Storm of Spirits (Kisu and Rafi)

Misha listened quietly, sitting crosslegged on the grass. Her fingers trailed through the strands gently, her eyes blinking slowly at the demon.


So...maybe demons weren't evil. They sounded more like people. People tried to get power, and sometimes they went too far, but there were other people there to stop them, usually. From they was Nathanael was crushing that rose, he was either lying, or had some major issues. She wanted to question him more on those issues, but for now, she let it drop.


Beastly form? Misha frowned as the male continued. "So...you can change what you look like? Completely...or...just...like some kind of shield? Like an illusion?"


Her frown deepened. "You have slaves here? Why? You don't think slavery is wrong?"


What Nathanael continued, Misha's face changed to one of wonder. "Araelle. That's a very pretty name. You don't seem to like her much...Don't feel bad. My parents don't really visit me anymore. They've never said it, but I kinda get the feeling they are ashamed of me. At least you get to see your mum. How old are you?"


She grinned and accepted the help up, standing and brushing off the gray suit. The human started towards the huge house, pausing to touch various things and plants. "He just Feels different. It's really hard to explain." She paused, attempting to put it into words. "When I've seen creatures like you, I get this weird feeling. It's not bad...more like....energetic. I just want to run around and do things. When I'm around the...Angels? I guess? I feel really, really calm. When I was around Vanyel, I'd feel like that a lot. Especially when we'd sing the song he taught me. Then I would really feel that way. And sometimes when I blinked, or looked away, he'd look like someone else. Was he one of those things?"
 
(Just as a disclaimer, this post contains none of my personal views. ^^; ;)


"Yeah, I can change shapes completely," Nathanael replied uncomfortably. "It's really more than a hassle than anything, though," he added, wishing he hadn't brought up the subject. "It's a form that relies on brute strength, but our culture has evolved from that. I suppose it's sortof like how humans still have to remove their wisdom teeth."


Not for the first time, Nathanael had to arrange the truth in a way Misha would understand. "Almost every demon household has slaves, Misha." He paused trying to gather his thoughts on the matter. Really, shouldn't the Slave Master be able to answer this question better than anyone else?


"Think about it this way," Nathanel started, "In your world, uneducated people few opportunities at jobs that pay well enough to care for themselves and their families. Some of them even end up homeless, or in slums, unable to pay for adequate levels of food, clothing, medical care... It doesn't happen so often in America, but there are some Third World countries you must have heard about. However, demon households have to take care of our slaves; we have to make sure they stay alive and healthy and or else none of the work would get done around the palace grounds. So it's like...instead of paying them, we give them room and board and protection, but we expect them to fulfill certain tasks. Those who prove proficient can get promoted to being slaves in the palace. It's true, though, that we have to use certain...negative incentives to make sure that the work gets done. But most are treated rather well, I think." Nathanael himself rarely punished slaves; he had only done so on a few occasions when their wrongdoings had been particularly offensive. None of those slaves had lived. Their deaths, however, were legendary.


Happy to be moving on to a different subject, he laughed at Misha's comments regarding his mother. Clearly, they had such different views on family life that Nathanael didn't even bother to correct Misha. "I am...one hundred and thirty-seven, in Earth time, I believe. Twenty six in demonic years. How old are you?" This had actually been something Nathanael had been wondering since the beginning. At first, she had seemed so girlish in her panic, but now he couldn't help wondering if she was slightly older. Really, though. He really had to find her something more suitable than that grey tunic; she was even more poorly dressed than the slaves.


As they walked through the grounds, passing through colourful stone gardens (the stones being rather large hunks of rubies, ambers, opals and sapphires) and orchards of pink sakura trees, Nathanel listened to Misha's accounts of her abilities. "Vanyel acted too much like an angel not to be one," he said finally. "I suppose if he made you feel calm...then that's the indication that he must have been an angel. I don't understand what you mean about his eyes, though...How could he look like a different person?"


He wondered what song Vanyel had taught her. Knowing the angels, it would probably summon them to her. Silently, he hoped he'd never hear that song.
 
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Misha still didn't think too favorably of the demons having slaves. But she just tossed a stern glance towards the demon and let the subject drop. She wanted to know a lot more about them, like how humans came to be here. Were they forced through one of the portals Misha had willingly stepped into?


The next answer had the girl's mouth dropping. "One hundred and thirty seven? How long will you live?" It was a long time...but, he had said the equivalent was twenty six years...so he could easily live for a thousand or so. Mind boggling.


