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Post by Winter Cardwell on Jun 28, 2014 12:14:44 GMT -6
Confusion had once again slipped onto her features. Only this time it was joined with surprise. Her eyebrows furrowed together as she attempted to remember if her mother had even mentioned a Tamiel while she was growing up. “Uncle Tamiel? Wait do you know Muriel? I…Emma? She sometimes goes by Emma.” With the binding one of her other uncles had provided it was hard to remember either way. The name sounded familiar as it bounced around in her head until her eyes widened a bit. “Tamiel the Fallen angel?” Well if that was him it certainly made things a little less scary, though that wasn’t really saying much since the gun was still trained on the both of them.
When Tamiel managed to excise the bullet from his arm, Winter briefly fell quiet before she cleared her throat, hands going back up in the air the moment the gun was moved to aim square at Tamiel’s forehead. “I told him that I was a Nephilim,” she called out with a voice that shook and cracked. “An’ my promise still stands ‘m not goin’ to cause any trouble.” The other one she obviously couldn't speak for.
"No! No, no. Don't!" She almost reached up to try and tug Tamiel back towards her when he stepped between her and the other man. Now more than ever she wasn’t willing to risk him getting hurt. Not if she could help it. Winter could feel her heart beating and had to remind herself to breathe. She wouldn’t be able to try and diffuse the situation if she was lying on the ground unconscious. “How about you both put your weapons down an’ we talk? There seem to have been some signal crossin’ an’ ‘m sure that this can be resolved without any more bloodshed.” She hoped. She prayed. “Please? Please this doesn’t need to end with him getting’ shot or you gettin’ hurt.”
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Post by Tamiel on Jun 28, 2014 12:46:04 GMT -6
[googlefont="Amatic SC"][googlefont="Loved by the King"] i can squeeze, you can shake me i can feel when you break me
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~~~~~~~~~~ "We're acquainted," Tamiel said to Winter, choosing to address her first. "I'll admit I didn't know her well, but all angels are siblings, so I'm still technically your uncle." He shook his head. "If you don't know, I was one of the first to fall for falling in love with a human, so I'm only sympathetic toward your kind and other fallen. I don't really like the other sorts since they're trying to kill or imprison me, hence my... less than friendly initial reaction. I'm sorry about that." His words, though softly spoken, were genuine.
Then, the demon turned to Azrael. "You'd be surprised what I can recover from," Tamiel told him, grinning like a madman. "You don't seem to know what I really am. I don't know if you heard her, but if you didn't, I'll say it louder. I'm a fallen angel." Wings, though obviously non-angelic, exploded from his back with a small cloud of feathers raining down around them. He stepped into a defensive stance, the wings on his back forming a shield of sorts for Winter. "And I repeat, I am not going to allow you to harm her. You and your gun don't scare me because I know that no matter how hard you try, you can't kill me. You could shoot me and chop me into a thousand pieces and I'd still be able to get back on my feet."
Upon hearing Win's request, he put his switchblade (sheathed this time) back into his pocket. "I don't actually want to fight you in the first place," he said, his voice a little softer than it had been before. "But if you try to hurt me or this girl, we will fight. You will lose. You will die." A brief smile crossed his face, then he finished, "So let's resolve this peacefully, shall we? For your sake."
~~~~~~~~~~ word count :: 312 :: notes :: none :: tagged :: Azrael, Winter Cardwell :: outfit :: light blue jeans, white converse, giant black wings :: mood :: protective, a little cautious, calm ::
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Post by Azrael on Jun 28, 2014 13:23:19 GMT -6
His focus still on the man, Michael tried to process what she had said. Nephilim... It was some sort of angel, he was sure of it. That explained why that man had held up his phone, with what must have been a sigil. But this one... he certainly wasn't. Whether it was a shifter or some other sort of spawn, he was scum through and through. Michael ignored the family talk and instead kept the gun focused on him, thinking about his next move. He had no desire to hurt a creature of heaven, but this man was still a problem.
