Damien Cypher
((Orly nao? shweet! **Oh Really now? Sweet!** *looks around for the echo*))
Damien sits inside the shop twiddling his thumbs idly, wishing something would happen that was exciting. He had been hanging around this shop for some time, but they just haven't been stocking up on any of these angels and devils.
Damien sits inside the shop twiddling his thumbs idly, wishing something would happen that was exciting. He had been hanging around this shop for some time, but they just haven't been stocking up on any of these angels and devils.
Neri of Tinros
(Crazy kitty. xd )
Neri sat in the TOYS shop on a random chair. The owner didn't seem to be around, so she didn't think he would mind her hanging out there. In case he came and was angry that she was there unsupervised, she had brought a large box of chocolate chip cookies she had made herself.
Jatham lounged on the countertop in his one-foot-tall form, bored since no one was there except for Neri and Rhodri. He lay on his back, staring up at the ceiling.
Rhodri was at the other end of the counter, staying away from Jatham. Just because he was only six inches, and couldn't grow to human size, Jatham always teased him. But Neri had said that someday, he might be able to be as tall as Jatham... Rhodri thought about this as he sat on the edge of the counter, swinging his legs.
Neri sat in the TOYS shop on a random chair. The owner didn't seem to be around, so she didn't think he would mind her hanging out there. In case he came and was angry that she was there unsupervised, she had brought a large box of chocolate chip cookies she had made herself.
Jatham lounged on the countertop in his one-foot-tall form, bored since no one was there except for Neri and Rhodri. He lay on his back, staring up at the ceiling.
Rhodri was at the other end of the counter, staying away from Jatham. Just because he was only six inches, and couldn't grow to human size, Jatham always teased him. But Neri had said that someday, he might be able to be as tall as Jatham... Rhodri thought about this as he sat on the edge of the counter, swinging his legs.
Neri of Tinros
Neri made an odd sound that sounded like a squeak when she realized there was someone else in the shop. "Damien!" she said, grinning when she realized who it was.
Tymiko the Pirate Girl
((*pounces Sunfire* ^^ heart ))
As Raham entered the shop, he felt the strangest sensations. Radiant auras mixed with the tainted shadows and he could sense the other immortals. However, there didn't seem to be any in sight. Not at the moment, anyway.
Raham knew that angels only came to earth when they were sent or had some task to carry out. Demons, on the other hand, were quite numerous. After all, their only goal was to currupt the hearts and minds of all mortals on earth. Surley for so many immortals to be present at once, there had to be humans for them to attend to.
However, as he enetered, the only being Raham noticed was a young man sitting boredly.
Passively, he greeted, "Good morning, Damien." The thought hadn't even occurred to him that they hadn't been introduced. To Raham, who rarely strayed from heaven, it seemed only natural that angels' business included the knowledge of all mortal names. After all, it was there, written clearly in his mind.
As Raham entered the shop, he felt the strangest sensations. Radiant auras mixed with the tainted shadows and he could sense the other immortals. However, there didn't seem to be any in sight. Not at the moment, anyway.
Raham knew that angels only came to earth when they were sent or had some task to carry out. Demons, on the other hand, were quite numerous. After all, their only goal was to currupt the hearts and minds of all mortals on earth. Surley for so many immortals to be present at once, there had to be humans for them to attend to.
However, as he enetered, the only being Raham noticed was a young man sitting boredly.
Passively, he greeted, "Good morning, Damien." The thought hadn't even occurred to him that they hadn't been introduced. To Raham, who rarely strayed from heaven, it seemed only natural that angels' business included the knowledge of all mortal names. After all, it was there, written clearly in his mind.
Damien Cypher
Damien waved to Neri and stood up. He then looked at Raham with questioning eyes...how did this person know who he was? He never met him before, for sure...he was definently an odd one, to say the least. He answered warily "Hello, stranger. Who might you be?"
Tymiko the Pirate Girl
At the sound of a second voice, Raham turned - and noted the two immortals lingering about an excited girl. One, an angel like himself, though considerably smaller than normal. The other was a demon of animal characteristics.
"Neri," he spoke softly under his breath, naming the girl. He didn't feel it was necessary to pry into the minds of the angel and demon, however. They'd probably notice as Raham still wasn't as skilled in inconspicuously sensing immortal thoughts as he was with humans.
"Neri," he spoke softly under his breath, naming the girl. He didn't feel it was necessary to pry into the minds of the angel and demon, however. They'd probably notice as Raham still wasn't as skilled in inconspicuously sensing immortal thoughts as he was with humans.
