Cal went in search of Caius and wound up at the classroom. She peeked her head inside and smiled brightly at the sight of him. So this was where he ran off to. She slipped quietly into the room and shut the door behind her. No one would come bothering them if the door was locked. "Hey Caius. I was hoping to find you here." Cal moved across the room and took a seat beside the boy. They were all growing up so quickly. It was still a little strange not seeing him as the ram horned - toddler that curled up in her lap. "What have you been doing since we got back? I feel like we haven't seen much of each other." She smiled sadly and rested her head on his shoulder. This felt nice. It had been such a long time since she was last able to rest her head on anyone. They all spent so little time together these days that there wasn't much social interaction. Mali was gone. Soren was always training. Cal stuck to the Hall of Mirrors. Caius was in here and Anna usually stayed in the bedroom. She glanced over, seeing a foreign object at his side and pointed to it curiously. "What's that?"
[/url] LEON INSPECTED THE WOUND GRIMLY. HE HELD A BANDAGE OVER IT, APPLYING PRESSURE, AND GAVE HER A STERN LOOK. THEY WERE SUPPOSED TO STAY IN A GROUP FOR A REASON. LAUREN GOT LUCKY. SHE COULD HAVE BEEN ATTACKED BY A DEMON OR CAPTURED BY A DARK ANGEL. FOR RUNNING OFF WITHOUT A WORD, THIS WAS REALLY HER BEST OUTCOME. HE SCOWLED AT THE WOMAN. "YOU GOT LUCKY. THIS BITE IS PRETTY DEEP, BUT IT WON'T KILL YOU. AND CONSIDERING THOSE THINGS ARE NOT ZOMBIES. YOU WON'T TURN INTO ONE THROUGH A BITE." HE PULLED THE BANDAGE AWAY AND CRACKED HIS KNUCKLES. "YOU'RE GONNA FEEL A BIT OF WARMTH STARTING AT YOUR NECK, THEN FLOWING TO THE REST OF YOUR BODY. I'M NOT A HEALER LIKE RAPHAEL, BUT I'VE BEEN AN ANGEL LONG ENOUGH TO KNOW HOW TO TAKE CARE OF SOMETHING LIKE THIS." HIS HAND SEEMED TO START GLOWING AND HE HELD IT LESS THAN AN INCH ABOVE THE BITE MARK. GOLDEN FLAMES LAPPED AT HER SKIN AND THE WOUND BEGAN CLOSING UP. AS THE FLAME SPREAD THROUGHOUT LAUREN, HER WHOLE BODY TO BEGAN TO GLOW. HE CLEARED HIS THROAT AWKWARDLY AND SCRATCHED AT THE BACK OF HIS HEAD. "THAT SHOULD UM, THAT SHOULD GO AWAY IN ABOUT AN HOUR."
Mali sucked in a deep breath and stood tall in front of the church. She wouldn't be trapped in those damn stone bars again. That old guy had another thing coming if he thought he could trap her -- no way, no how. She was going to dominate and no one could stop her! Mist swirled at her fingertips and the appeared strong and sturdy in her right hand. It was time to teach those lame angels a lesson. Plus, she needed to figure out what that strange presence was within the walls of the church. She was unable to investigate before. Not today! Today she would destroy everyone!! She smiled proudly and pushed the front doors of the sanctuary open wide. They slammed forward, banging against the walls and she strutted her way into the sanctuary. Mali flung her arm forward, mist shooting out, and she directed her attention to the old guy. "I have returned, Grandpa! Are you ready to face me like a real man, or cower behind your pathetic barriers?" Mist - formed spikes shot up from the ground at her feet. They spired up like spears and she stood confident and proud. This was her battle. There would be no other winners!
