly a busy body. He smirked at the implications of that last thought as he himself walked out to follow the angel. He glanced at him and smiled, a well practiced gentility crossing his expression, even hiding the less clean and innocent thoughts in his mind behind it.<br><br>"Well it's obvious that we're both on the outs when it comes to this, and you're right we're both working on this it seems. The quicker we can get this over with, the quicker we can get back to our respective places. Though I relish the idea as much as you do about teamwork, if not less, it's a necessary pain in the ass," another inward smirk, "so let's put our differences as much to the side....well as much as we're able too that is, I don't expect anything spectacular out of that ideal."<br><br>He pressed the button for the elevator as he shrank back into his thoughts. It would take some working to cut both a demon and an angel off from their respective sources. Not only to cut off communication, but to completely root them back in the mortal realm and sever their tie to their homes. So whatever other player there was in this game, they knew enough about the Fates to cut the man's life off, which stopped the prospective good, which was fine by Abbaddon. What wasn't so fine was the fact that in the process they had put his side in a bad spot, which cast bad light on the heavenly side. Then again it could have been human means that did all that, it had happened more than once since their creation. The kicker was that whoever, or whatever it was had the kind of power to isolate both Rahmiel and Abbaddon, which in all reality just cast no light on any possible leads.<br><br>Hmph, well the fun was being rapidly taken out of the equation with each twist and turn. He gave a once over of Rahmiel, felt a distinct cold heat in his body and thought that maybe it wasn't all bad. At least he'd have a bit of eye candy, angel or not.
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				Title: <strong>Re: When Worlds Collide (Ryven &amp; Braioch)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>22-01-2010, 19:34:05</strong>
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				He stood in front of the elevator, staring at himself or rather past himself while he gathered his thoughts.&nbsp; Abbaddon had hit the elevator call button, so now it was only a matter of time before they reached the lobby.&nbsp; "The mortals do not know about this yet, but as soon as they do, their police forces will be here to investigate.&nbsp; This could either prove problematic or to our advantage if we can play it right.&nbsp; Even with our ties severed, we should be able to utilize many of our lesser abilities."&nbsp; He said before sucking on his lower lip.<br><br>A dull chime interrupted, and the elevator doors slid open.&nbsp; Both Rahmiel and Abbaddon walked into the elevator box before the angel hit 'L' on the control switchboard to send them to the lobby.&nbsp; "Do you think you can work some of your demon juju, Abby?"&nbsp; He said with a smirk and a faint look over toward the demon.<br><br>The next step was to find out what had caused the divide in their worlds.&nbsp; The upper and lower planes were always open to the material world though travel was watched closely.&nbsp; It was proving to be an arduous task in his mind.&nbsp; There were a number of reasons that the severance could have happened, each as unlikely as the next.&nbsp; They needed a starting point...a clue, but those seemed to be as rare as the situation they where currently in.<br><br>The ride to the lobby was short, and soon enough, the doors opened again to reveal the shiny marble flooring of the expansive lobby.&nbsp; Rahmiel stepped out of the elevator, adjusting his tie and suit jacket again.&nbsp; There was one attendant at the front desk, and he aimed to question him.&nbsp; The angel approached, setting one arm on the counter and giving the man behind it a polite smile.&nbsp; "Excuse me.&nbsp; I just came from the eighth floor, and I was wondering if you could tell me about anyone who has come and gone from there withing the last few hours or so."<br><br>"May I ask who yo-"&nbsp; The attendant started, but Rahmiel's eyes glowed blue again.&nbsp; The man behind the counter froze in place, eyes looking forward.&nbsp; While his ties to the upper realms were gone, he could still look into mortal souls to find what he needed.&nbsp; However, all he saw was an ambiguous black shadow checking in with the clerk and heading to the eighth floor.&nbsp; They were masking themselves as well.<br><br>His eyes suddenly returned to normal.&nbsp; "Sorry.&nbsp; My mistake."&nbsp; He said to the man and walked away.<br><br>"This is proving problematic.&nbsp; Whoever went up there masked themselves from divination, but it does tell me that the culprit behind it was more than likely mortal.&nbsp; Any other outside being would be able to phase in as we did."&nbsp; He said, glancing up to the demon's face for reactions. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: When Worlds Collide (Ryven &amp; Braioch)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Braioch</strong> on <strong>24-01-2010, 05:04:11</strong>
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				Abbaddon smirked, "yeah you'd think that wouldn't you? Angels, so direct and forward, you forget that humans and others aren't quite so...gullible. It could be a mortal, or a rogue from either side still. If it's a demon then they're a bit more clever than that, or a angel for that matter, angel's have gone rogue from time to time, so don't get haughty. Either that or someone in the middle working on their own. In any case if it is that and not a mortal, they'd be clever enough to make it look like a mortal. If it is a mortal, then we're dealing with someoen who isn't your everyday human, considering everything they've done. My guess is that if it was a mortal, they're having some outside help, which means more than one culprit."<br><br>He shifted and glanced at the still dazed desk worker who meekly smiled at him. His lips curled into a smile, cocked his head and thought for a moment. His eyes shimmered, a dark gold with a flash of red as he looked at the man. The human blinked and stared at him, a physical reaction would have shown had his groin been showing. Abbaddon smirked at this fact, but he had other things to do, his eyes shifting from side to side as if he were looking for something.<br><br>His eyes returned to normal and he snorted, "well that was a waste of time, even his instinctual memories are tainted with confusion. Hmph, it takes a bit of work and/or power to screw with something as inlaid as insitinctual reactions in humans. Yeah someone's got some mojo, which probably means just about anyone who witnessed it will be suffering the same amnesia."<br><br>The man behind the desk blinked, coughed softly and excused himself, making sure to keep his groin hidden. Abbaddon smirked, trailing the man's path with his eyes and took a step towards him and then thought better of it. He sighed, he still had work to do, and mom over there would probably end up nagging him about it anyways. Wouldn't matter, in his state he wouldn't be able to actually put a taint on the man that much was for sure.<br><br>He turned back to Rahmiel, "so mister Divination, there is nothing around to give us any sort of hint? Or do you expect me to go around and read everybodies frigging soul?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: When Worlds Collide (Ryven &amp; Braioch)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>26-01-2010, 23:16:16</strong>
