Storm of Spirits (Kisu and Rafi)

(Angel could always take the amulet off and try to fly away? *shrugs*)


Nathanael let out a large sigh of relief when the angel fell, accentuated by his increased respiration from the sprint. He let the Shadow Demon drag the angel back towards Misha, wiping off the bloody sword on the angel's slave clothes as they walked. Blood from the angel's tendons leaked out onto the floor, staining the spotless marble red. Nathanael looked at the sight in displeasure. "Ensure that you clean this mess off the floor," Nathanael calmly instructed the slaves as he passed.


"Yes, Nathanael," they replied in unison, as the slaves always did when he gave them a direct order. This time, the words made Nathanael flinch. He wondered if Misha would pick up on the clear indication of authority he had over them; yet another weapon to add to her arsenal.


Nathanael slid the cleaned sword back into its scabbard by the time he reached Misha, purposely not answering her questions until he had returned to her side, hoping that the moment's peace would help her calm down. "I still intend on taking him to the Library, Misha. And I still plan on showing you your record, if you still want it. Letting one angel free is not going to stop the war- especially one who has been in the servitute of my mother's palace for as long as this one has," Nathanael added, eyeing the angel distastefully. "This one knows too much about the palace's design, the creatures that dwell inside it, the magic that protects it. No, he can't go free. It's already a mercy that he's being given to the Library rather than made to suffer at the hands of my mother."


Shaking his head, trying to empty if of yesterday's torture, Nathanael headed towards the nearest set of stair and proceeded to slimb them, assuming that the rest of the party would follow in his stead, voluntarily or otherwise.


I suggested the angel's merciful escape to appease you, Misha, Nathanael thought. Still he hardly blamed her for not noticing the subtext of the conversation with his mother. She was rather distraught, after all. Trying to think of something that would get Misha's mind off his betrayal, Nathanael added. "The Library is quite amazing. You can learn anything in there, if you have something of value. Is there anything that you are just burning to know? That's not contained in your psychiatric record?"
 
(Is it gonna be that simple, to release the soul?)


The girl didn't look at Nathanael when he returned, wide eyes still on the angel. She listened to his explanation. It actually sounded logical, as much as she didn't want to admit that. Everyone started to move away from her, the Shadow Demon dragging the angel. She couldn't seem to look away from the blood, either spilling from the angel, or marring his clothing. It seemed like the angel had gone into some kind of shock. He rarely made a noise, and looked pale. His eyes were scrunched shut. He was still moving, however, trying to free himself from the demon's grasp.


Eventually, she tripped, ending up on one knee, with her hand in blood. Misha shook her head and made a tiny sound, cleaning her hand with a passing bucket. This was all happening way to fast! She felt light headed and sick.


It took a few moments for Nathanael's words to settle in her mind. She was following him in the hopes of helping the angel, and finding an escape. She didn't want to be left there for Araelle to return. After thinking, Misha answered quietly. "I don't know yet. The record...isn't important anymore." It was true, Misha could care less about the record. This all seemed pretty real to her now. "I don't have anything to give, though...W-we need to stop his bleeding..." Her voice was mostly calm, but Misha couldn't disguise the tiny note of panic near the end.
 
(Hmm, true. Maybe this angel begins to turn into a fallen angel, releasing his wings? Or maybe in a last-ditch attempt to save himself, he destroys the souls container?)


Nathanael hadn't seen Misha stumble, facing as he was in the opposite direction. Rather, it was more the tone of her voice that made him pause his ascent of the staircase. He stopped and looked down at the shaken girl, then at the angel, and then rolled his eyes in annoyance. Here was another problem to be solved.


Concerned about the fragility of Misha's mind, though she had held up rather well so far, he decided to humour the girl. Taking his sword and pointing it towards himself, Nathanael cut the bottom three-quarters of his silk sleeves from his shirt, and tossed the white fabric down to Misha, who was only a few steps below. "There. You can bind the fabric around the angel's ankles. Heaven knows he'll only try to maim my if I try to help him, but I doubt he'll harm you."


Nathanael bent down sat on the top of the staircase, grimacing as his back protested not for the first time. Rubbing his muscles, he commented, "Did you learn to hit like that at the asylum?"
 
(Ohhh.....what would happen to the soul? Would it be able to return to the body on it's own? I'm sorry if I'm over thinking this...)


