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Joslyn Taylor Jones
DAY: 4 - 2/5 | DATE: September 25, 2013, Wednesday | LOCATION: Seedy Motel in Las Vegas, NV

Spoiler: 1000 Years of Dreams

A little girl was running around in the park, seemingly talking to herself. Nearby, an old lady watched her as she sat at a park bench. The little girl would start playing with something on the little playground that sat in the middle in the park, and then quickly abandon it, as if directed to something else by someone. She seemed to be all over the place. The old woman looked content just to see the little girl having the time of her life.

However, while the little girl played, she tripped and fell, scraping her knee. The old lady almost immediately made her way over to her, worry clear on her face. "Oh dear, are you alright, sweetie?"

The little girl nodded her head, "Yeah. It's my fault. He wanted to play on the swings so I ran over. And then I tripped."

"Well, aren't you a strong little one." The old lady patted the little girl on the head and took her by the hand.

Joslyn opened her eyes as she lay in bed, her face buried into her pillow. She slowly lifted herself up as she rubbed her eyes.

"Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeelllllllllll~, look who's up noooooooooooooooowwwwwwwwwww~."

"Muh-Morning Victor... Morning Tessa... Morning Hana..." She stopped rubbing her eyes and saw that Hana wasn't in her bed. "Huh? Hana?" Joslyn got out of her bed and went to the bathroom to check if she was in there. She wasn't.

"I think there's something on the desk for you."

"Huh?" Taking her advice, she made her way over to the desk and saw a pad with something quickly scrawled onto it.

"Hmm... I wonder what she had to do?" Joslyn wondered aloud as she sat back down on her bed. It was important if she had to go as soon as she had woken up. Is there another fallen angel nearby?

"Heeeeeeeeeeeyyyyy~, if we're going to be pent up in this room, let's watch some Teeeeeeeeleeeeeeeviiiiiiiiiiisssssiiiiiiioooooon~"

"Ok." At Victor's suggestion, she reached for the remote on the night stand next the bed and turned on the TV. She flipped through the channels to find something to watch. In her mind, though, she was still trying to figure out what Hana was doing.

 

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Danel stopped just outside of the prison gates. It had been a disappointment that his first interaction with Azrael had to be ended so abruptly. He hoped his trip to Mexico, to see Abaddon, would be a different story. His wings shimmered in the daylight as the glamour wrapped itself around his feathery feature. The humans could no longer see them connected to his back. He looked just like any other lawyer that might come visit his client. Guards were posted just outside the entrance and they stopped Danel in his tracks. He was slightly taller than the two Mexican men that stood post and he had to look down on them. "Buenos días señores," he greeted. The shorter of the two gave a quick nod of the head before opening the prison door to let him inside. Danel's grin cocked into a crooked smile as he smirked and entered the maximum security prison.​

He glided across the room, taking off his belt and watch to walk through the metal detectors. They remained silent as he gathered his things and walked up to the thick paneled glass window that held the receptionist safely inside a locked room. He leaned on the counter, resting his chin in the palm of his hand. His chocolate brown eyes were warm as he smiled at the woman on the other side. "Hola, señorita. Estoy aquí para ver a Samuel Riviera."​

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The woman looked up at him stunned. Either she was distracted by his looks, or completely thrown off by his request. "En un momento por favor," she finally replied when she regained her composure.​

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Danel nodded his head and waited patiently. After a few minutes, there was a buzzing sound and a large automatic door swung open on its own. She gestured for him to enter through that way, and he followed suit. A hall--the walls made of fencing--lead to an enclosed space where tables sat. There were civilians visiting with family members and loved ones at each of the tables and he took a seat at a small one in the far corner of the room. he clasped his hands together behind his head and leaned back, resting his shoulders against the cold cement wall. This would be fun. How many did the report say Abaddon killed--twenty? Danel smirked, an amused chuckle escaping him.​

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Name: Melissa Paton​

Location: Las Vegas, Nevada: Seedy Motel​

Interaction: Hana​

'Lissa raised her head as Hana sat in front of her, the girl's voice floating softly to her ears. ❝ Excuse me, ❞ Hana said the moment she sat down. ❝ I don't mean to interrupt your breakfast, but there is something I must discuss with you, and odds are you will not believe me. ❞ The girl's voice was gentle, but reserved, as if she were wary of Melissa.
Melissa stared for a few precious moments, tilting her head to the side, her grief-clouded mind trying to come up with words to speak, but, before she could utter a word the strange woman spoke again. ❝ My name is Hana, and I have quite the story to tell you. ❞

Melissa didn't bother to stop herself from rolling her eyes, "well then, get on with it," she muttered at last, sipping at her too-strong coffee. The young pilot's eyes stayed locked on Hana's, her mind slowly clearing as she tried to work out why Hana was staring at her in such a strange way, as if Hana thought they knew each other.

