"Yes of course." he made a ripping motion , once more opening up a
rift then stepped through. He was back at the alley Lady Salvation
had killled that angel in. He looked around wondering if they had
already regenerated , then turned around to continue walking //What
would you like to see.?"
His horns and tail were gone by now
"How can you even say these kinds of words so casually?" He
bemoaned, the flirtatious nature of the message not only confirmed
but also slightly provocative. To him it was like an invitation to
stare more at those gorgeous wings and while it was true, it was
also mortifying embarrassing to be caught. "Just... Give me a
moment mon dieu tu es mauvais pour mon pauvre coeur."
Peeking through his fingers, he finally sighed and held out the
others phone to give it back to him. "I suppose if you really want
to, I can give you some more." He relented, with a wry smile.
Although he didn't fully trust Hawk yet, old habits died hard after
all, he felt more at ease around the other, trusting him enough to
give small glimpses into the wide network of information he
possessed
"Yes, well ah, I'm glad." He coughed, the embarrassed flush now
making a permanent home on his face with the amount of flirting the
other was throwing at him. There was an unspoken, 'me too' as he
pulled his personal seat out to sit beside Hawk, a light stack of
paper on his lap. "As for paperwork, I suppose I'll give this? It's
a record of our more mundane intelligence. Would you help parse
through it and see if there are any irregularities?" He requested,
worrying his lips slightly. It was a risky move but he supposed
that it was safe and inconsequential enough to hand over
He sprouted a beutiful black tail, shimmering like obsidian as it
slid under the papers to lift them “hmm” he murmured, flicking
through them and reading the, extreme,y fast “every document of a
demon spy is incorrect. There’s a corrupt spy hunter” he said,
looking at him
Heading towards the tree, he eyed it, allowing Blitzkrieg to have a
good look at it. He didnt mind showing a friend around, he enjoyed
having someone to communicate with. It would have gotten boring...
well if he were all alone. He shrugged softly "What happened with
the tree" he asked
“She cursed it” he said, a hiss under his voice “the roots are
sending deadly toxins into the ground. Soon, all water will be
poisonous and everyone will suffer final death” he said
His mouth went dry at the sight of a matching tail, the elegant
limb easily used to do mundane tasks, but it became drier at the
sudden news. "A corrupt spy hunter..." There was a shake of his
head as he quickly rose up to root around the cluttered office
before coming back with a roster of who were spy hunters. "That's
not possible, we ran checks on each agent beforehand... but even so
one could have fallen after the check... but still that's
preposterous it's not... possible." The frantic musings continued
as he laid out the brief overviews of each agent
“Him” he said, placing a finger over the head spy hunter “his name
is insidious. His code name is elegance. He is the head of the army
in hell” he said, flicking his tail “he’s a great threat, his magic
is blood bending”
There was a sharp intake of breath at the news, his face coming
pale. Really, with all the blood rushing around his body, it would
be a hazard to anyone else but he had already died once so it was
fine. Probably. "That doesn't sound good." He agreed weakly,
sitting back down. His brain was working overtime in an attempt to
formulate a way to report this finding. He would report it, that
wasn't a question, but how would he go about it? He couldn't just
say that he got the information from a devil, that would put Hawk
at risk, but how would he report this in a way that kept both the
relevant information while protecting both of them?
Gate's condescending eyes pushed her annoying spy out the way and
escorted her down the streets of Heaven, not even looking back. She
walked all the way to the Gates of Heaven and almost jumped off in
anger. A spy of her decides to waste her precious time and now she
was almost just about to scream curses at the next idiot.
Lovely day she thought, her thoughts stormed by anger and
wrath by useless and petty people. Her frown only worsened as she
walked more and more through the streets, without objective nor
idea of an objective.
I may seem like a bunch of useless text, but I LIVE HERE and I
don't welcome visitors >:(
“I don’t recommend reporting him” he said “he can just control your
body and slam your jaw shut, then have you kill yourself for a
final death,” he said “just lay low, and obey him. Just try to free
the angels he wrongfully causes”
The clouds below everyone’s feet were noticeably darker, like storm
clouds just beginning to brew. Small cracks of purple energy had
split along the ground in certain places, and they emanated a sort
of... deadly aura
It frustrated him how little power he actually had, despite his
knowledge. He genuinely couldn't do anything in this situation,
could he. "Well if clearing angels of their false accusations is
all we can do for now, I suppose that's what we'll have to settle
for." He reluctantly agreed, nodding. A part of him found it kind
of cute how Hawks was willing to warn him and protect him against
his potential second death, a small warmth amongst the harsh
reality as he pulled out the list of angels convicted as spies.
“Listen, I have an offer for you” he said, as a twirling and
twisting flame appeared in his hand “k will give you half of my
soul, so if you die, that Half dies for you, and you aren’t hurt.
All I ask in exchange is that you don’t report me as a demon”
Tipping his head curiously, surprise evident in his face, Raphael
soon smiled and gently held the hand with the flame, letting it
sputter out. "You don't need to offer me your soul for my silence."
He shook his head, a light laugh bubbling up. "I'm not that
cold-hearted to turn in someone who has helped me so much. But if
it's security you need, I'll be glad to burn the relevant paperwork
I have that is needed to report demons."
He closed his hand around his “Well, I’d really like to protect
you” he murmured “because I like you, and your wings” he
murmured”they’re very nice, light blue hue” he said
His wings? No one had really told him he had pretty wings, the
height of angelic beauty being pure white wings. His, by
comparison, were plain and unworthy of any note. "P-please don't
say things you don't mean." He ended up mumbling, hiding his face
into the flared collar of his jacket. "But the sentiment goes both
ways... I want to protect you too... not that there's much I can do
anyways..."