Then he spoke, and Mike's heart sank. A fallen angel... a demon. He couldn't kill this one with just a gun. "You sicken me," Mike spat. "I don't have a quarrel with her if she's what she says she is. But you... you're disgusting." Thought were still racing through his head, wondering when the right time to shift might be, but he knew this wouldn't be quite an even match if it came to a fight... And he couldn't afford to lose.
When the woman's pleading led to the man lowering his weapon, Michael decided to play along for the time being and lowered the gun, although he still kept his finger on the trigger. If and when he shifted, the gun wouldn't be much of a help anyways, but he still took some comfort from having it in his hand. "I don't take kindly to being threatened, demon. I'm not what I appear to be either... and I'd hate for you to find out the hard way." He shifted his gaze to the woman. "What sort of reconcilliation are you hoping to achieve? This is a demon, in case that hadn't sunken in for you yet. He's just as bad as that Plus lying dead in the alleyway back there."
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Post by Winter Cardwell on Jun 28, 2014 13:42:22 GMT -6
“Oh. Well that explains not quite rememberin’ you then.” Winter nodded in understanding while clearing her throat again. When Tamiel apologized for how he had reacted at first a soft, still nervous laugh escaped her. “Don’t be. I probably woulda thought the same thing if our situations had been reversed. You were doin’ what you thought you needed too. I’ll uh…I’ll have to remember that trick with the phone though. Pretty handy.” Seeing wings appear so suddenly on Tamiel’s back made her own ache. She hadn’t kept hers away for this long in a while and she could feel it.
For the first time that day she found herself glad that she was wearing heels. The shoes made it so that she could just barely peek over Tamiel’s sleek black wings. “I give you my word on Him that I am an’ I’ll even give you proof if you need it.” Bile rose in her throat at the vitriol from the other man and it took everything she had to ignore the need to empty her stomach. Winter counted to five in her head, then ten for good measure before speaking again, easing up slightly when he lowered the gun. The fact that his finger was still on the trigger hadn’t been missed by her but it not being pointed towards either of them was enough for the moment.
At the other man’s words Winter’s expression hardened. She stood a little taller and narrowed her eyes at him. “He is a demon, yes. That hasn’t escaped my notice,” she agreed. “But out of the three of us here you’re the only one that’s hurt anyone. He’s just defending himself—an’ me—all in reaction to you. T-The way I see it if he’s offering a peaceable resolution where no one gets hurt ‘s somethin’ to think about.”
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Post by Tamiel on Jun 28, 2014 14:07:23 GMT -6
[googlefont="Amatic SC"][googlefont="Loved by the King"] i can squeeze, you can shake me i can feel when you break me
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~~~~~~~~~~ "It is pretty handy," he murmured, nodding. "I'd suppose you would have a similar need for them, all things considered."
Then he heard the other man's words. Tamiel's breath caught in his throat. Great. Exactly what he needed. Someone who was even more likely to try to pick a fight once he'd revealed his identity. "Way to jump the gun," he said, chuckling quietly. "Metaphorically speaking, of course. All I did wrong was fall in love with a human and teach humans how to hurt one another physically--I'd intended it for more fun purposes, but you've clearly embraced it in the less benign sense. You should be thanking me." No one ever quite saw it that way, though. Harm was a pretty big thing nowadays, and falling in love with a human was apparently, for whatever reason, betrayal of the highest order. He was still pretty irritated about that, but no matter. If those were the rules, then he was born to break them in the first place.
Shaking his head, he gave a rueful smile to the other man. "I know you won't, though. She's got a point, you know. You are the only one among us that's hurt anyone so far. I haven't hurt anyone without their explicit consent in years--look, that's not important. I don't want to fight. I'll make you a deal, if you'd like." He pondered this for a moment, then said, "Not your typical deal, I mean. Doesn't involve souls. Just a simple agreement that if you don't bother me, I won't bother you. For the rest of your life." He took a step backward, gesturing for Win to do the same. "If you don't accept, I understand, but I'd prefer we avoided conflict at least in this instance. You don't want to hurt her and you're not going to be able to kill me, so what's the point in fighting? You'll only be wasting resources if you try, and there's really no point in that. It'd save you time and ammunition to just let us go."