Neri of Tinros
Neri fell off her chair when Raham entered, but she made sure the cookies were safe. "Eeep! Who're you? No wait, I remeber you! You're Tymiko's angel!"
Rhodri looked up at the mention of an angel, and his eyes widened. It was another one of those crazy/creepy ones.
Jatham raised his eyebrows as he pulled himself into a sitting position. "Hey there, everyone," he said, including Damien and Raham (and Sun?).
Rhodri looked up at the mention of an angel, and his eyes widened. It was another one of those crazy/creepy ones.
Jatham raised his eyebrows as he pulled himself into a sitting position. "Hey there, everyone," he said, including Damien and Raham (and Sun?).
Tymiko the Pirate Girl
((*blinks at Rhodri* o_o Creepy, crazy ones? What do you mean? My Raham's a prefectly good angel, thank you very much!))
Calmly, Raham allowed himself a serene smile as he turned to the girl with the baked goods, presumably made by her. "I'm afraid I'm not sure what you speak of. I was sent here from Heaven in order to retrieve something that fell to Earth just last night. After I find it, I must return."
His clear, emotionless eyes flickered at Rhodri and he continued. "I am not one of those sent to speak as guardians for you mortals, if that is what you are presuming. Angels bound on Earth haven't been very effective in the past against the demons."
So saying, Raham stared at Jatham, who had just greeted them all. "You wouldn't have happened to have seen the fallen magic jewel, have you, demon?"
Calmly, Raham allowed himself a serene smile as he turned to the girl with the baked goods, presumably made by her. "I'm afraid I'm not sure what you speak of. I was sent here from Heaven in order to retrieve something that fell to Earth just last night. After I find it, I must return."
His clear, emotionless eyes flickered at Rhodri and he continued. "I am not one of those sent to speak as guardians for you mortals, if that is what you are presuming. Angels bound on Earth haven't been very effective in the past against the demons."
So saying, Raham stared at Jatham, who had just greeted them all. "You wouldn't have happened to have seen the fallen magic jewel, have you, demon?"
Damien Cypher
Damien's eyebrows rose at what this man knew...how he knew Neri and he both, Damien was not sure. He walked up to the man warily and stared at him right in the eyes. "You are not a normal human, are you?" He resisted the urge to ask 'What are you?', but he did not. Such things would cause conflict, and that was the LAST thing he needed.
Tymiko the Pirate Girl
Raham, realizing he hadn't thought to speak as though he were a human himself, suddenly adopted a troubled expression.
However, it vanished as soon as it had come, replaced with a thin smile, meeting Damien's gaze. "You are wise. But then, I have been careless. After all...this is the first time I've been sent down to Earth." He looked up at the empty shop shelves, then at Jatham and Rhodri.
Reading the question in his eyes so strongly thought by the young man, Raham decided to answer it. It seemed he owed him an answer.
"I am one of them," he explained, gesturing to the pair. "An immortal not of this world. A celestial being of the heavens referred to as angels sometimes by humans."
However, it vanished as soon as it had come, replaced with a thin smile, meeting Damien's gaze. "You are wise. But then, I have been careless. After all...this is the first time I've been sent down to Earth." He looked up at the empty shop shelves, then at Jatham and Rhodri.
Reading the question in his eyes so strongly thought by the young man, Raham decided to answer it. It seemed he owed him an answer.
"I am one of them," he explained, gesturing to the pair. "An immortal not of this world. A celestial being of the heavens referred to as angels sometimes by humans."
Neri of Tinros
Jatham smirked at both Raham and Damien. "Did you figure that out all by yourself, 'Damien'?" he asked, using the name Neri and the angel had used. "And really, Goldie, if I had seen a magic jewel, do you think I would tell you?"
Neri grabbed Jatham and put him on her left shoulder, then grabbed Rhodri and set him on her right. Both made noises of displeasure, being grabbed wasn't fun. "If you say so... Why would you need a fallen jewel, anyways?"
Rhodri got into a comfortable sitting position. "Maybe he's not really an angel. Maybe he's a thief in disguise and wants to steal it. I would be careful if I were you, Neri."
Jatham snorted and rolled his eyes. "Shyeah right. And maybe you've got wood shavings for brains." He jumped off Neri's shoulder and landed on the ground, growing to his full height. He put an arm around Neri's shoulders. "Who's Tymiko?"
Neri grabbed Jatham and put him on her left shoulder, then grabbed Rhodri and set him on her right. Both made noises of displeasure, being grabbed wasn't fun. "If you say so... Why would you need a fallen jewel, anyways?"
