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Dominicus heard the summons of Milena and hurried to the approximate location, whipping around volumes of stacked books. Cherubs began to come into view, apparently they all needed to mill around Milena for some unfathomable reason. Turning his nose up at a few of the curious glances he received from the cherubs, Dominicus advanced forwards until the smell of melted wax assaulted his senses. Flicking the silver tresses of hair behind his shoulder Dominicus slowed his pace and came to a stop at Milena's desk. As always the Angel of Time was surrounded by a variety of papers, ranging from yellowed scrolls to the crisp white of new paper, and to the side of them all lay her glasses. They reflected the harsh orange light of the setting sun that filtered through the arched windows, sending some of the light into the sensitive grey of Dominicus' eyes. Dominicus turned away from the bright reflective surface, for a bright light always had the uncanny way of giving him the must horrendous of headaches.

Proffering the two books in need of returning, Dominicus laid them down on an unoccupied portion of the desk. "You look busy." Dominicus said this with a ghost of a humorous smile on his face, a smile that the cherubs wouldn't have picked up on. However Dominicus' mood soon turned business like again and he cast his gaze around the towering shelves of books. "Have you got any new books? Those damned humans take up far too much of my time, why does there have to be so many? It's just selfish." Dominicus rattled off as if they were practiced lines. He shook his head, briefly closing his eyes and recovering his composure Dominicus switched the topic once again. "How long do you think it will take to recover the Meteor Stones?" Pausing in his questioning Dominicus gave Chuma a pointed look; "I don't trust these incompetent fools." Just after saying this as if to prove his point, a cherub bustled by. Arms laden with books the cherub stepped unknowingly on the overgrown and bedraggled feathers of Dominicus' wing. Flinching slightly Dominicus snarled at the cherub, the colour drained from the young ones face and he apologized profusely. Turning away from the cherub Dominicus merely shook his head. The book Milena offered had better be good.

Arella was the last to leave the room. She slowly rose from her seat and wandered out into the gardens. A place she always ventured when she needed to think. Her cherub, Rosella, followed quietly behind her, notebook in hand. Arella paused and opened her mouth to speak but then closed it softly and bit her lip. She frowned and continued walking. She sat down on the bench overlooking a small fountain and sighed. "What are we going to do Rosella?" Rosella glanced at her not know if it was an actual question or not. Arella pinched the bridge of her nose and stuck a finger softly in the water. She silently mulled over her thoughts.

((I'll be gone at Otakon this weekend.))

Gentoku had taken his time adjusting in the tree with Narah. It was nice, but he was still anxious. More like edgy or hyper. It was definitely something. He didn't know how long it would take her to rest, but hopefuilly not too long.

"Hm... have you been into my room lately?" He asked, he needed to. Lately he had been recording prayers and sending them up back to Heaven rather than addressing them immediately on Earth. In way, both was doing his job, but he had been sending the prayers to a special "holding cell" for the prayers for the other angels to see. Why he had left it in his room he didn't even know. He just felt better leaving it in his room. Maybe it was just because he felt lazy at the moment... but now the idea didn't seem too bright.

Dominicus had passed off her moment of weakness before, but the repetition of it made him raise an eyebrow in disapproval. "Milena, you should know your limit. It will do us no good when we get to the mortal realm if you're more hindrance than help. Rest, or don't come at all." Looking at the cherubs beside Milena his brow creased and he glared at them. "It's utterly pathetic that you have to rely on the aid of such lesser beings." Turning away from Milena and the cherubs Dominicus raised the book in hand, it was indeed 'The Why and the How' by Strubar, the Imp. Turning slightly Dominicus showed the cover to Milena "I'll be resting and reading this in my room, I suggest you do something along the same lines Milena." After this was said Dominicus twisted his head around and his silver eyes assessed her once again, disapproval was evident in the hues. But turning his head back away from Milena once again a frown formed, both disapproval and something that Dominicus could not describe, having never felt it before. It was utterly bizzare, and not a feeling, almost a sensation that he wished to repeat.

Dominicus rolled his eyes at the positively exuberant atmosphere that was wrought from just a few words and a perfect smile. Even without looking into the cherubs souls Dominicus knew that each and every one of the underlings were sincere in their assurances. "Shall we?"

