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Post by Starfire on Nov 17, 2013 1:09:49 GMT -6
Starfire glanced over at where she had last seen Rook but she eyes quickly found her new location. 'She's going to die. You know it.' Alex's voice had echoed throughout her head. Placing her hands over her ears she tried again to block him out, knowing that was imposible she let out a loud sigh.
Glancing back at Rook she watched as she had pulled out her dagger and held it to the angels throat. "Rook! No!" Scrambling herself together she stood up again and rushed over toward the two as she tried to grab the dagger from Rook. Shaking her head before throwing Rooks dagger across the room she grabbed Rook and looked her in the eyes, the best thing Star could do would be to try and talk some sense into her. "This is not the way you handle things Rook. I understand you're angry and want to get back at him but you can't do that. You're nt like him. Please trust me. I want to kill him aswell. But not here and not now."
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Rook
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Post by Rook on Nov 17, 2013 12:11:05 GMT -6
Rook's mouth fell open slightly as her dagger was grabbed from her hands. She let go of Drethiel's hair, and let him slump back to the ground. She pursed her lips lightly as shame washed over her from Starfire's words. She avoided eye contact at all costs, and hung her head. "I'm sorry, I just... I..." She ran her hand through her hair and cleared her throat. Stepping off of his body, she finished her train of thought in a quiet, hushed tone. "I want him dead and gone." She looked over her shoulder back at the angel. "Dreth. Get out. Leave. Make it quick." She threatened. Sighing, she let herself down into a seated position and cradled her head in her hand. With the other, she tugged lightly at Starfire's skirt.
"Thank you." She muttered. Sitting across from the unconscious lady, she pulled herself forward and crawled closer to her, inspecting the damage done. Rook grimaced at her pallid skin, her staggering breath. "Starfire... what do we do? How can I repay her?" A wave of guilt weighed down her shoulders as she brushed a bit of the woman's brown hair from her face. If she died... god, if she died, it would trouble Rook for her lifetime. She didn't deserve such sacrifice from a stranger. "Can anyone help her?" She cursed herself for being human, for being nothing more than handy with a knife and quick on her feet. She held no skill that would benefit anyone, especially not someone so wounded to the core. She felt hot, frustrated tears well briefly at her eyes, but she wiped them away.
"Do you know her? Once she's awake again, what can I do to make up for her troubles?" She looked up at Starfire with sincerity. "I'll do anything that I can."
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Drethiel
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Post by Drethiel on Nov 17, 2013 12:13:42 GMT -6
The sharp press of the dagger left his throat, and Drethiel gave a quick, relieving exhale before having his head fall back towards the floor. He sucked in hard at the blow to his forehead, and his eyebrows knit as he gently rubbed it with his cold hand. One thing after another he thought. As Rook stepped off of him, he tried to bring himself up into some kind of seated position. His wings shifted slightly, trying to re-align themselves after a fair amount of abuse, and his vision was warped a little, making him dizzy. His head bobbed lightly as he stared at the ground and tried to wipe away any feelings of disorientation. When Rook told him to leave, he didn’t bother to look at her. Of course he would leave, no one in their right mind would stay if they were in the same position as him.
“With pleasure, I’ll be on my way.” He scoffed. “How kind of you to offer me a way out.” He droned on with heavy sarcasm. Dragging himself to his feet, his wings flapped a couple times, then curled around him, and pulled back again. He stretched his back out, cracked a few joints, and then began his journey towards the door with a limp. Dreaded awful demons, and their meddling, and their filth. As soon as he opened the doors and stepped out, he felt his power return, but only in the slightest. He would need to work at it, and build it up once again. He stretched his wings out in one jolting movement, and in a soft glow of light he retracted the base and let all the feathers fall in a pile at his feet. No one would see those things for a while unless he allowed it. The fallen feathers would eventually blow away.
Clad in white, blending in with the falling snow, Drethiel began to slink away from the church. Pulling his hood up, he brought a sad and lonely expression upon his face. Something to make him look young, and lost, and vulnerable. There had to be some kind souls in Wildgard that he could sway into sheltering him for a while.
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Post by Starfire on Nov 17, 2013 20:48:28 GMT -6
"You don't think I want to murder the voice inside my head? I know what its like. He probably put you through hell, mine, he's putting me theough hell as we speak!" Anger began to rise with every word she said, it also began to get louder which didn't always happen. Star tried to speak over Alex who's voice just kept getting louder. She felt her eyes start to water but held back the tears.
