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⎡WEARING ✑ DAY⁝ 79 2/4 ✑ WRITING⎤
⎣LOCATION⁝ Church ❮Rio de Janiero, Brazil❯⎦​

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Kai looked back at the others that were still a ways away from the church. Hana had instructed them to stay back when she approached. She had said to was to buy them time and help distract so that they could get all the new recruits into the building safely, but the angel looked pretty angry. He had a good feeling it was about more than causing a distraction. It was up to him, Logan, Sal, and Vincent to get the others to the sanctuary; find their weapons, and find someone to catch them up. He wasn't really a fan of the idea considering there were demons everywhere and he had never even held his wand before. Every time he thought of taking it out of the box, it terrified him more. Kai clutched his backpack close to his body and looked over to Sal. He had pretty much taken charge of the recruiting. Kai felt remotely more confident that he was with them.

He cleared his throat, which was pretty pointless since sound never came from his throat. He grimaced and pointed to the backside of the church. They would probably have better luck going in through the abbey and taking the tunnel to the sanctuary than actually heading for the doors that everyone was standing in front of. We should probably go that way.

‷ Whoa! ‴

Kai turned to look at the little Asian girl they had just picked up before heading back to Brazil.

‷ How did you do that? You didn't open your mouth or anything and it was like the sound was in my head. ‴ Her green eyes were wide as they studied him.

He shook his head and rolled his eyes before turning back to face the church. Kai wasn't in the mood to explain his weird communication thing right now. He'd rather not get killed. That was kind of at the front of his thoughts. He started walking, sticking towards the front -- though he would be of little help if they were attacked.

Vincent came up to the girl and placed his hand on her shoulder. ‷ Considering the circumstances, right now isn't the time to be questioning things. Let's just follow him, alright? ‴ He put on a smile and led her towards the doors of the church.​

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"You're half right." Soren admitted, "I still want to make them pay for everything that's happened. But..." he paused, "They push. I want to push back harder. They take away our own. I try to run after them. I guess...it'd probably end with everyone dead and you being alone. I'm sorry. That's not what I want to happen."

Cal shook her head. Her hands dropped from his arms and she looked away.

"Fine... Do you know what I want?"

"No," she muttered mostly to herself.

Soren paused for a good while. "I want to stay with you. I want--well, I can't think of any words that describe what I want right now." Soren frowned. Cal looked back at him as he tried to come up with the right thing to say. He didn't know how to talk at all. He was hopeless that way. Having given up on words, he leaned in closer to her, clearly aiming for a kiss instead.

Cal broke free of his grip and put her hands up to his chest to stop him. "Soren don't." she declared miserably. As much as she may like to kiss him, she just really wasn't feeling it right now. Kissing anyone was the last thing on her mind. "Not right now. There's something I need to do. So you should go do what you feel you need to do as well, not what you think is expected of you; but what you feel you need to do." She turned away from him and walked further down the hall.​

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☙ WEARING ✖ OOC ✖ $1 MILLION ❧​

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Sophia moved effortlessly through the town towards the City Hall. She had decided to continue living in the hotel for the time being. The notion that she was now a millionaire was still a lot to process and her breezy lifestyle didn't require nearly that much funding. She had been taking the time to decide what to do with the money. They would most likely be required to spend a good chunk of it during this game or whatever it was, but after that, then what? Perhaps she would donate most of it. She lived a modest life and was willing to keep it that way. All those poor animals and homeless people needed it more than her. This could really get them a new start. Thinking about it brought a smile to her peach lips.

The sun was bright and her green eyes were squinted, lashes filtering the light in. Perhaps her first investment would be a good pair of sunglasses. That seemed reasonable enough. She didn't need to arrive quite yet, but Sophia was still uncertain as to how many people were actually going to be playing this game. How many random strangers would a billionaire offer one million dollars too? She wanted to get a good spot in front so that she could see and hear well. Sophia never liked getting stuck in the back of a crowd due to her height. It made things difficult and she usually had to ask someone what was going on. This way, she could find a prime spot and spend some time looking around the City Hall.

It was such a beautiful day out that she wondered if the meeting would be in a room inside, or on the steps outside the building. As she approached, the square seemed rather empty for now. She took a seat on a bench and pulled out her phone. This town was something else. It had to cost the man a fortune to buy up an entire city for this specific reason. He must have owned every shop and house in town. Who was this person? Her mother always told her not to except money from strangers, but it didn't seem like she had much of a choice in this case. The funds were just there.

