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((I am currently working on the set up for the banquet so it should be here soon. Everyone should start wrapping up with having their characters going to bed or asleep, so you are ahead of the game ^^ or you can take Mr. E's advice. I shall have an announcement like the previous time to bring in the celebration...and then we party! Should I make an ooc thread for this rp?))

OOC LINK FOR ADVOCATE THREAD: Hangout Thread

This link will take you to the guild's official hang out thread in Barton ooc, where much discussion over advocate already takes place so check out the most recent pages.

Born on the longest day of the hottest season, an angel rises to change the course of time...

Again he was shaken out of his troubling reverie. Leo peered around to see who had touched him upon the shoulder. “Ah, Nikks, it you,” Leo almost thought that Mitsu had returned back down to finish her chat with Crowe. “Tomorrow is the banquet, up in the heavenly skies in celebration to Lucifer’s birthday. I expect all of us should get a good nights rest, for who knows what will happen this year,” Leo said in a grave tone. “Now if you will excuse me, I must make sure our Master gets up to bed as well,” And with a nod to Jo, Leo passed by him and into the living room where he stopped and made a little ‘cough.’ To announce his presence.

Lost in thought once more, Lucifer paused when a cough came from the room’s entrance, revealing Leo standing, arms crossed. With a sigh he rose from the chair and followed Leo out of the living room.



((The banquet post is coming soon. Please disregard that Leo and Lucifer are passing by everyone and up the stairs, I just want them to go to bed without further wait))

The sun had not even peeked over the horizon when movement started in the heavenly realm. Servants quietly moved about. They were dressed in one shoulder white togas, golden gladiator shoes, and olive wreaths were wrapped around each of their heads. A march began as white chairs, linen, plates and silverware were being carried to where the ceremony would take place later today. Others carried brooms and mops, converging onto every inch of marble, and not letting any dust flee…

Gabriel awoke once the tiny shaft of light filtered through his open window. It was quite a previous night, he was guardian to Falor Devond, bumped into Leo twice, and even was assistance to a fellow angel. Gabriel stretched and rose from the bed, his eyes went straight to the empty shell that was neatly laid out on a nearby white couch. Rising up, he went over and grabbed his little cleaning kit, beginning to wax and buff his armor so that it gleamed with the sunrays of the rising sun. He didn’t do this everyday, just the days he needed time to think, to not worry about anything other than the shine of precious metal. Finally the task was done Gabriel grabbed a powerbar and examined his handiwork while munching on his habitual breakfast. The armor didn’t only symbolize his rank within the Holy Warriors, but as a reminder that he was no longer an archangel to God, ever since he retired from the post of God’s messenger, Gabriel had returned the horn and donned on the battle uniform. It was not the end of time and resurrection he was concern with, he had grown obsessed over a greater evil. So those who had ever glimpsed his true image either faded into history or paradise. Mortals were left musing to whether what they had seen was true. He was up for interpretation and molding by humans, and even went as far as having the marble statue of his likeness removed from the castle. Gabriel threw the wrapper into a waste bin and went to shower before putting on his shinning regalia.

Feet clanked against the recently polished floor. There wasn’t a place he looked that didn’t sparkle or shine. He went through the hall of archangels, why? He didn’t know but his feet were taken there. The long marble hallway had ornate cut alcoves on either side. Each niche wrapped around 10 foot sculptures of expertly carved and polished marble, depicting archangels holding various items and draped in white flowing linen. There was Michael, and to the left Raphael, and further on was Phanuel. As he walked on there was Selaphiel and Jeremiel. His echoing footsteps stopped in front of an empty alcove, the golden title upon a large pedestal had many different tongues written upon it, each saying Gabriel. Gone was what he had been and now standing was what he now was. But was it what he truly wanted?

He continued on his path only to stop, and wait in the grand entrance. Taking up a post at the bottom of the stairs, where he leaned against the marble railing. Soon, many feet would come down from different stairways to join him in the foray, where a servant would then led them to where this year’s ceremony would be held. Many rumors were circulating that it would be held in God’s personal garden. The place that inspired the design of paradise. If that was the case then it would be the first for everyone who would be intending, save for God and the damnable Lucifer.



“Rise and shine, sir.” Came Leo’s voice as he opened the curtain wide, letting the rays of morning sun beam into the baroque furnished room that hinted of the Victorian age. A low hiss came from between red sheets of the four poster bed. “Go on making that sound and your advocates will start to think you are a vampire,” Leo said, pulling apart another curtain. “A package has been delivered to you,” The bundle of bed sheets wriggled as Lucifer’s sleepy head poked out, he was interested now as a thin white box was placed upon the bed. “A Birthday present!” he cheered as he picked up the box and examined the little tag fastened to a large curly red ribbon. “Now who sent it?” he mused though he instantly recognized the elegant writing, “Uncle sent this!” and now he was even more curious as he ripped off the red ribbon and opened the lid revealing…

"…Egads! He has bought me clothes to wear to the banquet! Has he been counting backwards with each birthday that he thinks I am a toddler again, to play dress up with.” Lucifer fumed as he tossed the box and its contents off the bed and onto the floor before pulling the bed sheets over his head and wriggling back into a restful position. Leo silently carried over his master’s breakfast tray, placing it upon the bed stand before retrieving the ousted present from the floor. Leo held up a white long sleeve robe. But is wasn’t only white for at bottom of the hem grew red lilies, rising up at different lengths. “It seems to be made out of the finest silk,” Leo commented as a grumble came from between the sheets. “And it comes with a red sash. Hand sewn and colored,” Leo still holding up the elegant robe and accompanied sash, though he now stood by his master’s bedside. Lucifer peered out from under a fold, glaring up at Leo. Then he sighed, “fine, I’ll wear it so the work of many silk worms is for not.” He took the bowl of cereal from the platter and began munching on it, thinking before adding, “why in the world did he pick out clothes for the banquet, the last time he did that was when I was a tot. Something is fishy.” Leo folded the robe gently and laid it upon the bed, looking down at them in deep thought. “Where is everyone?” Lucifer asked in between mouthfuls. Leo tore his gaze from the clothes to answer. “Either still waking up, eating breakfast downstairs, which Mitsu is, or gathering in the living room.” Lucifer took a swig of orange juice before replying, “Well, I better hurry, shan’t keep heaven waiting too long.”