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				Rahmiel simply rolled his eyes.&nbsp; "I doubt it.&nbsp; If they <em>were</em> from another realm, they would know the capabilities of those such as you and I.&nbsp; Why risk people snooping when you can just by-pass the complication by not allowing it to happen."&nbsp; He said before crossing his arms again.&nbsp; "I'm more apt to believe that they are receiving help, as you have pointed out.&nbsp; The only problem is, who?"&nbsp; The angel said curiously before motioning toward the door, but Abbaddon seemed preoccupied with the human.<br><br>He looked back to find the demon reading into the memories of the man.&nbsp; Rahmiel stammered and moved to stop him, but only made a couple of steps before he thought better.&nbsp; "Why did you do that?&nbsp; We don't need to be staring into his soul more than we need to.&nbsp; It's dangerous and unneeded right now."&nbsp; The man said in a whispered but stern voice.<br><br>When Rahmiel looked back, the man seemed to be fine though he excused himself with an obvious 'problem.'&nbsp; Abbaddon was nearly going to go after him, and the angel felt the sudden urge to smite the demon right then and there.&nbsp; However, even if he wanted to, he didn't have the means at the moment, and he also didn't want to cause collateral damage.<br><br>"Bloody demons...always thinking with their loins instead of their metaphysical brains."&nbsp; Rahmiel said under his breath before turning toward the large glass entry doors.&nbsp; He began to talk as he walked, leaving the demon to either tag along or stay behind.&nbsp; "You should know that I advise against that.&nbsp; Too much could rouse suspicion, and we don't hunters, mortal or not, coming after us for some bounty.&nbsp; We're through here.&nbsp; There's nothing more we can gain.&nbsp; Pardon the pun, but move your ass and let's get the <em>hell</em> out of here."&nbsp; Rahmiel said before pushing open the door to walk out into the cold air of the dusky, rainy sky.&nbsp; The canvas canopy above them prevented the water from drenching the two for the moment, but they would need to decide where to go now.<br><br>"I don't like it...but we may have to try the Undercroft."&nbsp; He said though every divine bone in his form told him not to.&nbsp; They weren't liked there, either of them.&nbsp; It was the territory of the Neutrals, but they could likely find answers there.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: When Worlds Collide (Ryven &amp; Braioch)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Braioch</strong> on <strong>27-01-2010, 16:33:11</strong>
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				"Oh bite me feathers," he snorted, "the man's soul is fine, and I didn't see you having any reservations about divinating, so shut it. For that matter, just because you Angels don't know a damn thing about sex and pleasure doesn't mean the rest of us shouldn't have our fun."<br><br>He glanced the angel over, "then again, I'm sure if you're willing to learn, I can teach you a few things."<br><br>He smirked at the Rahmiel, perhaps there would be a silver lining to this ever darkening cloud, he waved his hand at the other being, "you're being too paranoid. Even in this state, the two of us can take care of a few hunters, I'd like to think considering which part of each others respective hierarchies we're from, we're a bit stronger than that. Damn what do you think I am, a damn Imp? Quick acting like a pussy Cherub and grow some celestial balls already. Plus it's not like we can really hide from whatever or whoever's after us, they know where we are obviously, they seem to have this under control so far."<br><br>He groaned, "oh fuck, not the neutrals. Oh they hate me," he snickered, "my last visit there didn't end so well. I might have made a bit of a mess, though in all fairness they were trying to keep me there, and I was just a damn diplomat. So they probably still hate me like no other right now, they do hold grudges. Still you're right, if anyone would know about all of this, they'd be the ones since they're the closet to this realm as it is."
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				Title: <strong>Re: When Worlds Collide (Ryven &amp; Braioch)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>28-01-2010, 21:53:31</strong>
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				He cut his azure eyes to the demon, giving him a damning look.&nbsp; Rahmiel's teeth gritted hard, and had he been a mortal, they might have cracked right out of his head.&nbsp; The sulfur eating bastard was becoming a nuisance to say the least.&nbsp; "You're right.&nbsp; I didn't have any reservations because one divination is rather harmless.&nbsp; I already told you what I found.&nbsp; There was no need for anything further."&nbsp; He said firmly.<br><br>The angel simply rolled his eyes and gave a rather disgusted scoff.&nbsp; "Keep it in your pants, Abby.&nbsp; I have no use for your advances."&nbsp; He said before moving to the demon's next statement.&nbsp; "That doesn't mean we should be careless.&nbsp; The bigger the target, the larger the prize.&nbsp; There are those as strong as us if not stronger at the moment who wouldn't blink an eye to bag an angel or demon to mount on their wall though I suppose you'd like the idea given that it couldn't be any worse than where you come from."<br><br>He laughed as Abbaddon groaned out in a rather annoyed tone.&nbsp; "Now who needs to grow some balls.&nbsp; If you're so confident about us then there should be no problem."&nbsp; Rahmiel said with a grin.<br><br>The angel turned toward the parking lot.&nbsp; He eyed the silver Mercedes that their target had driven earlier that morning.&nbsp; He wouldn't be needing it anymore, so Rahmiel walked out into the deluge toward it.&nbsp; Upon reaching the door, he willed the doors unlocked and slipped into the driver's seat.&nbsp; The engine roared to life upon working a bit of his power over it.&nbsp; Sometimes it was good to be from high places.&nbsp; He backed out of the space and pulled up to the canopy entrance, leaning over and pushing the passenger door open.&nbsp; "Coming Abby?"&nbsp; He lifted an eyebrow.
