Jophiel
She/ Her
Counselor
Single
Demiromantic Heterosexual
Kathleen
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Post by Jophiel on Jul 8, 2014 12:29:25 GMT -6
Jo knew that instead of spending more time with this woman, she should be going back to her own apartment, calling the parents of the children she counseled on failing test grades and SAT prep class reminders. Instead, her weary mind was allowing her to be dragged back with the prospect of coffee. Whatever, it was a Saturday, and it wasn't like she had to be anywhere the rest of the day or tomorrow for the matter. Most weekends were spent by her going back to Heaven, reporting on anything that was worth reporting, speaking to Metatron, who she often missed while down on Earth, and then going back down to Earth for some quick travels or shopping. One of the best things to her about being a powerful angel on Earth was that she never ran out of money-she could donate it, burn through it, or go on large shopping sprees.
Although it was still dark, she could sense that the sun was going to come up soon. A night that was supposed to end about four hours had gone late not only in the actual plans she had at the bar with her coworkers, but also of course ran late with these unexpected plans. Now her night was still not done and it was almost morning. She felt like one of those girls gone wild that stayed out all night and 'hung out' (wink, wink) with males and females alike. Except crime wasn't usually in that mix. Okay, correction, underage drinking, drug use, rape maybe for crazy party girls, but murder...eh not so much.
One second, Jo looked over to Verdandi to see the trashy outfit. A few seconds later, looking back again, she saw a completely different outfit. One with more taste, and what Jo assumed to be her usual style. Jophiel looked her up and down approved silently, and then looked down at her own attire. It was fine for a night at the bar, but it certainly wasn't day-wear. Or what she considered day-wear. She too, not wanting to be the awkward one out, changed her outfit completely as well, the white tight dress changing to a white jumpsuit with gold accents and embellishments . Her hair formed into a high bun and her makeup changed to a striking cat-eye, red lipstick, and a light shimmer of blush. Her shoes became tan wedges and a pair of oversized sunglasses appeared in her hand. She put them in the white prada purse that appeared, for she didn't need sunglasses at four in the morning.
Jo raised an eyebrow at where they were being taken. There were some very nice apartments there-as nice as hers, in fact. She knew this because she had considered getting an apartment there, but the one she currently lived in was closer to her work. She entered the taxi and held on tightly for a second as the man sped off at an even faster speed than most taxi drivers drove at. She had the urge to put her seatbelt on, but refrained, because, who the heck put their seat belts on in a taxi? "He drives fast, even for a taxi driver." Jo mumbled to herself as she rummaged through her purse for her phone. Nothing important enough to answer at the moment.
"The sooner we're out of downtown, the better." She spent a lot of time in bad areas, because the school she worked at was in a bad area, but that didn't mean she enjoyed it. "I don't work weekends, unless I'm behind on work. And I'm never behind on work." Jo said with a smirk. She usually had nothing but time. Jophiel didn't doubt that Verdandi had a nice apartment; she couldn't see this woman living in some run down one room flat. "The amount I pay for mine, I would expect a view of all seven wonders of the world, and then some."
The city blurred around them, with the speed they were going. This taxi driver had a special talent for maneuvering around impossibly tight spaces without having to honk his horn an obscene amount of time. "Do you know this taxi driver? I have a feeling that you chose him specially."
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Post by Deleted on Jul 8, 2014 13:14:27 GMT -6
[googlefont='Arimo'] Verdandi smirked at Jo.
"He's a lesser demon trying to get in good with the higher ups. Met the man a few years back, and suggested cab driving. You'll find no better source of information and low-lifes trying to turn their lives around than by sacrificing their only leverage to appease the moment," Verdandi answered. "That, and I tip him off on a person or two if I come across them. No sense in wasting mortals when they could be used for something else. Supply and demand my lovely little bird." She chuckled. "Of course, I assume your kind is always in demand. It's quite entertaining the stories you hear. John Doe here told me once of witnessing a punk girl sprouting fire and destroying a local drughouse a couple of months back. Burnt the corpse of every dealer in there. Took the mortals weeks to figure out it was three drug lords who were negotiating territories. She disappeared before anybody could think to capture her."