Rhodri got into a comfortable sitting position. "Maybe he's not really an angel. Maybe he's a thief in disguise and wants to steal it. I would be careful if I were you, Neri."
Jatham snorted and rolled his eyes. "Shyeah right. And maybe you've got wood shavings for brains." He jumped off Neri's shoulder and landed on the ground, growing to his full height. He put an arm around Neri's shoulders. "Who's Tymiko?"
Damien Cypher
Damien only nodded. He thought so, by the angel's strange demeanor. He leaned down a bit, trying to see under the hat to see if he could find a halo, or at least some kind of glow. "IF you are an angel as you say, then where are your wings? Where is the man or woman you are supposed to be a Guardian over? As far as I know, that's the only reason an angel would descend from the heavens."
SunFireDemon
A small bunny with a mohawk down it's head ran thorugh the room and slowed to a stop looking at everone and twtitching his nose. From the back a voice called, "Maynard! Where are you?"
Tymiko the Pirate Girl
Raham watched the demon patiantly, giving no negative reaction whatsoever. "Of course not. But then, there are always methods of persuasion, oh shadow-less one. Being an angel doesn't make me totally powerless against your wicked ways. In fact, it is because of my power that I was not chosen to be a guardian of a human."
Nodding to Neri, Raham shifted his baseball cap. The bill was hard to see under, so he turned it back sideways at an angle, giving him a strangely street-wise appearance.
"That jewel is one of ten that has fallen from the Throne of Glory in Paradise, where God makes His home. Unless that jewel is returned to its proper place, a great blessing will be lost to rhe world," he recited, word for word, quoting the good angel Raziel who had perviously helped a girl called Istahar return a fallen jewel to its proper place.
Regarding Rhodri, Raham tilted his head slightly, but with a blank look, as if his emotionless eyes affected his whole being. "Do you require proof, my friend?" Gently unfolding one wing, Raham extended his glittering golden feathers for his small audience to see. "At least you may be sure I am no demon."
"I am the angel sent to retrieve the jewel," Raham stated simply. "I need no further reason than that. As I said before, my powers prevent me from acting as a Guardian. While most angels aren't too efficient at deflecting demons, I...well..." A glint of sorrow seemed to show in his eyes for an instant, though his tone remained even. "I've been told that my powers are too great. They are far more likely to corrupt any human rather than guide them."
Nodding to Neri, Raham shifted his baseball cap. The bill was hard to see under, so he turned it back sideways at an angle, giving him a strangely street-wise appearance.
"That jewel is one of ten that has fallen from the Throne of Glory in Paradise, where God makes His home. Unless that jewel is returned to its proper place, a great blessing will be lost to rhe world," he recited, word for word, quoting the good angel Raziel who had perviously helped a girl called Istahar return a fallen jewel to its proper place.
Regarding Rhodri, Raham tilted his head slightly, but with a blank look, as if his emotionless eyes affected his whole being. "Do you require proof, my friend?" Gently unfolding one wing, Raham extended his glittering golden feathers for his small audience to see. "At least you may be sure I am no demon."
"I am the angel sent to retrieve the jewel," Raham stated simply. "I need no further reason than that. As I said before, my powers prevent me from acting as a Guardian. While most angels aren't too efficient at deflecting demons, I...well..." A glint of sorrow seemed to show in his eyes for an instant, though his tone remained even. "I've been told that my powers are too great. They are far more likely to corrupt any human rather than guide them."
Neri of Tinros
Neri sighed, brushing Jatham's arm off her shoulders. "My cousin! Don't you remember? I told you and Rhodri about my family!"
Rhodri nodded. "I remember. Jatham was probably not paying attention, as usual."
Jatham frowned, crossing his arms as he thought. "Oh yeah! I remember now. And I was paying attention, Rhodri." He stuck his tongue out at the angel. "You're lucky you're on Neri's shoulder, or I'd squash you."
Rhodri shook his head. "Not if you couldn't catch me." He looked at the angel. "Well, I'm not so sure about this God person you speak of. I only remember coming from this shop and being delivered to Neri in a box on Christmas."
Neri looked down at a bunny. "Awww, how cute!" she said, getting easily distracted.
Rhodri nodded. "I remember. Jatham was probably not paying attention, as usual."
Jatham frowned, crossing his arms as he thought. "Oh yeah! I remember now. And I was paying attention, Rhodri." He stuck his tongue out at the angel. "You're lucky you're on Neri's shoulder, or I'd squash you."
Rhodri shook his head. "Not if you couldn't catch me." He looked at the angel. "Well, I'm not so sure about this God person you speak of. I only remember coming from this shop and being delivered to Neri in a box on Christmas."