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				Title: <strong>Re: When Worlds Collide (Ryven &amp; Braioch)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Braioch</strong> on <strong>28-01-2010, 22:21:02</strong>
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				"I'll have you on your back by the end of the night, a week at the most," he smirked as he slid into the car easily, "and no I'm not worried about the Neutrals, just warning you they're none too fond of me still. You have the tendency of paranoia, so I figured I'd be nice and give you fair warning so you could fret about it early on, give you a bit of a warm up."<br><br>He glanced around, "stealing from a dead man eh? Well angels do lack a few principles I see, good to know. Now before I hear another lecture about my damnation and horrid ways, can you drive? Oh and don't drive like an old woman for fuck's sake, I'd like to get there before this century ends."<br><br>He sat back, reaching into his side pocket inside the jacket and pulling out a cigarette and lighting it with a smooth motion. He let the cigarette hang out of his mouth, watching the smoke dangle over his face for a moment. If anything, at least this little trip would throw up a bit of interest in all of the irritation, he didn't exactly expect fanfare and proper bowing from the neutral zone. They weren't exactly pleased with either side, but for all Abbaddon could care, they could kiss his ass and get the hell over it.<br><br>"Ahh come on Feathers, drive already, we have people to see, Neutrals to annoy and so many other things on our laundry list."
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				Title: <strong>Re: When Worlds Collide (Ryven &amp; Braioch)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>29-01-2010, 00:34:42</strong>
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				"Hmph."&nbsp; Rahmiel simply scoffed as he glanced at the other male.&nbsp; He was about to peel off until Abbaddon finally slipped into the car.<br><br>"He gave up any right to own property on this plane when he stepped over to the next, and given that it's being used for a <em>good</em> cause, I see no problem."&nbsp; The angel said.&nbsp; He glanced over to see the demon light up a cigarette.&nbsp; It was a filthy habit that brought to many mortals to an early demise, but he was not one to judge, or at least he kept telling himself that.<br><br>Abbaddon had no sooner finished his sentence when Rahmiel stepped on the gas to make the car speed away.&nbsp; He sped down the streets at more than the legal limit though he made sure to keep an eye out for any of the human's law enforcement.&nbsp; They would prove to be an annoying side-track to their mission.<br><br>The entrance, or rather one of, to the hidden Undercroft was on the other side of the city, so it would be several minutes before they arrived.&nbsp; Rahmiel decided to take lesser traveled back roads to get there as it would attract less attention.<br><br>The entire trip proved to be rather interesting, at least for him.&nbsp; The smell of cigarette ash with a slight undertone of sulfur filled the car.&nbsp; It repulsed him, but he kept sniffing it subtly without pause.&nbsp; It made his skin tingle and set his teeth on edge like the feeling he got just before battle, except...it was different.&nbsp; Yes, Abbaddon annoyed the shit out of him, and he did feel like punching him in the face a few hundred times.&nbsp; However, he didn't feel that urge destroy him that was usually felt.<br><br>Rahmiel glanced over at the demon's lounging body.&nbsp; He certainly chose a rather striking form to take while undercover.&nbsp; The angel was finding himself very curious as to what was under those material coverings.
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				Title: <strong>Re: When Worlds Collide (Ryven &amp; Braioch)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Braioch</strong> on <strong>29-01-2010, 00:46:38</strong>
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				He sat unflinchingly in the passenger seat, watching the city blaze past them. He had to give the angle that much, at least he didn't waste anytime with the driving bit. Though too Abbaddon, Rahmiel was like every angel, as pious and self-righteous as they come, and pretty much just as hypocritical. Neither side really cared about the humans, hell there were demons who had more love for humans than most of the angels. Still he couldn't deny that he wasn't intrigued by the thought of turning that hypocrisy on it's back, or Rahmiel for that matter.<br><br>He smirked as he rolled down the window, letting the cigarette fly out the crack and onto the pavement. He continued to stare out the window, letting things flit through his mind, trying his best to focus on the task ahead of them. It was then that a familiar scent met his nose, and a faint crawling that warmed his body floated into his frame. Well now that was interesting, the proud and noble angel was feeling lust, though probably didn't even know the feeling even though it was staring him in the face. Abbaddon paid heed to it for a moment, letting his mind pick up the few sparse feelings and thoughts that came with it.<br><br>He smirked, "if you want I can just take off my clothes, spare you having to do it with your eyes."<br><br>It was then that he turned his head to look right at the angel, taking in his figure instantly, tapping the side of his head, "don't forget what vices I have dominion over Feathers, I know lust when I feel it. Welcome to a human body, where sin can still happen even if you are originally an otherworldly entity."
