Welcome to Gaia! ::

The Gaian streets are heavily populated and crowded with shops and homes. Night is as busy as day, winter as busy as summer. At all times, people can be found wandering in and out of whatever’s open. Yet somehow, those elite who have, in one way or another, stumbled across the small shop entitled “Descending Angels” and purchased one of those eggs that contain the amazing “dolls” named Angels manage to find one another. They may know each other before hand and meet in a planned location, or it may be a chance greeting that sprouts into a realization that both have the same obsession with the pastime called “Angelic Layer.” Regardless, anything can happen in the streets of Gaia.


Okay...I admit it. I was desperate to RP my Deus. Anyone can join her, whether their egg has yet been opened (in other words, whether the artists have finished your angel) or not. This is mainly for your deus to make new friends and enemies. Something interesting for your journal, right? Hopefully, this, the first RP, will last as a meeting place for those new to Descending Angels and the old standbys alike. But I realize that isn’t likely.

Elizabeth wandered from her house, leaving her Descending Angels items at home. trailing at her heels was a three-year-old Golden Retriever named Kika, slung over her shoulder was a canvas bag full of books, and in her hand was yet another book, yet this one was a spiral with art-quality paper. Indeed, behind her right ear rested a pencil, sharp if rather short from frequent use, its eraser worn to almost nothing. Her brilliant sapphire eyes were fixed upon the page as she held the sketchbook up to catch the light of the full moon. Using the eraser as she often did, she eliminated the less satisfactory of the lines, replacing them as best she could while she was moving, but nonetheless keeping a steady hand and producing a more desirable effect. Her gaze lifted momentarily from the page as she emerged from the street on which her house was built into the busy roads of the Gaian metropolis.

The fourteen-year-old was out with, not only her parents permission, but also their encouragement. Though it may be late, they were happy that, for once, she wanted to wander outside instead of remaining locked within her room, rereading one of her many books for the twentieth time. And lying amongst the many books and papers in her bag was a small cell phone, “just in case.” She sighed before continuing onward to the park in which she had, so unusually, spent most of the morning. Sitting on the same bench she had sat on, she continued her sketch. It was of a humanoid form with a long, loose braid and flowing hair, a feminine and medium-height form, and average proportions. As she elaborated upon various aspects, namely the cloth tied around it like a dress, it became increasingly obvious that the subject was that of the angel she had just defined at home.

Her mouth happily formed the name she had given to this “doll” that was so much more. “Aleia.” Outline completed as best as it would be, she paused for a moment to consider the angle of the light for when she began to shade. Choosing a light source nearly full on, she set to work laying the darker tones and gradually moving to the lighter. Smudging with her finger, despite knowing that this was not good for the art, she blended the tones to a smooth transition. Turning the pencil over, she paused for a second before she began to lift out the highlights. Her head raised and her face pointed to the small building she knew now was called “Descending Angels,” the small building she had gone in to escape the heat, and come out with a friend, and that friend had helped her purchase Aleia. A rare smile on her face, she went back to work on her angel, her eyes sharp despite the lack of good light.

Footsteps behind her did not cause her to look up, though her head shifted positions almost imperceptibly as she continued to shade her picture. She did not worry about being a girl of 14 out this late, reassured by the dog curled around her feet. Her left hand reached down and patted the head of her faithful companion as her right continued to complete the drawing. Her gaze flicked up to the Descending Angels shop as she added the last touch with a slight flourish.

Surveying the sketch she had just finished, she pronounced it satisfactory and bent her head over her dog, rubbing her behind the ears just as Elizabeth knew Kika liked. She was still stroking Kika's long, soft fur when the Golden Retriever turned her head and looked behind Elizabeth. She barred her teeth, playing the role of guard to an extent, though she knew better than to get up fro the soft grass and chase after the offender. Alerted by Kika, Elizabeth stood up and turned toward the approaching female.

The proportions pronounced that she was at least 18, definately an adult. Her flaming red hair drew the eye nearly as much as the preposterous clothes she was wearing. Elizabeth turned from her, for she did not know what to say to someone who so obviously had no similarity in thought process. She pointedly sat down again and flipped to the next page in her sketchbook, attempting to draw the Descending Angels store, though she did not often draw buildings.