 

Serena Rose

Day 4 Date: September 25, 2013 Mood: Calm Interaction: N/A Location: Buffalo, NY

Serena parked her bike in her garage as she arrived back in her home. She entered her kitchen as quietly as possible. She turned her back towards the rest of the room to turn on the lights. She turned around and saw her mother right near the refrigerator.
"Two days. Same place? Her mother smiled a little bit as she walked over to the granite counter-top island.

"Yep. I lost track of time in the studio. I'll get something to eat and go to bed. Sorry if I worried you and dad." Serena grabbed a pan and started to cook scrambled eggs. After about 15 minutes, she put the eggs on her plate and ate the food she cooked. Her mother walked toward Serena and sat down next to her. She grabbed a fork and took some of her eggs.

"Hey! Cook your own eggs!!" Serena smiled and laughed with her mother. Serena cleaned her plate and went upstairs to her bedroom. As she entered her room, she heard the word Seraphiel. She was startled at the sound of that name. She looked on her bed and saw yet another feather but this time there was a harp below the feather. She picked up both items and was starting to get worried. She placed those items in a box to make sure that it was all a dream she was having. She climbed into bed hoping that tomorrow, those items will be gone

 

Samuel Riviera
DAY: 4 - 2/5 | DATE: September 25, 2013, Wednesday | LOCATION: Maximum Security Prison in Mexico City, Mexico
OOC: Today's Spanish was brought to you by Google Translate

Spoiler: 1000 Years of Nightmares

Blood was all around him. It stained the formerly brown floor a deep crimson as it spread outward. There he lay, in a pool of his own blood, still clinging to life. He had no idea what was going on. All he knew was that he lay there, pain filling his entire body. His clothes were completely soaked with his own blood. His face, as far as he could tell, was battered and bruised, with lumps all over it.

The building he found himself in was dilapidated and falling apart. The windows were boarded up and the walls were lined with cracks. The ceiling looked ready to collapse, with dust falling on him. It was dark inside the building, with light filtering in through the cracks of the boards. However, there was a huge hole in the wall. The light that streamed in was blinding.

There was something in the hole that blocked out some of the light coming in. It was a silhouette of someone. He couldn't make it out, but the silhouette was shouting something. Was that person important to him? He didn't know what was going on. All he knew was that he tried to move his arm through the sharp pain. As he tried to move, the building started to collapse, chunks of the ceiling falling around him. As he finally managed to reach out to the silhouette, he was crushed by a huge chunk of ceiling, his arm just barely reaching out from underneath.

Sam woke up with a sudden jolt, his breath came out in heavy gasps. He wiped the sweat on his forehead off with his hand. Another nightmare. Another one where he ended up dead, somehow. All of these dreams made him think about the deeper meaning behind them. However, he quickly dismissed it, thinking that there was no need to worry about it anymore.

Soon, two guards came by his cell. "Hey, levántate. Tienes una visita. (Hey, get up. You've got a visitor.)"

"Ah, sí? ¿Quién es tu madre? (Oh? Who is it, your mother?)"

"Silencio! (Quiet!)" The guards had little patience for his quips. They went in and put cuffs on him and proceeded to escort him to the visitation area. There were a few other people in the room, mostly families visiting the inmates. But this was the first time Sam had been there, since almost no one visited him. The guards pointed at a man sitting in the corner resting against the cement wall. He trudged over there, trying to think of a reason why anyone would come to see him. As he sat down, he couldn't think of any good reasons.

"Así que, ¿qué quieres de mí, imbécil? (So, what do you want with me, dipshit?)"