A slight chill from the air conditioner danced across Verdandi's skin as she then realized she had exposed her arms. Cursing in her head, she wondered how she could be so careless. Using a sharp nail, she cut her index finger once more, and fashioned a light teal jacket over her dress. Ah, much better. The wound sealed itself within moments. Perhaps Jo was making her a bit careless with her beauty?
"Just because we're heading to the wealthier side of this corrupted city doesn't make it safer. It's a different sort of battle that's face. Instead of hand-to-hand, it's political and sabotaging. The vampires who own this half of the city have been around much longer than I have. I've been observing from the sidelines, and I have no doubt they'll take action against the humans soon. Mortals are nothing more than cattle, and I have yet to find a worthy one to convert if I were a vampire. Perhaps my standards are too high..." she trailed off absentmindedly. It was a moment before she snap out of her thoughts.
"You'll enjoy my home. It's quite lovely if I dare declare so. I have the best coffee reserved for my guests. I absolutely hate coffee so I always have plenty for anyone who dares visits my apartment."
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Jophiel
She/ Her
Counselor
Single
Demiromantic Heterosexual
Kathleen
40 posts
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Post by Jophiel on Jul 15, 2014 20:23:51 GMT -6
No wonder she had felt so uncomfortable upon entering the taxi and being driven around by this taxi driver. It wasn't just that he drove quickly, recklessly, and seemed a bit shady, because, honestly, that was most taxi drivers, but the fact that he was a demon. And even though he was a lesser demon, her ingrained feelings on demons had caused her to be anxious, not the thought of getting into a car accident. Jo had nothing to comment, or rather nothing to comment out loud, about this whole situation. Verdandi was certainly devious and could not be trusted, throwing an angel and demon together in such close corners. "I see." she said in a slight, yet clipped tone. That little birdie comment was really beginning to irritate, because of the fact that it made her feel belittled. Being treated as a child was something that Jophiel found agitating, because she was by far a child, being one of the oldest things in existence.
"In demand, perhaps. There are not many of 'my kind' in general and especially not who walk the earth among mortals. I don't sell myself, though." she said with a raised eyebrow, realizing the humor in that last comment. Wordplay was an art that Jo lacked unless it came out accidentally, such as this. Jo cocked her head at the woman's story, not at all surprised but still disappointed to hear of such a thing happening, drug lords or not. "A heroic act, so thought the girl, I'm sure. A sad event for the drug dealers, even if they were shady people." she mused quietly. "She had the power to do something about it, and she did. I don't know if I can completely blame someone like that. Had it been an innocent family's home on the other hand..." The human world was so complex. Joph was taught that there was a right and wrong, a good and evil, and things should be black and white in accordance to the Bible and teachings of God. A few months on earth whiped that out and forced her to gain new perspective.
Jo looked back over to find the woman covered with a jacket that matched well with the outfit. It wasn't that cold-Jo was just fine in her no sleeve romper-jumpsuit, but she would probably also be okay if someone threw her in a volcano for a human sacrifice or left her in a frozen tundra with penguins as her only companions. In the lack of lighting outside and her own obliviousness in the cab, she hadn't noticed the matching scars on the beautiful woman's arms, although if she had, she likely would not have mentioned it. Scars were not something that many wanted to talk about or bring attention to. "Suddenly feeling more modest?" Her eyes moved from the jacket and up to her face, not really finding the jacket thing suspicious, but rather a last minute addition.
Verdandi really did have a thing about going off on tangents that weren't completely tangents but still tangent-y. "Ah, but the cattle came before the shiny skyscraper, didn't it?" The mortal came before the pluses, of course. Because essentially, pluses were humans-mutated into getting powers. If anything, the pluses were the defective ones, and had they not of been so strong, they would have been the ostracized party.