It took a few minutes for his question to register, and she grinned proudly. "Twenty one. I'll be twenty two next month. So in your years that's like...what? One? Maybe one and a half?" She grinned, before getting sidetracked by another fascinating discovery in the gardens. She seemed like a puppy let out of the house after being alone all day. She couldn't stay in one spot long, and everything new she had to touch. "No, his eyes were fine. Just...my eyes...are messed up, I guess. Or my head..."


She frowned and shrugged. "When I blink, sometimes for a split second, he'd look like one of the cr-Angels." Misha's frown grew much deeper, and she didn't look at the demon for a few moments. "The only person who had ever had messed up eyes was that girl..."
 
Nathanael tried not to laugh as Misha glared at him. If any of his subordinates had looked at him so, it would have warranted the back of his hand. Yet here was this young human, freshly escaped from an insane asylum, openly demonstrating her disapproval of slavery to the Slave Master. It was too ironic. He covered a smile behind his hand.


"I have no idea how long I'll live," Nathanael replied, straightening his face. "Demons tend to die when they become too powerful- or when they're killed. There are rumours of demons who have lived for thousands of years, but most only live for several centuries, if they're lucky. The angels have become rather effecient at slaughtering us before we become too strong..."


Bringing back the conversation into a more mundane realm, he remarked, "You would probably be closer to a twelve year old..." However, he wasn't quite sure if she'd heard him; she'd gone scampering off again. "Misha, take a little care in this garden- the panthers aren't fully tame," he said, raising his voice. Really, it wouldn't do if Misha got killed after he'd already brought her back to the underworld. /Maybe she'd be a little younger than twelve/, he revised.


"You know," Nathanael began thoughtfully, "I'm inclined to believe that you're not insane at all. So, whatever it is you see in the eyes of these angels, it is probably be real. I just don't know what it means..." Nathanael mulled over the predicament as they continued towards the palace, nearly reaching the moat surrounding it. Was it a symptom of an angel in disguise?


"Can you tell me more about this girl who had messed up eyes? Why did you stab her with a pencil? What did she do to you?" Nathanael asked, bombarding her with questions of his own.
 
"Too powerful? What kind of powers do you have?" Misha was clearly full of questions. "And why do the angels kill you? Do you kill them? Why can't you all get along? Why don't humans know about you guys? So...are...are we in Hell?" The human froze, and glanced around, stomping a foot. It seemed rather normal here.


At the mention of panthers, Misha glanced around in alarm, returning to Nathanael's side. She peered into the bushes with a frown. What kind of person kept panthers, and allowed them to roam freely?


"What do you want to know about her?" The girl seemed to revert to her timid self, hugging herself tightly. "I was coloring outside. I heard some cracking, and glanced over. She didn't Feel like Vanyel, or like you. She felt...wrong. Just completely wrong. She had wings, too, but it was like they were falling away. Or being eaten away...you know, like bacteria or something... In her eyes I could see a person, too. It was like her eyes were tiny glass eyes, and he was standing inside of them. He was clawing the edges, and you could see him screaming..." She shuddered.
 
"Hell is a rather archaic term," Nathanael grimaced, "but yes, we are. It's generally called the Underworld these days, which as you've probably guessed is rather different from Heaven, where the angels live." He took a breath before harnessing the last of his patience to answer Misha's questions as best he could. "Think of it more as citizenship than being eternally divine or eternally damned. The demons declared war on the angels several millenia ago, I think. Rumour is it the angels stole something of ours, and we've been trying to get it back for generations, though hardly anyone remembers what it is they stole. I don't know, and I'm not even sure Araelle knows. All that I really know is that the Angels try to kill us, so we try to kills them before they can. But as far as humans are concerned, some humans do know about us- at least the ones that live in either Heaven or Hell. Of course, there are exceptional individuals like you who can see us on Earth, but for the most part it's quite easy for Earthlings to ignore a war amongst creatures they can't see or hear, and hardly even know exist."


Nathanael contemplated Misha for a moment, wondering if she would fear him if he told the truth, and then wondering why he cared. "I have killed few angels," he finally admitted, watching her closely to see how she would react. "Wouldn't you if your homeland was threatened? Humans have died for the same reasons in your human wars, haven't they?"


Really, his mother would be so proud; he was making himself out to be quite the anti-hero.


Nathanel quietly contemplated Misha's last story, noting the girl's change in body language. A person screaming...Again, his mother's words about angels using human souls to disguise themselves. Maybe that soul had been taken against the human's will? Had that caused the angel to 'feel wrong', and to look wrong? Nathanael shook his head, realizing that speculation was pointless. Maybe the Library would have answers, if he could afford them.