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❖ MAP ❖ OOC ❖ WEARING ❖ ❖ DAY ⟡ 76 ⦙ 2/4 ❖ DATE ⟡ Saturday ⦙ December 07, 2013 ❖ ❖ LOCATION ⟡ ??? [Plane] ❖ INTERACTION ⟡ Dumah ❖ Hana had been quiet since they left Brazil. Sal had done the bulk of the recruiting and managed to acquire three new Fallen. That was pretty good, all things considered. She was too distracted to be of any use. The most she had bothered to do was introduce herself. Joslyn was gone -- she failed at protecting Azazel. Things were radio silent between Sam and herself. There probably wasn't much of a relationship anymore. She had to leave her son in the care of nuns, Henrik, and Brandon; all while they attempted to keep Leviathan at bay and protect the church from Hell. This was the list that she had been going over in her head for days. The only contact she even had with Samuel was sending him brief messages on the angel names to obtain wands for. That was it. Her blue eyes stared aimlessly out the window of the plane. She had been paying so little attention that she wasn't sure whether they were still looking or heading back. Sal had control of the cracked compass. She was a failure and not fit for anything. Maybe she would have been better off choosing Redemption. It wasn't like she was doing much to help here anymore. Sam wouuld have gotten over her eventually -- if he lived that long. Reuben's life wouldn't be at stake, since he wouldn't have been born. She failed to protect Azazel anyway, so little difference would have been made there. At least if she had chosen Redemption, she would have returned to the Holy City and resumed her role as a Watcher. Now, she was nothing. This was her fault. They had lost all of these people because of her. She involved them, and yet, she alone received salvation instead of damnation. How was that fair? Xathanael. She looked up to see Kai facing her with his eyes rolled back. She sighed. Your thoughts are so loud and clear that even the others can read them. Is there something I can do for you, Dumah? They had had a few silent exhcanges like this over the last day or two. The Angel of Silence spoke only to her. Hana didn't mind it as much, because it didn't actually require her to open her mouth. Kai had yet to learn how to read other's thoughts, only project his own, so their conversation remained private. Wallowing like this is doing little good for anyone. You did not tell anyone about your offer for a reason. You made a choice, like the rest of us. Now, you must live with it; just as we have done. She shook her head. Where are the Gates? You moved them, didn't you? It is not yet time. Once Kai successfully locks onto the correct memory, then it will be time. I hope he figures it out soon. As do I. For now, they are best left untouched. Everyone was dead or weakly recovering after that battle. I was easily able to move them to the Land of Mortal Birth undetected. What does that mean? Nothing. Kai slumped over in the chair and blinked groggily. He held his head in one hand and gave her a confused look. Hana turned away quickly, resuming her watch on the skies. She felt his voice ring through her head and knew it was directed at everyone. Where to next?
DAY 76Saturday, December 07, 2013 [/url]Ahranna sat down on the bed beside the sad sleeping girl. From this perspective, she really did look like an angel. She felt bad for the white - haired girl that cried herself to sleep, but there wasn't much she could do about it. This was just the way things were and fighting it would be useless. Ahranna didn't want to see Joslyn so disappointed. She wanted to be friends with her, but duty came first. The most she could after the Fallen was protection toards her friends, however, there was little she could do to protect them if they were unwilling to come here. She sighed. Ahranna brushed Joslyn's hair out of her face with the tips of her fingers. Maybe she would feel better once she tried out the dress Ahranna picked out for the ceremony. It was super pretty and it made her kind of jealous. She wanted to wear something that special. Only a could more days. Things were really getting down to there wire. Where had all the time gone? It seemed like putting Brandon and Kai in the hospital was just yesterday. Hm, maybe she should pay him a visit today.
Cal sat on the floor in the Hall of Mirrors, watching her sister over and over again. She kept replaying the conversation from the day before. No doubt if she fast forwarded to the present, there would be more scenes of Mali in that church. That man was Soren and Anna's father. She felt sad for them. He was trying to convince her sister to help, but Mali had a one track mind -- she only did what she found entertaining. He would have no luck with that. Her twin would continue to stand beside the Dark Angels. She sighed and the images on the towering crystals changed. That golden - haired man Mali had been living with filled the screen and she watched as he fought mortals possessed by demons beside the group of others. There was a man beside him that she had seen briefly here in Hell. If he could get away without being dragged back, why couldn't they? "Samuel would have made for a delicious snack." Cal jumped at the sound of the voice and turned to see Manitos hovering over her. "You know demons aren't allowed in here." She spat. There was a discernible snort and a wisp of fingers trailed across her shoulders. "Would you like to play a game Cal? It might help you with your decision." "I don't know what you're talking about," she replied grumpily. Cal turned back to the crystals, but the images were gone. She sighed. "You can't decide which you like more. Soren, who made you temporary rose out of mist; or Caius, who gave you that locket you keep playing with." Manitos smirked as Cal let the metal surface slide between her fingers. "It would be pretty easy to see which one likes you more." "What? You planning to disguise yourself as me and see which one figures it out and resists." Guessed Cal sarcastically. "That's exactly it. Not so witty, now are you?" "Oh. And what do you get out of it?" She asked dejectedly. "Well some entertainment for starters. It's been pretty boring for me. Ahranna is busy with the Bonding preparations. Mammon is off fighting Temeluchas and acquiring Leviathan. We still haven't locked in on the location of the Gates, so I need something to lift my spirits. Plus, I haven't fed in awhile and I can feel myself growing weaker by the minute." She swooned theatrically. Cal faced forward, her red eyes locked on the crystals. They were beautiful. Even without all the pictures, they were something to look at. "I don't approve of you sucking the life out of my friends." "Suit yourself." Manitos replied monotonously. Cal sighed as the sound of footsteps trailed away behind her. What Mani was offering was crazy. There was no way ...