Misha scrambled to catch the fabric, though she still ended up dropping it out of her shaking hands. She refused to look at Nathanael or thank him, moving to the groaning angel. She bound the male's feet. He couldn't control them, so she tried to tie them back into their original positions.


"People think crazy people are stupid, and that no one will believe them when they tell you a staff member did something wrong. And they are right, no one listens. But we aren't stupid." She paused and continued quietly. "Bad things happen behind closed doors. I would rather get in trouble for hitting someone, than get raped or standby while a staff is kicking someone else. So yes, in a way, they taught me to hit like that as the asylum." Not that Saddlebrook had employed only bad people. There had been good, too. People that had truly cared for the resident's well being.


He had asked a question, so she felt like it was her turn. "So...this was your whole plan, huh? The whole reason you came there at all. To take me here and trap me? What is going to happen when I don't hand over more angels?" Okay, maybe more than one question.
 
Nathanael remained seated, though he leaned his elbow on his knee and allowed his chin to rest in his upturned hand, looked at Misha with much the same intensity and interest he had given her upon their first meeting. The only difference was that his thin, pale arms were visible, and bruises were starting to bloom on his left bicep. As he listened to her, he became irritated, thinking that she had inadvertently compared the asylum to the underworld. "The way you describe it, the Saddlebrook sounds more barbaric than Araelle's palace," he commented, somewhat haughtily. "Have you noticed that I've only so far harmed people who gave me cause? Araelle didn't even lay a finger on you- figuratively speaking."


Nathanael stood up, having no patience for her needling questions after she'd attacked him. "Of course that was the whole plan, you nitwit," he replied acidly. "I thought you'd at least have a grasp on that, by now."


Honestly, he had no idea what would happen to Misha if she didn't reveal any more angels- that was Araelle's problem, not his. Still providing no answer could be construed as a sign of weakness. "The gift of true omniscience is rare among demons. Even demons who can innately detect lies are uncommon- but a few do exist. I imagine Araelle would seek to hire one of those demons. Of course, she could also employ more...visceral incentives, to ensure your cooperation."


With that, Nathanael continued walking towards the center of the palace, and service hallway, where the Library's seal was embedded on the floor. "I really do suggest that you try to cooperate with Araelle of your own free will. You were lucky she didn't have you whipped, after saying you wouldn't help her."


Once the party had all caught up, nearly filling up the small service hallway, Nathanael stepped on the Library's onyx seal. Speaking in the Ancient tongue, Nathanael repeated the ritual words, "There is no good nor evil, only power and knowledge." Within the moment, they vanished and re-appeared in front of the Library's infinitely tall doors, whose room was still bathed in moonlight. It was always nighttime, at the Library. 
(Also, I have no idea what would happen to the soul. ;) I think, in my first post, I just assumed that once the object was broken, the soul would die. But I don't think I actually said that, so it's not canon or anything. Hmm...


But you'd think if the angels were sent to kill Araelle they''d have a way of quickly transforming into their angelic selves. *shrugs*)
 
Misha finally looked at the demon. "No, just threatened me and forced me to pick someone for you to kill. All those slaves I saw...they acted like you were horrible! And you are!" Her voice turned sarcastic. "And by cause you mean if I don't kiss your feet! And obey each thing ordered of me!"


Despite all this, the human's head snapped back at the simple name calling, as if Nathanael had slapped her.


She followed along as he began walking, silent now. At least at Saddlebrook she'd had friends. Here, who was she to talk to? The girl felt like crying, but resolved to be strong.


The demon was still dragging the angel. It must pain him terribly, but he was lifting one dragging foot, nudging the braclet. He was mouthing something, looking at the girl desperately. Her brow furrowed as she stared at him. Finally, she made it out.


The song...the song...the song... Over and over.


It took Misha a few more minutes to understand. It finally dawned on her. The song Vanyel had taught her! When there were groups of demons, and the Lights, she'd close her eyes, and sing. When she'd open them, everyone would be gone. But she'd seen this angel before, or at least his human disguise. It had been in one of the lights, smiling at her.


The angel smiled now, seeing the understanding light up Misha's face. She didn't understand why he wanted her to sing it, but she would if he wished it. Before she could begin, they stopped. Nathanael spoke, and then they were gone.


Misha gasped loudly, staring around her. The angel was momentarily forgotten. This place was amazing! It was unlike any library she had ever seen!