Neri looked down at a bunny. "Awww, how cute!" she said, getting easily distracted.
Tymiko the Pirate Girl
Raham watched the conversation unfold with infinite patience, it seemed. He had no where to go in a hurry. Only, the demon made him a little...what was the word? Not quite uneasy, exactly, but somewhat unsettled.
He was eager to discover if what Jatham had suggested was that he did have the jewel. Still, it was rather difficult to get a straight answer from a demon. Interrogating them required tact and cunning, which few angels posessed in accordance with their virtues. Fortunately, Raham had other ways of persuasion.
Leaning forward to face the minitaure demon on Neri's shoulder, the golden-winged angel stared at him intensely. Human mannerisims did not apply to him, it seemed, or else he was not familiar with the phrase 'not polite to stare'.
"You would be so offended or insulted by such a trivial remark from an angel?" he inquired lightly, his gaze straying to Rhodri out of the corner of his eye. His head had not moved a millimeter.
"Even this one, whose angelical alignment I might question, claiming no knowledge of He who rules Heaven. Surely this is the result of being bound to Earth. To a human. Truly, it is no wonder so many fall prey to demons, or even become corrupt themselves." He paused, his eyes on the mini angel. "One might wonder if he was not sent here, but rather fallen from Paradise."
His eyes traveled to rest once again upon Jatham. "Demon, have you the knowledge that I could inflict you with wounds you wouldn't in a million years understand? It is a power held within humans, but can just as easily be sparked within an immortal." His eyes pierced the horse demon's, suddenly passionate and firey, while his voice remained the same - calm and passive.
"If you would have me use it. Once sparked, it can never be extinguished; not within an immortal's eternal memories. You see, I have been cursed with this terrible gift. I alone among all the angels of Heaven must bear it. It is why I have never before been sent to Earth." Raham's thin smile twisted into a faint grin harboring the slightest suggestion of malignance and secrecy...and perhaps even of guilt. For in truth, he knew what all angels of God's order knew. And he had betrayed it.
"It is the power of human emotion, demon. Having been on Earth so long, I'm sure you've tasted much of it already. However...never like this. Not like how I'll have to show you if you refuse to aknowledge my inquiry. Human emotions have their pleasures and joys of course, as you demons bask and bathe in...but they have far more numerous sorrows, fears, hates, and pains. Provoke my wrath, and you will pay the price." His eyes flashed, and for the first time, the angel's voice wavered, as if straining to retain the dangerous threat behind it. "Now, I will ask once more: Have you or have you not come across a jewel since last night?"
The fact was that Raham had never been let out of Heaven. Rather, he had almost been imprisoned there, or as close as it could get to imprisonment in paradise. He was urged always to remain in God's Kingdom - never to venture into the place of Adam and Eve's decendants, for many had become corrupt with the help of demons. And yet...he angel had grown desperate.
He alone harbored emotions he was not allowed to share with others in Heaven, for emotions were considered too powerful to be released among the pure. In order to remain pure, they could have no desires to tempt them; no fears to persuade them. And yet eventually bottled up feelings can do things even to immortals if never revealed or expressed.
Gradually, Raham became more and more desparate, even though his outward appearance, natural grace, and perfect ways mimiced all the other angels. He became twisted inside, pained and in agony with his torment...until there was nothing left for him but hate. Hate for those who would not share his pain, his burden. Hate for those who had condemned him thus. And most particularly hatered for those whom he knew and felt feared him due to his power. In a sense, the emotional angel became corrupt in Heaven.
In an attempt to escape his guilt of secret hatred of those pur and good, Raham sought a way to get to Earth, where he knew mortals shared his emotons. At least there he might be able to release his own gradually onto them. All at once it would be catastrophic, but if he influenced them one at a time...little by little...
It was he who set the jewel lose from the throne in a secret fit of anger. He who had offered to retrieve it and been denied. He who had ambushed the messanger angel half-way to Earth and gone instead. Of course, he never really intended to restore the jewel to its proper place in the throne. Everyone knew not even angels had the power to do that. The jewel was an object of temptation for all beings but those humans pure of heart. It was simply far to precious and powerful.
If he found the jewel, Raham wasn't sure what good it would do him on Earth, but that didn't really matter to him at all. What really matter was that he had reached his goal and now he was where he wanted to be: among human beings with true emotions. And with the idea of guardian angels brought to mind, Raham began to understand just how he might be able to release his emotions onto mortals who were so easily gullible. Yes, it would suit him just fine...