Sophia snapped a picture of a flower garden on her phone and whistled at some of the birds on the ground. This was her favorite thing, just soaking up the gloriousness that the world gave her. This money could be a very good thing. It would fund her future philanthropic lifestyle. She would need to figure out some way to supplement it, but overall, most would go to donations. She wanted to better the world in any way that she could.

Her back leaned against the bench and she shut her eyes with a content smile on her lips. The phone was clutched between her fingers and she rested her hands in her lap. It really was a nice day.​

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⌠OOC ✖ KILLS ✖ MOOD⌡​

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⎨OOC ☆ KILLS ☆ MOOD⎬​

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⌠OOC ✖ KILLS ✖ MOOD⌡​

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Acceptamundo! Will add to OP when I get home.

Edit: Added to OP.

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"Using children as your tools, Lu? Just when I thought you couldn't sink any lower. It's about time you died, Lu." Henrik tightened his grip on his weapon and she just rolled her eyes.

"Oh you know me, I like to utilize every asset. Plus, little Caius here isn't just a Nephilim. He's truly something special." She rested her other hand on his shoulder and gave him a firm squeeze. She smiled at the other Fallen, not even bothering to try and defend herself. Sure, Henrik wanted her dead and Ariel clearly had killer intent written all over his face as well; but they were nothing to worry about. Her golden eye caught the sight of another figure joining the crowd looking angrier than ever. Lu's grin turned salacious as Sam came to a stop.

Bright crimson flames engulfed his torso as he took heavy-footed steps towards them. "What are you all doing out here?" He spoke with a quiet fury. His head turned to look at Mali and it dawned on her instantly. "Actually, the better question is: What are you doing with the kid?"

"Well now, isn't this quite the twist. I guess that answers the question as to whom the child belongs to. I never would have thought you had it in you Abaddon." She gave Sam a wink and looked around past everyone else. "Huh... Is Xathanael still gone then? Too bad. I would have liked to see the look on her face as I whisked away her first born."

There was a pull at her back and she became frozen in place. Lu's eyes widened, but she did not show surprise. "I wouldn't want to disappoint you Temeluchas. As for my son, it might be in your best interest to have that abomination hand him back over to his father."

"Funny how you do not refer to your own Nephilim child as such, abomination." Just because Xathanael was using her pathetic shadow manipulation, didn't mean she was out of tricks. She couldn't see the woman behind her, but that was probably for the best.

"Well unlike Reuben, that girl reeks of your powers and the boy is radiating demonic energy. I don't know what you've done to them, but it's nothing that makes them any less of an abomination."​

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Cal was stopped by the presence of Soren. He came running after her. It was sweet and annoying at the same time. "What do you want me to do then?" he asked her abruptly, "Not bring them back? Just say the word and I won't leave you, but Caius and Mali are in trouble." Soren stepped in front of Cal and held her arms. "I don't want you getting hurt if something happens to them. I also don't want you hating me if I didn't do something about it when I could..." He stared at her and stepped closer. Cal leaned back away from his piercing gaze. "I'm not abandoning you." It felt like that. It felt like everyone was abandoning them. Plus, how many times did she have to tell them that it wasn't his responsibility to take of all of them? "Would you rather just leave? You. Anna. Me. I can't be everywhere at once. I don't know what's going to happen to Caius or Mali but I can stay with you and Anna. I don't want to leave you."

She lifted her hands and locked them around his wrists that were holding her arms. Cal shook her head back and forth and attempted to back away. "No Soren. I don't want you to do anything. You aren't responsible for us, any of us. I want you to do what's best for you. It isn't your duty to protect us all. You shouldn't have to go running off on your own in an attempt to protect Caius and Mali, neither should you have to run away with Anna and I. We're all capable of taking care of ourselves, even if you don't believe it. So, just do whatever. You know that deep down, all you want to do is go out there and fight them. It's not all about Caius and Mali. They made their choices. You're just using them as an excuse for yours."​

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[/url]Ahranna made her way down the halls until she reached the door labeled Azazel. She had made this trip several times now, but this was a different case. Today was the day. She needed to get Joslyn ready for it. It would help if she had Adam to assist her, but he didn't seem so keen on the invitation -- lamecakes. Ahranna licked her lips and knocked on the door. "Joslyn, it's Ahranna. Will you please open the door?" There was a lot of work to do and not a lot of time to do it. Pretty soon, Lucifer wouldn't even need Leviathan's help.

Hesitantly, she cracked the door open and looked through. "Wha-," The girl winced in pain. "What is it?"