The newness of the library, and it's silent depths, also made Misha forget about her anger at the demon. She opened her mouth to question him. Before she spoke, however, the angel nudged her leg. Misha glanced down, recalling what he'd asked.


"Engel van bo, leen hierdie bereid vorm Tot ek laat jou weer." She repeated the mantra three times in a singsong voice. It had the tone of 'Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star'. Though she didn't know it, this was what had bound the angels to the forms, and what could release them again. As she spoke, the angel had jerked away from the shadow demon, ripping the anklet off, and smashing it on the floor. The body fell back, an empty shell, while a shining orb disengaged from the token.


The body shifted, becoming the angel's true form. The massive wings spread, lifting the creature into the air. Misha watched with wide eyes as it pumped madly, heading for the windows above, intent on breaking them and escaping. It was clear the angel had no idea where it was either.


The female glanced from the angel to Nathanael. Who would he want more, the angel or her? Trying to take her chance and escape, Misha turned and bolted down the library, ducking down the nearest aisle. He'd said you could find anything. She didn't quite understand how that was possible, but she would hold out hope that she could lose Nathanael in the immense area, and find a way out.


(Agreed. I tried to make it so it could release the soul, but the angel itself would die without the medium. I thought that would be a bit too easy to just break it and change, so I tried tying the soul to the token, and the angel to the medium that bound it. -shrug- I hope I did alright....) 
(....Rafi! -sniffles-)
 
(I went to go see Star Trek in IMAX 3D!! It Was Epic. <--- My excuse for not replying sooner. ^^; ;)


Nathanael turned to Misha, his anger matching her own. "You make it sound as though you've never obeyed anyone in your life!" Standing as he was on the top stair, his tall frame towered over her, and his fingers were splayed wide as if itching to wring the girl's neck. "As though you wanted to take every single pill the nurses forced down your throat, as if you wanted to go to every group therapy session with that despicable man, as if you wanted to remained imprisoned within the asylum!" He shouted relentlessly, his tone merciless and caustic. "I took you out into the palace's gardens, and you'd acted as though you hadn't been outside in years. It's true, I've kidnapped you, I've brought you to this place, but how the hell can you call your existence on Earth a life?"


He turned away from Misha, a guttural, inarticulate cry escaping his lungs. It was probably for the best that the rest of the walk to the Library was uneventful- Nathanael's urge to hit something was becoming increasingly difficult to suppress.


"Good evening, Nathanael," the Gatekeeper's deep, rumbling voice echoed through their bodies and the chamber once they had reached the Library's doors. As ever, the Gatekeeper's form was hidden from sight.


"Good evening, Gatekeeper," he greeted the shadows, trying to ignore Misha's voice for the moment, though it was hard to block out her song's melody completely... "I have come for information about how to end the war between Angels and Demons."


"And what will you sacrifice for that information?" The Gatekeeper asked.


The song...!


Realizing that he'd only heard that song once before, sung by the angel Vanyel, Nathanael spun around. It was too late. Already the angel's wings were errupting from the back of its human form. In the next few moments, the rest of the disguise melted off the angel's immaculate body.


"No!" Nathanael cried in shock and panic. He scrambled to catch the angel, but the angel had already taken wing. "I sacrifice the angel, Gatekeeper, the angel!"


From the shadows emerged the Gatekeeper's midnight-black, massive, clawed hand. The hand reached out, trying to grasp its sacrifice, which kept flying higher and higher, up to the windows. Yet, the Gatekeeper's hand moved too slowly and the angel smashed through a window pane and escaped into the eternal night.


Nathanael, his head turned upwards, watched the scenario unfold. He swore upon the angel's escape, returning his eyes to the ground, and noting that at least a glowing orb, the angel's disguise, and the silver anklet remained. Adequate payments, Nathanael hoped, for at least some of the information his mother desired. Still, Araelle was expecting more knowledge than these trinkets alone would provide.


"You idiot!" He shouted to Misha, smashing the ground in his rage, no longer able to contain himself. The stone cracked beneath the abuse. "You wanted this war to end, right?! How the hell is that going to happen, now that you've helped that damnable creature who knows everything about my mother's palace escape?! That sacrifice would have been enough to tell us everything we needed needed to know!"


Taking a few deep calming breaths, though his upper lip still curled in anger, Nathanael looked up, and then around.