Sayuri

Sayuri forcefully shut the sliding doors to her house so much that the window panes rattled as she made her way down the cobbled street towards the park, her green zobi sandals clacking loudly as they struck the cobbles. Her siblings didn't understand how precious her angel was and this was constantly infuriating her as they jeered and laughed about the doll that she kept tucked inside her obi. Tugging at the mentioned green and blue silk obi, her gaze fell to the ground as she marched fowards, swinging her arms in time to her movements and sighed heavily. Ever since her 13th brirthday she had retreated to her room, or sanctuary as she called it, to spend time reading up on Algeic Layer and pretending that she and Michiko were battling.

Michiko was Sayuri's first angel and was very dear to her, she would never let her out of her sight, even if she had to use the restroom or go outside. The angel had dark blue wavy hair that cascaded down her back until it reached her bottom with a side fringe and a silvery streak that was neatly platted and finished with a red silk bow to hold it in place.
Upon hearing the red haired girl speak to the blonde girl about angels, Sayuri's gaze instantly shot up and hovered on them both, hardly breathing due to the fact that she had seen two fellow deuses. She was intrigued by the brightness of, who she assumed, was older girl's red hair and couldn't find the words or even begin to think of a word to describe it.
Suddenly a sick, daunting feeling grew inside Sayuri's stomach, like it was twisting and knotting itself. These 2 girls look like they had a huge amount of experience in Angelic Layer, maybe it was because of their appearance of the way they behaved, but whatever it was made her feel like an utter newbie.

"No. Not really. Just bored and out for a walk. Saw that you were interested in Angelic Layer and thought I'd come say hello but if you wanted me to leave then a less rude way would have been much nicer." Kylie quirked a smile but still didn't move, stretching her arms above her head and yawning. "Didn't realize you were that touchy. Guess we'll see if you have that same attitude come battle time. Might be fun." Finally the red head made a move to get up and slung her messenger back over her body.

As she went to turn away she caught a glimpse of a girl in horribly bright pink kimono. What was this? Run away from home night? Both of these girls looked far too young to be out by themselves.

Glancing behind her at the other girl, she was tempted to call after her. She wasn't sure whether she would ask her to return or whether it would be a rude parting remark. But the words were stopped before they could even form as yet another female entered the park. Her kimono was exceedingly out of place in this suburb, and she looked younger even than Elizabeth. Shaking her head at her fashion choice, Elizabeth stood. Kika obediently rose and followed her, paws making no noise on the soft grass.

Unfortunately, the way back to her house would carry her past both the red-head and the girl in the kimono. She contemplated taking a different route, but decided against the extra mile it would add. With an exasperated sigh, she followed the red-head, slinging her canvas bag over her shoulder and checking behind her to be sure Kika was following. Glancing back at the Descending Angels store before it moved out of eyesight, she longed to have the money to purchase the dress she had seen there. The black would go nicely with her angel's hair and eyes, and the dress was much less skimpy than most that the store sold. Beneath it's display, she now remembered, a sign had proclaimed it was the "Moon Dress." Shaking her head sadly, she turned away from the shop as the lights turned off and it began to shut down for the night.

A sigh of relief uttered from Sayuri as the red-head replied to her greeting and her smile grew more confident now that she knew that the girl was friendly enough. She too also turned her attention to the blonde girl and furrowed her brow with a frown, was she leaving because of her arrival? I hope I haven't interupted them, maybe she is leaving due to me being here....
"I haven't interupted you two have I? It's just that you are leaving and I hope it's not because of me joining you here." Directing the question to the blonde girl, she gave a small bow in apology whether or not the departure was her fault.

Slowly straightening up she looked more relieved now that she had apologized and clasped her hands together, she hated the way they just hung by her sides when she had nothing for them to do. "It's just that I overheard you talking about Angels and I assumed you were on about Angelic Layer, for I too have an angel." Sayuri explained in a quiet voice, referring to the doll was just was visable in her obi.

Kylie's lips curled as the blonde finally started to seem human. The one in the kimono seemed nice enough too. "Yeah, we were talking about Angelic Layer. Mine's in my bag." Reaching into the bag at her side, Kylie pulled out her doll, long orange hair cascading down in her back and the black kerchief tied about her tiny frame. Holding her so that the other two could see she smiled and introduced her. "This is my Angel. Miyu. She's a Medium build with an emphasis on Speed. Got her a few days ago."

Holding Miyu a little closer now she looked back at the shop. "Either of you battled yet?"