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She yawned out of boredom. "There's no scenario in where Hell comes out on top." So says he. "If you don't want to join us, that's your choice, but you won't survive very long. Just walk away. You can't get past us and when you don't, there's a good chance Lucifer... Lu... or whoever's in charge of babysitting you will kill you for it." HA! How wrong he was. She could turn back all she wanted. That was part of the plan. Lure them out. The old man shook his head slowly. "Is it fear that's keeping you in line? Because now that you're here, this is your chance to switch sides. They wouldn't be able to get you." Mali snorted. "Fear? As if. I'm not afraid of nothin'. I like what I do. It's way better than cowering in a church for protection. This is unbecoming of an Angel, but whatever; makes my life easier. Anyway, talk is boring. I could have stayed home if I wanted to socialize this much." She smiled and pews broke free of the floor, splintering and flying forward.
Since I didn't have my laptop until 10 o'clock last night and apparently the site was down, I have extended the day for those that did not put their characters to rest last night.
The old man looked upset. Sucks to be him. "That's a strange name, Mali. Did Lu name you?" She rolled her eyes. "She did. It's short for Malignavérunt. It means Malicious. I like it." Mali smirked. She kept one hand behind her back and mist swirled lightly at her fingertips, taking the shape of a blade. He looked thoughtful. Boring. "If God got involved with anything here on Earth, Soren and Anna would not have been taken from me. You would be with your parents with your sister and none of this would be happening." The old man sighed and looked down. Who said anything about her wanting to be with her parents or her sister? If she wanted to be with her sister, then she would be. No one was stopping her. They were all too weak. Her parents were dead because they were weak. Cal wasn't here with her because she is too weak - minded. Only the strong deserve to fight. The rest are a waste. "You know, kid, you don't have to go back to them. You don't belong in Hell. If Lu's tricked you into thinking that she cares about you, I'm sorry. You're nothing more than a tool to them." No fucking way! She didn't have to go back to them?? What? Why didn't someone tell her sooner? Mali had to fight the urge to laugh. It was absolutely ridiculous. No one was forcing her and she most certainly wasn't a tool. Temeluchas really does like her because she's the only one that is strong, but she wouldn't do it just for Lu's praise. Mali enjoyed this stuff. It was more fun than to mope about pining for a world they know nothing of; for people they know nothing of. "I understand better than you think. The point is, you were born in Hell, but that doesn't mean that's where you belong. You don't have to be like them." "Really?" she asked with mock sincerity. "I don't have to live in Hell? You really think I'm just some dumb naive tool?" Mali inched forward with teeth grit. She blew her long blonde bangs out of her face and pulled the knife forward. "It's so nice of you to take the time to tell me that. I'm sure Soren and Anna would love to hear your glorious words of wisdom. You should tell them how sorry you are. I could take you to them. They might even be happy to see you." She shrugged. Mali twirled the knife in her hand casually. It was just there in the event that they decided to start something.