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				Title: <strong>Re: When Worlds Collide (Ryven &amp; Braioch)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>29-01-2010, 02:57:24</strong>
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				His mouth fell open in a gasp as the demon turned to stare back at him.&nbsp; Rahmiel immediately turned away to look back at the road.&nbsp; "Hmph...I would never do anything with the likes of you even if I wanted to."&nbsp; The angel quickly replied.<br><br>How could he have been so stupid.&nbsp; In his current form, he was vulnerable to such things.&nbsp; Easily read, as it were.&nbsp; He tried not to pay attention to it, but it still remained in the back of his mind.&nbsp; 'What could it hurt?&nbsp; You're not even being watched right now.'&nbsp; The thoughts came, tempting him.&nbsp; He gritted his teeth and drove on, trying to concentrate on getting to the neutral Undercroft.<br><br>'Why do I have to be so curious?'&nbsp; He questioned himself.&nbsp; He was an angel and should be void of such thoughts, such curiosities, but the notion intrigued him to no end.<br><br>Rahmiel slumped to one side against the door, propping his head on his hand as he drove with the other.&nbsp; Being near the demon wasn't helping either.&nbsp; In the physical form, the demon's lustful aura was creeping up on him, making him react.&nbsp; His heart raced, breathing becoming more rapid.&nbsp; The angel bit his lip a bit as he tried to concentrate, but suddenly, a stirring in his suit pants made him gasp.<br><br>He suddenly pulled into a secluded path off of the side road he'd been taking.&nbsp; Rahmiel opened the door and stepped out, walking away from the car a few paces.&nbsp; There he felt he was able to calm himself.&nbsp; He was away from the demon and could think clearer.
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				Title: <strong>Re: When Worlds Collide (Ryven &amp; Braioch)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Braioch</strong> on <strong>29-01-2010, 03:25:43</strong>
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				He jerked in surprise as the angel steered the car over onto a secluded path and he glanced around bewilderingly. It was when Rahmiel stepped out the car and walked a few feet away that it hit him. He laughed softly under his breath, the angel was like a damn human teenager! He snickered a bit more before he composed himself and pulled himself out of the car. He supposed it would have been prudent to give Rahmiel some of his alone time, but Abbaddon wasn't a patient man.<br><br>He lit another cigarette and marched up next to Rahmiel, giving the angel a moment to know that he was there. He knew damn well what was happening, and he was beyond amused by it. If anything he could hope to take advantage of it as well.<br><br>He set a hand firmly on the angel's shoulders, "look you have to get over this alright? You're in human form, stuck as a matter of fact, you're going to have to deal with human emotions, lust included in there. Not too mention I'm a damn demon built on lust and pride, so that's why you're having such a hard time. So quit fighting both of them and just give into one until you get back to normal, though I think I'd prefer the lust bit over giving into the pride."
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				Title: <strong>Re: When Worlds Collide (Ryven &amp; Braioch)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>29-01-2010, 03:37:52</strong>
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				He was too disturbed to hear the car door open nor the foot steps of the demon walking closer.&nbsp; The smell of cigarette smoke was what hit him first, and a hand landing on his shoulder next.&nbsp; Rahmiel pulled away, walking further to lean against a tree.<br><br>"Don't touch me.&nbsp; I...can't."&nbsp; He simply said as his very nature and new form were conflicting.<br><br>"I can't."&nbsp; He said again as he leaned against the tree more while breathing heavily.&nbsp; The demon had followed only a few steps away.&nbsp; The aura continued to work on him, and the thoughts of what he wished to do kept running through his celestial mind.&nbsp; "Get away....please."&nbsp; He said in panted breaths before sinking to his knees.&nbsp; His will was cracking, and there was nothing he could really do to stop it.<br><br>"Please don't...d-don't."&nbsp; He sank to his knees against the tree, one hand covering his face while the other held the tree for support.
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				Title: <strong>Re: When Worlds Collide (Ryven &amp; Braioch)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Braioch</strong> on <strong>29-01-2010, 03:51:27</strong>
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				Though he didn't mind, he couldn't help but feel an amused smirk dance across his face, the lust was practically saturating the air. He wanted to pump some pheremones into the air but he didn't exactly want to overload the angel, that would be counter productive. Instead he let him calm down just a hair's worth before walking over to him.<br><br>He trailed a hand down the angel's chest, feeling the muscle hidden beneath the fabric of his clothes. He smiled again, oh he would definitely want in on this quite soon. From the looks of it, that wouldn't be that difficult of a task either. The angel looked about ready to pop, at least one way or another he was. Abbaddon just wanted to be the one to make him do so.<br><br>"Dude, you need to relax a bit, let it work into your system," his voice went smooth as silk, though it held an underlying tone of husky and want enriched as well, "you fight it too much and you're just going to hurt yourself. It's easier to deal with if you stop fighting it so much."
