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Hana continued to eat when a small, annoyed voice began to speak. She looked up to see Zoey leaning on the table, looking uncomfortable. ⌈I'm still confused by the whole 'we are humans and fallen angels at the same time' thing. Is it any easier with some sort of guiding voice?⌋

Hana smiled softly and opened her mouth to explain. ⌈Well --⌋

The child shook her head, ⌈Probably not. Or actually... in your case, Xathanael, is it any easier being a guiding voice in someone's head?... mmm... is that a stupid question?⌋ Zoey took a bite of her food and spoke with a mouthful of lettuce, ⌈My dad says he doesn't have a guiding voice and is convinced people who do are crazy but you two don't seem crazy to me.⌋ She chewed up the lettuce, swallowed, and continued, ⌈Have you two ever noticed all the ants on the floor in Math? It's like, there's so many, how do they get there I just want to gather them all into a pile and squish-⌋

Zoey seemed to catch on at that moment that she was starting to ramble and not allowing for anyone to reply. Hana smiled again and pat the girl on her arm. ⌈Zoey, dear, please feel free to call me Hana. It's a name I have gone by for a very, very long time. Nuriel, Ellie's angel, knows that from our last encounter.⌋ She chuckled lightly to herself before continuing, ⌈I can't speak for everyone else, as I am new to sharing bodies, but I don't find it all that unpleasant. Molly is only the second human host that I have had. For a long time, I was considered a Watcher, and was born every cycle with my memories in a body that didn't have a soul. The child would have otherwise been a miscarriage if I hadn't been in it. I looked after someone that many people considered crazy. Hearing voices in this age is not a good thing for most, but with us, it is both a blessing and a burden. We give the humans gifts that they otherwise would not have, but we angels have our own agendas that typically vary from the human's, which can cause conflict. Also, if we remain in control of our human's body for too long, then they will burn up and die. Which is very difficult for me with Molly, as she doesn't ever seem to want anything to do with actually existing. The last thing I want to do is kill her, but if I don't take control then they only time anyone would ever see her is if they peeked in on her sleeping in her bed.⌋

Hana sighed and pushed the tray of food away. ⌈I hope that wasn't too hard to follow,⌋ she told the child.

I did read it.

What can I do for you? I voted Mish for the same reason you voted Tales, to see what sort of reaction it would create. We have a much smaller group, so I would like to hear from everyone rather than just jumping on the same person as the rest of the people that have said something.

## Vote: Mish

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The school housed hundreds of thousands of books, though very few held any sort of information about the secret world in which the residents of the school lived. Most accurately documented texts were wrote within this lifetime and the ones that weren't, had nearly all been destroyed centuries ago. Everyone had to contribute what knowledge they possessed to fill a small bookcase in the library on angel and Nephilim history. Even with every resource they had, it still seemed so incomplete. There was so much information that they did not have -- so many books with empty pages.

Cal slammed her fist down on the table in frustration as she flipped another book shut. The wooden surface cracked where her fist made contact and she sighed. She ran her pointer finger over the fissure and the wood began to piece itself back together. The library was almost always empty at lunch time, save for her, and brief moments of frustration such as these always went unnoticed. There wasn't enough information. They needed more.

She stared down at the smokey mirror beside the stack of books and shook her head. She still couldn't see anything in the glass lens. What she was looking for was well hidden and even her magic wasn't strong enough to show it to her. There was only one thing she could think of that would be strong enough to show her what she sought, but it was out of the question. They had all agreed to never go back there, not that they would ever want to, but it was the only place with a strong enough looking glass.

Maybe if I just go quickly. In and out in under five minutes.

Cal rose to her feet and slid the chair out of her way. She stepped around the table and a dark cyclone of Mist swirled before her. Her heart hammered in her chest as she took a step forward. She hadn't gone there in a very, very long time. The Mist wrapped around her leg when a throat cleared. Cal froze, turning slowly in the direction of the noise.

"Where might you be off to, Puppet?" The Mist dissipated by the hand of the Headmistress. "You see, there have been some rumors running a muck as of late that your efforts in finding your twin have gone to the more extreme side. I have assured the rest of the faculty that that is not the case. That is not the case, correct?"

Cal unfroze and shook her head. "Of course not. I would never do anything that puts the students or any of the other residents of the school in danger." she replied calmly.

"Good. Lord knows what would happen if someone else saw you open that portal. The four of you were filled with a darkness before your birth that none can understand. Only three of you managed to overcome that darkness, but it is something you will struggle with for the rest of your existence. Do not let it consume you over something as pointless as this. Your sister made a choice many years ago. Her existence has all but faded away. If something comes up you will be notified, until then, leave it be, Professor Grey."

She watched the Angel of Destruction turn and head for the door. Cal was left stunned and collapsed into her chair. She wasn't being consumed. She just wanted to fix things. They were living a good life -- a safe life. Everyone should be together. There had to be something she could do.

Interest Checks belong in the OOC Lounge, not the Discussion area. This is where we talk about roleplaying in general.

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You guys should just make a thread for all of your pokemon shit, where you can post all your news, updates, trades, and battle requests...

No one else should vote for Tales. We don't want to get him lynched before we are able to even receive any information from him. There is a strong wagon on him already for a group this small and any more votes would be beneficial to only the Mafia.

I had to go back and look at the OP after that because I thought this was the one Makaze was co-modding, not Midny. Hurk.

Also it's probably better that he is the confirmed townie role this time. It will [[ hopefully ]] make things a lot less crazy involving him.

Most ovens have a 'clean' mode on the dial mixed in with the bake and broil. As Laurence said, you still gotta get in there and scrape it out, preferably with an oven cleaning spray, but the oven does most of the work for you.