In any case, they had reached the drawbridge of the palace, which opened quickly once the servants had realized who was approaching. Nathanael escorted Misha across the moat, nodding imperially at the demonic servants and occasional humans as they passed into the greenspace surrounding the palace proper. Most seemed to be staring rather openly at Nathanael's charge; he really needed to get her something more suitable to wear.


"Well, here is the palace. I expect Lady Araelle will join us at some point, but is there anything you'd like to do in the meantime? Perhaps change and have a meal? Or talk to one of the humans?" Nathanael asked these questions hoping he could stall for time instead of showing Misha directly to her record. He expected that once she discovered she was trapped, she would break down again- and he really didn't have enough patience for that at the moment.
 
Citizenship? Misha wanted to ask a million more questions. The biggest one being if they chose to be demons, and therefore could change their citizenship, but she kept quiet for now.


She was glad she had remained silent, because Nathanael's next answer and questions had her mind reeling for a moment. "I...hadn't thought of you two fighting as a war...I suppose...it is like that. But...if no one remembers why...can't you all stop? Why is there no hope for it now?"


"And no...no point in changing or eating. You said this would only take about an hour, so I should be back in plenty of time. Thank you, though." The female added quickly, remembering her manners. Her eyes moved around. It had been hard to see initially, but if she paid attention, the slaves seemed to be everywhere.


It couldn't hurt to find out about their like here...just for a few minutes, right? She began walking towards a small group. They were all cleaning the floor, speaking with each other quietly. Without a word to them, Misha picked up a rag from the bucket, wringing it out, and dropping next to them, scrubbing alongside. After just a moment, she noticed something tingling in the back of her mind. It took a few more seconds to realize what she was feeling.


The glanced over in surprise. One of them was an angel! She sat up and glanced back to Nathanael, then to the group. He hadn't told her they had angels as slaves too, but there was no escaping the calm feeling she was getting right now. The girl sat and chatted with them for a few minutes, mainly asking them about their living situation.


After a few more minutes, Misha stood and returned to the tall demon, all smiles. She would love to talk with them more, but returning to the asylum was top in her mind. She didn't want them to realize she was gone, and hopefully Vanyel wouldn't say anything. Even if he was an angel...he was still her friend, right? Misha hoped so. She wasn't sure what they'd do if they had known she had been out of Saddlebrook, but she was sure it wouldn't be good.


"Thank you...I'm ready now..." The girl informed him. "They were nice...I didn't know you have angel slaves too. Hows the ratio, of angels to human workers?"
 
(Guh, sorry for not replying for a few days. I was working on a character sheet and kindof got immersed in my other character. Hopefully this reply is good enough, though I really don't think it's up to par)


Nathanael's anger finally began to bubble over. He turned to Misha, replying to her questions in an agitated voiced that was full of frustration, "And what do you think would happen if all the demons just decided to stop fighting? Do you think the angels would just say, "Oh, may as well go back to Heaven and go on protecting all those humans"? Because that wouldn't happen. They'd kill us all!"


He was happy that Misha decided to go talk to the humans- it gave him a moment to calm down. He barely noticed as she began scrubbing the floors with the slaves, deciding instead to look out on the courtyard at other slaves entertaining guests. Purposely ignoring Misha for the moment, he rated the performances of his slaves; who seemed to be able to hold the guests' attention, who was ensuring the guests' plates and glasses were never empty, who was the most suitably dressed to play the role of an entertainer. He made mental notes to give to one of his subordinates, knowing he would have little time in the next few days to talk to the slaves himself. As he took this moment to dissociate himself from Misha, he didn't pay attention to her conversation. He didn't hear one of the slaves whisper to Misha, "Be careful when you're around him. You really don't want to get on his bad side."


When Misha finally returned to his side, he was relieved to see her smiling. Odd./


Then she made a comment about angels working in the palace.


In his surprise, Nathanael spun around quickly, looking at her with an intensity that was almost a glare. "What did you say? Angel slaves?" Realizing that this must have been the same trick used by Vanyel, Nathanel asked Misha in the calmest voice he could manage given the charged situation, "Which one is an angel?"


While he waited for an answer, he whispered Araelle's name in the Ancient Tongue, the word burning his lips as he spoke. The Lady materialized a moment later in nearest the doorway in all her innocent beauty. In the afternoon sun, her skin and hair glowed nearly as fiercely as an angel's, and her blue eyes look like endless pools of water. She stepped into the stone pavillion that adorned the front half of the palace, smiling sweetly as she addressed Nathanael. "Son-of-mine, who /is/ your companion? Surely not the medium we spoke of?"