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				Title: <strong>Re: When Worlds Collide (Ryven &amp; Braioch)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>29-01-2010, 19:48:27</strong>
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				Rahmiel tensed when the demon's hand slipped down his cloth-covered chest.&nbsp; "Don't."&nbsp; He said flatly as he began to regain his composure.&nbsp; "Can't you turn that off..."&nbsp; He said in a strained breath before began to stand again.&nbsp; The angel straightened his tie and then nodded to the car.&nbsp; "Let's go.&nbsp; No vice right now..."&nbsp; Rahmiel said.&nbsp; It wasn't an acceptance to what the demon wanted, but it wasn't a denial either.&nbsp; He found himself stepping closer to mortal pleasure, and the idea sent a shiver through his form.<br><br>He walked back and slipped back into the car.&nbsp; With a little will of his power, he was able to keep the demon's aura at bay though he couldn't keep that up forever.&nbsp; It was draining to use such abilities for the moment.&nbsp; Unlucky for him, it seemed the demon's aura was rather...natural.<br><br>The angel backed the car back out onto the road and sped off again, this time with less distraction.&nbsp; They were halfway there and couldn't afford to lose anymore time.&nbsp; It seemed the sky was darkening more, and it would be night soon...when the veil thinned.&nbsp; They hadn't much time.
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				Title: <strong>Re: When Worlds Collide (Ryven &amp; Braioch)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Braioch</strong> on <strong>29-01-2010, 20:59:43</strong>
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				He snorted in amusement, unable to really contain how interesting he found all of this. It seems that it fell true for angels as well as humans, everyone had to get laid eventually, or lose their damn minds. He let the angel recover himself mostly, since it was a lost cause otherwise with him. He wasn't getting anywhere just yet with him, but there was a definite crack in that armor.<br><br>"No I can't turn it off, it's part of me after all, you have your virtue, I have my vice, get over it. Suck it up...literally if you want."<br><br>He spoke the last part with a smirk as he slid into the car without a further word. He knew full well he should be focused on the job at hand and ready to get back where he belonged. What he was working up to doing could actually get them both into a lot of trouble. Though from the looks of it, they were hidden from their respective places as it was, couldn't see and couldn't be seen. Plus this was just too tempting to not do, how many demons had the chance to bring an angel down to such a degrading (in the angel's opinion anywas) level. He was a demon after all, it was kind of his thing to do things he wasn't supposed too.<br><br>"Ahh don't worry Feathers, you'll learn, or drive yourself nuts, whatever comes first."
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				Title: <strong>Re: When Worlds Collide (Ryven &amp; Braioch)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>02-02-2010, 21:47:08</strong>
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				He simply ignored the rest of the demon's comments, allowing the rest of the drive to go by without much more interruption.&nbsp; As the sun dipped below the horizon, Rahmiel maneuvered the car down a side street.&nbsp; The buildings here looked worn down, and only a few had lights on within.&nbsp; A corner store across the street held an ominous glow within, and it's 'Open' sign flickered in and out of neon orange life to attract any street dwellers that might pass by.&nbsp; A man in a large overcoat and hat stood outside with a cigarette held between lips too veiled by the shadow to be seen.&nbsp; His hand moved up to take the cancerous tobacco from his mouth while he doubled over in a wracking cough.&nbsp; Rahmiel could see that the man had long since given up on forgiveness.&nbsp; His live was nothing more than an attempt to get by until the end of his days when Azrael or his agents would collect him.<br><br>This part of town was dingy and dank.&nbsp; The rain did nothing but shower it in cold tears to wet the weathered structures with boarded up windows.&nbsp; The gutters had detritus from days long since passed because no one cared enough.&nbsp; The car looked almost out of place on the street.<br><br>Rahmiel killed the engine and looked over at Abbaddon.&nbsp; The alley with the entrance to the Undercroft was just beside them littered with wet trash.&nbsp; A grey cat scavenged for its meal, scampering after something before disappearing into the darkness.&nbsp; That would be the only display of grace these parts might see.&nbsp; "Ready?"&nbsp; It was probably unnecessary to ask, but his angelic nature made him care far too much even for the demon in man's skin beside him.<br><br>He pulled the car door open, leaving it unlocked as it was no concern for him what happened to it.&nbsp; It was material and therefore beyond him to place value in.&nbsp; The keys weren't even used in it though so it was unlikely that it would be stolen.<br><br>The rain beat down softly on his well styled hair.&nbsp; It beaded and ran down the side of his head to wet the shoulders of his suit before falling to the ground.&nbsp; He walked to the sidewalk, peering into the alley for a moment thoughtfully.&nbsp; There were only a handful of times he'd been to the Undercroft, and this would be another.&nbsp; His last was centuries ago when he needed to question a Fey who had unknowingly been dealing in the trafficking of souls.&nbsp; He was welcomed then as much as a leper.<br><br>Rahmiel turned to Abbaddon again, waiting for him.&nbsp; They would need to go in together.&nbsp; Seeking help from Neutrals wasn't easy.&nbsp; They valued staying out of conflict and to remain left alone.&nbsp; Seeing that both sides had a stake in what was happening would be beneficial since they wouldn't be helping one side or the other, but instead, both.
