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Posted: Thu Sep 11, 2014 12:42 am
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Abira & Raygnar
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With nothing but a solemn look all over, Abira had taken precaution about her surroundings. This place called 'Hell' wasn't all that bad...no it really wasn't. The angels with their propaganda make it seem like it was really bad. But living here for 120 years can really take a toll from within. With her knowledge of all demons, she knew it was best to give up hope on returning home...or the fact that she will ever be deemed innocent. Now, she can only do is make sure she serves the Dante family at best, whom can only expressed hatred onto the angels. Sometimes that hate, she felt like, came toward her since she WAS one of them (but now Fallen) with her wings clipped and her name soiled into the death-books.
With Raygnar's orders streaming through her head, she was to watch over Diaval, obey his every whim until he had returned from his duties. Something that she always have done before as her first days with them when the boys were teenagers. She adjusts her shaggy, loose blue hood as she stares at the boy named Diaval as he tended to his normal guard duties, while she just stared at the roses. Her blue eyes bored down onto the wilted ones, imaging herself being one of the dead ones....just used for games like the angels were used for nothing but a simple pawn. She then pulls the hood down to where her eyes is now hidden from the world. Her blue dress swayed along with the gentle breeze that passes by her ever so slowly. The dress was almost like a drape that would remind someone of the 1800's style human women wore back then. Her sleeves bell-cuffed along with a cape that laid gently on her shoulders and covered her chest. Abira's color was blue and Diaval would just have to get used to it.
"Stupid Roses." Her voice was cold, obviously the angelic voice she used to have had now vanished to thin air. It was the only response she will give as she learned from various beatings that it was best to keep quiet and only say a few words that are necessary to the question. She could only observe the garden as she mumbled a few other things, most likely when Raygnar would come home.. Her hidden eyes could only watch the dark skies as some of the clouds passes on by. She knew that the people here probably never have known the blue skies....since their skies are grey and their sun was red...not yellowish-gold like the humans. The clouds looked like black smog instead of the white snow. However, when it rained...it looked to be the same as human rain...which used to make her feel melancholy along with shame. Her head tipped over when she heard noises from the entrance Automatically, she tip-toed down as well, hoping it was Raygnar who had returned. Her dress and cape dragged along the stairs kind of marking where it had been. When she soon realizes that, she had to turn to make sure she dragged no dirt for the remainder of the journey.
Seeing it as nothing but the messengers, she only frowned and was about to turn back to go to Diaval, she heard the messenger ask her rudely to give the letter to him: "Hey slave, bring this to your master.". His smug made her narrow her eyes, safe as they were hidden in the darkness. Her eyes narrowed even deeper, how dare he compare her to the angel bastards! Her eyes kept that narrow glare at him, knowing she was safe thanks to the hood's protective barriers, so when the letter was given to her pale hands, she just ran up the steps, ignoring the messenger's rude comment again. She didn't say much of anything until she got to Diaval who just sat there. Her narrow immediately vanishes, tipping upward with the hood now fallen off of her face and head. Her blue hair started to shine, showing off her 'weird' hairstyle. Her hair was short, but with two thin pigtails that didn't go up...and then down...but went down almost like a waterfall. "A letter." She then turned, and left to go to the rode garden again....to be at peace.
Staring at nothing but papers and a glass of wine, Raygnar grumble from within the redwood desk. He had stayed up for a VERY long time just to get 1/2 of the work done he had needed to do. His golden eyes bore tiredly at one of the papers that seem to be from the King wanting a 'certain' fighting tactic done. "Don't get your panties all hunched up..." He muttered, as he slowly got a grip on the wine glass and let it drain into his throat...finding that to be the only luxuries thing. "For a bunch of sorry humans, they make good drinks.." He sighs, rubbing his temple on the process. His white hair was raggedy and a little messed up from all the work he had to do. So when he deemed it safe, he lifts himself up and drags himself to one of the couches and pounced onto the soft cushions, his eyes immediately closed and he drowned into the wonders of sleep.