"I have no doubt that your place is absolutely stunning, because it is yours." she said with a smile, now that the conversation turned into something more amicable and lighthearted...well as lighthearted as it got with Verdandi. Although, she had to wonder how many people she must bring home or have visit to have plenty of a substance she didn't even like.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 15, 2014 21:37:43 GMT -6
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There were many things Verdandi enjoyed as well as she could within this persona. Her likes normally went along with casually torturing people, making them uncomfortable, and reciting terrible jokes. Why? Because she was a horrid person in a beautiful body, that's why. Verdandi needed no reason or claim why she did what she did. Regardless, the equation ended in the same manner. She grin, almost forgetting that Jo was an angel, and the taxi driver was a demon. It didn't matter since John Doe was good at his job, and he wouldn't bother Jo.
Of course, she wasn't aware of the detailed history between angels and demons aside from preachers on the streets. And, she didn't care. Verdandi embraced chaos.
Ignoring the remark about her jacket, the Plus chuckled.
"Stunning is hardly the word I would describe it. It's simple, and has no personal value for me. If it were to burn down I would not be upset in the slightest," she commented casually. "Robbery, destruction . . . all that means so much more for a person who cannot play a good game of hide-and-seek and win. Cattle are horrible cheaters, and complain when they lose. Shiny skyscrapers? An odd metaphor for Pluses if I ever heard one. Of course, we're labeled all sorts of horrid names meant to discriminate and degrade us. I honestly could care less with what happens between Pluses and cattle - each are useless in their own means."
The taxi halted, and Verdandi noted they were in front of her apartment complex. Opening her clinch, she pulled out a couple of large bills, and handed them to John Doe.
"Have you been to Mark Undertom's deli place? I heard it isn't doing so well," she gossip. Removing herself from the taxi, Verdandi went to the other end, and opened the door for Jo.
The apartment building itself was definitely a skyscraper - at least fifty stories stuffed with enough money to supply food and water to a third world country for a decade with enough left over for clothes. But, did the rich snobs of New York City care? Doubted it. The outside seemed to be composed of mirrors, securing its occupants from being spied on without some measure of difficulty. There was a large fountain in the front, a horrid depiction of Aphrodite rising from a clam in statue form. The words "Willow Wind" was imprinted in a large sans serif font. The best words to describe "Willow Wind" was flashy, rich and suffocating with money.
Verdandi was aware there were several vampires in this building, and was careful not to draw attention to herself especially when she used her ability. Slipping her sunglasses over her eyes, she guided Jo from the taxi. Up several short steps, past a businessman laughing into his cellphone, and two bellman opened the doors, the women stepped into the apartment complex's lobby. Large, trim with white marble and silent for it being near six in the morning, Verdandi guided them to the elevators. It would be half an hour before the lobby was filled with businessmen and women going about their day like routine.
Pressing the 19 floor button, up the elevator the two women went.
"What do you think of the place so far?"
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Jophiel
She/ Her
Counselor
Single
Demiromantic Heterosexual
Kathleen
40 posts
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Post by Jophiel on Jul 17, 2014 15:26:52 GMT -6
"I just can't win with you, can I?" she said, rerouting her brain to picture something more simplistic and less lavish. Jo's apartment was quite fancy because she discovered her love for decorating in furnishing and accenting her apartment. Each of the four bedrooms had a different theme, even though the chances of her actually having use for any of those rooms was close to none. Her own bedroom looked like something out of a fairy tale-a large bed with a canopy, intricate painting on the walls, and flowy curtains.
Jo shrugged at her horrible metaphor. "Skyscrapers were the first things I thought of. What I was trying to get at was that they are newer and seem better." But looks can be deceiving. For as many pluses that were good, honest people who tried to stay out of trouble, there were a good many more like this beautiful woman, who seemed alluring but could not be trusted. "I was not trying to be insulting, really. Both the cattle and skyscrapers can be awful, and both can be good."