[/url]HE SIGHED AND GAVE SAM A SIDE GLANCE BEFORE RETURNING TO THE OTHERS THAT WERE BUSY TRAINING. "Right..." SAM SAID DEJECTEDLY, "Shit, I really don't know what to do about any of this." HE SCRATCHED HIS FOREHEAD WITH HIS THUMB, HIS CIGARETTE CRADLED BETWEEN TWO FINGERS. "God, this sucks..." "MHMM..." LEON TUGGED AT THE CUFFS OF HIS JACKET AND LOOKED UP TO SEE RICHARD JOINING THEM. AT LEAST HE DIDN'T REQUIRE TRAINING. RICHARD HAD LEARNED TO HANDLE A SWORD LONG BEFORE ANY OF THIS STARTED -- SO HE HAD BEEN TOLD. "Well, the both of you seem to be in a cheery mood today." HE SAID AS HE TOOK A SEAT BESIDE THEM. LEON PUFFED OUT A BREATH OF GOLDEN FLAMES AND PURSED HIS LIPS. "IF ONLY THINGS COULD BE SIMPLE. THAT WOULD BE NICE." HE GLANCED OVER AT RICHARD AND SHOOK HIS HEAD. "YOU'RE A PRETTY GOOD TRAINER, BY THE BY. WE SHOULD PROBABLY BE GETTING THEM BACK SOON. THE CHURCH IS SAFER WITH NUMBERS. THERE'S NO TELLING WHAT MIGHT HAPPEN THERE WITH ONLY WHAT'S - HIS - FACE AND BRANDON. PLUS, WOULDN'T YOU FEEL BETTER KNOWING YOUR KID IS PROPERLY PROTECTED? ONE LESS THING TO WORRY ABOUT IF YOU ASK ME." HE CLASPED HIS HANDS TOGETHER BEHIND HIS HEAD AND LAY BACK IN THE GRASS.
[/url]LEON JUST KIND OF SAT THERE STARING MINDLESSLY AT THE HORDES OF POSSESSED PEOPLE. THIS WAS REALLY BORING AND HE WASN'T SURE WHAT THE POINT WAS ANYMORE. HE GOT THE WHOLE 'TRAINING THE NEWBIES' THING, BUT HONESTLY, THIS WASN'T MUCH OF A CHALLENGE. THEN AGAIN, HE WASN'T A NEWBIE TO THE WHOLE CONCEPT OF SAVING THE WORLD FROM EVIL. THE HUMANS ON THE OTHER HAND, WERE NOT EXPERTS AND SOME OF THEM CLEARLY SEEMED TO BE STRUGGLING. HE SIGHED AND GLANCED OVER AT SAM BESIDE HIM. "SO," HE STARTED BOREDLY, "HOW'S THE WHOLE 'I CAN'T BELIEVE I'M A DAD, TIME TO ENTER CRISIS MODE' THING GOING? HAVE YOU GIVEN UP ON THE IDEA OF WANTING ANYTHING TO DO WITH XATHANAEL, CAUSE YOU LOOK LIKE YOU'RE GOING TO SHATTER OR SOMETHING." LEON DUG THE TOE OF HIS SHOE INTO THE GROUND IN FRONT OF HIM AND KICKED AT THE DIRT. OCCASIONALLY HE WOULD GLANCE UP TO MAKE SURE NO ONE WAS DYING, BUT OVERALL LEFT THE TRAINEES TO THEIR OWN DEVICES. IF THINGS LOOKED PARTICULARLY HAIRY, HE WOULD SHOUT OUT A COMMAND TO THEM. WITHOUT HAY SUN, LEON FELT ENTIRELY DEMOTIVATED. THE FIRE THAT HAD BEEN BURNING BRIGHT WITHIN HIM HAD DIMINISHED AND THERE WAS NO REASON TO TRY SO HARD. HE HAD NO ONE TO IMPRESS AND NOTHING TO PROVE NOW. IT WAS BORING AND LEFT HIM WITH A LOT OF TIME TO WALLOW IN SELF - PITY OVER HOW HE COULD HAVE DONE MORE TO PREVENT HER DEATH. HE COULD ONLY IMAGINE HOW WELL XATHANAEL WAS DOING RIGHT NOW OVER THE LOSS OF AZAZEL. THAT WOULD HAD SPENT HER ENTIRE EXISTENCE PROTECTING THE ANGEL OF BEAUTY AND NOW SHE WAS JUST GONE. LEON SECRETLY WISHED THE CIRCUMSTANCES WERE REVERSED -- AZAZEL DIED AND URIEL LIVED. THEY WOULD ALL BE A LOT BETTER OFF IF THAT WERE THE CASE. URIEL WAS A FIGHTER AND WOULD HOLD STRONG UNTIL HE COULD FIND AWAY TO HELP. AZAZEL'S HOST WAS NOT ANYTHING REMOTELY LIKE A FIGHTER AND LUCIFER HAD JUST GOTTEN WHAT HE WANTED FOR THOUSANDS OF YEARS. THINGS WERE NOT GOOD. "I BET SHE'S GOING OUT OF HER MIND OVER JOSLYN'S ABSENCE." HE MUTTERED.