 

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Wearing --- Music --- Location​

---Date: Tuesday, September 24, 2013 ---Day: 4 | 3/5 --- Mood: Stressed --- Interaction: N/A --- Working: Yes --- City: New York City --- OOC: N/A --​

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Cassandra payed the cab driver and ran towards the inside, which was interrupted by her tripping on the curb and flying to the ground. Pedestrians kept on walking by, avoiding eye contact with Cassie, and she forced herself to get up. She had only scraped her hand. Luckily.​

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She walked quickly into the funeral home and went into the back room where her first client waited patiently. Cassandra pulled up a stool and opened up the casket and looked upon the smiling face of someone in their 90's or so(when she looked at the list they were actually 88). Cassandra looked down at the interests and saw literally nothing on the list. She blinked and forced herself to re-read, but there was no information. This woman had a full family and name, was fully identifiable, but no one knew what she liked?​

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Cassandra's eyes lowered sadly as she took a deep breath and spoke, "It says you were a loving grandmother, so I assume you had grandchildren. And no one knows any interests of yours? I don't want to leave you with nothing, and it looks like you were happy in the end. So how about a sunshine theme to it or something happy?"​

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Cassandra felt her phone buzz and she ignored it and worked on the woman until she was done. Cassandra then pulled out the phone and saw she had missed a call from her mother and she stared at the phone for a long time before she pressed the redial button and slowly raised the phone to her ear.​

Spoiler: Phone Call

Hello?​

H-hi mom, did you just call?​

Cassandra! I did. It is so good to hear from you, how have you been?​

I have been fine just... busy with work is all.​

Don't work yourself to death sweetheart, you are young and gray hairs come from stress.​

I dye my hair anyway.​

Look , I wanted to call you and tell you that this weekend at home, we have having a Memorial mass for Daniel, and we wanted to know i-​

No.​

What?​

I am not going to church to remember someone in my life who died, I can recall his memory in a happy way on my own.​

Please hun, I know his death hurt you but you shouldn't throw away your fai-​

This is not an appropriate discussion for a phone call while I am at work, especially when you wouldn't answer my phone calls for two weeks before​

Cassie you know I am sick​

Not sick enough to stay home from church.​

Cassandra!​

Look mom, I just... do not want to, okay?​

You cannot even pop in for a minute to sign his name.​

If I pop in for a minute, you will make me stay for the whole mass.​

Okay, then can you at least try and come home for your brother's birthday? He is turning 18 and I know he'd love to see you show up.​

Yeah, I can try that... maybe. If I am not working.​

Okay, well I have to go, I will make sure you answer your calls next time.​

Okay mom, I love you​

Love you too​

Okay​

Okay​

Bye.​

Bye~​

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Cassandra hung up the phone and sighed deeply before covering her forehead, another attempt at church-going. Her family lived up in southern Connecticut so it is a short drive, but her mother's constant attempts of getting her back into a church was starting to irritate her. Cassandra opened up the next coffin and started to work again.​

 

"That was awesome! How did you move that fast?" James said with a ton of energy. "Yeah, I used to be a wide receiver back in the day." Tyson replied while looking out the car window. "And what happened? Come on this is the most interesting thing about you." James said, trying to get his partner to talk. "Life happened. Let's just drop it ok." "Fine." James could see this was a touchy subject so he didn't press him on it.
They got back to the station and upon entering it all the cops began clapping. James was basking in the glory while Tyson was just trying to get back to his desk.

 

❖ MAP ❖ OOC ⟡ ✖ ❖ WEARING ❖
❖ DAY ⟡ 4 ⦙ 3 /5 ❖ DATE ⟡ Wednesday ⦙ September 25, 2013 ❖
❖ LOCATION ⟡ Seedy Motel ❖ INTERACTION ⟡ Melissa ❖
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Leliel looked up at her. She looked even worse than Hana had first imagined. ❝ Well then, get on with it. ❞ She was a bit snippy too. Hana couldn't help but note.
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❝ Does the name Leliel mean anything to you? I mean I doubt it will anymore, but it should. ❞ Her blue eyes drifted around the room briefly, taking in the other guests. Talking so openly like this probably wasn't the safest. A dark shadow stood outside the nearby window and when she blinked, it was gone. Odd. ❝ Did you ever believe there were things out there that could not be explained? Things that just seemed... different? ❞ She probably sounded crazy and it wouldn't surprise her if that's what Leliel chalked her up to be. Hana had said the things enough times now to know when she sounded ridiculous. ❝ You are not what you believe yourself to be. Leliel, you are different from the humans we surround ourselves with--the ones that probably hurt you. What happened? Why do you look so sad? ❞
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"Así que, ¿qué quieres de mí, imbécil?"​