"Yes, lets leave before an overly enthusiastic cherub decides to impair your movement, and thus keep your presence here." A few grimaces emerged on the faces of one or two cherubs after Dominicus had said this. Hollow laughter escaped Dominicus, and he gave the grimacing cherubs a disparaging, almost smug smile. Although, Dominicus reasoned, he had absolutely nothing to be smug about, and that the outburst of any laughter was completely uncharacteristic of him. Putting a stopper on any further allusions to frivolity Dominicus broke the ring of cherubs and stalked to the door. Remembering the fatigued angel with him Dominicus slowed his pace until Milena's strides matched his. He was losing his edge, his apathy and to do so would be catastrophic as the Angel of Death. Was this the result of a long bond to someone? Shaking the thought from his mind, Dominicus set his eyes on the door, and willed his feet to move faster. They stubbornly ignored him, the mutinous appendages.

Soon, but alas not soon enough, Dominicus grasped the shining metal ring of the door and swung it open, taking a few steps back he held the heavy wooden door open for Milena to pass through. He was cold yes, but informal no, he had observed the human males doing things such as this, and they were always well received and the action also commanded respect, in an odd sort of way. Whilst holding the door open Dominicus looked out the iron framed windows and at the encroaching pale moon, and the vibrant setting sun. The view from the library was always picturesque, it was unmarred by any tree or building, the views were pure and unblemished. Blinking slowly, Dominicus asked himself a question; was he going senile in his old age? Becoming soft and nostalgic, as well as looking at the scenery. Fervently, he hoped that that was not the case.

A sound of derision escaped Dominicus as he heard Milena's words. 'Entertaining'? How was helping the other angels going to be satisfying, nigh even entertaining!? However at Milena's last point Dominicus let slip a satisfied smirk, he could imagine now the expressions of horror and revulsion from the mortals, and when the time came to be Judged he fancied all the pleads to him. Direct pleads for once. Not to some other celestial being, it was irksome at best. Dominicus huffed and crossed his arms as they walked, before his proclamation: "When the Goddess returns however, she would have my head and strip me of my wings if the humans knew of our existence." With a sly grin he added: "It would be most amusing though as you say."

Walking down the darkening corridors Dominicus surreptitiously glanced at Milena. Her hair was in disarray, bags were forming under her eyes she looked as if the imminent rest was much needed. The sounds of their footsteps reverberating on the stone walls was all that could be heard, and the recently lit candelabra sent small wafts of smoke around the passageway. Sighing Dominicus ran a hand through his hair and inhaled deeply through his nostrils, getting the scent of the hot wax. "Although I do admit that restoring the Meteor Stones will be...amusing. I do like to observe the humans from time to time, their emotions and thoughts are...interesting but to me are unconceivable..." Drifting off from what he was saying Dominicus realised he had said too much and closed his mouth with a slight click of his white teeth making sudden contact. Really, if he was letting his composure slip this much, he must be in need of some rest.

((Ha ha ha, I do that too. It really helps you write! I also tend to draw from personal experiences, such as when I describe pain I reflect on what it felt like to be hit by a car going at 60kph. LOL))

((I'm back now. I know some of you are still here, but I'm going to PM everyone (who is still around) anyways, just in case))

Elysia awoke with a start, and looked around the room. It appeared to be empty now, and outside the sun was setting. She sat back in her chair with a sigh, and shook her head. Everyone deserved to rest a bit before they had to leave for the human world. She could probably use some rest too, even though there wasn't likely much time. With that thought, she rose from her chair, and perched carefully on the windowsill before taking flight.

She hovered a moment far enough from the building complexes that she could see most of them clearly and tapped her chin. She almost never left her shrine, and as such, rarely ever went to her room. As a result, she wasn't sure she remembered where it was. So seeing a promising portion of the building, she flew towards it and stopped a cherub running an errand outside.

"Excuse me," she called, trying to sound pleasent, they still froze and looked somewhat afraid when they noticed her, "Do you...know where my room is?" she asked, unable to stop a blush from creeping onto her face. The cherub blinked in surprise, and pointed to one of the windows below.

"I believe it is that one, miss," he responded, and then quickly added, "We've been trying our best to keep it neat."

She nodded her thanks and quickly dove in the window. It was indeed her room, but it felt very unfamiliar to her. She cocked her head at the various crystal scultures, and guessed she hadn't really been in here since she created the Meter Stones. Walking around a bit, her wing bumped a glassy carving that she hadn't noticed was there. It wobbled a bit, and then crashed loudly to the ground, causing her to wince. She stared at the shards of crystal on the ground and groaned, as it only reminded her of things she would far rather forget.