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				Title: <strong>Re: When Worlds Collide (Ryven &amp; Braioch)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Braioch</strong> on <strong>04-02-2010, 23:20:38</strong>
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				He so did love the filthier parts of cities, though he couldn't deny a love for the 'cleaner' portions of it either. He drummed on the door beside him as he watched different parts of the city go by. He could smell the desperation, the rage, the hate, and more importantly the lust. Here cheap flings, easy hook ups and dirty deeds were made, discovered and finished in some ratty run down room in some fleabag motel or back alley. <br><br>He knew well enough that Rahmiel was probably having a proverbial heart attack, or more like a fit of nausea. To Abbaddon, it was more like feeling how alive this city was. He wasn't a demon who loathed humans, or detested them in anyway. They were too much damn fun to despise, and they had so much going for them. What else but a human mind could come up with so many fantastic things like they had, he had to admit that a lot of his added ideas for his activities were born from the human minds that he plucked. They were so inventive with what they did, even with sin they found ever new ways to sin. Still they were mere mortals, small things in the grand scheme of things, interesting as they were, and fun, they were still toys in the end.<br><br>When Rahmiel had finally brought them to the point where they had to go, Abbaddon slid out of the car with barely a glance around. They were close and he had a strong feeling that they wouldn't exactly be met with the warmest of welcomes either. Neither side were welcome, some stupid thing about not taking sides, still they could learn a little something called hospitality. He smirked at the thought of the ever neutral Feys greeting them with warm hugs and serving tea and cookies, perhaps it should be hot chocolate instead.<br><br>He shooed a stray dog that came sniffing at his heels away, filthy animal can beg for scraps elsewhere as he glanced at Rahmiel, "well, let's get this show on the road already, I do think I've had enough gawking and filler for one day."
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				Title: <strong>Re: When Worlds Collide (Ryven &amp; Braioch)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>05-02-2010, 21:18:37</strong>
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				Rahmiel simply smirked and turned towards the alley and began to walk.&nbsp; He made his way between the two buildings, examining the refuse now soggy wet with the rain.&nbsp; The cat that had scampered off peered at him from behind a bag of trash, and deep within the animal's eyes, he saw that it knew what he was.&nbsp; Humans were blessed with the oblivious nature of logic.&nbsp; Such things like himself or Abbaddon did not exist, but animals remained untouched throughout the ages.&nbsp; Their sixth sense and proximity to the fringe of this world made them all too aware.<br><br>He walked back, deep into the alley where the only light that seemed to show down was from an opposite window one floor up which seemed to be some poor woman's kitchen.&nbsp; The sound of an old <em>Leave it to Beaver</em> episode could be heard over the spatter of rain drops.&nbsp; Whoever was inside was blissfully unaware that they lived so close to an extra-dimensional portal.<br><br>The two men came upon a rather dingy looking door.&nbsp; It's black painted finish had worn away in places to reveal the rusty orange tinge of the weathered metal beneath.&nbsp; There was no handle to the door, but simply a doorway.<br><br>"I hope I can remember how to do this."&nbsp; The angel simply said before bringing his palm to the door.&nbsp; It was cold to the touch, but as soon as Rahmiel's hand made contact, the cold feeling dispersed.&nbsp; His hand pushed through the metal as if it was not there at all, and slowly, the angel walked forward through the door.&nbsp; Illusions were funny things, and the Neutrals loved them.&nbsp; They were so real and yet made of nothing.<br><br>He found himself in a circular anti-chamber made of the same rusty metal as the door.&nbsp; The ceiling slanted upward from all sides as if he was in some kind of silo, and at the center was a single light, flickering in the coppery scented darkness.&nbsp; Across from the entrance was a dark hallway which led deeper into the Undercroft.&nbsp; There they would find the denizens of this world.&nbsp; That which lived between reality and the far-fetched.&nbsp; Werewolves, vampires, elves, and the like all dwelled there beneath the veil of reality.&nbsp; Out of sight, out of mind was the way they chose to live, and it was a good thing for them.&nbsp; Any glimpse of them to the human eye might stir curiosity.&nbsp; All the tales of such things were usually true, and that meant that these creatures were just as deadly as they were made out to be.
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				Title: <strong>Re: When Worlds Collide (Ryven &amp; Braioch)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Braioch</strong> on <strong>09-02-2010, 20:51:46</strong>
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				His eyes shifted around the room, catching glimpses of a few curious onlookers. Despite their truly neutral stance, the Fey were pretty much curious creatures as well. He supposed that this was what drew them to stay so closely to the mortal realm. Here they could watch the ever fascinating humans pass by, going about their daily lives, and never be the wiser. Of course there was more than one occasion where they ventured out into the mortal realm and would have to be put back into their place. Nowadays though, with the modern mind, it was easier for them to fit in, or at least hide. Hell even if they were spotted and seen as something outside the realm of 'normal' humans with their ever logical minds would just pass it off as nothing, or just try to validate it in some way that made sense to them.<br><br>It wasn't like centuries before where humans saw angels, demons and all kinds of beasts everywhere that they looked. Those had been tumultuous times for both sides at times, especially for those who had to work more directly. You couldn't get much work done with humans pointing fingers at you and alerting a whole horde of them to your presence. It wasn't that they had a good system for detecting the supernatural, or at least a working one. In those days they just merely pointed fingers at anyone who acted oddly, accusing them of devil worship and witchcraft and all kinds of dark things that were often just normal humans with an ailment, an odd personality quirk, or just a plain insane person.<br><br>Still this was a place for them to remain, to be themselves without having to hide themselves. A thought occurred to him as he stood there, glancing over at Rahmiel for a moment. He wondered if perhaps everything had been taken from them or if they still had somethings. He closed his eyes and shifted his mind down, calling on his true form. He felt a blaze of heat, his skin melting and morphing and then when he opened his eyes, everything looked a bit different. He looked down, his true form meeting his gaze.<br><br>He shook his head, letting the ever smoldering tresses of his hair shake for a moment in the air as he stretched, "well it seems we still have our true forms, but I doubt we have the same amount of strength and powers. Guess they couldn't take what's truly ours, just what we're given by other sources, good to know."