She put on a smile for the fragile girl and held up a bag. "Will you let me in? It's time to get ready and no offense, but you look dreadful."

"Oh. R-Right..." Sluggishly, she let the door swing open. The teen rubbed her eyes slightly as she slowly walked towards the bed.

Ahranna pulled a seat up in front of the bed and smiled as she dumped out the contents of the bag. "You don't have to worry about a thing. I'll get you all good to go so just sit right there and I'll sit here and we'll make sure you look perfect." She picked up a soft - bristled hairbrush and leaned over Joslyn as she began to run it through the long white locks. "Your hair is so long and white and pretty. You're lucky."

"Th-Thank you..." The teen answered through hiccupping breaths, tears streaming down her pale cheeks.

Ahranna set the brush down and picked up some tissues, holding them out for the other girl. "Joslyn please don't cry. It's not so bad. Besides, you'll get your eyes all red and puffy and I won't be able to get the makeup right." She took a seat on the bed next to the fallen angel. Her arm wrapped around the other girl and she stroked Joslyn's head with her free hand. "You know this is a good thing for Azazel, right? Your angel will be able to return to her full form and it's all because of you." Ahranna was doing what she could to cheer her up, but she never really had to comfort anyone before.

The hiccupping started to subside as the technicolor-haired girl comforted her. She grabbed the tissues and dabbed at her eyes with them. "I-I appreciate you trying to comfort me, b-but it's not helping things," she sniffled.

She grimaced and got to her feet. I'm sorry. I'm no good at these things, but I am good at beauty and if I can't make you feel better, I can at least make you look better." Ahranna gave her a chipper grin and picked the brush back up. Joslyn's hair had gotten pretty snarly. Ahranna couldn't help but wonder when the last time the girl got out of bed was.​

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Cal sat at the edge of her bed fully dressed and quietly listening to the conversation between Soren and Anna. Her mind was blank as she rolled the box between her hands over and over again. She hadn't brought herself to open it. Cal recognized the handwriting as Caius's immediately after finding it yesterday. She felt empty inside. Mali had left. Caius had left. It was just the three of them now. What was to stop Soren from going too? He liked picking fights with everything and everyone. If he left then he could fight til he died. It seemed like that was all he really cared about anyway.

"Cal. I need to go after the others."

She lifted her head to see him standing in front of her. Cal dropped the box on the floor as she got to her feet. Her hands pressed against Soren's chest and she pushed him away. "Whatever. Just go then." she spat, "Everyone else seems to want to leave anyway." Cal brushed past him without so much as a second glance before exiting the room.​

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⦇ WEARING ✖ OOC ✖ $1 MILLION ⦈​

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Something wrapped around her hair and Mali was tugged to a stop. "Now just where do you think you're going?" She heard the annoying voice before she saw the face.

"Ooouuuch," she whined, "Didn't anyone ever tell you it's rude to pull hair?" Mali turned to face the man with a scowl on her face. He didn't even bother to grab her with his own hands; he used mist. "You're a grown man, you should know these things," she chided him. Mali held the child closer to her body and glared daggers at the guy. Her glaring was only interrupted by the sounds of footsteps. She looked past his shoulder to see Grandpa tailing after them. "Just great," she muttered.

"Be gentle. Nephilim or not she's still a child."

God! Would he just stop? Grandpa went onto thanking the rude guy that pulled her hair. Apparently he cured. Lame. "Looks like you're not gonna die now, at least not yet. Too bad. It probably would have been less painful." There was a weird blur and then the grip on her hair disappeared. Mali scrunched up her face in confusion and looked to see a familiar figure standing by her. "Caius? What are you doing here?" That was stupid. She didn't need Caius's help. Tch. It made her look helpless which she was not.

She felt a small breeze against her back. When the ever to familiar female voice sounded from behind her, she stuck out her tongue at the two men. "Nice to see you again Maalik, Henrik." A hand rested on her should and she recognized the grip instantly. Mali glanced over her shoulder to see Lu towering above her.

"What is Caius doing here?" she demanded to know.

"He's just here to help, like you." Lu told her flatly.

Mali glowered at him and looked back up at Lu. "I found the source," she announced proudly, lifting the small child higher.

"And who's Nephilim child is this?" There was an unfamiliar tone to Lu's voice -- delight, annoyance, power?

A bright light flashes and someone else was standing in front of them, someone Mali was not looking forward to seeing again. "I do believe that is none of your business Temeluchas. Mali," he said her name with a sharp edge to it, "hand over Reuben." She puffed up her cheeks in defiance. He grabbed her face between two fingers, golden eyes meeting black ones. "You were cuter before."

