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tampered2006-09-02 10:01 pm
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Log; ongoing
When; Evening, 1st September.
Rating; PG-13 (for now).
Characters; Fuuma, Lucifer, Alexiel (maybe Rosiel & Katan, that depends if we are going to log this together or apart).
Summary; Fuuma wants to meet Lucifer. Upon Belial’s suggestion, he follows Alexiel to find him.
Log;
For most, losing their powers today was torture, they felt bare and fragile without possibility of defend themselves. But for Alexiel, to live without the constant peril of restarting Creation or any other disaster if she just slipped her control a bit, it was a small vacation.
Certainly, she was concerned who got her powers (and if that person would be able to unlock the self-sealed abilities of Rosiel and the Adam Kadmon she had forced within herself to avoid further worries) but the giddiness of being human without the curse of miserable life and horrible death that had haunted her for eons, was refreshing.
That morning, without saying a word, the fair, former angel dressed in her plain, white robe and wrapped her frame with a brown cloak. They would sense it, her fellow angels and Lucifer, detect her aura was gone or change. But she would have fun first.
They could not detect where she was, not now that Alexiel had become one more human in the crowd. It was better she left the Cathedral, knowing what type of loved ones she kept with her. As much she loved them, they were possessive and disturbing.
Alexiel went to the Cafe, listened to idle talks for hours then tried to read a book in the library. Lastly, near sundown, she took a walk through the beach, bare feet to feel the cold water washing her skin and the spray-filled waves perfuming her with salt.
She had been alone and with such peace that nearly made all her wars, all the blood that she had spilled across the battlefield and thing of a distant past, a dream and not reality. An evening in Xanadu Garden would be a great way to finish her little escapade from reality that was of course, until she noticed that someone was following her.
Discretely, Alexiel glanced over her shoulder as she strolled, recognizing the tall man as Fuuma. Kamui’s Fuuma. Perhaps he found out about Kamui’s lessons with me? she thought, keeping her pace normal, there was no agitation in her walk even after the recognition of a possible threat. While she did not care about dying, she knew Lucifer would and could trigger many unpleasant events for people she protected.
A moment of selfishness did not justify that sacrifice.
Thus, Alexiel decided to bid farewell to a quiet evening in the gardens and crossed the street, heading to the gothic Cathedral her brethren and monsters have turned into their nest.
Rating; PG-13 (for now).
Characters; Fuuma, Lucifer, Alexiel (maybe Rosiel & Katan, that depends if we are going to log this together or apart).
Summary; Fuuma wants to meet Lucifer. Upon Belial’s suggestion, he follows Alexiel to find him.
Log;
For most, losing their powers today was torture, they felt bare and fragile without possibility of defend themselves. But for Alexiel, to live without the constant peril of restarting Creation or any other disaster if she just slipped her control a bit, it was a small vacation.
Certainly, she was concerned who got her powers (and if that person would be able to unlock the self-sealed abilities of Rosiel and the Adam Kadmon she had forced within herself to avoid further worries) but the giddiness of being human without the curse of miserable life and horrible death that had haunted her for eons, was refreshing.
That morning, without saying a word, the fair, former angel dressed in her plain, white robe and wrapped her frame with a brown cloak. They would sense it, her fellow angels and Lucifer, detect her aura was gone or change. But she would have fun first.
They could not detect where she was, not now that Alexiel had become one more human in the crowd. It was better she left the Cathedral, knowing what type of loved ones she kept with her. As much she loved them, they were possessive and disturbing.
Alexiel went to the Cafe, listened to idle talks for hours then tried to read a book in the library. Lastly, near sundown, she took a walk through the beach, bare feet to feel the cold water washing her skin and the spray-filled waves perfuming her with salt.
She had been alone and with such peace that nearly made all her wars, all the blood that she had spilled across the battlefield and thing of a distant past, a dream and not reality. An evening in Xanadu Garden would be a great way to finish her little escapade from reality that was of course, until she noticed that someone was following her.
Discretely, Alexiel glanced over her shoulder as she strolled, recognizing the tall man as Fuuma. Kamui’s Fuuma. Perhaps he found out about Kamui’s lessons with me? she thought, keeping her pace normal, there was no agitation in her walk even after the recognition of a possible threat. While she did not care about dying, she knew Lucifer would and could trigger many unpleasant events for people she protected.
A moment of selfishness did not justify that sacrifice.
Thus, Alexiel decided to bid farewell to a quiet evening in the gardens and crossed the street, heading to the gothic Cathedral her brethren and monsters have turned into their nest.
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“I think, Four Wings, we need to make clear something,” she snapped proudly. “You can’t order me around. I am free to do what I please when I please as I please. If you continue with this attitude, I will treat you as my servant again, Nanatsusaya.” Her attention then focused on Fuuma. She straightened her posture, standing beside Lucifer. She was not afraid to hide behind him.
So, he doesn’t know after all.
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Fingers slid over her own where she held him, stroking the back of her hand as one would soothe an angered beast. "I worried for you." And he had, though he would never repeat his words.
Then looked over Fuuma again, there was something... about him.