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				Title: <strong>Re: When Worlds Collide (Ryven &amp; Braioch)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>11-02-2010, 21:38:26</strong>
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				Rahmiel looked around for a moment, taking note of the couple of Fey sitting at the edge of the room.&nbsp; They were the lowest of the castes.&nbsp; Faeries and sprites.&nbsp; Mischief makers of both the Neutrals and the mortals.&nbsp; They would wisp around under the guise of insects and birds while they stole trinkets or anything that seemed of interest.&nbsp; Usually, they would stay out of the way of the other Neutrals, but sometimes it seemed their inability to control themselves became a bit too much.&nbsp; That was when they were punished.&nbsp; One of the faeries sat hunched over, leaning on one arm.&nbsp; The signature insect like wings that sprouted from its back had been torn away.&nbsp; It was the standard judgment for their kind.&nbsp; Now, the poor creature remained ever destined to be grounded.<br><br>As the angel turned his head to Abbaddon, he saw the demon concentrating, and it wasn't until he saw the change begin that Rahmiel gasped and tried to stop the demon.&nbsp; "Wai-"&nbsp; He tried to say, but the heat radiating from the other male heightened, his skin changed as well as most of his other features.&nbsp; His skin was now dark and many dark blades hung from his body, some burning brightly and other simply razor sharp.&nbsp; Rahmiel sighed.<br><br>"That was a foolish thing to do.&nbsp; You didn't know if it would work or not."&nbsp; Rahmiel stated.&nbsp; "Still...it is good to know.&nbsp; At least they wont be surprised when we walk deeper."<br><br>It was the angel's turn to reveal himself.&nbsp; Rahmiel removed his jacket, dropping it to the floor before his fingers began to undo the buttons of his shirt.&nbsp; He pulled that open as well and then slipped it off to reveal a smooth, sculpted chest and pale-ish skin.&nbsp; The angel closed his eyes for a moment, concentrating on his form.&nbsp; Bright white light began to emanate from his back.&nbsp; It's intensity grew to fill the chamber.&nbsp; A form took shape in two places, growing and morphing out of his perfect skin.&nbsp; Wings of light were the result of the shifting brightness, and as the light dimmed, feathery white wings were left sprouting from the man's back almost the size of the man himself.&nbsp; His skin had also changed slightly, taking on a slight golden tinge, and his eyes were now just radiating blue light from each socket.<br><br>He flexed his wings to stretch them, and they nearly bumped the ceiling of the chamber in doing so.&nbsp; After he pulled them back toward himself, Rahmiel turned to Abbaddon and smirked.&nbsp; "Shall we?"&nbsp; He gestured to the stairs leading downward.
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				Title: <strong>Re: When Worlds Collide (Ryven &amp; Braioch)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Braioch</strong> on <strong>12-02-2010, 22:03:43</strong>
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				He took a step back when the wings appeared, turning his head after that to avoid the bright light, "angels, always with the flashing light and the overwhelming holiness, sheesh, worse show offs than some of us."<br><br>He smiled, pleased to hear the dark and smoldering tone that came with his natural form, it was good to hear his voice again, he raised a metal claw covered hand and clacked them together, "well Feathers, now that the name definitely fits, there's no point in not having tried it after all. They already knew what we are and there is little point in concealing it, at least this way if they start something we're better equipped to defend ourselves."<br><br>Neutral territory wasn't exactly known for it's overt hostility, mainly they were just assholes. They weren't exactly prone to attacking one side or the other, seeing as how that would cause a rise out of either respective side, and he seriously doubted the Fey wanted a war with either realm. When it came down to it, they knew little of battle, of war, and both angel's and demons were fully capable of fighting. Hell they'd been doing so with one another for eons, they were well practiced. A war was outside of their realm of wants, of that he was sure. <br><br>Still he knew well enough that once they had explained their predicament, the Fey would realize that they weren't exactly tied to their respective realms anymore. Being cut off would have it's disadvantage in that attacking them here wouldn't exactly get them in any immediate trouble, if at all. They could easily get away with it if they managed to destroy the two of them, neither heaven or hell would know the difference, or be able to trace the blame to the Fey. He wasn't keen on fighting, he preferred other methods to defeating an opponent other than brute force, but he was no slouch in battle, and he would fight if it came to that.<br><br>He glanced down the stairs, the blades on his body singing through the air as he turned and began walking down them, "yes, yes, of course, let's get this over with then. Let us see how far their need for balance takes them."