Misha was gone.


~~~


The hooded Librarian, who usually shackled patrons at the Gate, witnessed Misha running past amidst the commotion in the Library's Receiving Room. The girl had offered no sacrifice, had not demanded information; she had just run straight in. Foolish, the Librarian thought, following the human silently. The Librarian followed Misha into the stacks of scrolls, waiting for the human to stop before make its presence known.


(Hope this is alright? I kindof thought Misha needed some downtimefrom Nathanael, or they'd probably just end uo ripping each other's throats out.)
 
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The female had ran as far as fast as she could. Her lungs ached, her legs ached. Finally, Misha stopped, bending over and panting heavily, looking around her. The library had seemed big, but Misha hadn't realized just how far it went back.


She'd definitely lost Nathanael. She'd heard him yelling, and assumed it was at her, but hadn't looked back. Good riddance to him, good riddance to Araelle, and good riddance to the spooky faceless voice they'd heard moments ago.


It took a few more moments for Misha to catch her breath. She was eventually able to stand up straight. Wanting to find some kind of map, she moved to the end of an aisle, looking up. The ends were labeled with plaques, just like a normal library, but the writing on them was different. It only puzzled the human more. "How in the world do I get out of here?" She muttered to herself. She peered curiously at the rows. Suprisingly, there weren't many books. It seemed to be mostly old scrolls.


She chewed her lip, sitting on the floor and tugging her legs to her chest. She'd take a few more minutes of rest, then jog through this place at an easier pace.


(I'm sorry it's so short, very tired. Gonna head to bed now. Of course it's fine. Poor Nathanael! I feel so bad for him, he lost the angel and Misha!


I don't think we really discussed...is this going to have romance? 'Cause I haven't made Misha very loving so far, lol. Just wondering.


I think the break will do them good, either way! ^u^)
 
"Back the way you came," a soft hush answered Misha from end of the row. The speaker's was form outlined in the dim glow emanating from the Library's ceiling. The Librarian stood between the row's shelves, its eyes glimmering out at Misha beneath its hood and its face obscured in shadow. "Unless you seek assistance, or wish to find another way out. But, for that, the Library requires payment."


~~~


"Let me pass," Nathanael growled at the Gatekeeper, whose colossal hand now blocked the entrance to the Library. "I need to collect my charge."


"You are not permitted to enter the Library, Nathanael," the Gatekeeper's voice growled back in a voice that was infinitely more terrifying. "The human will be lucky if she is not already dead. You came here for information. Do you still seek answers?"


"Yes, Gatekeeper. But can I also barter for you to return Misha to me?" Nathanael asked, trying to solve this predicament. Damn that girl, Nathanael swore at Misha silently, vowing to keep her under lock and key once he found her. He balled his fist thinking about all the trouble she caused- and winced as his bloodied knuckles throbbed in response.


"If the barter conflicts with any request made by the human, she will not be returned to you unless you barter with an object of higher value," the Gatekeeper boomed.


Fine. Three objects. A necklace, a mysterious orb, and a disguise.


He wondered if Misha would request help or information from the Library, and if so, what she would sacrifice.


(Tried to keep their storylines tied, even if they're not together.


Well, Nathanael's been pretty lucky so far, really. He was able to convince Misha to come with him to the underworld, he didn't suffer too much damage when Misha punched him, and he was able to keep the angel from running away the first time. Sortof thought it was time he had some bad luck- it just so happened that this time he had really bad luck. ;)


Also, I kindof thought Misha should be present for something as momentous as figuring out how to free the most ancient and powerful demon ever.


Hmm, romance. I don't mind romance in stories, but I think right now it would just be too drastic and strange if our characters started to like each other too much. I think there's going to have to be significant character development for both of them to even get to the point where they really sympathize with each other enough harbor anything other than dislike. Like, for Nathanael, he doesn't even perceive Misha as an equal yet. Most humans are slaves to him, and the only reason he's been treating her respectfully (for the most part- at least in his mind), is that Araelle wants this medium to work for her. And now that Misha's helped to free the angel, I'm pretty sure he likes her even less than most of the slaves.


The other problem I find with romance is that once you get to the point where both characters realize and accept that they have fallen for each other, it can sortof ruin the tension between them unless some extenuating circumstance pits them against each other.


So, I guess what I'm saying is that I have no problem with romance, but I think it's going to be quite a while before Nathanael starts dreaming about Misha's hot bod. ;)


What do you think?)
 