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Xathanael had barely started eating when she heard the faint pitter - patter of small feet approaching her. She lifted her gaze from the plate of lasagna to see the new Nephilim child, Zoey North, standing at the other end of the round table. The angel smiled up at her kindly. Having this many Nephilim in existence still seemed like a bad idea, but she had grown since they were all first born and would no longer voice those thoughts. What they built was good and it was to protect the Nephilim from angels and demons that had similar, but more extreme, thoughts as her own.

⌈Hey~⌋ Zoey greeted in a distracted tone. She looked across the room at what Xathanael could only assume was the child's father. From what she had observed, he didn't seem too fond of the month - old Nephilim child. The little blonde girl redirected her gaze from across the room to the tray of food in front of her, and then back to Molly's form as she began to seat herself.

⌈Hello, Zoey.⌋ the fallen angel greeted between bites of lasagna.

⌈O-oh shoot I'm sorry, I... can I sit...?⌋ Zoey looked back over at her father and then rose to her feet again, holding her tray. She turned around, took a deep breath, and for whatever reason tried to redo the scene, ⌈Hi Molly, can I sit here?⌋

Xathanael chuckled softly to herself as she nodded at the child. ⌈By all means, please take a seat.⌋ She returned to eating Molly's lunch for her and prodded at the other soul in an attempt to wake her up. At this rate, the young Irish girl wasn't going to last much longer.

She was well in her own thoughts when another came to a stop at the table. Xathanael hadn't really heard the other voice until her own name was addressed. ⌈Hey there Xath, having your hands full with Molly again?⌋

Hana looked up to see the young fire user angel standing beside Zoey. She smiled up at her with a nod. ⌈Mm, you could say that. Hello Ellie, Nuriel. Feel free to join us.⌋ She motioned to the empty seats at the table and returned to her food once more.

No.

To be fair, most of these were just copy / pastes from a previous thread.

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DIIIING, DOOOONG. DIIIING, DOOONG.

The sound of the lunch bell chimed and students rose from their seats to leave the classroom. Chatter filled the air as everyone excitedly prepared for the Harvest Dance. The school parties were one of the best things about being here. All the students and even most of the faculty seemed to become more energetic whenever a party grew near. However, there was one that never seemed to take notice of such events until they were well underway.

Molly. Molly wake up. You're going to miss lunch again if you do not get out of your seat.

The small slumped body resting on the desk slowly began to stir. ⌈Hmm?⌋ the small voice murmured. The young girl sat up with a yawn and stretched her arms high above her head. She opened her eyes slowly and blinked a few times. ⌈Oh,⌋ she started, upon noticing the empty classroom, ⌈everyone is gone.⌋ The girl slowly rose to her feet and pushed back the chair. ⌈Lunch time already?⌋ the small Irish girl inquired to no one.

Yes, so you best get a move on. You already missed all of Literature and Math. If you keep this up, you'll never learn anything.

Molly yawned as she began her travels down the hall. ⌈Ye keep sayin' that, and yet you take all the notes for me Xathaneal, especially in Math. Ye like watchin' your son teach and I like sleep.⌋

There was a long sigh within Molly's head as she turned a corner. I just don't understand how you are so lethargic. I've only ever met one other person that is as utterly lethargic as you and even he knew when to motivate when needed. You just continue to sleep, forcing me to take control.

Molly's small hand patted her mouth to stifle yet another yawn. ⌈Hobknocks,⌋ she retorted, ⌈we both know you like being in control. It's easier on both of us. I get to sleep and ye getta talk to the others. Speakin' of which --⌋ her small body began it's downward descent to the tile floor as Molly forced Xathaneal out so she could return to resting.

The angel managed to catch her balance before the tiny human girl was injured and she shook her head. ⌈Honestly, I don't understand that child one bit. She has zero motivation for anything that is not sleep.⌋ With a heavy sigh and a shake of the head, Xathanael began walking the rest of the way to the dining hall for lunch. With as much time as she spent occupying Molly's body, it was a wonder that the girl didn't burn up from overexposure. The more Molly slept, the more Xathanael was forced to operate the child's body; the more she was in control, the weaker and more sleepy she became. It was an unfortunate cycle. ⌈I suppose all I can do for now is get her adequate sustenance.⌋ the angel said to herself.

Xathanael approached the large double doors to the dining hall and the echoes of voices reached her ears. She pulled the doors opened and smiled at the other members of the school as she made her way to the buffet line. The cooking staff always did a wonderful job at preparing every meal. Everything was properly balanced to replenish the abundance of calories lost by both the Nephilim and the angels within the school. Eating at every meal was of the utmost importance. Angels and Nephilim -- especially the young ones -- would lose stamina rapidly without being properly nourished to supply the demanding amount of energy consumed to use the powers blessed upon them. The buffet did also contain desserts and other treats for everyone, so long as their plates weren't primarily made up of such things.

She scooped a large square of lasagna onto the plate with a garden salad and a carton of milk, and made her way through the rows of tables to a small one in the corner. Xathanael always wanted to spend the entirety of her time in control with her son, but she got the feeling he was quite often embarrassed being treated like a child, by a child. She tried to distance herself at this young age and sit with the others that were more age appropriate to help Molly make friends, but that was difficult when the girl was never awake to participate in conversation. She sighed and had decided that an empty table would do fine for today. Molly would be seated with children her own age next time, whenever that was.

I don't agree with the crossover idea, but those keyblades look pretty pretty cool. NGL

Main thread is posted. Here

26 miles to Madison and my back is killing me. This car is packed so tight.

craziness

Your VMs are disabled and I was too lazy to send you a PM, so there was that stopping me eariler.