But sadly, he only got a good 2 hour nap as the soldier had came in to bare the news. "Commander! Commander we go-..." The boy could only look down to the sleepy, and obviously pissed off man. "How about a ********' knock on the door?! What is it?!" The soldier was taken aback by his temper, but he knew it was normal for him. "The head soldier sir wants to speak to you...about the 'prisoner' they captured."
"Do you think I give a flying ******** on what angel you captured? Just put him on slave labor or something I don't give a s**t." "But uuuuh....sir...the soldier's a girl." Raygnar immediately lifted his head as if in surprise. "What?" "A...girl sire." Raygnar glared at him like it was some stupid joke but when he had studied his body language, it was serious. He stood up and adjusted his cloak. "Lead me to this prisoner..." The soldier nodded as he escorts the commander through the halls of the abandoned hotel to end up outside where most of the soldiers have taken the outside domain to relax and obviously goof off before another battle. Raygnar didn't think too much of it, despite his eyes feeling baggy and his neck all sore. The soldier then stops as he could see the head-soldier; the man was obviously an older gentleman...with a mustache that curled downward a little and his short hair was spiked up. The hair was a dark-blood red as he wore what any other head person would wear; red and black army attire with black boots. "What's wrong with you? You look like a wreck." The head-man said, excusing the soldier to let him and Raygnar talk. "I just had to finish some late-night stuff. So now tell me the truth: Is this soldier really a girl?"
"Yes sir. It was a shock to some of us but somewhat amusing at the same time. She was on an alias as 'Madoc Haworth' and apparently made a stupid decision on going through our borders. She does not speak, even from a few beatings." Raygnar had to stop himself from glaring, believing it was not right to hurt a woman...even though she is an enemy. However, if she was a threat to himself or his family he will gladly treat her like a frickin' guy. "So what you propose we do with her?" He asks, following the older man to the cell-door where a bunch of soldiers were talking. The head-man dismisses them to let them rest up as he then knocks on the door, almost giving the girl a signal. "I have already talked to some of the higher-uppers along with the Advisor and King himself. Some say to put her to slave work like cleaning for the soldiers and doing the dirty work so the soldiers can focus on the fighting. While...well..some said it was best to give her away to prostitution to let men get rid of the long acquitted sexual desires."
"That's disgusting..."
"Indeed. But since she belongs to you, you decide on either of the two...or a whole entire different punishment altogether." Raygnar nodded. "'Imma see what I can get out of this person. Thank you for the information." He then allows the man to go do his normal duties as he then opens the door, trying to look intimidating but his facial expression probably would make it a laughingstock for whomever was there. He bore his tired eyes at the missus in her under-dress with her tannish, short hair and blue eyes...but they seem dull compared to Abira's sapphire eyes. "Someone had a little trouble coming here." He then grabs a chair to sit himself down, feeling his feet starting to shake. His arms were crosses and his golden eyes turned to venom. "Now...unless you wanna be a prostitute for some of the soldiers here...I hereby ask for your identification and how a girl like you was able to fool the angel soldiers to thinking your a guy?" Yes, he was treating her like s**t but she had two decisions: answer the question or be a slut for the 50 soldiers that can do as they please with her.
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Posted: Thu Sep 11, 2014 5:23 pm
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Posted: Thu Sep 11, 2014 6:49 pm
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Abira & Raygnar
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Abira looked at the rose garden, a little at peace since she was by herself as Diaval read the letter, even asking himself if Raygnar had gotten the letter....and then the possibility that he did. Abira sighs as she then just let her hand stroke the wilted roses ].