"Tymiko, you said?" he asked, turning to Neri, suddenly showing interest in the girl. "Mm...perhaps I could meet this cousin of yours, if you would be so kind..."
He was eager to discover if what Jatham had suggested was that he did have the jewel. Still, it was rather difficult to get a straight answer from a demon. Interrogating them required tact and cunning, which few angels posessed in accordance with their virtues. Fortunately, Raham had other ways of persuasion.
Leaning forward to face the minitaure demon on Neri's shoulder, the golden-winged angel stared at him intensely. Human mannerisims did not apply to him, it seemed, or else he was not familiar with the phrase 'not polite to stare'.
"You would be so offended or insulted by such a trivial remark from an angel?" he inquired lightly, his gaze straying to Rhodri out of the corner of his eye. His head had not moved a millimeter.
"Even this one, whose angelical alignment I might question, claiming no knowledge of He who rules Heaven. Surely this is the result of being bound to Earth. To a human. Truly, it is no wonder so many fall prey to demons, or even become corrupt themselves." He paused, his eyes on the mini angel. "One might wonder if he was not sent here, but rather fallen from Paradise."
His eyes traveled to rest once again upon Jatham. "Demon, have you the knowledge that I could inflict you with wounds you wouldn't in a million years understand? It is a power held within humans, but can just as easily be sparked within an immortal." His eyes pierced the horse demon's, suddenly passionate and firey, while his voice remained the same - calm and passive.
"If you would have me use it. Once sparked, it can never be extinguished; not within an immortal's eternal memories. You see, I have been cursed with this terrible gift. I alone among all the angels of Heaven must bear it. It is why I have never before been sent to Earth." Raham's thin smile twisted into a faint grin harboring the slightest suggestion of malignance and secrecy...and perhaps even of guilt. For in truth, he knew what all angels of God's order knew. And he had betrayed it.
"It is the power of human emotion, demon. Having been on Earth so long, I'm sure you've tasted much of it already. However...never like this. Not like how I'll have to show you if you refuse to aknowledge my inquiry. Human emotions have their pleasures and joys of course, as you demons bask and bathe in...but they have far more numerous sorrows, fears, hates, and pains. Provoke my wrath, and you will pay the price." His eyes flashed, and for the first time, the angel's voice wavered, as if straining to retain the dangerous threat behind it. "Now, I will ask once more: Have you or have you not come across a jewel since last night?"
The fact was that Raham had never been let out of Heaven. Rather, he had almost been imprisoned there, or as close as it could get to imprisonment in paradise. He was urged always to remain in God's Kingdom - never to venture into the place of Adam and Eve's decendants, for many had become corrupt with the help of demons. And yet...he angel had grown desperate.
He alone harbored emotions he was not allowed to share with others in Heaven, for emotions were considered too powerful to be released among the pure. In order to remain pure, they could have no desires to tempt them; no fears to persuade them. And yet eventually bottled up feelings can do things even to immortals if never revealed or expressed.
Gradually, Raham became more and more desparate, even though his outward appearance, natural grace, and perfect ways mimiced all the other angels. He became twisted inside, pained and in agony with his torment...until there was nothing left for him but hate. Hate for those who would not share his pain, his burden. Hate for those who had condemned him thus. And most particularly hatered for those whom he knew and felt feared him due to his power. In a sense, the emotional angel became corrupt in Heaven.
In an attempt to escape his guilt of secret hatred of those pur and good, Raham sought a way to get to Earth, where he knew mortals shared his emotons. At least there he might be able to release his own gradually onto them. All at once it would be catastrophic, but if he influenced them one at a time...little by little...
It was he who set the jewel lose from the throne in a secret fit of anger. He who had offered to retrieve it and been denied. He who had ambushed the messanger angel half-way to Earth and gone instead. Of course, he never really intended to restore the jewel to its proper place in the throne. Everyone knew not even angels had the power to do that. The jewel was an object of temptation for all beings but those humans pure of heart. It was simply far to precious and powerful.
If he found the jewel, Raham wasn't sure what good it would do him on Earth, but that didn't really matter to him at all. What really matter was that he had reached his goal and now he was where he wanted to be: among human beings with true emotions. And with the idea of guardian angels brought to mind, Raham began to understand just how he might be able to release his emotions onto mortals who were so easily gullible. Yes, it would suit him just fine...
"Tymiko, you said?" he asked, turning to Neri, suddenly showing interest in the girl. "Mm...perhaps I could meet this cousin of yours, if you would be so kind..."