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Misha gave a small cry and lurched back to her feet. She whirled madly for a moment before seeing the Librarian. The redhead stared openly for a moment, trying to figure out what this strange man/creature was. He didn't Feel like an angel, or a demon. Even humans, Misha usually got a small feeling from. This thing emitted absolutely nothing.


Finally, she stepped forward, shaking her head. "I'm sorry...I didn't mean to disrupt anyone. But, I guess I need assistance..." She tilted her head, and frowned. "I thought Libraries were free..?" The girl groaned and slapped her head. "I'm stupid. This isn't a normal library, huh? I mean, that's obvious...But Nathanael said something earlier about having to pay..." He had mentioned her bracelet. She glanced at it, remembering the angel smashing his. Would her skin melt off and lay on the floor like a shell if she broke this? For that reason, and for pure sentiment, Misha didn't wish to part with it.


What did she really want to find out, anyway? A way home, certainly. But, the demon had been right about her life in the asylum. Could she find a way back to Earth, but not the asylum? Start over? She doubted Nathanael would let her go that easily...especially after releasing the angel. "I want to find out how you can keep demons from hurting you!" She blurted out, blushing slightly. "What would you accept as payment? I don't have any money..."


(I'm not sure if I'll be too good at keep the storylines together that well, but I will certainly try. If they get too far apart it would flatten the rp, sooo...And I think it's a good idea for this, anywayz...


And I agree completely on the romance thing. I just wanted to know where we'd be heading in the future. One of my roleplays on Menewsha lasted for over a year before we had any romance at all.


I'm sorry if I missed any questions or post isn't up to par...I'll be on later after I sleep. No work tonight! Whoot!)
 
(Yeah, I don't want to keep them apart too long either- I'm just genuinely interested in what Misha is like when she doesn't have scary demons looming about her. ^^ I'll bring Nathanael back to her in the next post or two; I just need to figure out how to write it out...)


"No, this is not a normal library," the Librarian agreed in whisper. "This is the Library. You can find out almost anything here- but we demand a price for the knowledge which we have so carefully collected." The hooded demon silently stepped towards Misha, its feet hidden under it long black robe. "We do not care about money. To the Library, money is only as meaningful as the intellectual value of the coins and paper. A strong and vivid memory, however, might be enough to answer your question."


From the folds of the Librarian's robe, it produced a small silver pot with a lid. On the outside of the pot were markings in a language no human could speak. As the Librarian opened the pot, a multitude of soft voices seemed to be speaking from within the confines of the receptacle. The were too many voices to distinguish any words.


