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tampered2007-04-26 07:27 pm
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Log; ongoing
When; Today, er, after lunch?
Rating; PG-13/R for character's death.
Characters; Setsuna (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
not_alexiel), Sara (guardiansin), Kira (noswordjokesplz) and Kirie (angelic_fangirl). Maybe Uriel at the end?
Summary; To "save" the world that was destroyed anyway, Kirie wants to offer the "noble sacrifice" of her dearest Sara-chan.Maybe even the powerless Messiah! Only she didn't count of that pesky, overprotective best friend who is following them. If Kirie wanted to protect the world, might as well become the sacrifice, right? ♥
Log;
Since yesterday Kirie had waited patiently from a small abandoned shop a block away from the Firehouse. Her aura was weak and likely went unnoticed by the high angels who fretted about curses, illness or the end of the worlds.
Again.
She remained ever vigilant, surrounded by scattered manikins she had practiced her aim with. The angel brushed a strand of her hair, knotted the black ribbon around her wrist and grinned at the sight of the door of the Firehouse finally opening.
This wasn't an evil deed. Sara was the type of person who should have martyred herself. She just needed a little push towards the right direction.
Rating; PG-13/R for character's death.
Characters; Setsuna (
not_alexiel), Sara (guardiansin), Kira (noswordjokesplz) and Kirie (angelic_fangirl). Maybe Uriel at the end?Summary; To "save" the world that was destroyed anyway, Kirie wants to offer the "noble sacrifice" of her dearest Sara-chan.
Log;
Since yesterday Kirie had waited patiently from a small abandoned shop a block away from the Firehouse. Her aura was weak and likely went unnoticed by the high angels who fretted about curses, illness or the end of the worlds.
Again.
She remained ever vigilant, surrounded by scattered manikins she had practiced her aim with. The angel brushed a strand of her hair, knotted the black ribbon around her wrist and grinned at the sight of the door of the Firehouse finally opening.
This wasn't an evil deed. Sara was the type of person who should have martyred herself. She just needed a little push towards the right direction.