Neri of Tinros
(Um, Jatham wasn't in his mini size, just so ya know. whee )
Jatham rolled his eyes. "Offended? Nah. A little annoyed that the shorty thought it would offend me? Yeah. But really, I'd use any excuse to squash him. The only problem is Neri wouldn't let me. She's too nice." He made a disgusted face; Neri just smiled and nodded. He snickered when the angel questioned Rhodri's angelic-ness.
Rhodri frowned. "I know who God is! I've just never spoken with him personally. And I will never become corrupt! Nor have I 'fallen from Paradise'!" He clenched his tiny hands into fists. "But none of that matters, as long as I can keep Neri from sinning and make sure that her morals are good!"
"No need to call me 'Demon', Jatham'll do fine," the six-foot-tall demon interrupted. "Hmm, wounds? Sparks? Never extinguished?" Jatham smiled complacently and winked, pretending to not notice the angel's different emotions in his eyes. "Awww, are you flirting with me?"
"Really now, handsome, is that your power? Something to do with emotions?" He flexed an arm, looking at it as he did so. "'Cause mine is strength. I haven't tested it out in the sense of willpower, but who knows, I might be able resist you. At least for a little while." He looked back to Raham. "But after that? Sorrows, fears, hates and pains... Sounds fun." He winked again.
When Raham mentioned Tymiko, Neri suddenly grew uneasy. "Um... I don't know where she is right now, sorry!" She shrugged, then turned to Jatham, changing the subject. "Are you really that strong, Jatham? Can you carry me?"
Jatham grinned and lifted her, one arm under her shoulders, the other under her knees. "Oh yeah, Neri, I am."
Neri squealed in delight, then motioned to be put down. "Wow! That's cool!" she giggled.
Rhodri wasn't as thrilled. He had had to grasp onto Neri's shirt, holding onto her shoulder for his life. "Next time, please warn me when you are about to do something random." He crawled back onto her shoulder and pulled himself back into a sitting postion, smoothing down his hair.
Jatham rolled his eyes. "Offended? Nah. A little annoyed that the shorty thought it would offend me? Yeah. But really, I'd use any excuse to squash him. The only problem is Neri wouldn't let me. She's too nice." He made a disgusted face; Neri just smiled and nodded. He snickered when the angel questioned Rhodri's angelic-ness.
Rhodri frowned. "I know who God is! I've just never spoken with him personally. And I will never become corrupt! Nor have I 'fallen from Paradise'!" He clenched his tiny hands into fists. "But none of that matters, as long as I can keep Neri from sinning and make sure that her morals are good!"
"No need to call me 'Demon', Jatham'll do fine," the six-foot-tall demon interrupted. "Hmm, wounds? Sparks? Never extinguished?" Jatham smiled complacently and winked, pretending to not notice the angel's different emotions in his eyes. "Awww, are you flirting with me?"
"Really now, handsome, is that your power? Something to do with emotions?" He flexed an arm, looking at it as he did so. "'Cause mine is strength. I haven't tested it out in the sense of willpower, but who knows, I might be able resist you. At least for a little while." He looked back to Raham. "But after that? Sorrows, fears, hates and pains... Sounds fun." He winked again.
When Raham mentioned Tymiko, Neri suddenly grew uneasy. "Um... I don't know where she is right now, sorry!" She shrugged, then turned to Jatham, changing the subject. "Are you really that strong, Jatham? Can you carry me?"
Jatham grinned and lifted her, one arm under her shoulders, the other under her knees. "Oh yeah, Neri, I am."
Neri squealed in delight, then motioned to be put down. "Wow! That's cool!" she giggled.
Rhodri wasn't as thrilled. He had had to grasp onto Neri's shirt, holding onto her shoulder for his life. "Next time, please warn me when you are about to do something random." He crawled back onto her shoulder and pulled himself back into a sitting postion, smoothing down his hair.
Tymiko the Pirate Girl
The golden-winged angel righted himself once again. He would never find the jewel this way. More likely the mortals here had never seen it. No matter - he had no use for it; not now.
He raised a brow at Rhodri and cast him yet another thin smile. "It's not as if many have spoken with Him personally. What makes you believe I have? He has messangers, and in part it is our duty as angels to relay his messages for him. No, I have merely been spoken to by those few Archangels and Seraphium who carry out his commands."
"Too nice?" Raham repeated, regarding the young lady. "I see. Well, then I suppose she wouldn't have much use for an angel except to counter her demon."
At Jatham's indirect introduction, the angel nodded in approval, ignoring the demon's cheeky attitude as he continued. "Very well, Jatham'll. If that is what you wish to be called..."