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				Title: <strong>Re: When Worlds Collide (Ryven &amp; Braioch)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>16-02-2010, 23:54:16</strong>
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				He raised one golden eyebrow above a blue lit eye.&nbsp; "Oh come now, Abby.&nbsp; Don't act like that.&nbsp; You used to be a bearer of wings just like these, remember?"&nbsp; He teased the demon.&nbsp; Rahmiel too noticed that his voice had changed.&nbsp; It was now more wispy and ethereal along with his normal tone.&nbsp; It was nice, but nothing compared to the Metatron.&nbsp; That voice could soothe even the most savage of souls.<br><br>"I know that, but given our current state, better safe than sorry.&nbsp; Still, there's no going back now.&nbsp; We should capitalize on our fortune."&nbsp; The angel said, making sound as if he'd had some part in all the discovery that they were not as destitute on this plane as it seemed.<br><br>"Mm..."&nbsp; He nodded to the demon before following behind him.&nbsp; The stairway was narrow and damp.&nbsp; His wings brushed against the walls a few times, but it was not impossible to get through.&nbsp; As they descended, the sound of what sounded like a bustling city could be heard.&nbsp; A minute longer and they reached a landing.&nbsp; It was lit with a dim overhead light that flickered much like the one prior.&nbsp; An archway to their left opened up into a great underground metropolis.&nbsp; <br><br>It was the epitome of modern meets middle-ages.&nbsp; Strings of lights were strewn across the sky from building to building creating a makeshift night sky under the damp cavernous ceiling.&nbsp; Some of the buildings looked much like modern day skyscrapers while others seemed to be mere hovels.&nbsp; The streets were not crowded, but they were busy with a few walkers.&nbsp; These weren't your average residents though.&nbsp; One female close by sprouted pointed ears and a slightly elongated face.&nbsp; Her features were clean and rounded.&nbsp; An elf.&nbsp; She had not spotted the two of them yet.&nbsp; It was going to be rather a surprise to the residents here when the angel and demon did show themselves.<br><br>Rahmiel turned toward the demon.&nbsp; "The Fey have in their power ways of seeing things we cannot.&nbsp; They are tied to this realm where as we only exert force into it.&nbsp; We must find some way of locating what has caused, first the murder, then our other problem.&nbsp; I wonder if we might find an oracle here.&nbsp; That might do the trick."&nbsp; The angel said as he turned away to look back at the street.&nbsp; The elf had begun to walk toward them though it was unclear if she had seen them yet.
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				Title: <strong>Re: When Worlds Collide (Ryven &amp; Braioch)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Braioch</strong> on <strong>24-02-2010, 22:41:46</strong>
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				"Last I checked," he smirked, "I gave up my wings for something a bit better, and considerably less annoying Feathers, so yes I remember, just as annoying now as they were then."<br><br>It wasn't so much that he hated the other side on sight, ok well he kind of did. He didn't really mind his and his brothers exile so much as being treated like the trash of the cosmos. It wasn't as if the angels gave a shit about the mortals anyways, they just used them as a convenient excuse to hate demons. Abbaddon was quite sure that the angels, or at least some of them, coveted the freedom to do as one pleased that Demons were allowed. There were few things that Demons weren't allowed to do as it was.<br><br>He eyed around when they reached the landing, noting that it hadn't much changed since the last time he'd been here. He glanced over at Rahmiel and snorted audibly, "I know very well how it works around here, and if pointy ears there ever notices us at least we'll see some energy around here. Damn place is always so low key most of the time, it's a damn wonder that they get anything done."<br><br>He winced at the name of oracles, he did hate oracles. Especially since most of them he had had some form of interaction with over the years, "any of them you have in mind then?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: When Worlds Collide (Ryven &amp; Braioch)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>26-02-2010, 00:48:53</strong>
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				Rahmiel could only chuckle at the statement.&nbsp; Last he checked, Abbaddon's wings weren't so much given up as snatched from his betraying back.&nbsp; He decided not to go into it though.&nbsp; Any further delays were not really helpful in their current situation.&nbsp; <br><br>"I do not mean to start trouble.&nbsp; Just because we reveal ourselves does not mean a fight will start.&nbsp; However, we cannot rule out any coldness they may give us.&nbsp; Either way, be on your guard."&nbsp; He said before continuing.<br><br>"We could go to Pythia.&nbsp; She's one of the oldest and would most likely be able to send us in the right direction."&nbsp; The angel said.<br><br>The elf had now approached very close, continuing still, and as she walked passed the archway.&nbsp; She paused a moment, seeing the two of them their.&nbsp; Her large almond eyes widened a bit before a rather malevolent sneer appeared on her face.&nbsp; Some words she spoke in Elvish which both the extraplanar beings could understand given their knowledge of the world.<br><br>"You two are not welcome here.&nbsp; Go back...now!"&nbsp; She urged, brandishing a long finger toward the stairs.
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				Title: <strong>Re: When Worlds Collide (Ryven &amp; Braioch)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Braioch</strong> on <strong>19-03-2010, 22:46:24</strong>
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				He sighed, "I don't think I need to be told to let down my guard thanks Feathers, I do believe I can handle that much at least."<br><br>His brow raised at that name 'Pythia' as they stood there. Not his favorite of oracles, but then again most of them weren't. Still if he had to go to one of them, she would be the one he would choose above all else. What Rahmiel said was true, she above all others would be the one to send them in the right direction, with perhaps the right intent even, but then again it would be a bonus of doing it in a civil way as well. Oracles were a bit notorious for telling half-truths, leaving out important details, especially those who were neutral. They didn't want to throw off the supposed balance or anything like that, no, better to make their jobs more difficult than it already was.<br><br>"Yeah, I suppose that she would make the best choice, if she hasn't gone completely batty that is, otherwise we're fucked, and not in the way I would prefer."<br><br>He made to grin when the Elven woman and her words caught his attention. His brow furrowed, seems their welcoming committee was anything but welcoming. He always hated Elves, they were usually the most haughty and arrogant of the Neutral realm, or at least they had been to him and his kind. As a demon who spent most of his time working on the mortal realm, he had had more than his fair share of interaction with the Neutral Plane of existence, so Elves were nothing new to him.<br><br>He sighed again, rubbing his forehead, "that's nice dear," speaking to the Elven woman, "but we don't have time for your hostilities or your issues with us for that matter. Leave us be, and we'll be out of your hair in no time without a problem, and you won't even know we were here after this." <br>
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