Abira bent over the bare, jagged remains of the garden. Crumpled and dried petals littered the ground on which she stood. It was not like Persephone’s Garden, of course, but she taken an undeclared awe in it. What a shame it was, to see the precious roses wilt. She could've sworns he’d watered them only yesterday, but the days had flown by with such tremendous speed, it had become difficult to remember. The recent angel attacks had been predictable and pathetic, abruptly put to an end, but they left her with little time, as she was expected to serve the Dante family. After all, Diaval was the son of the former commander, before he was so brutally slaughtered. Diaval's elder brother, Raygnar, took his place, as was expected of him. ‘Avenge your father’, that had been the command shoved down their throats since childhood. But what was the point in avenging a man who never raised you, was never there for the first decade of your wretched existence, only to get himself slain on your eleventh birthday? His mother didn’t care; she thought that it would be a great dishonor if her two sons were to grow up to be anything but soldiers. She’d died a year before Diaval enlisted, and he loved her, so he honored her wishes. Battles were so tedious and pointless, and Abira honestly didn’t understand why she—why all of the living beings, really—had to partake in them.
He narrowed his eyes at her as she did the same at him. His tired eyes must have made the angel think he was not to be bothered with.....but he was. "I obviously don't appreciate you looking at me like I am a zombie And they say Angels are purity, feh, dead wrong. And your name is not....whatever name you went by, we are not idiots like the angels have fed into your brain. And it's true you might not be free if you answer my question but I can always throw you back to the angel side, let the angels punish for you in lying and fighting in the war. They will clip your wings and make you a fallen angel which you'll end up...where? MY side." He snarls, almost like Hade's three-headed dogs. "Your stuck either way so might as well make the best of it. Angels don't give a damn now, your only a woman who does nothing but make babies. Maybe you wanna be in denial..that's ******** fine with me if you wanna be free to go see your 'friends' who will turn their backs on you for fighting a 'man's battle." He then turns around: "Besides, I have an angel in my house and at least she fully understands that your little 'angelic' peace is nothing but a socialist propaganda. But that's fine Missus." He made a dramatic sound at the girl's 'surname per say. "And if you wanna be a rude a** clown, at least call me Raygnar. The one who killed your queen a few years back?" It was true...to prove his worth to the demons that he can succeed under his father he had kidnapped the queen and killed her...how? His previous occupation was an assassin...assassins have to be quick and nimble to survive their jobs. And besides that....the angel queen was Abira's mother....not a good mix. "Now, You decided how your life will be. You can have the easy way or the hard way. And trust me...I will do the hard way. You may be a woman, but it doesn't excuse you from anything. You wanna be a man, so be it." He then sat at the chair and stared at the girl, awaiting her answer at this point.
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Posted: Thu Sep 11, 2014 11:03 pm
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Posted: Fri Sep 12, 2014 3:49 pm
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Abira & Raygnar
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Abira sighed as the man she is suppose to watch is just.....well...kind of boring her. So she decided that it would be best to go on home. So she decided to head off with the money Raygnar left behind for her to go shopping (In case they are missing something for food). She takes the money and leaves the manor to go to the supermarket.
Problem was...her color was blue....which was a dangerous thing to wear outside in the demonlands. She could feel the malicious stares at her as she was heading to the fruit-market to get some pumpkin. Her hands held onto her chest tightly as she went through the streets to go to the shops. Upon entering, she went to where most of the fruit/vegetables are. She kept her guard up since she was not really considered a citizen here...only a slave. And that meant ANYTHING could be done to her and no one will help her because they don't have to. Aisle after Aisle she finally found what she needed, including a pumpkin. She automatically grabbed the pumpkin but she soon realizes it was heavy so she had to 'borrow' a wagon to get everything to the house. She didn't say much since the fear of being beaten down was still fresh from her mind. So she just puts the money down and leaves with the food.
She then could suddenly feel an aura behind her that was a threat. The adrenaline within her made her forget about the heaviness of the food and run through the streets to get inside the manor and out of public eye. She lets her back stream down the door until her butt landed on the ground. Her body shakes violently for about a few seconds before she was able to stand up again and carry the pumpkin up on the kitchen counter. "I'm back." She shouts, something she did out of habit even when someone was not home.