His eyes grew more intense even as his wings rustled, and when he spoke, the air around him practically breathed calm. "Let us go. We don't want to hurt you."
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Post by Azrael on Jun 28, 2014 14:28:34 GMT -6
Michael took a little reassurance from the angel's assertion of who she was. He believed her, but he did not believe her reassurance that this demon was just looking to defend himself, especially after his sly threats. "I know that you don't mean any harm, but he is not defending himself. Demons are liars, tricksters, enemies of God who cannot be trusted. I can't take what he says at face value, especially when he feels so invulnerable to me. I've fought his kind before, and I know what they're all about. He's on the same level as most of the other scum plaguing this world, and it's my mission to cleanse this world of its filth."
He shifted his attention back to the demon. "I have nothing to thank you for," Michael said. "I never wanted to harm anyone, but this is the mission life has given me. And I won't just stop because some servant of Satan is telling me otherwise. You're right; I can't kill you, and I'd be risking my own safety and wasting time fighting you. But the right path is never the easy one."
Still, Mike pondered the demon's 'deal' for a moment. It was a little tempting, but he knew it wasn't the right decision. This was someone who could easily trick him, and there was no way he could ever trust him to keep his word. "I can't just forsake my mission for such a deal ... but perhaps this isn't the time and place to fight you. Then again, how do I know that you won't attack me as I leave? How can I even turn my back on you for a moment, knowing what you are? I don't see how I can leave this alleyway without fighting my way to safety, through you."
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Post by Winter Cardwell on Jun 28, 2014 14:59:14 GMT -6
“There do tend to be more uncivilized folk who aren’t too happy about the whole fact that I exist,” she agreed with a laugh that held the smallest about of bitterness. When she realized her want for a peaceful resolution wasn’t likely to see the light of the moon anytime soon, Winter sighed inwardly. No that would’ve been too easy if it had. Still…she had to try. She was her mother’s daughter, after all. Taking a deep breath and exhaling quietly she was still a moment longer before ducking underneath Tamiel’s right wing when he stepped back. Winter gave him a grateful smile. “Thank you. I tend to forget that ‘m not as alone as I think I am.” In a move so quick she surprised herself, she was slipping one of her business cards into his hand and standing on her toes to kiss his cheek before turning back around to face Michael once more.
“You don’t trust him, that much has been made obvious. So…How ‘bout a different deal on the table?” Resisting the urge to nervously wring her hands together, she forced them to hang loose at her sides as she rolled her shoulders and finally let out her wings. White feathers that faded into a dull gold then a dark copper settled into place as she took her place in front of Tamiel rather than behind. They weren’t as wide or full as a full angel’s. But they were enough to prove herself and make a point, she hoped. “Consider me a bit of leverage of sorts,” Winter offered as she slowly walked towards him with her hands back up in the air. “I’ll walk out of this alley an’ where ever you need to go with you. Tamiel’s already said that he doesn’t want to see me hurt so if I go with you he’s not going to attack you. You stay safe an’ there’s not fightin’.”
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Post by Tamiel on Jun 28, 2014 15:19:21 GMT -6
[googlefont="Amatic SC"][googlefont="Loved by the King"] i can squeeze, you can shake me i can feel when you break me
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~~~~~~~~~~ The kiss made Tamiel's cheek sting a little, but he didn't let himself flinch. Pocketing the business card next to his switchblade, he, too, put his hands up. "I don't know as that'll be necessary," he said, his wings disappearing. Then, addressing Mike, he nodded. "You're allegedly a man of God, aren't you? So you wouldn't attack me without a fair fight. I do just want to leave here, so I'm going to trust that you won't try to attack me as I walk away to leave you alone." Then, he turned his back to the two of them and took a few steps forward, his hands still in the air. "I'm not opposed to her escorting you wherever you may need to be, but do know that if harm should come to her tonight, I will find you and we will meet in combat." He took several more steps forward with his hands up, then walked out of the alley and onto a main road with a few streetlights.
