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 Posted: Tue Sep 16, 2014 10:30 am
So far, so good. Day three of the interview process rolled around, and she was still alive - most notably, perhaps, was that she hadn't yet encountered an agent of the Negaverse, nor had she succumbed to a terrible fate met with a youma. Both were greatly fortunate occurrences, of course, but stood out as unusual in Angel's mind. I don't think any spirits would get much joy out of turning my fate toward the better. Maybe they're just throwing me a bone in preparation for some horribly exciting turn of events they've got waiting for me. Now that'd be a surprise...
With each day survived, though, Angel grew bolder. She added more posters in a broader radius of Destiny City, each sporting their carefully chosen demonic seals and each location edited to point to the park rather than the picnic table from before. And now, she found no qualms in sitting in the dark, not far from the nearest street lamp, sipping her tea from the disposable cups she often acquired from her new favorite tea store.
While she waited, Angel practiced tracing out the 72 seals she had memorized some time ago, though with the advent of powered life, she lacked the certainty in their nuances anymore. Paimon came to mind first, followed by Forneus and Astaroth. And by the time she finished the H on his name, something stirred between the trees at the edge of the clearing. Angel paused, all senses on high alert, vigilant as ever while she stared unblinkingly toward the movement, waiting for a creature of unearthly proportions to crawl through the darkness. Or perhaps an agent, well-practiced in the arts of execution, intended to silence what might come of her interviews.
Yet, it was only a rabbit.
Sighing, Angel muttered curses under her breath "So much for getting comfortable in these oddball little arrangements, Angel," she teased herself gently. "Oh, come now, Person-Number-Four. I'm not terribly patient. I gave up on trying."
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Posted: Tue Sep 23, 2014 10:05 am
It'd been hard to miss the posters. The occult symbols might have lost their specific meaning to her eyes, but she could pretend she had a faint grasp of what they were from all her time spent over Constantine and Justice League Dark stories. Among others. But her curiosity had been held off by first... well. Not quite disinterest. More like disinterest in her own opinions. A Page who hadn't done much wasn't exactly worth much of an interview.
"Person-Number-Four? Well, glad to hear you've been getting bites after all," came the chipper tone from a bit further down the path, symbols of Mars glinting across her bracers, belt, and shoulder beneath the street lamp. Her eyes carefully took in the woman, hoping her own friendly smile was a good cover for the tiny, tiny voice that had begun to nag her since she'd decided to pursue this. And what if this is something from the Negaverse?
Castor and Pollux's.... exhibition, for a lack of better terms, had given her a barrage of thought trains focusing on just how... ill informed it seemed some people were on subjects. Perhaps she was horribly wrong, of course, and she'd simply misjudged the brothers--but even the responses of some of the senshi around them had struck her as... bizarre, given her own experiences. Stepping closer, bolder, towards the woman on the bench, she held out her hand in formal greeting. "Themiscyra, Page of Mars. I suppose I'll be your fourth, if you're interested." She still didn't think she had a grand story to tell, but assuming this woman wasn't working on Chaos payroll--did they even get paid?--then perhaps it would be a good outlet for... well. The knights' side of the game board.
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Posted: Sat Sep 27, 2014 6:48 pm
"Oh, come now, don't be coy. I'm always interested, especially in a lady dressed in such a Roman fashion this eve. Have a seat, if you're not terribly turned off from the whole interview affair, and tell me a bit about yourself." Angel immediately dropped the intent of drawing out what seals she memorized in favor of scrutinizing her new arrival. The woman sported long, black hair and a manner of dress that did not fall in line with traditional senshi dress habits - she sported no silly bows here or there, and the skirt she wore spoke of leather rather than simple cloth. Angel grew envious of it, for Astarte lacked such welcome protection.
Of course, the woman's name sealed the deal. "Themiscryra..." She mumbled as she scribbled out her best guess at spelling. "Page of Mars... Interesting, very interesting." Finished with her header, Angel set her pen at the top of the page and laced her fingers across the smooth surface, leaning forward to better project to her latest interviewee. "So what exactly is a Page of Mars? An acolyte of sorts, maybe? And what can you tell me of Mars? Science tells us the planet's dead as a doornail, and has been so for like a million years or some rot, while mythology and folklore treat Mars as the Roman counterpart to Ares - a veritable god of war.
"And if you're a Page of Mars, then that begs the question of if there's Pages of other worlds - Mercury, Venus, Pluto, Saturn... Or is it only Mars that gets Pages? Perhaps Venus gets Disciples, and Pluto sports Acolytes or something of the sort.
"Oh, and before I forget... How do Pages relate to the terrorists in this city? Senshi, as they're called?"
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