When Nathanael nodded, Araelle turned her girlish face towards Misha, noting that the medium was taller than she. Again, she smiled, though happiness outlined on her mouth never reached Araelle's eyes. "Tell me about yourself, medium. I don't even know your name. I am Araelle, master of this palace."
 
The tone of Nathanael's voice had made Misha pause. She thought on it while speaking with the slaves. She tried to see the good in everyone, and it seemed like the demon tried to do good. But...he was a demon. And humans believed demons were evil, through and through.


She glanced at the tall male, watching him peer outside for a moment. Again, the human wondered why he had brought her here. She'd asked a few times what he'd wanted from her, and just now, she'd realized he hadn't actually answered that question at all.


The female stood and brushed off her gray clothing, only to glance at the slave who had spoken in surprise. Nathanael had said the slaves were treated alright, that they got punished when they misbehaved. But the warning sent off alarm bells. When she returned to the male, and made her remark, the look he gave her made the girl freeze.


She peered at him meekly for a few seconds, then glanced at the group. If they hadn't been in a group, she would probably have been able to tell them apart. But, after everything Nathanael had said, and his slowly changing demeanor, she wasn't sure she would tell him at all.


"I don't kno-" Misha was interrupted by Araelle's arrival. For a moment she just gawked at the ethereal beauty the woman possessed. Then she came to her senses, remembering Nathanael stating the woman could 'shield' her appearance. Still, it was an impressive sight.


The woman's words sunk in. She looked sweet, and spoke in a friendly manner. For some reason, between the swirls of impulsion, the Feeling she got from Araelle was not a pleasant one. This was a woman who looked out for herself before anything else. And she would do anything to take care, and maybe further, herself. Without realizing it, Misha took a few tiny sidesteps closer to Nathanael.


Finally, she responded to the woman, hugging herself tightly. "I still don't know about this whole Medium business, but, uhm..." She paused and glanced to the male, her emerald gaze returning reluctantly to the beauty before her. "I'm Misha. Misha Visser. You have a beautiful home...I'm...not meaning to be rude...but, I really, really have to get home soon...If we can just get my file..?" Misha's gaze returned to Nathanael. The woman was making her very uneasy, though, like the feelings with the angels, and the demons, Misha couldn't quite put words to it.


(No problem at all, beautiful as usual, dove! ^u^)
 
(^^, you too, dear! Hope you had a good weekend.)


Dammit, Nathanael swore internally as Lady Araelle appeared too soon. Another minute and he would have been able to deal with the disguised angel by himself, but at the moment, all Nathanael knew was that one of the slaves cleaning the floor was an angel. He just had no idea which one.


He watched his mother's face cock to the side like a child who didn't understand the question. "File?" She asked, her eyes flicking to Nathanael, the barest hint of a frown appearing on her brow. She took a step towards the human and her son, closing in just enough to feel invasive. Nathanael felt a chill run down his spine, noting that Misha was having the same instinctual reaction, and moved closer to him because of it. "Returning home?"


Nathanael cleared his throat, thinking quickly. Ideally, this scenario would end with Misha feeling upset but accepting her place in Araelle's palace, the masked angel dead, all the other slaves alive, and Nathanael retaining his innards. The atmosphere felt like someone was holding a loaded gun, though he honestly had no idea who was carrying the weapon.


"Yes, I have told Misha that I would help her get her record from the insane asylum. She doesn't believe that angels and demons are real, you see; she herself believes she's insane. Speaking of angels, Misha has just revealed that we seem to have another disguised angel in our midst. Just over there," Nathanael said, pointing to the group of humans kneeling on the floor with soapy hands and rags. "Though she hasn't described which one- yet."


At this point, Nathanael looked at Misha with the same intense stare- yet there was a hint of fear in it. For your sake, Misha, please do what she tells you. He wished he could say the words in front of his mother, but he knew how easily offended Araelle was.


"I see," Araelle said with an icy smile. "Misha Visser, was it? Has Nathanael explained to you why you're here? Aside from getting your record?" Predicting Misha's answer, she continued, stepping closer again to Misha. Slowly, Araelle reached out and lightly stroked the girl's pale cheek. "You see, I've learned recently that you can detect the difference between humans and angels disguised as such. I intend to use your talents, dearest creature. I will grant you every courtesy and priviledge if you cooperate with me. Now, would you please identify the angel from the group over there?"
 
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The human stared quietly as the two demons spoke, her mind turning quickly. With the way Araelle spoke, it seemed like they had no intentions of taking her home. That couldn't be right, though...