There, he stopped just around the bend, pulling out the card and quickly registering the number in his phone. He tapped out a few texts with a fair degree of speed, then pocketed the phone again and, after looking for other people on the street, transformed himself into an owl and soared overhead. He was just going to make a pass once in a while to make sure she was okay, and maybe scout out the city a bit more--he'd been meaning to try heading to Dante's Inferno for a while--but he wasn't going to be overbearing. He just wanted to make sure that she didn't end up dead in a back alley somewhere like the Plus the man had admitted to killing.
Shuddering, Tamiel beat his wings a few more times and observed the interaction that took place once he'd left for only a few moments before soaring silently away.
~~~~~~~~~~ word count :: 321 :: notes :: i'll get the text to win up on tami's cell page in a few :: tagged :: Azrael, Winter Cardwell :: outfit :: WHO? :: mood :: scouting ::
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Post by Azrael on Jun 28, 2014 15:35:56 GMT -6
Michael watched the Nephilim step forward, eyebrow raised. He hadn't expected her to offer herself up as leverage, or even get involved further. She could have just walked away from all of this after he'd mentioned he wouldn't harm her. He mulled it over for a moment before looking back at the pair. "That's something I can live with, I guess," he replied, holstering his gun. "I will not pursue you; I give you my word on that. I hope that you prove to be as trustworthy as your friend here believes you to be. In any case, I hope for your own sake that we don't cross paths again in the near future."
Mike silently watched as the demon stepped back a few steps and turned the corner. He finally let out the breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding and turned back to look at the woman. "I appreciate your offer, here. I'm not expecting you to understand what I've done, or why I put myself in these testy situations. But either way... I'm glad you diffused the situation," he admitted. "Things would have gotten very, very messy if you hadn't run down that alley, for the both of us."
Michael took another quick look around before motioning for her to follow him. He set off back towards the alley where the Plus' corpse still lay, then turned around the corner to walk past the alcove he had hidden in. He looked back to her and said, "You can call me Azrael. It's a bit of an odd nickname, considering I'm... not an angel, but I've had it for long enough that I haven't changed it. If you don't want to reciprocate and introduce yourself, I understand. We don't have to walk much further anyways."
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Post by Winter Cardwell on Jun 28, 2014 16:18:53 GMT -6
“Thank you.” Two words that she mouthed to Tamiel just before she watched him walk away. She really was thankful too. Especially knowing how bad the situation could have been had he not backed down first. As the metaphorical dust settled a sigh of relief escaped from her as well. Winter snorted out a small laugh as she faded her wings, rolling her shoulders a moment later. She’d have to bring them out again in her room. Maybe it would ease the tension that had built up during this whole thing. “A very, very odd nickname,” she agreed. “But at least ‘s easy to remember an’ I’ve gotta say that ‘m a fan of the irony of it all.”
Clasping her hands in front of her as they walked she nodded along to his words while her purse thumped against her hip with each step. He had said that it wasn’t much further but that didn’t matter at the moment. Not when curiosity and adrenaline was coursing through her veins the way it was. “’M Winter,” she told him finally after a brief internal debate with herself. “An’ as first visits to places go if nothin’ beats this I’ll be happy.” She was quiet for a moment, content to hear the sounds of the city, their footsteps, and her thankfully still beating heart.
Once Tamiel’s lineage was revealed she understood Azrael’s reaction. Not that she agreed with it in the least. But she could follow the train of thought with it, it was a reaction that she had experienced on her own. The man in the alley…Well that was still a mystery to her. When she finally got up the courage to speak again, her voice cracked somewhat. “Why did you kill him? The man in the alley, I mean.”