"If you wish to give the Library a memory, hold the pot's rim to your lips, think of the memory and exhale it into the vessel," the Librarian instructed, proffering the receptacle to Misha with human-looking hands.


~~~


"I sacrifice the angel's disguise for you to return Misha to these gates," Nathanael declared after a minute of thought. "I sacrifice this...orb...and the anklet to learn more about how to end the war."


The Gatekeeper, keeping the doorway blocked with one of his hands, used another to turn the disguise over and over. Finally, the Gatekeeper withdrew his hand into the shadows, taking the angel's shell of a disguise. "I accept this offer." He repeated the process with each piece of the angel's shattered jewelry, carefully turning over each shining piece of silver between its claws. The process took many minutes, and Nathanael was getting impatient, as he often did while waiting at the Library. He paced back and forth while he waited for the Gatekeeper to finish his assessment.


Finally, the Gatekeeper pondered the orb. "Do you know what this is, Nathanael?" Nathanael stopped pacing, and shook his head. What did he care? All he cared about was the value the Library placed on it.


"This is a pure human soul," the Gatekeeper said. Nathanael's eyes widened in surprise. So, human souls really could be extracted! And further, they could remain intact when not encased in an objet! Nathanael wondered if it was possible for demons to use those human souls...But his thoughts wandered no further down that road as the Gatekeeper's claws took the sacrifice into the shadows.


After many moree minutes, a crow appeared in the Receiving Room with a scroll attached to its talon. Nathabael took the scroll himself, as there was no Librarian to do so, and let the crow fly off.


The scroll read:


Even amongst the most omnicient, none have the power to predict the future. Perhaps the best way to find an end to the war is to look back to its beginnings.


The angels stole someone revered by demons. It was thought that just speaking the creature's name could grant a demon power beyond belief.


It Heaven's Citadel, the creature remains, though the early years of the war saw many rescue attempts. The creature's exact location is a carefully guarded secret, which will cost you much to learn.


If cooperation between angels and demons cannot be reached any other way, freeing this creature may end the war.


"Is that it?" Nathanael asked, once he'd stopped reading, "Surely a human soul is worth more than that?"


"A human soul is indeed valuable. The Library provided you with history so ancient and barely known. The information provided was fair," the Gatekeeper's voice thundred. "The human will be returned to you shortly."


(I chuckled as I wrote this. "Proffering the pot to Misha." ;)
 
(Tehehe! Pot...


And that sounds good! ^u^ I feel bad for posting so short...v.v Will do better tonight, I promise!)


The female stared silently at the strange creature. It took a few long minutes of lip chewing and tapping her fingers against her face. "Any memory?" She didn't want to give up her memories, to be honest...but if it would keep her safe in the future, she supposed it was needed.


But no reason for negativity! She'd just take an old, bad memory. It took her even longer to settle on one. Finally, she selected the last time she'd seen her parents. Wasn't like Misha was omniscient or could even come close to predicting the future, but she'd known that would be the last time they visited her.


It was hard to think about, and Misha wouldn't mind being rid of the memory. The human hesitated a moment longer, then accepted the tiny pot. She held the pot to her lips, exhaling. She hadn't the pot back, somewhat reluctantly, but gave a firm nod. "Okay, Mr. Librarian...How can I keep Nathanael...or Araelle, from hurting me? Oh, oh, oh! Or forcing me back here?"


Just being away from the demon, she felt calmed, and it hadn't been very long at all. The female couldn't help smiling. She'd get through this library and be on her way home in no time at all!
 
(To be fair, I have three characters on the go right now, which takes up more page space than one character's actions. Alright...Hmm. I actually have no idea what to give Misha. A charm? Oh! Oh! Idea! *settles down to write*)


" "Here" is probably as safe as you can be, in the demon world," the Librarian said quietly, storing the silver vessel back into its robes. Feeling pity for the girl, the Librarian threw back the cowl of the robe, exposing the face of a pale middle-aged woman, with greying hair and sharp black eyes, who looked perfectly human. "The Library isn't part of Araelle's palace, you see," the woman continued. "It doesn't enslave humans, although it is dangerous for those who are not under its protection. So, I don't suggest asking to not come back here- it might save your life one day, as it did mine. But protection from demons is a good request."


The woman tilted her head up towards the ceiling and whistled; a moment later a crow flew down and landed in her shoulder, a small message already attached to its talon. The Librarian read the precise calligraphy carefully, then handed the note to Misha with wrinkled hands. "It says that Nathanael has requested that the Library return to him. He's offered the angel's disguise as payment. Do you wish to make a counter offer?"


While Misha pondered her answer, the Librarian took another small piece of parchment and a BIC ballpoint pen from her robes and scribbled something on the parchment, attached it to the crow's talon and bid the bird to fly away. After a few minutes, the crow returned, this time carrying a small package along with a new note. The Librarian untied the package and note, allowing the crow to sit on her shoulder while she read the note aloud.


"This bracelet will thrice protect you from demons, their instruments, and their magic for half an hour. Speak the words "Eirgar Ir'Vallashin Hocht" each time you wish to activate the enchantment. Once the enchantment has been used three times, the bracelet will break." The Librarian looked up from the note, unwrapped the package and gently handed the thin copper bracelet, encrusted with three small diamonds, to Misha.


(I'm just assuming that Nathanael's waiting for information in return for his sacrifices, at this point in time. Is the bracelet alright? I was trying to think of something that would offer Misha some strategic advantage, but wouldn't be completely over-powered.


Also, "she gave the pot back, somewhat reluctantly." :D )
 
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At first, the human thought the librarian was only going to give her that information. Misha's smile slowly transformed, and her eyes narrowed slightly. As it continued, however, she relaxed again. She listened quietly, only emitting a tiny gasp as the form revealed itself. The rest of the time she waited patiently, head tilted slightly.


Although the pen was a surprise. Misha hadn't really expected it, however, the more time she spent in the demon world and this...'Other' World, the more she was realizing she couldn't really expect anything. If she expected something, ten to one, it would come out differently.


The female didn't respond to the crow's letter right away, thinking. She commented on the tiny bracelet first. "It's very pretty...thank you..." She wanted to say more, but couldn't quite think of words. Instead, Misha slipped it unto the arm, giving the woman a smile.


Finally, she remarked on the the note about Nathanael. "I don't have any memories I would be willing to part with..." Memories are what made a person who they were, after all. And Misha wanted to get away from the demons, but didn't want to lose herself in the process. "You said he gave the disguise...the skin?" She wrinkled her nose in disgust, but continued on. "So I didn't have to give up my memory! That's not right, you should have told me..." The girl dropped it, however, staring down at herself. She had nothing to give. "You said not to come back...or I could be saved? I don't quite understand...but, I guess that part isn't important...What I'd like to know...what if I need more information? Am I allowed to return to ask questions, in exchange for something?"


(The bracelet it awesome! Very nice idea! Sorry, when I get home from work, I'm usually tired, so have issues with ooc, lol. But, I'm good now! ^u^ I'm heading out to shop, then I will be back!


I'm glad you caught that, lol. I was wondering if you would! XDDD)
 
(Bah! I tried to be online this evening, but you know how disrupting real life can be. )


"I really shouldn't be divulge much more without asking for payment..." The woman seemed to be internally conflicted, but looked at Misha's thin frame and odd garment and couldn't help but feel sorry for the girl who was so clearly lost in the demon world. "Anyone can come here," the Librarian replied finally. "But few know how. You have to find a seal shaped like a scroll, and then speak the words "Vashnocht o'shliq ea o'shurre, vashnocht gaill ea lorrenarght". It will burn your lips when you say the words while touching the seal- it's an Ancient Demon language. The words used to activate your bracelet are also in Ancient Demon, so I imagine that will feel unpleasant too."


"Anyways," the woman said, shooing to the crow off her shoulder. "Are you ready to return? You'll have to come with me if you have no counter offer- and you had already told me you had nothing of value, so I merely offered you the alternative that is offered to most who come seeking information. Though I have to say, you're the first human I've seen in years."