She preheated the oven to 350 degrees while she got the items she needed to make the pie: cream cheese, sugar, salt, eggs, half-and-half, butter, vanilla extract, cinnamon, ginger, pie dough, and whipped cream. She places 1 piece of pre-made pie dough down into a (9-inch) pie pan and presses down along the bottom and all sides.She then pinches and crimp the edges together to make a pretty pattern. She then puts the pie shell back into the freezer for 1 hour to firm up, fitting a piece of aluminum foil to cover the inside of the shell completely. She fills the shell up to the edges with pie weights and places it in the oven. Bake for 10 minutes, remove the foil and pie weights and bake for another 10 minutes or until the crust is dried out and beginning to color.
During the whole firming the pie dough, she made the filling, in a large mixing bowl. Abira beats the cream cheese with a hand mixer while adding the pumpkin and beat until combined together. Add the sugar and salt, the eggs mixed with the yolks, half-and-half, and melted butter, and beats them until combined. Finally, she added the vanilla, cinnamon, and ginger, and beats until incorporated.
Abira pours the filling into the warm prepared pie crust and bakes for 50 minutes, She now places the pie on a wire rack and cool to room temperature. The whipped cream was set alongside the pie so they can decide on if he wanted it on top. She then rings the bell out of habit, as it was to let someone know the food was done while she kept on cooking, having an idea on what to make.
Raygnar stared at her in the eyes as they were face to face, so close that they could feel each other's breath: "Oh really? So it wasn't the Queen who decided the demon children should not be exposed so she commanded the army to hang them?! THAT QUEEN?! She has killed children from my land, and that was the final straw! And what about the daughter? The daughter found out about the slaughter, she didn't get any ******** praises for being an angel...no she got thrown into hell and became my slave because of your stupid queen!? That b***h got what she deserved." He then exits and shuts the door, making sure she saw nothing but darkness. When he got out, two soldiers looked at him expecting an answer. "Well?"
"She's stubborn...I must say. Seems like my slave ha-......wait...slave!" He had an idea. "Fetch me the robe and collar..right now!" The two immediately sped off to get the desired items. Once they got back, he thanks them and enters the room again where the angel is. Not letting her react, he got a robe around her neck and tightened it..not too much to where she will not breathe and die of an 'unique' hanging. He forces her to stand up on her two legs before staring at one of the soldiers. "Tell the Head-Man that I have decided her fate." He doesn't let the soldier give a response as he drags the angel down through the field to go to his manor. He plans to have the angel stay at his house, where a Fallen angel and a royal guard of his brother lived...and hopefully they know how to get the answer out of this one.
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Posted: Fri Sep 12, 2014 11:00 pm
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Posted: Sat Sep 13, 2014 6:48 pm
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Abira & Raygnar
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She didn't notice that Diaval was there, and unfortunately she didn't have time to give him an apology...she could only continue the cooking. Before Raygnar came home, she was able to finish some salad, Cioppino, and rice. She planned to pour the Cioppino onto the rice. With the seafood, marinara, and rice...it sounded pretty good. "Who made Pie?" A voice rang through Abira's ears, signaling her that Raygnar had come home. "I did." She then puts down the bowls and walks out to where the front door was. "Welcome home." She then was going to help with the coat until she saw what was an angel. Immediately her eyes narrowed with pure disgust and hatred. "Is this her? Why'd you bother bringing her here for?" She scoffs, kind of wondering why Raygnar made a vast decision. The older boy responded cooly: "I figured this will be your birthday gift...after all. I saw that your rose garden was starting to wither."
A birthday gift? Abira asks herself, kind of curious on how the 'gift' was suppose to be used...was it labor wise? That was Abira's thing..... But she shrugged her shoulders at them as she let the two talk it over. Once Raygnar was done explaining, she asks him: "Where would she sleep?" She asks, kind of concerned if the angel would have to be with her. Raygnar eyes the angel and then at Abira....showing the same concern. He then ties the robe on a tight hook that was on the wall"Is there a reason for this?" "Yes, but we'll talk of this at the kitchen." Raygnar led the two to the other room so the Angel would not hear.
