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 Posted: Sun Mar 19, 2006 8:05 pm
The brown eyes of a girl with a green, hips-length ponytail scanned the area for threats or general weirdness. Her hands stuffed into the pockets of her bomber jacket, she was shivering slightly in the cool air. "Anything out of the ordinary, Owle?" she called back behind her. This whole thing was starting to unerve her a little bit. She was used to odd things happening. But not this much... and not as a woman.
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Posted: Sun Mar 19, 2006 8:08 pm
"Not that I can see," Owle said. The blue-haired woman was following close behind him...her. Rage. Whatever.
"Let's hope it stays that way, or rains petals from the sky!"
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Posted: Sun Mar 19, 2006 8:19 pm
Rage just pulled her scarf up over her face further, the hat she had stolen from before still on her head. Owle had taken the female transformation almost TOO well... Rage shrugged it off. As long as Owle didn't suddenly turn into a guy, Rage figured she'd be able to keep her stomach in check. That would be a little TOO creepy.
Speaking of stomachs, though, she was hungry. But... there'd be time for that later, right? She mocked looking for something to fall as Owle mentioned petals from the sky, and despite her scarf over her face it was as if there was nothing there at all as she spoke. "Let's just hope it doesn't rain anything else...."
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Posted: Sun Mar 19, 2006 8:22 pm
"Yeah..." Owle said. Rage being female was far less unnerving than the penguins had been. And the penguins had given her yummy fish.
"So, where to next?"
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Posted: Sun Mar 19, 2006 8:25 pm
At the risk of the idea becoming redundant, Rage pointed off North towards the Barton Shopping Center. She smelled food from that direction, and her stomach was rumbling. Besides, it'd be a good place to get some rest and recouperate a little bit.
"What do you think?" She said, turning to Owle. "I know you already got some fish..." she seemed to cringe slightly at the thought, "... but I could go for some real food. How about you?"
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Posted: Sun Mar 19, 2006 8:30 pm
"Sounds good to me," Owle said. "I like it when my food is cooked..."
And she followed Rage into the Shopping Center.
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Posted: Sun Mar 19, 2006 8:55 pm
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Posted: Mon Mar 20, 2006 11:28 am
 At last the garden path had ended, opening onto orderly rows of houses marching along the gridwork of streets. Sarielle's strides were long, despite her unusual way of placing one foot directly ahead of the other along a straight line. It gave her walk a sashay that many dubbed affected, though it was far from the truth.
Here, the nieghborhood seemed quiet. Yards were neat, but not lavish. A small boy on a bicycle nearly wrecked as the light caught her wings, making them momentarily clear and solid. Again, it seemed the most chaos she'd find here was what her presence created.
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Posted: Mon Mar 20, 2006 11:51 am
So palpable was the tranquility here that the insistant, set-your-teeth-on-edge roar of an engine actually made the former angel jump.
Knuckles tightened on the satchel that hung over one shoulder; a package of crackers jostled with her toothbrush for room inside. Few toiletries, even fewer foodstuffs lay in the knapsack's depths. Sarielle found that since Angel had given her a little of herself back, she scarcely needed to eat anymore.
The noisy machine rounded the block. A dirtbike, no less. Nothing else made quite the ruckus those things did. God, how Sarielle hated them.
But the former angel wasn't given much time to be irritated; the rider didn't seemed inclined to let up on the gas, regardless of the fact that she was (albeit foolishly) walking in the street rather than on the sidewalk.
She threw herself backward, toward the sidewalk; her wings opened to steady her, and she hovered a foot or so off the ground, unable to regain her footing at first.
A few quick heartbeats later, the dirtbike streaked by, wind tearing at the white sundress she wore and causing her to bob crazily on the current.
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Posted: Mon Mar 20, 2006 12:19 pm
"Sarielle," Owle's voice came in her head, as it had once before. This time, however, there was no anxiety threatening to overwhelm the sending. There was only a sort of tired calm...the calm of someone who had been running so long their body could do nothing but walk, of someone who had cried so many tears they could no longer feel anything.
"I was wondering when you'd get here."
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Posted: Mon Mar 20, 2006 12:25 pm
Her heart pounded out 7 beats, like pistons of an engine, before she could even close her mouth. It was another 5 beats before she could be angry.
By that point, the rider, whoever he was, had already rounded the corner again and was out of sight.
"b*****d!" Sarielle bellowed the single word, her body tensing with the effort of speaking so loud. It wasn't something she was used to...but it seemed the tension of these last few days was taking its toll... or else she had gotten back even more of her old self than she'd thought...
Settling on the sidewalk once more, feet firmly planted on either side of a dandelion that had valiantly fought its way up through a crack. Fuming still, Sarielle started to follow him, until a familiar - could you really call it voice? - crackled across her mind.
It was Owle. And the overwhelming impression she got was one of intense weariness. So overcome was she by the feeling, she almost didn't register the oddity of Owle's words.
What do you mean? How did you know I was coming...?
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Posted: Mon Mar 20, 2006 12:32 pm
"I lingered a moment by the porch," Owle admitted. She was embarrassed, even in her weary state, but there was no way around it. "It was long enough.
"I'm sorry. I only didn't want to leave Rand, to stay near a moment longer. And then..."
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Posted: Mon Mar 20, 2006 12:41 pm
And the remoteness she'd felt earlier was back again...it should have been humiliating, but it had been someone else, someone younger and weaker and more foolish, who'd cried in Angel's arms. Not her. Not this bastardized bit of an angel.
I...see. Owle clearly hadn't wanted to admit this...she should say something comforting, but she didn't seem to know how right now. Yes, Rand...Angel is with him. He's not alone, and Angel will look after him. At last, a bit of warmth crept back into her. He'll be even better at looking after him that I was. After all, he taught me healing...
She seemed to have trouble focusing, mind jumping from one thing to the next with all the purposefulness of a drunk butterfly.
Where are you?
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Posted: Mon Mar 20, 2006 12:52 pm
She was surprised, and she had thought nothing would shock her anymore. She had expected Sarielle to be angry, indignant, or...have some reaction, at least.
Maybe the game did this to them all. Vahn might well be about to die, and Owle couldn't bring herself to feel anything anymore.
"Wonderful, so an angel's looking after..." The way she said wondeful made the word sound anything but. But Owle caught herself. "I'm sorry. I'm sure he's in good hands...I just...the more I hear about the gods, the less I'm inclined to like their servants.
"...present company excluded." Owle sighed, wishing she could somehow take back her thoughts. Too many things had happened to allow her to like anyone who served the gods directly...though Sarielle was excluded from that category. She had met Sarielle as Sarielle, and knew her to be a person...not someone who was going to do the things the old gods intended to do to Owle.
"I'm northeast of you, with three of my friends. You're welcome to join us...but be careful. I'm not sure what happened here...I can't hear a thing, and there's this weird thing by Rage's feet..."
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Posted: Mon Mar 20, 2006 1:04 pm
Sarielle caught the edge of hostility in Owle's thoughts. This, this was something that still touched her. This was something that stretched back through the centuries.
Angel doesn't give a damn about the Petals. Was it true? She didn't really know. And what was with her insistance on using that nickname? Old habits died hard, she supposed.
Besides, Rand is an angel too. At least partly. I'm not quite sure what it is that worries you so... Owle had spoken like she might not come back, hadn't she? But it hadn't been vague fears in her voice, in her eyes...no, there had been something definite on her mind. But to think Angel was somehow involved, or would harm Rand, was ludicrous.
That much, at least, she could say with certainty.
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