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(( What do you say we go to the Ancient Forest in the Off Campus part of school?))

Ren walks into the Church, and looks around,
This should be the Church. said Ren lightly smiling Ren puts her famlly's Grave (a black board not so big) on the table and brought out food her familly once all loved.
And prayed,
Hey Mother, Hey Father, How are you? How are you Sis? I brought food smile Im doing great in school, This is where i'll always meet you.
Be safe Mother, Father, Sister. I dont have any friend but ill always pray for you smile and prays more again again and again. Hm.... I wonder if ill meet any friends. Thought Ren Yet the time still has come and she must go to her class shes already as late as she is. Well, Im off!
((ooc: please tell me if theres somthing wrong with it im new and not used to this guild. If there is a problem, please correct me. i might be doing a 1liner right now. Simply just tell me how many more sentence to write with.))

((sorry my bad))

Akira walked down the paths of Ria High and noticed a building to the right of him. This building wasn't like the classrooms and it definately wasn't as big as the dorms, but there was something about it that just drew him in. He slowly walked towards the large wooden doors and pushed them open.

As he walked through, he noticed that the walls were lined with statues from all sorts of religions. There were ancient gods from all sorts of cultures and backgrounds. He flew upwards so he could see the place had stained glass windows, just like the dining hall did, but they were of different designs. Some of them had doves and crosses, others had different symbols. But what got him most was the statue in the middle of it all. He flew towards it and slowly landed on the ground.

"This statue," he said reaching out to it. It was the image of a woman angel. She was looking upwards, as if she was praying to God or someone. "I wonder," he said pulling his hand back to the side of his body, "Maybe I knew her before. Back before I fell."

He looked around and leaned on a pillar near the statue. "Maybe there's someone around here who knows something about angels," he said crossing his arms, "I could take a class with them. Learn a little about who I am."

Akira shook his head and regained his composure. He began to head out, but stopped just as he was about to pass by a statue of Horus. He wanted to play some kind of trick on it. He had always been a trickster, in fact he was pretty sure that's why he fell. But he hadn't shown that at all around here. Probably because he had spent the whole time with Alice. He had a hard time expressing himself around girls. He dug into his bag and pulled out a neon pink potion. "This should do the trick," he said as he uncorked the bottle and got ready to pour it. He stopped for a moment and changed his mind. Defacing a place of worship would be low, even for him. He got his stuff together and headed back out.

From behind the large statue at the head of the church room slipped out a young looking girl. She appeared to be in her mid twenties and of very good health. Her hair was pinned up on the back of her head in drooping brunette loops and short bangs brushed just above her baby-blue eyes. Her dress was somewhat odd; a cut white T and brown low-riding shorts. The lower garment was hanging so low that her hips couldn't keep them up so a set of darker brown suspenders held them up fashionably. On her feet were black combat boots that matched the gun-belt around her waist. The weapons seemed all too inapproptiate for a church, two Sig Sauers with additional magazine clips attached to the belt in little pouches next to them. It wasn't uncommon for this woman to hang around the church as she was a devout worshipper of angels, especially her soveriegn angel who had no other name than the Heavenly Martyr.

But this visit to the holy house had nothing to do with gods or angels more, the death of an angel who hadn't gone home to roost yet. She'd over-stayed her life on Gaia and needed to be taken back to the heavenly realm where she would be put on trial and damned. This angel that needed to be slain for the umpteeth time was a terrible person indeed.

Mikaley looked over to the man as he entered the Church room and a small smile crossed her face. So one member had shown himself now in response to her request. That would certainly get things started now but the woman believed they could use at least one more fighter, and their cleric was still missing. The scroll they were to retrieve can not be invoked by any not of the Holy Order. She was a devout worshipper of her angels but she had not gone through the rites of priestesshood to be able to withdraw the incatations from mere paper. Mikaley tilted her head back and slid a bit down the skirt of the large statue as the smile faded, replaced by a more solemn look.

"What is righteouness, hunter? Does this mission fall in accordance with your own sense of 'right'?" The brunette pushed off the rock-face and began walking down the aisle. "All I can tell you is of this woman I'm having you go after once the Scroll is retrieved. She is a dead woman, or rather, should be dead. Long ago she committed the sin of suicide but upon her dying breath members of the Kitsune Preisthood took her soul and harnessed it with a complex binding spell. Augmenting the spell, the High Priest bound her soul back to her body so that she lives still. In doing so she became a Death Angel. Over time she has evolved, growing stronger and more powerful with each transformation. She's killed countless innocents in her millenia here on Gaia." Mikaley came to the ninth row and moved toward the center of the bench. "Does that help you feel any better?"

Mikaley was nodding her head as Marcus spoke; someone who was only set out to kill would never be able to complete this mission alive. But a fighter who was here to increase their skill wasn't going to be much aide either. Though for now the woman would take what she could get. "This woman is beyond simply skilled, my friend. She's beaten ccoutless famed fighters all over the worlds and even here at Ria. Dante fell to her once, if you know of him. But aside from that, she has an ever increasing arsenal of abilities and proficiencies with weapons, all of which I can't even begin to relate as even I don't know them. She's grown since the days of the Praetorim. Even if you knew all her strengths and weaknesses, you won't survive without a strong will to live. Do you have that?" She looked over her shoulder at him and rised an eyebrow. "I will clue you in on her favored weapon for which she is named. She has a four bladed scythe, typically called a dual bladed swallow for its blades on both ends. The weapon is roughly seven feet in length, two curved-scythe blades spawning out of opposite sides on opposing ends. This is not a good weapon to encounter." She chuckled as she brushed the hair from her face. Memories of ages passed flashed through her mind: all of the slaughters their target had participated in, the massacres. That double-bladed swallow would be the bane of humanoid life if she wasn't stoppped.