He scoffs: "Can you shut up? Your starting to sound like a squeaky dolphin." Boy is Raygnar gonna have FUN time with her. When he opened the door, he was almost taken aback by the smell of pumpkin pie. "Who made pie?" "I did, welcome home." Abira came from the kitchen to greet him to only raise a brow and even blink: "Is this her? Why'd you bother bringing her here for?"
"I figured this will be your birthday gift...after all. I saw that your rose garden was starting to wither." He gave his 'fallen angel' a small smile with a hint of mischief. "And she is not talking so I might as well let 'Mr.Angel' do some community service, like tending the roses" He meant probably that she will deal with the harder labor in this household than what he lets Abira deal with.
He doesn't know why but he almost considers Abira family even though she was once angel. He did admit he didn't like her but hearing what had happened made him a bit sympathetic so he treats her a bit more nicely than most demons would treat fallen angels. Abira, the little fallen angel, asks him: "Where would she sleep?" Raygnar had to admit that it was a good question, he could only eyes the angel and then at Abira....showing the same concern. He then ties the robe on a tight hook that was on the wall as he got to Abira. "Is there a reason for this?" Raygnar was already making the girl wear the collar around her neck, in replacement of the robe around her neck. But now he made the robe now tied to her wrist...tight enough to where the blood veins were blocked. "Yes, but we'll talk of this at the kitchen." Raygnar led her to the other room so the Angel would not hear. "Is brother home?......DIAVAL!" He called out, wanting to talk to him
Once there he then tells them: "You know I am not a good interrogator..."
"You never were..." Abira mumbled lightly, making sure only Ray heard her. "And also this will be a temporary stay here for the angel, since I did hear the King needs a slave for one of his big projects. He did complain there has been less supply of the slave he wants...and its an angel. So Imma let him know its reserved so he can get it whenever he wants. And also he may pay handsomely for the angel, I will make certain this girl doesn't stay long...if she becomes a threat." He then sniffs the air again: "What did you cook?"
"Cioppino and rice....along with salad." Abira responded: "Is it ok for you to leave the army quarters?"
"Most of the work I do here so there's no worries. Oh and also." He then whispers to Abira:"Don't listen to that angel says. She may already know your a fallen angel so she'll try to convince you otherwise. She plans to do nothing but kill everything around her, she has no mercy."
"I understand."
"Good girl." He pats her on the head before he then stares at the angel, wondering what should be done with her....There's nothing here really..Abira does most of the stuff [which is not too physical] not to mention meaningless tasks aren't gonna benefit us.... He then sees Diaval coming in and nods his head toward the food: "You hungry?"
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Posted: Sat Sep 13, 2014 9:03 pm
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Posted: Sat Sep 13, 2014 9:56 pm
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Raygnar could feel the glares of the two already on the angel he had 'brought' home. That kind of made him doubt his decision....Well..you can't always have everything you want.. He thought as he then heard his brother say: "I'm coming! And yes, I'm starving. Didn't get to eat during the job except when Abira brought me a snack.” Abira however tugged on Felix's jacket: "If I knew that, I would've brought some lunch....tomorrow I will start" She then lets go and lets her hands droop down to her side, allowing Diaval to ask: “Is she the one?” "Yeah that's her. No information can come out of her. Typical angels....there are ways to break them after all."
Abira watches the angel as Ray and Diaval did their usual conversation. Abira knew, through all perspectives, that the war caused him to be a general because of some father. Abira knew that Ray rather deal with animals (like his pet crow) and someday see the human world and let Diaval get a glimpse than deal with a dumb war. “As far as interrogation or as far as what to do with her? Because selling her to the king is fine with me. Since she’s been disagreeable thus far, I’d start by breaking her wings. Beatings simply doesn't always work from my end.”
"It is a good idea, but it is more complicated than you think. Yes you can break them but they have the ability to heal quickly, which unfortunately I have lost. I know the weak points of the wings so the healing process will take longer time..if you wanna go that way that is." Abira then soon peeks at the angel, for some reason hoping the Angel have heard her as it will be her warning. Raygnar then held out his hand as a response: "Not only her name, the headquarters want a LOT of things from her...but so far they have only told me that so far they wanted a name so I will have to wait to hear from them."