She licked her lips nervously as the female stepped closer. For such a short frame, she was rather intimidating. Her green eyes detected movement from their corners: Nathanael was peering at her. It seemed like a glare from earlier, but there was something flickering in his eyes that disturbed the human deeply.


Then, before she could decide what his look meant, Araelle was moving closer. Her hand brushed Misha's face, and the girl flinched away. She listened closely, but her face was expressionless, a gift from years of therapy. It was true, then. Nathanael had tricked her to get her here, and had no intent to return her home.


The emerald orbs flickered back to Nathanael, accusations shining brightly for a moment, then Misha blinked, and glanced at the group of slaves. She stared at them for a moment, then squinted her eyes. Truthfully, she was trying to bide time, think of a way out of this.


This was seeming more and more real to her, though she didn't want to accept this fact. If she did as she was told, they would kill the angel, Misha was certain. If not, would they hurt all of the slaves? Or her, if she didn't obey?


Frightened, but determined not to give in to the demons who'd tricked her, Misha finally shook her head. "I'm sorry...I must have been mistaken...I'm still new to all this...I can't quite get all my feelings down... Maybe I'm not the right person for the job? I'm sure you can find someone better qualified. Nice to meet you though..." Her gaze turned back to Nathanael. Once again, her face was expressionless, though she wanted to scream at the male. "You know what? I think you guys are real now...meeting your lovely mother convinced me. So if you just want to take me home now that would be great..." Though it was looking like she was trapped, Misha felt like hearing the male say he'd tricked her would hold some kind of gratification. Him admitting he'd done something wrong. She doubted she would get that, though.


(Yes, it was. I'm sorry if my reply didn't make sense. I tried. I've been at work since nine pm yesterday, and it is now 2 pm today.)
 
(*hands Kisu a pillow and a blanket* Go sleep!


S'alright hon, it's great- it feels like the calm before a storm. :D


Also, not sure if you're interested, but myself and a few other have been batting around a group rp idea. It's set in a medieval fantasy kingdom, and there are going to be some /very/ interesting twists and turns.) 
Nathanael watched the play of emotions over Misha's face, fascinated as she managed to keep the fear at bay. He had deserved every bit of the anger that radiated from her intensely green eyes. He deserved more than just that glare, really. He had expected her to rage, to hit him, to try to escape. Yet, she remained calm, standing by the side of her betrayer and inches in front of the most terrifying demon Nathanael had ever known. Even more astounding to him was the completely blank gaze Misha was capable of bestowing upon Nathanael and Araelle both. Whether that blank look was intended or otherwise, Nathanael felt it more keenly than a punch in the gut.


It was one of the very few times in his rather long life that Nathanael felt like apologizing.


Keeping his posture upright and proud, yet his face full of pity, he began to speak. "Misha, you ca-"


"I am quite certain that you are perfectly qualified for this, Misha Visser," Araelle replied, eyeing her son with an expression that was full of warning, before returning her gaze to Misha. "Now, if you don't tell me which one of those slaves is the angel, I will slaughter them all. Their deaths will be on your head, Misha. However, you can spare the humans by identifying the angel. It's your choice, darling." Speaking in the Ancient tongue, she summoned another two demons onto the pavillion, whose assignment was generally to protect the palace. They waited behind Araelle, two demons blacker than night whose faces seemed to melt and change with every breath.


Nathanael stared at his feet, helpless in this situation. It began to dawn on him that his mother had perhaps chosen him for exactly this purpose; he was too weak to defend Misha in front of Araelle. All he could do was witness the scene unfolding in front of him, powerless to stop it. He smiled bitterly at the ground.


Araelle placed a finger under Misha' chin, intending to tilt the girl's chin upward just a fraction. With blue eyes that bore into Misha's green ones, Araelle hissed. "Be careful of your choice, Misha Visser. The rest of your time in the palace depends on it."
 
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Misha had crossed her arms, starting to feel like she had the upper hand in the situation. Nathanael started to speak, then was cut off by his mother. The human focused on her again.


Instead of her arms being crossed, they shifted, hugging her. She was not liking these choices. The girl did understand, however, that she was trapped. It was one of them, or all of them. She began thinking of continuing the charade, however, she was sure Araelle's hidden rage would be directed towards her then. Not to mention those creepy demons behind her. Or, at least, Misha figured that's what they were. Even as she peered at them, they seemed to shift and change. Like hot wax being molded, but refusing to firm up.


Panic finally touched her eyes as the hopelessness of this whole situation set in. She had no way back to her world, and would probably not be permitted off of Araelle's land. People's lives were in her hands, and she had to make a choice between all of them. This was not what she had in mind when she'd wanted out of Saddlebrook.