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Post by Azrael on Jun 28, 2014 20:57:52 GMT -6
A brief smile interrupted Mike's tense expression. He watched as she pulled back in her wings, fascinated by them. Michael wondered for a moment if she found them uncomfortable, curled up and hidden from everyone else. "I guess it is ironic. Never knew it would end up being quite as paradoxical as it's become to be..." Michael shrugged. "Nice to meet you, Winter," he said. "It's unfortunate we had to meet on such terms, but I'm glad you're comfortable sharing your name with me."
Michael still kept his wits about, continually scanning around his surroundings for any sign of the demon. He still didn't trust the being, but there wasn't much else he could have done besides get killed anyways. It was a little reassuring to have Winter along, but he still wasn't sure if it'd all pan out. He still felt that overwhelming urge to bolt, get away from the whole area until he felt safe again. <Demons can never be trusted...>
He snapped out of his reverie when Winter asked him about the Plus he'd killed in the alleyway. Instinctively, he felt himself tense, thinking back to the act of killing the ma- no, the scum. He remembered the screams of the Plus as he'd attacked, propelled forward by the beast's instincts. The whole flash was so overwhelming that Michael had to stop and steady himself against the wall, closing his eyes for a moment until the feeling passed.
"He... It was one of the parasites that occupy this world," he said, his breathing labored. "My mission in life is to rid the world of them all with the power that's been thrust upon me. It's... hard to explain, but perhaps that's all you really need to know about it. I don't really expect you to understand, but... their kind, the Pluses, they are a scourge that must be eradicated - forcefully."
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Post by Winter Cardwell on Jun 28, 2014 21:28:43 GMT -6
Sliding her hands into the pockets of her cardigan, her returning smile was warm. “’S not a bad irony, I don’t think. Not really.” Winter gave a little shrug at his words and shook her head. “Could’ve been a whole hell of a lot worse than it was. Tamiel ‘s okay. You’re alive an’ so ‘m I. The way I see it ‘s a win-win.” There was a small snort from her at the unintentional pun. “An’ you offered up what you go by. ‘S the least I could do.”
As she watched him take in their surroundings she hummed out a quiet sigh. “I don’t think that you’re goin’ to see him. Today or ever again, maybe.” Though she’d just met him, her instinct about him lead her to believe that he tended to stick to his word no matter what. “Not that it means anythin’ to you one way or the other. ‘S just my two cents.” Anything else she was going to say was pushed back as she stopped short to avoid almost running into Azrael when he froze where he was. Winter worried at her bottom lip as she withdrew one hand from her pocket to hover over the Shifter’s back, not quite touching him but still near enough that it might be of some comfort. “’M sorry,” the apology slipped out almost automatically as she watched him take in a deep breath then exhale before pulling himself back together the way he did. “I was just curious I hadn’t meant to put you back on edge like that.”
The way he had worded it made a shiver run down her spine. It all sounded far too familiar for comfort and had her drawing her hand back to rub at her shoulder. “I think I could understand better than you might figure,” Winter murmured softly. “Funny thing ‘s some of the angels? They um…They kinda think the same thing about my kind. Scourge of the lands. Aberrations.” She let out a watery laugh before groaning at herself. “Sorry, sorry. ‘M gettin’ weepy on you. Y’don’t need that. A-Are you goin’ to be all right?”
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Post by Azrael on Jun 28, 2014 21:52:58 GMT -6
Michael waited for a moment and listened to Winter's response, slowly catching his breath. Whenever he felt himself immersed back in his shifter form mentally, there was always this level of discomfort and anger that reminded him of how disgusting he was. It took a few seconds to pass, but he still couldn't shake the feeling completely, like his skin was still crawling a little at the very thought of that form. It was what he had lived with for the past few years, but he didn't think he'd ever feel a hundred percent comfortable with it.