He then took a whiff to smell the dinner Abira had made. He hummed a little: "I was starting to get hungry..." He then then was about to sit down until he soon realizes he DID have some work for the Angel. "Actually, I gotta do one more thing before eating."He then got up and made sure to have a good grip on her before untying her. "There is something you are going to do.' He then drags her out, and gets her over to a guesthouse which is 'lacking' repair. It was sanitary of course...but it will take all day to be clean. "You got until tomorrow to fix this." He says coldly, his eyes starting to glow like venom before he shoves her inside and locks the door to make sure she doesn't come out.
He then returns to the two and sighs in relief: "Now that is out of the way, that stupid glare was bothering me." He then glances at Diaval: "So, the only thing I ask is if you want another slave to do the dirty work or do you just want some extra cash?"
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Posted: Sat Sep 13, 2014 10:59 pm
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Diaval listened to him and thought about it. his brother was never good at interrogations. Angels may seem hard to break, but he did know a few ways to learn faster than just beatings. selling her to the king didn't seem so bad as well since there wasn't really much to do. He crossed his arms at their conversation and thought that was a good idea as well. He was about to sit down to eat as well, feeling like he was starving. He saw his brother stop and go over to the angel girl, taking her outside. after a few minutes, he saw him come back and sat down with him. "I don't mind with either option. We don't have many chores at home to have done and Abira is doing a great job with the few that we have," he said. "If the king needs her, then I don't mind at all. Though, I do believe I know a few ways to get her to talk. I think she already hates being around us. Well, mostly you. Great impression you left on her."
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Blanca was hardly able to hear their conversation, but from how low their voices were, she knew it had to be about her. No doubt about it. She leaned against the wall there, feeling like she needed to support her weight since she was already starting to feel her legs go weak. She soon saw him come back to her and untie her, but still with a grip on her. She tried to get away from his grip again, but with beatings and being tired, it didn't help much. She saw a small building that seemed to be in a somewhat good condition. She glared back at him even if his eyes did glow like venom. She had no fear. She fell onto the ground when he shoved her in and locked the door. She groaned and sat up. "I so hate him I wish there was a hell darker than this one to throw him into," she mumbled to herself.
She looked at her surroundings, seeing that the place was a mess. Everything was so dirty it almost seemed like no one had stayed there in a while. She gave a sigh and rubbed her wrist. At least she could feel the blood flow into her hand again. She stood up and walked around a bit, trying to get used to the place. "I have to clean all this?...well, it isn't as bad as my house or the barracks." She gave another sigh as maybe she could just escape, but all the windows were barred, preventing her from escape. She groaned once more and decided to just clean since she couldn't stand the place being dirty. |
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Posted: Sun Sep 14, 2014 9:02 pm
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Abira & Raygnar
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"I don't mind with either option. We don't have many chores at home to have done and Abira is doing a great job with the few that we have." Abira blushed lightly as she looked away slightly: "Th-....thanks." She mumbled slightly, blinking a couple of times but kept her hood down as a result: "If the King needs her, then I don't mind at all. Though, I do believe I know a few ways to get her to talk. I think she already hates being around us. Well, mostly you. Great impression you left on her. "I can help you out if it's needed." She put it out there but had really just said it like a slave would have to, she just did not really want to get on anyone's bad side, especially the brothers.
Raygnar was more easy-going...Diaval on the other hand......
"I think the one option to do is breaking her wings....for good." He made a snapping motion on his fists which made Abira shutter so very much as she remembered the pain of her wings being ripped apart. She could only wait until the demon had returned from the angel and sat down on the table, which she hesitantly does too. She was lucky though....she was treated better than most of the fallen angels.