Her head started to pound. She let out a loud sigh as she closed her eyes feeling guilt wash over her quickly. She feared what Alex would do next, she fear what would happen if Des didn't want up. She looked down at Rook who sat by her feet lightly pulling at her skirt. Star closed her eyes again and opened them and before she knew it Rook was over by Des who happened to still be unconscious. It pained Star to see Des laying there, no movement, yet again.
"I'm not sure what to do, i'm not the smartest person around, i'm not that smart at all." She said her voice now a whisper. "She made a risky move, it was smart but the power a demonic spell takes is a huge impact, it was most likely to much for her to handle. She isn't who she was..." Shaking her head Star moved around and sat down bedie Rook. "And yes. Thislte would be one person who i'd turn to for help in a time like this. He's smart, he'd know what to do..."
Star opened the other bottle and took a sip, the cold liquid running down her throat. "I knew her. Her name is Destael, ex-demon Warlord, my warlord. I don't know if I could call her a friend though. More less she'd concider me a friend. A while ago when she was a Demon, I held her captive and tourtured her. Stupid idea. After I found out her past, I regretted everything...." Star shook her head again. "Enough story time.."
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Thistle
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Post by Thistle on Nov 17, 2013 21:46:46 GMT -6
Thistle Wulfsbane was headed home after an uneventful day of patrolling the general populace of Wildgard. Ever since the ruckus with Henderson, the amount of rampant crime in the city had dropped considerably. He hurried towards the Rosewood Basilica, eager to resume his research on the magical properties of snake venom. Stopping before the large double doors that led into his home, the monk felt something... off in the atmosphere. Muscles taught, ready to jump at the slightest hint of trouble, Thistle pushed open the doors of the church.
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Rook
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Post by Rook on Nov 17, 2013 22:04:01 GMT -6
Rook gaped at Starfire. "E-ex demon warlord? Destael? God, that's one hell of a past..." She turned back to face the woman who was on the verge of death. The entire concept of that seemed vaguely familiar, but she brushed it away. "Why would she risk this much for someone she didn't even know? That's crazy." She shook her head in near disbelief. There had to be something that could be done. "Starfire, who exactly is this Thistle guy you keep mentioning?" Rook questioned, then jumped a little, startled by the sudden sound of the church doors being pushed open. She looked at Star, then to the man standing in the doorway, to Des, and then back to Star again.
She tilted her head in his direction. "Is it him? The scrawny guy?"
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Post by Starfire on Nov 17, 2013 22:15:24 GMT -6
Starfire turned her head towards the door. Seeing Thistle se scrammbled to her feet rushing to him trying her best not to slip on the melted ice. "Yes! Thistle! I need your help! I don't know what to do! I'm panicking! Help please!" Starfire tried to calm herself down but seeing Thistle was a relief. Star was clueless, and dealing with Alex, Rook and Des was difficult.
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Thistle
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Post by Thistle on Nov 17, 2013 23:41:28 GMT -6
Shocked, Thistle took in the scene presented before him. Destael, injured and unconscious. A green haired girl who seemed to be insulting him. Starfire, running towards him over patches of ice on the hardwood floors. A newly carved pentagram adorning the floors. White feathers blowing at his feet.
Thistle walked over to Destael, frowning. "I may be scrawny, but I'm also in charge of this place. And I have no idea who you are. Can someone please... Enlighten me?" He retorted, crouching beside Des's body. Thistle examined her momentarily, then placed a hand on her cold skin. Power flowed from him, into the woman, as he sacrificed his life force to save the ex-warlord.
"I can't have you dying on me, now can I?" the monk said, smugly. "You still have things to do in this realm. Welcome back, Destael."
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Post by Destael on Nov 18, 2013 1:57:04 GMT -6
As the monks life-force replaced her own lost energy, the woman quickly came back from the near death she was lingering in. Almost immediately the color returned to her skin as the burden on her soul dissipated. Groaning, Des cracked her eyes open only to shut them again. Her head was pounding and even the light that filtered into the Basilica from the high windows hurt.
Lifting an arm, she draped it over her eyes. "What happened?" She rasped out to whoever was there listening. She remembered everything up until her words spoken to the angel. Everything after that was a blur. The energy draw that the spell had required nearly killed her. Nothing Starfire could have done would have helped. But that meant...