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The white - haired boy seemed to take notice of her after she shouted to gain his attention. Too bad he wasn't deaf. "Hello there Miss. Sorry, but could you please leave here." he asked. Mali shook her head. "Unfortunately for you, I cannot do that. My task lies within these walls." She stepped forward, but the boy looked on edge. He clearly didn't trust her, as to be expected. She never came off as a very trustworthy person. Not even her half - twin seemed to trust her that much. Oh well. Trust was overrated anyway. Some old guy came walking into the sanctuary from a door in the back. She rolled her eyes. They were gaining in number, but from what she could sense, these were the only two. Mali could feel the weirdness Lu had mentioned. It was coming from where the old guy had entered. She wanted to know what was back there; hopefully something fun. He stopped beside the white - haired boy and eyed her while whispering to the kid. He was talking about her. There was no doubt about that. He didn't hide it well. "Do you know my children?" he asked her. Mali raised a blonde brow at him curiously. Children? "Soren. Anna. Those are their names. They're also nephilim. Where are they?" "Well snap! Things just got a lot more interesting." She stepped forward. "I know them. Soren's a hothead and Anna's a pansy. I see the family resemblance. I'll have to tell them their papa isn't dead after all, once I get home that is." Mali chuckled. "I'm sure they'll love to hear all about you. Is there anything you want me to tell them? My daddy's dead. They thought they were orphans too. I'm sure they'd rather know that they were just abandoned instead." A wide grin spread on her face and she continued to inch forward, pew after pew. "My name is Malignavérunt, or Mali. Most people call me Mali, though you don't seem to care about that. This is a nice church ya got here. I've never been in a church before. Do you think he really listens, that God guy, I mean. I don't think he does. You should hear the way my sister and the others are always praying for a way out, a way to safety. It's kind of sad really. There's nothing wrong with where we live now. They don't understand." Mali stretched her arms out above her head and arched her back. Talking was kind of a waste, but it was nice to say things to someone other than the gloomy group. They should really just embrace their home more. They wouldn't be so broken all of the time if they did. "I bet you don't understand either. Your son is a very angry teenager. I wouldn't be surprised if he tried to kill you once you inevitably meet. It should be interesting."
"Just like we discussed, Alistair and I will be waiting out here. if you have any trouble inside, just lure the dumb bastards out here and we can help you deal with them. Once they've been dealt with, there will be no one to continue holding up the barrier. In the mean time, we'll deal with Mammon and the others that are lurking about. Understood?" Lu asked sternly. She wasn't a fan of repeating herself and there was no way Mali would make her do so. She nodded once. "Got it. Go in there, smack them around. If it gets to be too much, drag them out here. Anything else?" Temeluchas scrunched her brow up and her golden eye focused on the doors of the church before drifting to the abbey attached to the back. "I sense some other sort of presence. The barrier is too strong for me to identify what exactly it is, but keep your eyes peeled and stay alert. We don't want any surprises." "All righty then." Mali turned away from Lu and Alistair, heading for the doors. She could feel the barrier and hesitated for a moment. Temeluchas said it would be fine because she was born of light, but it still worried her. She wasn't exactly that righteous like her father's name entitled her to be. She was in fact quite the opposite. More of Lu's blood seemed to course through her veins than her father's. It made the sense of security weak when thinking about crossing a holy barrier and surviving. Eh. There was no way of knowing without doing. She stepped forward and felt a ripple through her body. Her fingers wrapped around the doorknob and she turned it slowly, pushing the door open. Mali stepped inside the church and walked between rows and rows of pews. Down at the other end of the sanctuary was some white - haired boy and she pursed her lips. "Hey down there!" she called.
