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Post by Amundara on Sept 19, 2012 21:06:55 GMT -5
She was invisible... Yes extremely invisible to the second demon who had appeared. The moment he had made his entrance her blood nearly froze over. No, scratch that, it did freeze over. She didn't need to know his to know what he was. She couldn't help but feel a wash of relief to realize that he strike and kill her in the very beginning of his entrance. Eiryel didn't dare to move, not even twitch a muscle in fear of the Fallen.
The fairy didn't seem to be nearly as cautious however. The angel could only pray that the young fool wouldn't anger even the most calm of demons. Heh, yeah, even to her eyes he was pushing it... and that was saying something. She could only watch, her knuckles turning white from gripping her weapon so tightly; as he began his mischevious fairy habits. Oh how she wanted to warn him but her voice was lost to her. Her body and her power seemed to shrink, making her as less a target as possible while shadowing her presense. Despite her deslike for the overly work-excited holy-folk of her home; Eiryel couldn't help but pray that there were some for her here now. Now as in right now; as Right NOW.
For that now the fairy had just made the angel completely freeze. A harmless little prank but one that could surely end his life within maybe a moment, or perhaps even a little longer. She could not say. She could perhaps get away... missing a wing... a leg... her head... Oh the nightmares; were already forming in her head.
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Post by twilightstar on Sept 22, 2012 18:10:53 GMT -5
Asmodeus laughed. Your attempts at getting me angry, whether conscious of it or not, are sadly uneffective. The pink-haired demon was delighted that such a young being had the daring to challenge him. And besides, there was no harm done with a little bit of wind. Ruffled hair? What was that supposed to do? Get dirt on his suit? He'd been covered in blood and fine clothes before without being bothered.
Ignar chuckled slightly at the fairy's antics and the angel's obvious terror. Keeping in the shadows, he snuck away, letting the pink-haired menace distract the two.
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Post by rain on Sept 22, 2012 18:21:39 GMT -5
Vill sighed. "Old demons are no fun," he said. Of course, he didn't know that for sure. The only old demon he knew was the one in front of him. It was boring not being able to annoy someone. "This got boring fast. Do you know of anything fun to do?" he asked Asmodeus.
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Post by twilightstar on Sept 23, 2012 8:29:52 GMT -5
Oh...What did you have in mind? Asmodeus' tone was about 99% suggestive and 1% honestly curious.
You know what they say about statistics, Azzy...
Yep. I don't care. It be true!
((sorry for the super-short.))
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Post by rain on Sept 23, 2012 9:45:42 GMT -5
"I didn't have anything in particular in mind. I'm just bored of this. You must know that most fairies are ADHD," Vill said. He wasn't actually sure about that, but he knew he was ADHD. Well, he thought he was.
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Post by twilightstar on Sept 24, 2012 15:22:46 GMT -5
Asmodeus raised an eyebrow at that, but chose not to comment directly.
Over the years, my patience has widened greatly, young grasshopper. He yawned and ran a hand through his shaggy hair. The shade of pink often drew disapproving looks from human passersby, and more than once he'd been asked quite bluntly why he had such a strange appearance. Asmodeus had merely shrugged and asked them if it was making a negative impact on the society of today. He hadn't gotten an answer.
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Post by rain on Sept 24, 2012 16:33:04 GMT -5
Vill's eyes were drawn to Asmodeus' hair. "Is your hair naturally that color, or do you dye it?" he asked. The pink hair seemed so natural to him, but it was entirely possible that it was a dyed color. He didn't think of the shape shifting he had seen Ignar doing.
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Post by twilightstar on Sept 25, 2012 20:41:23 GMT -5
Natural. The demon considered his answer for a moment. After I Fell, at least. I'm not sure what it was before then. Probably blond, or some other boring, mundane color.
He was amused with the fairy. One second he was being mischievous, the next he was questioning the hair. Asmodeus had nearly forgotten the angel was there. Nearly.
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Post by rain on Sept 26, 2012 4:47:45 GMT -5
Vill's eyes widned. "You were an angel?" he asked Asmodeus. He had been smart enough to read a lot of old stories, so he knew about the Fallen. He didn't think anyone that Fell themself was still alive.
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Post by twilightstar on Sept 26, 2012 6:07:35 GMT -5
Asmodeus shrugged. Eh. Yeah. Mr. Goody-two-shoes Haughty-wings, the lot of them. I got out while I still could.
That's bound to get some kind of rise out of the angel, Asmodeus thought quietly to himself, pushing a little pride Eiryel's way.
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Post by rain on Sept 27, 2012 14:06:41 GMT -5
"What's it like being a demon? Do you still have wings? What was it like being an angel?" Vill bombarded Asmodeus with questions.
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Post by Amundara on Sept 28, 2012 8:54:56 GMT -5
She didn't even realize she had been backing away until she found herself hiding behind one of the huge human dumpster on the farther long side of the alley. Even now she was tapping her weapon ever so gently into the ground while sending magic in small, long pulses; hoping for some sort of back-up or support. Of course she got no immediate answer as most of the angels in the area apparently didn't like her. Or they thought she was joking. Those no good white-winged, puffed up... She hissed to herself. She had no intention of getting involved with a demon that strong even if he did seem friendly. She didn't even realize how far the conversation had gone untilthe old demon seemed to send her a signal, well more like some conniving pride. How he wanted her to react, who knows. Her feathers were ruffled however. Somehow that pride sounded like he was making fun of her and just her. Oh no he doesn't! At least thats what she would've said if her blood weren't so chain-like at the moment. So just settled on nearly whispering Scaly old, dust demon. Least I didn't hit my head when I came down.
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Post by twilightstar on Sept 30, 2012 14:20:40 GMT -5
((scaly?))
A smile flickered at the edges of Asmodeus' mouth. Not only for the fairy's amusing curiosity, but also for the little whisper the angel, who had gone and hidden somewhere, emitted. Dust demon, pfft.
No, I don't still have my wings. The archangels saw to that, Asmodeus answered, his lilting accent hitting a sour note. I suggest you don't press the matter, he added in a quiet voice that masked the anger many demons feared, a malice residing deep enough within him to drowsily snooze the days away until something started poking its side.
Being an angel? What is there to say? he shrugged, moving away from the situation. Sing, pray, spend the rest of the day in quiet contemplation as you walk among the trees and the flowers and the fluffy little bunnies. It's...so...boring... Asmodeus flopped with a mock dejected expression against the wall of a building, eyeing the dumpsters with a smirk.
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Post by rain on Sept 30, 2012 17:51:17 GMT -5
"Being an angel does sound really boring. I like being a fairy. I can do whatever I want and as long as I don't do anything too bad, no one really cares. I don't have to act like anyone else. I don't even have to be around anyone else if I don't want to," Vill said. Talk of angels made his fairy life seem so much more interesting.
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