He seemed to flinch the slightest bit at the reference of 'handsome'. It was not becoming in an angel to be vain, and in Heaven such compliments were not so lavishly bestowed. However, he quickly recovered his composed demeanor, watching as the demon flexed his arm.
"Physical strength will not save you from my particular assailments, Jatham'll. Any resistance you put up will be in vain." His dark eyes watched the demon almost hungrily, with the patience of a predator. "And of course you may enjoy such feelings when inflicted on humans...but I wonder what might your opinion be when experienced first hand. Perhaps you may find it enjoyable, or yet change your mind. Would you tempt me to teach you?"
Frowning slightly at Neri's sudden sppologetic reply, followed closely by a change of topic, Raham blinked curiously. He had sensed her sudden discomfort, presumably caused by his question. Did she possibly fear he would bring harm to this cousin of hers? It was difficult to say. However, it didn't seem too vital at the moment. He'd find a suitable human in time, with or without help.
He raised a brow at Rhodri and cast him yet another thin smile. "It's not as if many have spoken with Him personally. What makes you believe I have? He has messangers, and in part it is our duty as angels to relay his messages for him. No, I have merely been spoken to by those few Archangels and Seraphium who carry out his commands."
"Too nice?" Raham repeated, regarding the young lady. "I see. Well, then I suppose she wouldn't have much use for an angel except to counter her demon."
At Jatham's indirect introduction, the angel nodded in approval, ignoring the demon's cheeky attitude as he continued. "Very well, Jatham'll. If that is what you wish to be called..."
He seemed to flinch the slightest bit at the reference of 'handsome'. It was not becoming in an angel to be vain, and in Heaven such compliments were not so lavishly bestowed. However, he quickly recovered his composed demeanor, watching as the demon flexed his arm.
"Physical strength will not save you from my particular assailments, Jatham'll. Any resistance you put up will be in vain." His dark eyes watched the demon almost hungrily, with the patience of a predator. "And of course you may enjoy such feelings when inflicted on humans...but I wonder what might your opinion be when experienced first hand. Perhaps you may find it enjoyable, or yet change your mind. Would you tempt me to teach you?"
Frowning slightly at Neri's sudden sppologetic reply, followed closely by a change of topic, Raham blinked curiously. He had sensed her sudden discomfort, presumably caused by his question. Did she possibly fear he would bring harm to this cousin of hers? It was difficult to say. However, it didn't seem too vital at the moment. He'd find a suitable human in time, with or without help.
Neri of Tinros
"Well, I haven't been spoken to by any angels. Except a few, but they came from this shop too. Never talked to me about God." Rhodri pouted at his next words. "I wish. She's very good in some aspects, but in others, Jatham seems to have gained full control. But I try not to worry, I will help her to counter and absolve her sins in the end." He nodded.
Jatham rolled his eyes. "Not if I can help it. And my name's Jatham. Either you're really clueless and don't know what contractions are, or you're trying to be funny. But that's okay, I'll still think you're cute."
He laughed. "Temptation's generally what I do best."
Neri frowned. "Hey, are you threatening my demon?" she interrupted. "You'd better not do those mean things to him! I mean, sure, he's not the most innocent of beings, but he's still mine!"
Jatham grinned. "Why Neri, I'm touched."
Rhodri frowned. "Come on, Neri, can you not just let him be punished a little? You always let me be attacked by Flower!"
Neri shook her head. "That's different. You and Flower together are cute. This guy's sounding like a bully."
"And Jatham and Flower are not?" Rhodri muttered.
Jatham rolled his eyes. "Not if I can help it. And my name's Jatham. Either you're really clueless and don't know what contractions are, or you're trying to be funny. But that's okay, I'll still think you're cute."
He laughed. "Temptation's generally what I do best."
Neri frowned. "Hey, are you threatening my demon?" she interrupted. "You'd better not do those mean things to him! I mean, sure, he's not the most innocent of beings, but he's still mine!"
Jatham grinned. "Why Neri, I'm touched."
Rhodri frowned. "Come on, Neri, can you not just let him be punished a little? You always let me be attacked by Flower!"
Neri shook her head. "That's different. You and Flower together are cute. This guy's sounding like a bully."
"And Jatham and Flower are not?" Rhodri muttered.
Tymiko the Pirate Girl
While Raham stood there blankly, as if pondering contractions and Neri's sudden irritation, he did not notice the young girl enter the shop behind him. She wore the simple attire of a modern girl: denim capris, a single-sleeved, lilac tank top, flip-flops, a few bracelets, an aquamarine pendant, a blue hair wrap, and a pair of silver hoop earrings.