Braving the pounding headache, the ex demon opened her eyes, vision blurring before focusing finally on the three faces peering down at her. One of them happened to be Thistle, the only person in the room capable of saving her. "You brought me back.....Thanks...." Every time he did something to help her it came with a decent amount of shock. He certainly didn't owe her anything....then again...maybe that's just what being a good person meant.
Her eyes flicked to the green haired girl. She appeared to be alive and well.....good. A tiny smile flashed across her face before she shut her eyes again, escaping the light.
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Valourie
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Post by Valourie on Nov 18, 2013 19:05:21 GMT -6
Up to the door, The Small mammal scrambled to find an opening his skull could fit through, pressing his face into every crack or hole in the door frame. There was nothing. Asbjörn the Mink in all his brown fuzzy glory was on a mission, He warmed his tiny paws in his Healer sash, careful not to drop the small scroll... and it was proving more difficult than he thought it would be. After a good long while he managed to get up on one of the many windowsils of the Basilica. Peering into the depths he knocked on the window with his forehead. Hoping someone would notice. Breathing on the glass, he tried to see the goings on within.
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Rook
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Post by Rook on Nov 18, 2013 20:03:43 GMT -6
Rook's question was answered as Starfire dashed towards the door. She seemed frazzled, but incredibly relieved by the man's presence. Rook looked him up and down, taking in the being known as Thistle with curious eyes. He may have been small, but he seemed confident enough in his abilities. She would have laughed at his expression, but she knew what he was probably thinking. Looking around the place sheepishly, she drew her mouth into a tight, perplexed line. This was probably not what he had expected to come home to. When he crouched beside Destael, she slid up beside him. "My name is Rook... no, you don't know me, but you will soon enough..." she murmured as she watched the monk perform the transfer of life force. She was awestruck, having never seen such a thing done before. Where she came from, death was final. That was it. But as Destael's complexion returned, Rook smiled warmly in relief. When Des opened her eyes, Rook turned away timidly for a moment, then looked back upon her. The lady's small smile was comforting. When she shut her eyes again, she reached forward and lightly put her hand on her forehead. "Thank you so much. I owe you everything, I really do. When you're feeling more up to it... I'd like to speak with you." She fully planned on repaying her my any means she could.
Rook leaned back, then sighed and put a hand on Thistle's shoulder. "Thistle..." she said and then turned to him. "Please forgive me. This entire mess here? It's my fault. All of it. It's because of Starfire and Destael that I'm still alive." She shook her head sadly. "You see... to put it simply, I had been possessed for a number of years by a mischievous fallen angel. Tonight, he escaped to this plane in his physical form, via my body... and the power he channeled through your church." Her palms began to sweat a little, so she removed her hand from his shoulder. She began folding her hands together, this way and that, fidgeting to keep them busy, to steady her train of thought and tell the story chronologically. "This angel, he took on a terrifying form, but only briefly until the ward set in... hence the ice and the melting. That's remnants of his powered up shell..." she pointed to the various ice shards and water patches littering the church floorboards.
"He almost escaped with my soul. Had Destael not put up the angel ward, I wouldn't be here right now. Only my body would be, and personally I think that would be more troublesome to have than a bunch of puddles of water-"
She paused for a moment. She looked beyond Thistle, to the window, from which she heard a tapping noise. There was something brown... some kind of rodent banging its head against the window to get someone's attention. Rook oddly felt that she had to answer it. She got up and started walking towards the door, turning her head back towards Thistle to finish her briefing of the situation. "Anyway... long story short, he got away, and he's out there somewhere, doing whatever he wants." When she got to the door, she pulled it open and looked down, flinching as she felt a cold gust of air. The pile of angel feathers had remained where they were left, and some blew into the building. At her feet was a small brown mink, holding a tiny rolled up scroll. "Oh? Is this for me...?" She brought it up closer to her eyes to read the script. As soon as its contents ran through her brain, her posture stiffened. What?
Rook turned her head quickly to look to her right, and let out a scream that she soon muffled with her hand. Startled, she slipped and fell back into the pile of feathers, sending them flying every which way. She let go of the scroll by accident, and it was carried into the distance by the wind. Propped up against the outside of the church was Drethiel's body - and only his body. It's eyes held no life, and its limbs hung limp. The torso slumped against the outer wall, and it's head rested just above its left shoulder. There was no sign of wings of any sort, and almost all color had drained from the frozen-looking skin. Anxiety welled up in her - was he really dead? Or was his soul M.I.A.?