Emerald eyes turned to Nathanael, pleading with him to help her. To her dismay, however, the demon was staring at the ground. Then he did the unthinkable. He smiled! Her frustration was overcome with anger, and the human vowed to pay him back for the angel's death. This wasn't a choice she wanted to make, and if he hadn't brought her here, she wouldn't be making it! This was all Nathanael's doing! His pretty face just covered up a horrible, black heart! Demons were evil!


The girl swore to herself she wouldn't doubt, or forget, that fact from now on.


But first, she really did have to identify it. "I...I really can't tell... Maybe if...if they weren't in a group like that I could...please...don't hurt them..." She shifted nervously, and licked her lips, hoping Araelle would be able to tell that she spoke the truth.
 
Araelle stepped back from Misha, giving the human some space to think and collect herself. Araelle pasted the practiced, girlish smile on to her face again, judging that her intimidation tactics had been effective enough to ensure Misha's cooperation. "Your concern for your kind is most becoming," Araelle noted. "And you need not worry; I don't hurt things that are useful to me."


Liar, Nathanael thought, feeling the faint scar on his cheek that his mother's claw had bestowed. By now, he'd hoped that Misha had enough of a taste of the demon world to realize that promises were merely pleasantries. Oaths had to be made by contracts stronger than words.


Turning to the shapeshifting palace guards, Araelle instructed them to line the slaves up, each two feet apart. Nathanael's throat burned to reprimand Araelle for overriding his authority towards the slaves, but of course, if there was anyone in the palace that could overshadow him, it was Araelle. The guards and slaves obeyed, looking back and forth between Nathanael and Araelle, wondering what the problem was.


"Now," Araelle spoke, loud enough for the slaves to hear, "If you would, tell me which one is the angel." She turned to stand beside Misha so she too could see the linup of five slaves, keenly observing both the slaves and Misha for nuances in their expressions and posture. Even Araelle's small frame was tense, as half-expected the angel to try to escape, or to try to attack her.


In that moment, Nathanael- her son- was the last thing on her mind.
 
Still trying to find a way out of this predicament, Misha stepped towards the first in the line. She stopped by each person for a few seconds, moving on slowly. Her head remained down, staring at the ground throughout the passing minutes.


It was easy enough to pinpoint which being gave her the calmest feeling when they weren't bunched together, but she still had hope for a way out.


Eventually, she looked back up. While her face was expressionless, her eyes were full of sorrow and rage. Finally, she moved back to the third in the line. "I'm so sorry...it's you or all of them..." She shifted, to face the demon who owned this marvelous palace. "I won't help you hurt anyone else, you know." The woman scared her, it was true. But Misha had spent her whole life hating people who had done her or other residents wrong, and finding ways to punish the cruel without being caught. If she went to someone and said, 'So and so grabbed me where they weren't supposed to', she wouldn't have been believed. So even if it was something simple like taking a piece of paperwork they needed, she made sure they suffered somehow. And she'd do the same to this woman. And definitely wouldn't identify anymore angels for her.


How would Araelle know the difference anyway? According to the woman, that was why they had brought Misha here. She'd simply say over and over that she didn't sense any.
 
(I'm not gonna play the captive angel in this one, so if you want to, that's cool. Otherwise we can focus on Nathanael and Misha, which I imagine is going to be interesting enough in itself. :) )


Lady Araelle laughed with all the joy of a child, positively tickled pink by the human's audacity. Her silver dress rippled as she laughed, seeming to share in the joke. "Such resilience! Such admirable courage! But, my dear," Araelle said, still chuckling, "I wouldn't be much of a master if I couldn't handle a human with a mind as addled as yours- a human who hasn't been alive for as long as it took me to conquer upon this palace! I was alive before your ancestors discovered that the Earth travelled around the sun!"


Resuming her usual composure, though still with a twinkle of humour in her eye, Araelle approached the angel, carefully staying out of arm's length. This creature, after all, must be stronger than the angel from yesterday if the palace's enchantments hadn't broken the seal surrounding the captive human soul. She assessed the angel from head to toe, noting that this angel wore a thin silver anklet decorated in the same strange designs as the last angel's necklace. Dangling just below the angel's ankle was a trinket- the nib of a fountain pen.


Araelle was beginning to see a pattern, though years of experience kept her from jumping to conclusions. "That piece of jewelry should be taken to the Library for inspection," Araelle murmured, a finger looping around a tendril of white hair in thought. In a clearer voice, she added, "Guards, take this creature down to the cells- keep it in the same cell as the last angel, to let it contemplate its position. Unless you have anything you'd like to say while you're in the comfort of the pavillion?" Araelle asked the angel-slave with an arched brow.


