Requiem leaned, his back agains the wall of he heaven expressway’s
entrance. He looked at all the angels, frowning that he had to be
here. At least no one noticed he had grey wings instead of white or
light blue. He sighed, and looked to the sky “oh dear rufus the
good boy, shine your light upon me so I may find the one who can
give me all the information I need, so when I storm heaven, I my
see you again” he said, closing his eyes as a single red tear
trickled down his pale face
Gate was seated at a fountain, her finger tapping vigorously, what
had she been missing? She was a part of the war against the demons,
what could she have possibly missed? She was truly puzzled about
the circumstances of the demon's warfare. She had seen almost 40
spies around and, with the help of her peers, took them down. Is
there even a strategy for their war? Do they enjoy taking pieces
with their king instead of using the queen? Gate kept her pace with
the tapping, only stopping if she had an idea. She never had an
idea, nor had she thought about anything she and her team could
possibly do to counter. How do you counter something that could be
anyone?
Wait.
Gate thought to herself, a small idea bred into her mind to only
escape outside her understanding. She snapped her fingers, cursed
underneath her breath, and kept her train of thought.
I may seem like a bunch of useless text, but I LIVE HERE and I
don't welcome visitors >:(
Corin sat on one of the cloud like benches of heaven, carefully
picking one of the clouds apart, forming small petals out of each
chunk he picked some cloud out of and putting them together to form
beautiful cecilia flower. Then he eyed the petals, once more going
for a new petal to create. he didnt know what he would do without
his skills, how else would he spend his time? His body was to frail
to aid in war so he had stayed back. it was a little lonely but he
had gotten used to it.
He looked across the entire garden, and the park. A bit too...
colorful, for his taste, he thought, as fire and darkness invaded
his mind. He looked to his right, and a beautiful angel was making
flowers in his hands ‘hmm... angels have flower magic? Why and
how did they teach themselves that?’ he thought to himself,
tucking in his wings and making his way to the odd one
The halls of heaven's offices were empty and quiet, nary a soul
wandering the bleach white corridors. Only the muted shuffle of
papers could be heard as Raphael was in his customary seat behind
his paper heavy desk, a cup of tea sitting beside him. While
working in the intelligence department was tedious work, especially
during wartime, Raphael had no qualms pouring over the stacks of
information he was provided with, combing through them carefully.
It had been a few days since he had even left his small office,
garnering worried glances from the others working in the same
department as him. Looks that he staunchly ignored in favour of
going over yet another new piece of information
“Hey Ralphy” a particularly heavyset angel said, leaning on the
desk “been a while since you went back to mommy’s house hasn’t it?
Whatcha working on, how many duckies fit in the fountain?” He
grinned, clearly pleased with bullying the other angel
His cloud flower fell appart, a short frown appeared on his face as
he could only save a few of the petals that were floating back to
the ground. His Wings were carefully folded, he didnt take up much
space at all. He started to reshape some of the flowers he had
tried to make, not at all achieving the shape they had before, yet
they looked a little simmilar. He liked that small hobby he had
made for himself
"Logically speaking, around 24 ducks could inhabit the fountain
pressed wing to wing though I wouldn't presume it to be a
comfortable experience for the poor ducks." Raphael answered with a
light laugh, eyes flickering up from the paper to regard the angel
before him. Placing the document off to the side, he smiled and
tipped his head letting the earlier statement slide off his back
easily. It had indeed been a long time since he had returned home,
though with the work growing Raphael didn't feel particularly
inclined to either. "Though I don't suppose that you are here to
discuss the physics of fountains and avians. How may I help you?"
“I feel like snooping around hell to find out information, so I’m
gonna make you do my work for me! For free, because we’re pals”
ragnor said, smiling crookedly
Requiem sat by the flower angel “hey you, what’s your name? And how
are you doing that?” He asked, raising a brow as he touched a
flower with one of his fingers
His wings fluttered a bit, he didnt expect anyone to interact with
him now so he was kinda startled by the sudden voice that came from
besides him. "O..Oh hello-.. I´m Corin.-" //He might be new
here.... I´ve never seen him around before.// he thought to
himself, keeping his flower in his hands
He lifted a wing, and picked up the flower “this is beautiful” he
said, examining it “you made this with your hands?” He said,
astounded as he rested it gently back down
"W...Well yes-- its a nice hobby and its entertaining-" he nodded a
little, folding his wings again which had fluffed up a little
because he had been startled, yet now that he had at least calmed a
little, he could get them back under control. Much to his dismay
his stutter was the next thing standing in between really keeping
up with the conversation
He twitched his pointy ears “are you okay? Are you scared, or is
the stutter natural, something that should be accepted along with
you?” He asked, gazing around at the beautiful scenery
No no... not at all. I´m just a little nervous thats all.. I rarely
get to talk to others, most of them just ignore me" He mumbled a
little, looking at the white petals in his hands and realizing that
his flower had fallen appart once more //Being Nervous ... makes
them fall apart too//
It was almost funny how Raphael perked up at the prospect of more
work. "I'll gladly take it off your hands then." He agreed easily.
It was basically a win win for the both of them. Raphael got more
work, Heaven could gain more information, and Ragnor got to have
his fun.
He sighed, and walked away, mumbling under his breath “-no fun he
just-“ were his last words before he was gone, as a file with 24
papers inside appeared on raphaels desk, each one about managing
army forces against hell
“Well, that doesn’t make sense” he said “your power is very
interesting. My power just scares people” he said, sighing “I like
your power, you create life with your bare hands, and that life is
as beautiful and pure as heaven itself”
"Well as long as I dont mess up they... do manage to live a few
days. Like any freshly picked flower would.. but they wilt away
too. meaning that I´m not at my full capability yet" He smiles
shortly, a sweet smile like most of the ones he gives. "They´ve
just been falling apart a lot recently." he again looked at the
petals in his hands
“Probably because you don’t feel the needy” he said, looking at the
flower “you need to try your hardest to get the most beautiful
flower” he said, sprouting a small seedling from his hand. The
little plant was a deep black, with red lines throughout it “this
is the best I can do” he said, as it slowly grew, sprouting four
obsidian like petals
Balling the few remaining bits of cloud in his hands , he pulled on
a few ends of them and created a rather small, white flower,
putting it besides the black flower that had already sprouted
"there.. now there are two" he smiled rather shyly
“Good job” he said, smiling at him, his candines flashing “As long
as you keep practicing, you will get better” he said, as the flower
grew more, sprouting 10 petals and growing in a vine like shape