~~~


"Where is she?" Nathanael snarled at the Gatekeeper, anxiously pacing back and forth in the Receiving Room. "You said she'd be returned to the Gate!"


"Patience, Nathanael," the Gatekeeper growled from the shadows. "So far, no counter offer has been made; she should be here shortly."
 
Listening quietly, Misha rolled this information over in her mind. She needed to find a seal...Nathanael had been messing around with a book, when he had said something similar. Perhaps a seal was contained in the book? She would look for it later. To be honest, though, it created a million more questions. She didn't push her luck, and kept them to herself for now. Misha resisted the urge to chant the words aloud, practicing, since she had no idea what they would do while she was here.


As for something valuable to trade, she was sure she could find something of value around Araelle's palace. It would be stealing...but it would 'buy' her freedom, in a manner of speaking. She could be free of the asylum and of the demons.


Misha was grateful for the bracelet, but disappointed it only worked three times. Better than nothing, however. She had a sinking feeling in her gut as the woman mentioned going back. Emerald eyes gaze woefully at the tiny copper item she'd slid unto her wrist. After Nathanael got ahold of her again, she had a feeling she would only have two more uses out of the bracelet. And, after his mother found out, Misha had no doubt she would attempt to hurt her. So she would have one.


Perhaps she'd have to play along, for a little while, anyway. She wouldn't identify any real angels or anything, but she would pretend to meek and comply. Her safety was number one in her mind.


With a sigh and nod, she stepped forward, ready to follow the Librarian meekly. "Thank you for all you've done. When I come back, I'll bring something extra for you, since you were so helpful...What's your name?" As the woman continued, Misha gazed at her, puzzled. "How long have you been here? You are human, aren't you? Why not go home?" She continued, happy to chat and temporarily forget where they were headed. 
(It's perfectly fine. Shit happens. Hope you had a lovely night!)
 
http://imgur.com/a/mIqED#0


Hey,


I'm not sure if you're still checking back occasionally, but I just had a natural disaster hit my hometown, and that's sortof been occupying my week. I just linked the album.


I also had a youth retreat the preceding week that I was helping to organize- it's just sortof been crazy, in the best and worst sort of ways. Luckily, my house is fine, but many of my friends' houses are not, so there's been lots of clean-up and time devoted to trying to help people.


I'm so so sorry.


*Headdesks a billion times*
 
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