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Post by PirateOTC on May 23, 2007 10:45:46 GMT
Damon sat restless by a big round table in the residence in the dimension One Step Beneath. It was quiet and the only thing making a noise was his fingers slowly tapping on the shiney surface of the table.
He had been called to a meeting. Though nobody was here except for him and it irritated him. A soft string of smoke slipped through his lips, which was common since he was an angel 'gifted' with the power of handling fire. The black long coat and black gloves on his hands weren't just a fashion statement, it was neccessary for him to wear because it protected the surfaces and anything else he touched. His body had a normal temperature of 200 Celcius (about 400 fahrenheit) and at times when he was irritated at something, he could remove his glove and just make a black burning mark on anything, just by touching it. But with his black clothes and gloves on you couldn't feel his burning skin.
Right now his mood hadn't dropped that much for him to take of his glove and leave a permanent mark on the table though...
Eventually he looked up towards the hallway as he got a premonition that someone was coming
Finally
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Post by Nikki on May 23, 2007 12:06:21 GMT
I sit as Damon does around a table in my tiny apartment, contemplating over a spoonful of sugar. The world is changing.
For the worse.
It's amazing, as I look out the kitchen window to the street, how people don't notice the change in the atmosphere, the foreboding that hangs over their heads every day. And then I suppose that's why they have us to look out for them.
The good angels, the Guardians. We love the humans, we do.
But sometimes it's a little hard not to be tempted by their ways.
Something's changing. . .
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Post by PirateOTC on May 23, 2007 12:17:36 GMT
"Took you long enough" Damon says a bit bitterly looking towards the hallway. No one is seen until 1 minute later.
An angel with semi-transparent body floats inside the room, eventhough footsteps are heard. She's got long and blonde hair and big white wings on her back.
"I know why you're here" he says a bit irritated, like he's replying to her eventhough she haven't said anything.
"it's coming..."
The angel is looking at him with an expression of pleading sadness. No words is heard from her, yet Damon talks to her as if they had a conversation
"And I know what you want... the answer is no"
It's been awhile since he saw The Messenger. She comes with the same message as last time though and eventhough the situation is different, Damon's answer is still the same;
"I won't join the other dimension. This is what I've been waiting for. You brought me here in vain. You came in vain"
Her expression saddens but she looks at him pleadingly one last time
"The answer is still No" Damon says sternly and he watched the angel slowly turn and float away
"yeah yeah... I'll think about it...yeah, I might regret it" he rolls his eyes slightly.
He knows something is happening to the earth, and when something big is going on, Messengers that has taken the task to mediate between the dimensions, to keep them from fighting eachothers, comes and tries to make peace. Or at least tries to make the 'darkside' join the 'brightside' as Damon bitterly put it. He refuses everytime... he doesn't want to have anything to do with the other dimension...and by the way, what would be so bad if something threathened the earth a little?
Mostly just scum that lives there anyway...bastards..
He gets up from the chair and walks through the hallway
"And don't call me for a meeting anymore, it's pointless!" he calls in the seemingly empty hallway
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Post by Devyn on May 23, 2007 13:43:34 GMT
Fallon's eyes snapped open and she sat up in her bed.
"Who's there?"
She asked, not bothering to look around, knowing she wouldn't see anything.
Balian studied her gray eyes and he didn't see the point of staying quiet since she knew he was there anyway. He smirked a little as he answered, impressed by her senses, even for a human.
"Me. Who else?"
"Why are you in my room? What time is it?"
Fallon reached out and ran her hand smoothly across the table top beside her bed to the clock where she could touch the dots of brail to find out what time it was.
"Early. But we're going out. C'mon, get up."
Balian enjoyed Fallon's company more than he could express and last night he hadn't been able to get any sleep-- something was changing, for the worse, and although he could feel it, he couldn't determine what it was yet. Now, he sat indian style, floating in the air, hovering a few feet above the bed where Fallon had been sleeping. It was easy to be an Angel around her, she couldn't see him, nor truly know what he was doing.
"Fallon, don't go back to sleep. Come on, I want to show you something."
Fallon turned her head towards his voice with a little frown.
"Wrong choice of words, Balian."
She muttered as she got out of bed and easily made her way to the dresser.
Ten paces across the room. No more. No less.
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Post by Nikki on May 24, 2007 0:39:30 GMT
I sit now disconcerted, a furrow in my brow. I've seen too much, know too many people. I'm too. . .involved, I care too much. If anything were to happen to those I've been watching over, I'd blame Damon and his cronies, then myself for the damage. Life is a very fleeting and fragile state.
I don't think I could stand to see everything we've worked for crumble at the touch of underlings like Damon. He's sick, it's like wounding an already weakened animal.
There should be no glory or satisfaction in what he's planning to do.
But that's the thing with Damon. It doesn't matter, as long as he wins.
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Post by Hannah on May 24, 2007 11:32:57 GMT
Dena walked into the hallway where Damon was walking "Hey sweety.." She greeted him with a broad, white smile. She was in a good mood today and leaned against the wall of the hallway.
Her short, red and black dress fitted perfectly around her curves and her black hair was hanging losely over her shoulders.
"You seem tense.." She stated, putting one foot against the wall behind her.
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Post by PirateOTC on May 24, 2007 11:40:07 GMT
"Mhm..." he didn't even smile at her now
"Apparently something big is going on... big enough to call me to a damn meeting with a Messenger again.."
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Post by Hannah on May 24, 2007 11:43:43 GMT
"Shh.." She told him softly, walking off the wall towards him. Dane could feel the warmth of his body when she stepped closer and stroke her hand softly against his cheek. The sensation of the heat of his body made its way through hers and her piercing dark eyes, looked at his.
"Even if it is big enough.. you have to think clear."
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Post by PirateOTC on May 24, 2007 11:51:03 GMT
He growled slightly put placed a kiss on her hand, making a red mark cause of the heat and he looked at her face
"Yeah.. I am thinking clear... I know what's going on"
he continued walking slowly
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Post by Hannah on May 24, 2007 11:53:09 GMT
Dena looked at the mark of her hand for a moment, not feeling the pain of the mark. It would dissapear soon again.
"Then what did the messenger say?" She asked Damon and followed him. Her steps were small and elegant, almost as if she was dancing instead of walking.
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