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Post by Starfire on Nov 19, 2013 17:03:08 GMT -6
A smile appeared across Star's face. Seeing Des up and awake again was great but Alex didn't exactly like it. 'Starfire, you're becoming weak. What happened to you? You were my girl. The one who slaughtered people with me. We were unstoppable. Remember.' His voice was soft almost convincing. Starfire began to walk away from the group in order to answer Alex, she didn't want Thistle knowing that Alex was back and had already taken her on a killing spree. "Alex, i'm trying to be a better person. I'm trying to help people. I need you to leave me alone and not drain my energy." She whispered to herself. 'But darling, why would I stop doing that. If you won't kill people, i'll kill you from the inside. Imagine waking up one morning feeling fine but instead, i'm in control. I'll grab a blade and stick it through your chest and then let YOU live through the pain.' Star gasped holding a hand to her mouth feeling her eyes begin to water.
Ignoring anything else Alex had to say Star choked back the tears and looked at Rook who began explaining everything. "It's my fault Thistle. I'll clean up." Star began to wobble feeling light headed. No food or sleep began to take an impact. She walked over to Des and held out the bottle of water towards her as she knelt down beside her. "Here, lets try and sit you up so you can have some water." She said her voice still a low whisper as she continued to think back on what Alex had said.
Turning her head to Rook again she noticed she began to walk out side. A curious look had crossed her face before hearing the scream. Star scrambled to her feet and ran outside quickly. She gasped seeing the body leaning against the side of the church. She slowly walked back in face pale. "Thistle. Outside. Now." She demanded before she went back outside. She placed a hand on Rooks shoulder before she almost falling over.
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Thistle
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Post by Thistle on Nov 19, 2013 21:36:21 GMT -6
Bolting after Starfire, Thistle bounded through the doors, skidding to a stop in the newly fallen snow. Cocking his head curiously, he examined the empty husk of a body that lay before him. He didn't recognize the body, nor had it been there seconds before, when he had entered the building.
Glancing at his companions, Thistle realized that the body meant a lot more to them than he had assumed. "Do you know this body? Just what is going on?" he demanded, turning to face Rook. "And... why is your hair green?"
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Post by Destael on Nov 20, 2013 2:01:02 GMT -6
Eyes still shut, the ex-demon just laid there and listened to the conversation happening above her. It was only when Starfire was offering her assistance did she finally open her eyes. Her head still pounded...but it wasn't nearly as bad as when she first woke up.
As the sudden scream echoed hauntingly past the doors and into the church from outside, the woman shot up into a sitting position. She paused for a moment to combat the sudden rush of dizziness but in less then a minute she managed to make it onto her feet. Shuffling slowly across the wooden floor, arms wrapped around herself protectively, a deep frown etched into her face, Des finally made it to the door.
Even as exhausted as she was, the adrenaline that came with the scream and the reaction her companions had had gave her quite the energy boost. Unfortunately that energy boost was near gone when she managed to lean on the door frame and peer around the corner. One would think it would be impossible for her frown to deepen, but it did. It was him. WAS being the key word. This was just an empty shell. The actual essence of the angel was gone....which was interesting considering the trouble he'd went to to manifest in the first place.
At this point, the grip she had on the frame was the only thing keeping her on her feet. Yet that wasn't what she was worried about. The realization that there was an angel loose in the land had finally hitting her. Had she the energy to, she would have involuntarily growled at the prospect. He was dangerous....would have his powers back now that he'd exited the church. Not to mention the grudge he probably had against her. Making enemies with angels....It was no different then when she was a demon.
Gritting her teeth, Des stepped inside once again before sliding to the floor, back against the wall tiredly. "You might want to deal with that in case he's going to come back for it. He's much more dangerous when he can harm you physically." Des spoke to no one person in particular, just hoping to share the knowledge. Her voice was quiet, raspy and tired, sounding nothing like her regular self.
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Valourie
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Post by Valourie on Nov 20, 2013 2:30:02 GMT -6
When Destael came to, The Mink at Rooks feet sprang across the room, stopping to stare at Destael before loosing itself in her Garb. Something about the sound of her Voice caused the mink to gravitate toward her. The Note was gone now and there wasn't much else he could do to explain why he was there, But at the very least the 'Angel's body was found and they were dealing with it. he wasn't sure what would happen to him now that he was Left to his own devices without the Valkyrie to guide him.
Whatever teh Case, He recognized the Ex-Demon that Valourie had spoken to Earlier, His best bet.
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