She herself had olive-tan skin, with black, wavy hair mid-length that contratsed very sharply with her wide aqua blue eyes. Their pupils, instead of black, were merely a slightly darker blue, and were presently dialated at the sight of the golden pair of wings displayed before her. She looked about ready to scream, but when she opened her mouth, nothing came out; not even as Raham turned to regard her.
She screamed. "You've got no PANTS!!!" Of course, this was not too much of a problem, since the angel's rather loose white shirt was long enough to conceal any inappropriate body parts, but this did not seem to pacify the 12 - 13 year old one bit.
The angel sensed the rising panic in the girl even before she cried out, but was too busy puzzling over her reason. He found no necessity for pants. After all, not all humans wore them. He did not feel it was wrong to expose flesh, unless of course it was to stimulate sexual lust. However, as an angel with little knowledge of Earth, he had no desire to bestow those such of his emotions on others...at least not yet.
He considered calming her with his power, but knew this would only rouse suspicious in the other humans, whom he required the trust of. He would just have to consent to the alarmed girl's wishes. "Forgive me," he appologized dully, his tone not even the slightest bit tinged with remorse or shame. "Shall I adorn some? Where can I aquire some...'pants'?"
She herself had olive-tan skin, with black, wavy hair mid-length that contratsed very sharply with her wide aqua blue eyes. Their pupils, instead of black, were merely a slightly darker blue, and were presently dialated at the sight of the golden pair of wings displayed before her. She looked about ready to scream, but when she opened her mouth, nothing came out; not even as Raham turned to regard her.
She screamed. "You've got no PANTS!!!" Of course, this was not too much of a problem, since the angel's rather loose white shirt was long enough to conceal any inappropriate body parts, but this did not seem to pacify the 12 - 13 year old one bit.
The angel sensed the rising panic in the girl even before she cried out, but was too busy puzzling over her reason. He found no necessity for pants. After all, not all humans wore them. He did not feel it was wrong to expose flesh, unless of course it was to stimulate sexual lust. However, as an angel with little knowledge of Earth, he had no desire to bestow those such of his emotions on others...at least not yet.
He considered calming her with his power, but knew this would only rouse suspicious in the other humans, whom he required the trust of. He would just have to consent to the alarmed girl's wishes. "Forgive me," he appologized dully, his tone not even the slightest bit tinged with remorse or shame. "Shall I adorn some? Where can I aquire some...'pants'?"
Neri of Tinros
Neri brightened and waved as her cousin came into the shop, then looked at the angel when she mentioned his pantslessness. "Hmm... you're right!" she said. "Huh, didn't notice that before. Well, at least Rhodri and Jatham have pants."
"Thank you... I think." Rhodri crossed him arms. "But Jatham does not have a shirt!"
Jatham smiled. "That's 'cause I don't need one."
Neri nodded, opening her box and getting four cookies. "Yeah, I guess as long as you have something on, I don't really notice. But you know, most people probably do notice."
Rhodri sighed. "Like that one time that you came in the room and Tortured had nothing on?"
"Huh?" Neri looked confused as she ate a cookie. "When was that?"
He shook his head. "Don't worry about it. I hope you aren't eating all four of those cookies yourself?"
She patted the angel on her shoulder, giggling. "Of course I am! Who else would they be for? Why, does anyone else want some?" She looked around the shop.
Jatham held out a hand. "Always!" She handed him one and he ate it quickly.
"Well, Rhodri?"
Rhodri sat down on her shoulder and sighed. "I shouldn't be indulging myself with such things, but... they are very good."
Neri giggled and handed the six-inch angel half of her last cookie, having already finished the first three. "That's what lots of people say."
"Thank you... I think." Rhodri crossed him arms. "But Jatham does not have a shirt!"
Jatham smiled. "That's 'cause I don't need one."
Neri nodded, opening her box and getting four cookies. "Yeah, I guess as long as you have something on, I don't really notice. But you know, most people probably do notice."
Rhodri sighed. "Like that one time that you came in the room and Tortured had nothing on?"
"Huh?" Neri looked confused as she ate a cookie. "When was that?"
He shook his head. "Don't worry about it. I hope you aren't eating all four of those cookies yourself?"
She patted the angel on her shoulder, giggling. "Of course I am! Who else would they be for? Why, does anyone else want some?" She looked around the shop.
Jatham held out a hand. "Always!" She handed him one and he ate it quickly.
"Well, Rhodri?"
Rhodri sat down on her shoulder and sighed. "I shouldn't be indulging myself with such things, but... they are very good."
Neri giggled and handed the six-inch angel half of her last cookie, having already finished the first three. "That's what lots of people say."