Temeluchas stood outside the church with determined eyes. This was it -- not exactly what she was expecting. This place was pretty old and dinky. Pathetic. It was hard to believe that they were really keeping Leviathan underneath this pathetic looking church. A church was a good cover though. The blessings were strong and it was under constant prayer. Leviathan would have a hard time getting out; that was the goal anyway. There was no doubt about it being the right place with how strong the magical power was and one glance up confirmed Mammon's presence circling overhead. This was definitely the right place. "I do know how you hate unnecessary questions, but do tell me why we are here? I'd rather we not waste time and all...with me being cursed and all..." She scowled at the imbecile. Mali stepped forward and looked at her curiously. Augh. Honestly, they should just know by now. "We're here because this is the resting place of Leviathan's prison. However, we cannot cross the barrier because I am a Dark Angel and you have chosen to reclaim your title as one; which is why Mali has been brought along. She's a Nephilim, born of light, even with my powers coursing through her, which means she can cross the line. That is also why Mammon is just circling around up there." She pointed towards the sky where the winged demon lurked. "The key to winning resides in that church. Whoever controls the Serpent holds all the power of this war in their hands. I could beat everyone."
[/url]"Enough!" Cracks fissured through the marble floor and broke apart in front of the two bickering demons. "That is enough. She needs to get dressed and you aren't exactly making her feel at home. You're just scaring her. I don't suppose you want me to mention to Him that you were the reason she did not make it to her summons on time? Hmmm??" Ahranna took a step forward and looked up at the two demons sternly. There was no way she was going to get in trouble because they couldn't stop fighting for five minutes. "Now if you don't mind, I need to get Joslyn into this lovely dress and do her hair. If you're going to fight, then get out of the room." Sheesh. Some of the other demons really made her embarrassed to be like them. Those two for instance were obnoxious. They spent more time fighting each other than anyone else. Ahranna shut the door after them and turned back to Joslyn. "Okay. So yeah, you're probably freaking out and stuff but hey -- oh don't cry! Your face will get all red and puffy and you don't want bag under your eyes." She ran across the room to grab a tissue and carried it back to the albino girl, sitting down beside her. "Here. Wipe your face off. There's nothing to be scared of. No one is going to hurt you here. If they did, then they would be punished severely for it. As long as you remain here, you never have to worry about anything bad happening to you. Honestly I don't see why more of the Fallen don't come down here. Then none of them would die. Oh well." She shrugged her shoulders and got up to grab the dress. "Come on. You gotta put this on. You'll feel better once we get you into the dress." Ahranna smiled brightly at the girl. Her black masque creased with the lines of her smile and the large glasses on her face rode up the bridge of her nose.
[/url]Ahranna pushed open the bedroom door quietly and tiptoed lightly into the dark room. The princess was still sleeping, but she needed to wake up now because a summons had been requested of her. Things would be okay now. The Dark Prince would be appeased and finally be in a better mood -- hopefully. This wasn't everything he wanted, but it was pretty high up there on the priority list. That was good. This would make him happy. He was getting something he had wanted for a very long time now. "Wake up." She mashed her finger into Joslyn's cheek and sat down beside her on the large bed. The rooms here in the palace were so nice; much nicer than the home she had outside of the palace. That's the way things were though. The inside of a palace was always nicer than the outside, especially in Hell. Ahranna pulled the girl up into a seated position and leaned her against the headboard. "Come on. It's time to wake up." She smiled at the albino girl and scooted away. "There's no need to like freak out or anything. I have no reason to hurt you. I was just put in charge of obtaining you since others failed in the past. Apparently I'm a lot better than them. We could be friends. You'll need one down here. The Nephilim are really anti - social and rude and with all the demons you don't wanna get accidentally eaten. Plus, I heard that you and Adam aren't on the best of terms, but everyone likes me so I hope you'll like me too." Ahranna jumped to her feet and started rummaging through the large closet. Lucifer had it chalk full of all sorts of intricate gowns. "He wants his bride dressed in her best, so I'mma pick you out something really cool don't worry." She riffled through the various fabrics until landing on a sleek, lavender, floor - sweeping, sweetheart neckline gown that draped just off the shoulders. Ahranna smiled at it and held it up to her own body first giving the dress a nod of approval before draping it over her arm and carrying it to the bed. "Put this one on. It'll look just perfect on you and I can do your hair nice and pretty. I think it'll look best as a half updo. Shoulders are always attention grabbing and I think with your pale complexion you have shoulders to die for." She winked and pulled out a chair. "I can help you into the dress if you want. You gotta get off the bed though." Ahranna picked the dress up and let it hang over the back of the chair before crawling onto the bed to try and pull Joslyn off of it.
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