"Ariel, good to see you alive and kicking," Lu addressed him sarcastically.

"No thanks to you, that's for sure."

"And where's your little Hay Sun? Shouldn't you be busy at Uriel's si -- oh that's right. How unfortunate a death. That girl was doing so well too."

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DAY 79​

Tuesday, December 10, 2013​

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Mali was done playing around. She was all healed up now thanks to her super awesome rapid healing Nephilim powers. These fools didn't tie her up and that was their mistake. If they honestly thought she would just sit still while being a good little girl, they were wrong. They should have tied her up or something if they had planned to keep her here alive. Idiots.

She stretched and pressed her index finger to the wall drawing a door, just as she did to Grandpa's rock cage. The outline glowed and she pushed her hand flat against it. Debris kicked up into the air as sheet rock separated, but she was easily able to pass through. Once it was shut again, the outline disappeared and the wall returned to normal. Looks like they won't be stopping her any time soon. She did it again. And again. Mali could feel herself growing closer to the outside and was getting impatient, right up until she passed through to another room with a small child asleep on the bed.

No way! Mali approached with caution until she was hovering over the boy. This was definitely where that energy was coming from. Her lips parted into a wide, smug grin. Those suckers. They just left him unguarded. That was another serious mistake on their part. She didn't understand how these incompetent fools managed to get this far alive. Mali scooped up the boy into her arms and held his head close to her chest. He had begun to stir, but stopped abruptly at such a comforting touch. She made the door one more time and morning light greeted her. She smiled brightly in the sunlight and walked with confidence and determination in the direction of where she usually met Lu and Azrael.​

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✖ Name: Carlie Lang
✖Age: 16
✖ Appearance: ✖
✖ Special Skill: Cosmetology ✖ Flexibility [ Cheerleading ]
✖ Biggest Fear: Abandonment
✖Personality: Bubbly ✖ Ditzy ✖ Sweet ✖ Ignorant ✖ Clingy
✖ Group: ✖
✖ Kills: ✖

✖ Name: Dominic Tule
✖Age: 18
✖ Appearance: ✖
✖ Special Skill: Breaking Stuff ✖ Fighting
✖ Biggest Fear: Seeing his dad again
✖Personality: Haughty ✖ Crass ✖ Hot Tempered ✖ Detached
✖ Group: ✖
✖ Kills: ✖

✖ Name: Liberty [ Libby ] Grey
✖Age: 17
✖ Appearance: ✖
✖ Special Skill: Memorization
✖ Biggest Fear: Rejection
✖Personality: Know - It - All ✖ Judgey ✖ Superiority Complex ✖ Quiet
✖ Group: ✖
✖ Kills: ✖

✖ Name: Matthew Grey
✖Age: 18
✖ Appearance: ✖
✖ Special Skill: Running ✖ Basketball
✖ Biggest Fear: Losing his sister
✖Personality: Lazy ✖ Fatigued ✖ Gamer ✖ Loner ✖ Protective
✖ Group: ✖
✖ Kills: ✖

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Min had been thoroughly shocked and embarrassed to the core about what these people did to extract her from her classroom. After the insane outburst by Lǎoshī, the one that Min had bumped into two days ago approached her like the cool bishonen protagonist of a Japanese anime. "Yo," he greeted her and with everything else going on, she wasn't sure whether to take it seriously.

Min gathered her things and followed them out of the classroom without a word to anyone else. Once the door was shut, she took a step back and looked at them sternly. "Are you serious? You can't just come barging into my class and knocking doors open, or shouting like a lunatic. You'll be lucky if they don't call the police! I was already intending to leave after school today. I needed to go to classes so that they would know I would be on vacation for awhile. I spent hours last night talking to my mother and trying to convince her this was a good idea and in seconds you completely undue everything! The both of you should be ashamed of yourself." Min angrily stormed away from them and towards the lockers. She needed to grab her stuff before she could leave the building. It was a bit chilly outside and she definitely wanted her jacket.

"If you could have waited until school ended, I would have gone to find you with my suitcase in hand and said I was ready to leave. Now the school is probably going to think I've been kidnapped or something and my mom is going to have reasons to panic." she grumbled while pulling on her jacket. Min slammed the door shut, leaving a dent in the metal, and turned to face them with clear annoyance. "Let's just go."

Edit: Translator Note: Lǎoshī means 'teacher,' but "Laoshi" may sometimes be used as a polite reference to a more highly-educated person, who may not necessarily be a teacher.