"You don't have to apologize. In fact, I'm the one who should be apologizing. I'm sorry for making you uncomfortable, Winter," Mike sighed. "I don't know all the details of the angels and their vengeance against your kind. I won't try to pretend to understand it, but... if it helps any, I think it's completely wrong. Pluses are nowhere near the level of beings from heaven, no matter if it's full, half or anywhere in between. And demons... that's another story entirely. I really don't mind if I never see that one ever again, to be completely honest. They're all more trouble than they're worth, and it's impossible to rid the world of demons completely. But I digress."
Michael straightened up and continued, "I have to live with what I am every day. It sickens me, to the point that I no longer want to function, to continue on. But life has to continue, and we all have our roles to play in this screwed up world..." He looked back in the direction of the corpse and shrugged. "All I know is that the mission keeps me from completely hating myself. How else could I reconcile being such an abomination?"
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Post by Winter Cardwell on Jun 28, 2014 22:10:59 GMT -6
“Shhh. You couldn’t have known or understood the depth that I’d relate to ‘em. You’ve absolutely nothin’ to be sorry for. At all.” While it might have sounded a bit like she was trying to placate him, Winter really did mean it. “’Sides ‘s kind of a constant state of bein’ for me. Always right there at the edges. Bit of a family…thing…I guess you could say. Heightened emotions an’ all that jazz.” She offered him up a grin, warm and genuine. “An’…it does help. Helps a lot, actually. Even if I can’t quite understand how ‘m any different from the Pluses. Or maybe I just want to pretend ‘m not.”
“Mmm I think if you want to avoid demons you might have to go to Antarctica or somethin’. There’s really no avoidin’ ‘em. Not all of ‘em are bad though. Just to play the ill titled Devil’s advocate.” The laugh she let out was quiet and maybe a little sad before she pushed those thoughts aside and nodded along to let Azrael know that she was still listening. “So ‘s what you are…’S it a birthright or did someone give it to you? I-‘M not tryin’ to pry I just am severely lackin’ in any kind of information regardin’ any of this—My uncle…One of them…He’d bound my angelic half when I was little. So it was all this big mystery up until a year or so ago—Sorry, ‘m ramblin’.”
Winter frowned a little when the man beside her called himself an abomination. Just like his mission, that particular train of though was also something that hit close to her heart. “For what ‘s worth, Azrael? I don’t think that you’re an abomination. Or a bad person. You were just handed a really crappy lot in life an’ you’re doin’ what you can with it.”
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Post by Azrael on Jun 28, 2014 22:37:26 GMT -6
"Well, I'm glad you can forgive me for my ignorance," Michael smiled. "And don't worry, your kind and the Pluses have about zero overlap. They're... well, I could go on for ages about them. I probably shouldn't trouble you with the details." He chuckled softly. "You're probably right about the demons though. I don't think there's a town or city in this world that doesn't have a few lurking around. But hey, it's a constant threat that comes along with the job description, I guess."
Mike mulled over Winter's question, trying to word exactly what he was and how he'd become the way he was without being too... revealing. Still, he felt a little comfortable around here, a feeling he rarely felt, so he made sure to keep what he said truthful. "I'm pretty sure it was a birthright thing, being a shifter. It wasn't something directly from my parents, but... considering my heritage, I'm sure it was from someone up the genetic creek from our myths," he explained. "I've never discussed it with anyone in my family though. Everything I've learned about it has been on my own, and from my own understanding of my faith."
A sad smile flitted across his face when Winter mentioned him not being an abomination. Even though he knew she didn't really understand what he meant, he thought it was a kind gesture. "I'd like to think that was just it, but He has a plan for all of us, and part of that plan involved what I have to do now. I don't doubt what I have to do, but I don't think I'm a good person either. How can someone who kills other things be 'good'? I know it's a little subjective, but I have a hard time believing I fall under that category. Righteous is perhaps a better word for it, but certainly not good. And because of what I have to become... I really do think it makes me a monster in my own right."
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