Getting out of that taxi was like lifting a load off of her shoulders. A lesser demon couldn't have done anything to Jophiel, but just the fact that he was so close made her uncomfortable, as it should. What was being an angel without that awkward tension between the heavenly being and demonic being? The only thing that made her feel better during the ride was the fact that she could destroy him if necessary, although she hardly expected a lesser demon taxi driver to try to kill her (directly, anyway; did she mention that he was a lunatic driver?)
Speaking of skyscrapers, Verdandi seemed to live in a large one. Jo took it all in, looking form top to bottom and admiring. From the outside, it seemed much nicer than many New York City buildings, and Jo doubted it would be any different from the inside. Jo followed Verdandi, taking a second to grimace at the fountain and its strange depiction of Aphrodite. Jo knew all too well about having statues, for many that depicted her were either of her as a man, poorly done to the point where she looked terrifying, or just completely incorrect for one matter or another. None of them ever depicted her as being Asian, even those in Asian countries.
The apartment building was lively, or what she caught from the lobby anyway. Unlike earlier with the policeman, she was able to sense several vampires in the building. It wasn't that surprising that someone who used blood to manipulate things would live with people who also needed blood. Jo's shoes clicked as she walked across the marble and into the elevator. Nineteen, an odd number. Jo had to say that she felt better on floors with even numbers, for whatever reason. Odd numbers were unsettling to her. That's why she chose to live on the eighth floor as opposed to third. "You're lavish but not lavish. A lovely apartment complex with a fountain and marble floors, but a simplistic apartment. You're more complex than you seem."
Heck, just a few hours ago, Verdandi had just looked like a sketchy woman trying to pick up men at the bar in tight, glittery garb. Then she became a murderer. And then she became a plus. And then a sketchy, but more elegant woman. And now Dandi was offering coffee in her expensive apartment.
This had enough turns to be a good book series.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 17, 2014 16:12:58 GMT -6
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Verdandi grin at the compliments and insults Jo was handing her.
"You have no idea on the scale level of complexity dear Jo," she comment. The elevator halt on the 19th floor, and the doors opened. A small hallway with the door in front depicted that each floor belong to someone different. The surname 'Fairburn' was etch in gold on a plaque on the door almost mocking those who couldn't afford something as simple as a good home. Or an expensive apartment complex. Cutting her index finger again, Verdandi's blood shift into the form of a key. Quite handy when it came to creating a unique code. Unlocking the door, the key revert into blood, and slip back into the wound before it seal.
Verdandi push the door open allowing Jo to enter first. The living room was quite large, but it was mainly empty space. The walls were bookshelves compiled of novels of all types to suit any visitor's curiosity. Directly across was the window granting a vast view of the city without the hindrance of the threat of privacy invasion. A large curve screen television was imprinted into the wall between two bookshelves on the right wall. A glass coffee table with various magazines spawn on top. The couch was beside it - a white plush kind that made taking a nap on it wonderful and utterly delightful.
The lights were not simple bulbs, but modern chandeliers that brighten the room once the women stepped in. Attach to the living room was the kitchen with its modern steel appliances that were perhaps a year or so old, but appear hardly to ever be used. There was no island like in most apartments, but rather a large glass dining table without a mark of dust or a mere scratch on it. The floors were black-and-white tile that faded into wooden floorboards for the living room.
There were no paintings, photos or little nik-naks of cheap souvenirs.It was hardly as if someone lived in this apartment, but the plaque stated otherwise. The best words to describe the two rooms were void, empty and lack of a personal touch.
Verdandi enter the kitchen, and open several cabinets.
"Help yourself. I have plenty of food, drink, and good alcohol if you wish to partake." She snatch a box of strawberry lemon tea, and turn the burner on so the kettle could heat up for the tea.
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