Nathanael had remained in the same position, now several feet away from the main event. With his mother's attention elsewhere he found it easier to think of scenarios to ensure Misha's cooperation while attending to his mother's need to contain the enemy. As Araelle mentioned the Library, the pieces clicked into place.


"Lady Araelle, wouldn't it be more advantageous to take the angel to the Library? Alive? I doubt they've had the pleasure of seeing a live angel in decades, if not longer. Just imagine the value the Library would place on an angel- particularly one disguised as a human," Nathanel said, keeping his voice and manner polished, yet allowing a certain amount of excitement infiltrate his demeanor. "Think about what you could learn."


Lady Araelle's head swivelled towards her son, irritated that he had openly countered her command, yet appreciating the wisdom in his words. "Indeed," she mused, turning to face the angel again. "See if you can learn how to end this ridiculous war, then, Son-of-mine. Surely this angel must be worth some of that knowledge. You were going to visit the Library today to get Misha Visser's record, weren't you? Take the angel with you, and the guards. Tell me what you've learned when you return."


Araelle stepped away from the angel, Misha, and Nathanael and floated towards the party that taking in the palace gardens, the same party Nathanael had been observing just moments before. "I need to attend to the guests," Lady Araelle excused herself, her back already turned upon the scene.


Nathanael frowned, displeased that he had been given more responsibilities just because he had disagreed with his mother. It felt like a punishment- which of course is what Araelle had intended. Between Misha and the angel who might try to kill them at a moment's notice, Nathanael imagined that the short journey to the Library was going to be more eventful than usual.


"Come along, everyone," Nathanael growled, dropping his polished veneer completely now that his mother had left. "We're going to the Library." 
(Also, I'm just going to leave this here.


http://www.rpnation.com/index.php?threads/the-professors-new-subject-alice-hellsing-x-blue-suit.9023/


Note the names of the characters in the first two posts. ;) )
 
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(I....don't know whether to be flattered or irritated. I doubt it is just a coincidence, because the way you spell Nathanael is different that normal, and the spelling there is the same...0.o I don't mind playing the angel...do you want it to attack Araelle or no? Just checking before I post...)
 
(Your first sentence: Not a word of a lie, I said -literally- the same EXACT thing this afternoon in the shoutbox, same wording and everything. :P I decided on being flattered, since it means that our writing is being read, or at least skimmed. :D


Anyways, I read their rp from start to finish when I saw the names they used- it started off very similarly to ours, with Nathanael having to track down a girl named Alice who was part of Dr. Misha's evil experiments. They used a modern setting, though. Anyways, I think it's starting to deviate now- it would have to, since the world we've created is so fantastical and they have to stay within the constraints of modern America.


It's kindof cool that people are actually reading our rp, though- no? By using our characters' names,I'm almost thinking they wanted us to realize they were borrowing a few general ideas.


As for the angel, I'm thinking that we could maybe leave Araelle alone for now...I'm hatching some possible plans for her if/when we return to the palace (we don't have to, if our adventure takes us elsewhere). But feel free to try to attack Nathanael or the guards or whatever else you can think of. :) ) 
It's almost like we have....fanfiction. xD
 
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(They...used our plot too? I'm very torn here...


Yes, when you put it that way, I suppose I'm flattered...I wish people could follow threads, so we could see our lurkers...


I think my issue is just with the names tossed around wildly. I understand that names get used and reused. But Misha and Mannik Visser are two of my favorite characters. They grow and change, and I put so much thought and time into them, including the names. So if it had been happenstance that the names were the same, no biggie. But how they didn't even bother to change them kinda irks me...It's hard to explain. I suppose it's not a big deal. I dunno.


Alrightie, we shall leave her alone. Though I'm not gonna have the angel willingly go to his death...0.0)


If all this was true, then her mind wasn't addled! Misha wanted to protest, but she just glared at Araelle. The angel stood still as he was observed, though his eyes glanced around quickly. The red head had turned her attention back to the angel, and was watching him sadly. She didn't want him to be hurt...


It wasn't until the female demon pointed out the anklet that Misha noticed it. She viewed it with a frown, glancing at her wrist. She barely moved her head, since she didn't want to draw attention to it. At the asylum, she'd known the players, and the rules. Here was new ground, and she'd have to tread carefully until she learned the rules.


The bracelet did indeed have the same small symbol as the males anklet. Misha wanted to question him about it. While thinking of a way to ask without it being obvious, Nathanael had finally spoken up. The human jerked her head up to glare at him. He sounded so happy about the angel's fate.