Mitsu was sitting at the breakfast table in the kitchen, sipping on a cup of steaming green tea, her eyes closed and meditative. She was in full regalia of ceremonial clothes. Mitsu rarely left Hades and never left the estate, there was too much risk upon her life if she left the protective barrier, her confine. In light of this, she took the liberty of dressing her best on this occasion, choosing to represent her mother’s heritage. Painted lips touched the cup before she heard the sound of footsteps coming down the stairs, creaking slightly from age. Mitsu’s eyes open to peer over at Lucifer and Leo. Lucifer was dressed in a robe befitting his look and fine build for the robe had been tied at one side of the hip, while white trousers were engulfed by red boots. It was a very formal look, something Lucifer always kept away from. Though she couldn't help noting that the crimson lilies looked like blood. Leo on the other hand, wore a more somber set of a black suit and tie, befitting a funeral. Mitsu eyed the two extremes with some apprehension, but giggle past her lips, though it was squelched instantly by a murderous look. She quickly drained her cup and hurried after them into the living room, where they waited for the rest to join.

The morning came, and Rayden woke up. It wasn't any sun rays that awoke him, or any sound that disturbed his sleep, but mostly just habit. It had become an habit of him to get up early, before the sun fully rose and showed itself. Some would say it was his "biological clock", he said it was an old habit he kept from the times he still had a free soul. A bandaged foot stepped on the cool floor, and soon enough a fully dressed "reaper" would rise: indeed, Crowe always slept with his clothes on, or at least his bandages. Never did he like to reveal his body, as it was slowly getting the more and more corrupted by his dark powers, the very ones he acquired from the trade with Lucifer, or well, one of Lucifer's advocates. Crowe looked down at his left hand, the top of it and then his palm, wondering if he should actually change clothes... He would still look the same, but dirty clothes could start smelling, and even though he didn't care what impression he would give the angels, he would still like as less attention on him as possible. With a grunt, the mummy decided to change his entire wrappings, but he would eat breakfast first.

After breakfast, and after about an hour of being patient enough to re-wrap his entire body with new bandages, Rayden finally got out of his little room(definitively not one of the most comfortable rooms), and went into the living room. At the time he got there, nobody was waiting to go. Crowe picked a corner and walked to it. Resting his back on the wall, arms crossed, he closed his hidden eyes and slightly tilted his head, freeing his mind of any thoughts to relax while patiently waiting for the other invited people.

Astril awoke with a start, too excited to have slept any longer anyways. She stood and let the silk slide off her tiny 5'5", 98lbs frame. It felt savagely good on her skin, but she had to get ready for the banquet. Her master's birthday was today and she could barely stand to wait to give him her gift. She picked up the small, black box with white ribbons and studied it, hoping Lucifer would accept it. Opening it slightly, she gazed at the lovely thing resting inside, which shined purely. Noticing her nudity as she felt a breeze, she put the box down, picking up the dress she planned on wearing to the event. Its maroon coloring and silken texture a marvel of sewing. (dress : http://i429.photobucket.com/albums/qq14/aliciadmark/Asrtilsdress-2.png?t=1250269363 )
She slid the thing on with ease, then walked outside the gorgeous room and down the stairs, in which the color of the wood was identical to that of her dress. She entered the dining room and saw her masters outfit, giggling a little. "You look devilishly handsome, M'lord." ((pun intended))

Three, for some reason sideways, crimson numbers faded slowly into view. Unable to comprehend the strange numericals while still half asleep, he opened his eyes wider. 9:47 His eyes drifted closed again before the numbers flashed once in his mind. He jumped quickly from the bed, yelping a little as the cold tile floor touched his bare feet. "********!" He had overslept, again. Everyone was probably already waiting for him and he didn't even know what to wear. Running quickly to the closet he tore open the doors, a chill of fear running up his back at what he saw.

Orange, red, yellow, blue, black, green. Every single thing in his closet was covered in multiple layers of paint. Breathing hard he began to rip things from their hangers, eagerly searching for something without a stain on it. His eyes fell upon a white dry-cleaners bag. Where the hell did it come from, he didn't care. Suspecting Leo might be the culprit, he tore the bag from it's hanger and unzipped it. He almost lost his breath as his eyes gazed across the lightly striped suit. It was actually...good looking. Even more amazing considering Leo picked it out. "I can make this work...."

He hurried over to the mirror, intent of taming his wild hair. He grabbed the first three bottles of Dye he could find and mixed them all together on his hands. The blondish goop that resulted didn't look too promising, but he was late enough as it is. He ran the dye through his hair, adding in some hair gel while he spread everything through his silver hair. "Almost..." With a smile he spikes his hair out a little bit. His eyes ran through the many lip rings that lay scattered about his dresser. The only one that would match was solid black. Looping it hurriedly through his lip, he snatched the suit from his bed and threw it on, straitening it out as best he could and grabbing a random hat from his closet. Without pausing to check anything else he ran down the hallway, nearly tripping at the top of the stairs as he slowed to a walk. "Heh...sorry I'm late Luci."


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