Raygnar sighs: "For now I am having that shed cleaned out. That wasted both our times in there when we can do other important things. I was planning on using that shed for better purposes....mostly training the new soldiers and such. Apparently the old training grounds are diminishing quickly so we have to find new ones." He then got some of the food Abira had made in his mouth, giving a thumbs up in return as he watched his brother eat. "Pumpkin pie...who knew?" He then saw that Abira was barely eating and that made him sigh slightly. "If you want, go check on the Angel to make sure she is not doing anything stupid."
With that the girl nodded and got up. Raygnar has this opportunity to talk to his little brother and his advice on this. "For now I am trying to figure out the use of that angel. I might as likely just give her the death sentence like any other war prisoner but some are saying they want information off her. If I do have to rip up the wings, I'll have to make sure Abira is not watching that.....'moment'." He mumbled, knowing fully well of the shame of having the wings ripped off of their backs....which took away the right to see their home. "Depending on what happens today and tomorrow, we will have to break them for awhile. I will need your help to get the wings broken if we do; that angel will struggle beyond belief. Abira will be there to find the pinpoints. I might as well hold her down while you break them. Unless...you have any other ideas that might make this situation more bearable...."
Walking down the dead rose bushes made Abira frown slightly but nonetheless she decided to climb up the ladder to get on the top window and watch the angel from below. She sat on her knees as her dark-blue robe laid on her shoulders and laid gently down on the floor making a big puddle all around her. She planned to just watch the angel and make sure no trouble was going to be caused. "I hope..........." She couldn't finish the words, as now she just remained silent....watching like a hawk.
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Posted: Mon Sep 15, 2014 12:26 am
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║Diaval Dante ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬
Diaval listened to him and took a piece of pie as well, nodded to Abira in agreement to Ray. It really did remind him of his mother's pie. He listened to his brother and watched her leave the room. He understood what his brother meant by that 'moment'. It would be too painful for her to see. "She can work on serving the new soldiers. Give them something to get crazy over," he said. He ate some more of the pie, thinking it tasted great. "But if we really have to get her to talk, threatening the thing she loves the most would work best. Angels would do anything to make sure the thing they love doesn't get hurt. Whether it be pet, family member, or spouse. I've seen a few angels wish the best for the names they say before they die in battle. You kill them too swiftly and quickly to find their weak point."
He finished up his pie and went for another, thinking it tasted great for another round. He should tell her to make more desserts like this. He served himself some of the other food she made and started to eat it up like the hungry man he was.
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Blanca was filling a bucket with water and grabbed a towel to soak in it. She searched and found some soap, some of it into the water. She soaked the towel in the towel and ringed it of the water. She then started to clean up the walls and furniture, annoyed that it was really dusty. "Man. I should have gotten that robe when I could. That would have helped me with the dust mites," she said to herself. |
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Posted: Tue Sep 16, 2014 10:02 pm
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Abira & Raygnar
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Abira, with her hand on the cheek, watched the girl in a futile attempt to do what Raygnar told her to. She bored her eyes on her effort to get everything cleaned up. Abira knew there was no way she can get this done within a day but who knows...maybe angels can do it quickly. Abira just took a silent breath as she got herself to a darkened, comfortable area where she could be at ease....maybe at peace. But she knew that would be hard to be at peace, so she just laid at her place silently and just watched....waiting.
Raygnar saw his brother stuffing himself like crazy and it triggered his brotherly instinct: "Take it easy man! Your going to get sick!" He had to pull the food back as he knew his brother just ate a whole pie and a lot of the dinner. "Gee whiz, do you remember to take a lunch like.....at all?" He then finished his bowl of Cioppino before standing up. "Something she loves......the only option I can think of is maybe the Widow of the King.....or just her hometown in general...but both are hard to destroy and we all, including her, are aware of. I think the best we can do is give her two options: One is the ask her how the hell she got to be a male otherwise we'll clip her wings...permanently....and two: like you said, find that weak point. I'll figure it out by tomorrow. But anyways, Imma be at my studies. Bring Abira in if you need something...." With that he went up stairs to his bedroom where he could be alone, and also get some sleep for the night anyways.
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