But, what was all this about the library? Why would the angel help find the information Araelle wanted? Misha began thinking this library wouldn't be a library at all...


Relief flooded her as Araelle departed. And to think, she'd been so estatic about meeting her! Nathanael spoke again, and Misha turned on him.


She lunged towards him, her hands balled into fists, flying everywhere, and determined to hit the male wherever she could. "LIAR! KIDNAPPER! WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU, HUH? HUH?"


The other slaves had turned away, resuming their work. The angel, however, bolted down the hallway.
 
(I get what you mean, Kisu. Anyways, I flagged Kagura about it; just thought you should know. I don't want them to get in trouble if they're inspired by what we wrote, but hopefully it'll be enough of a warning that they won't do it again (if they did indeed borrow some ideas). I'll start replying, now. ^^)
 
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(Okay, well that. I don't want them in trouble, but they really should have changed the names. Using an idea is great! Twist it around, make it your own, but at least make your own characters and names...


Anywho...how are you tonight?)
 
(The characters are rather different, to be fair. But I get what you mean. Anyways, Kagu's doing some investigating first, and I don't really want them to get in trouble from a mod either. I honestly just thought she'd be the best person to approach with the bizarreness of the situation.


Evening's going well- spent a lot of it reading Sherlock Holmes and visiting on the shoutbox. ^^ You?)
 
(Who is Kagura? I spent my time sleeping and shopping, so it went alright. ^u^


-shrug- It just think there's too many coincidences. But, I feel like it's not too big a deal either way. I do think a warning would be nice, just so they understand for the future, ya know?)
 
(short post because of the action sequence!)


Misha's first few blows landed on Nathanael's unprotected back, causing his skin and muscles to protest at the pain. Really, Misha was stronger than she looked. A few fists caught his left arm as he spun around to face her, but by the time they were eye to eye he had caught Misha's wrists in his hands, preventing further damage to his body. "Do you really think- after having met my mother- that she would have let you live had you decided to remain in the asylum?" Nathanael hissed, his brow furrowed while his eyes widened in anger. Drawing her in closer to emphasize his meaning, Nathanael continued his venomous tirade. "Taking you with me saved your life," he spat the last words into Misha's face, their eyes only inches apart.


Flicking his eyes, the same eyes as Araelle, away from Misha's momentarily, Nathanael finally realized that the angel was trying to escape. Nathanael tried to throw Misha onto the white marble floor, thereafter posting one of the shapeshifters to Misha's side as he ran after the angel with the other guard. The strong legs that had propelled him over the wall of the asylum helped him catch up to the fleeing creature, whose shape was still that of a human slave, with all of a human's physical limitations. When he finally caught up to the angel- nearly at the end of the pavillion- he drew his longsword from the leather sheath at his hip. His back muscles smarting from the effort, Nathanael swung repeatedly at the angel's heels, trying to slash through the angel-slave's achilles tendons. 
(Kagu's one of the site admin, who is most often on the sb. She's super friendly; she'll probably give you a nickname the first time she sees you in the shoutbox ^^


I need to go shopping tomorrow for computer hardware. It's pretty nerdy that I'm excited about that, right?) 
(And finally, right up until five minutes ago, I didn't realize you were a dude. ;) )
 
(It's all good! I was gonna have the angel attack, but...I need to look some things up for an idea on powers he could have while in a human body...)


The female had squirmed and writhed in the demon's grasp, a small pained sound escaping her. She didn't have a chance to respond, before she was sprawled out on the ground. Misha sat up after a moment, rubbing her head. She didn't wish to be dead, but...she didn't want any of this either. Her hands moved to her wrists, and she rubbed them. No hitting. First discovered rule, not that she'd expected to be allowed to-Oh, what was he doing now?


She watching in growing horror as Nathanael easily caught the angel. She hadn't even seen the male dart away. The sword that Nathanael kept at his side easily sliced through the angel's ankles, and the male dropped, letting out a shriek.


Misha mimicked the sound, fumbling and getting to her feet. She went to rush forward, but one of the strange Shadow Demons, as Misha decided to dub them, grabbed her arms, holding her back. The girl continued to struggle, trying to help the angel. It was her fault he was being hurt. "Stop it! Wasn't it enough you lied to me and tricked me here? Why do you have to hurt him? S-she said take him to the library, to find a way to end the war! Why not stop now? Let him go! That would be an amazing start!" 
(LMAO!!! Nah, computer hardware is awesome. Don't feel nerdy.)
 
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