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Danel laughed heartily. Apparently the twins were more alike in their sense of humor than he ever imagined. He rolled up the sleeves to his cotton button down shirt, still smiling. Oh Abaddon, always to the point. "I have a proposition for you Abaddon. It would get you free of this human prison and allow you to regain your former glory." He blew a lock of hair out of his face and cocked his head to the side, wonderingly. "You're having the dreams again, aren't you? I can see it all over your face. The past lives you lived are sending you warning messages--messages you would never be able to decipher had I not come around."​

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He had always been the one left in the dark, never knowing what was going on. Now, he was the superior one with all the knowledge. Abaddon and Azrael knew nothing. They were pathetic like this and he loved it, or as close a thing to love as one could get when emotions meant nothing in the palace of Hell. They needed him, even if they yet did not know it. "I could tell you all about yourself. There are stories you only thought you knew." Danel was a bit of a talker these days. He was never given proper attention in the Underworld. He couldn't help but enjoy it now.​

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He leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table. His hands clasped together and still smiling, he rested his chin on the knuckles pointing up.​

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W E A R I N G ✖ W R I T I N G ✖ M U S I C
MOOD ※ ANNOYED > THOUGHTFUL✖ DAY 4 ※ 3/5 ✖ DATE ※ 09/25/2013 ✖ LOCATION ※ PARK
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Hay Sun's dad, despite their differences in the last few days, had been overjoyed to see that his daughter was in a very good mood today and that she had a friend to hang out it. A boy, sure, but they seemed happy enough to see each other, so he thought it would be in their best interests for them to go off. He ended up giving her the day off.

It would have been in Hay Sun's best interest if she would have just stayed at work today. She had no damned idea why she was here, in a park with Levi. The conversation was mostly one-sided, and for some reason, Levi was being a blushy, sort of stuttery son of a bitch. Hay Sun wasn't dense when it came to other people's feeling, but there was no way in hell that he liked her, or that she would ever like him.

❝Hey,❞ he started, ❝Do . . . you have anyone you like?❞

Hay Sun slowly opened her eyes, internally screaming at the question, and then looking at him nonchalantly. ❝Why do you ask?❞ she replied, trying to be as calm as she could. Her hand, where Levi couldn't see it, dug into the ground next to her, fist-fulls of dirt and grass being ripped away.

Levi blushed lightly, and then looked away. ❝No reason.❞ he told her after a long moment.

Silence settled between the two, and Hay Sun calmed down, her mind traveling elsewhere. She began to think of that one lightheaded spell she had . . . The person she had saw. She had played it up to a hallucination, but . . . It had felt so real.

The night of, she ended up having another dream, but instead of being called only 'Puriel', they had begun to call her 'Uriel' as well. She was both, in the dream. She didn't know who either were, except for the fact that they were angels.

She looked up at Levi without moving her head, and then bit her lip. ❝Levi, what kind of dreams do you have?❞​

 

Samuel Riviera
DAY: 4 - 3/5 | DATE: September 25, 2013, Wednesday | LOCATION: Maximum Security Prison in Mexico City, Mexico

The man that sat across from Sam let out a genuine, hearty laugh. As his laughter died down, he started to roll up the sleeves of his dress shirt, a smile lingering on his face. "I have a proposition for you, Abaddon. It would get you free of this human prison and allow you to regain your former glory." A skeptical look came across Sam's face as he listened to this man talk. He wasn't talking in Spanish anymore, but he could still understand him. The first thing he noticed is that he didn't call him Sam, but Abaddon. He had no idea who that was, but he made it seem like they knew each other. Another thing he noticed was that referred to this place as a "human prison". He didn't know what he was going on about, but he thought that he was full of bullshit. "You're having the dreams again, aren't you? I can see it all over your face. The past lives you lived are sending you warning messages--messages you would never be able to decipher had I not come around." Sam's skeptical look changed to a serious one. He looked him straight in the eyes and tried to figure out how he knew about the dreams. Just who the hell is this guy? "I could tell you all about yourself. There are stories you only thought you knew." As he finished saying this, he leaned forward in his seat and clasped his hands together as he rested his elbows on the desk. He rested his chin on his knuckles, a smile still plastered across his face.

Smug bastard, it looked like he was taunting him. Sam let out a small snort of derision as he adjusted himself in his seat. He placed his own hands on the table, the chain of his handcuffs resting in between his hands. "Okay, guy," Sam had responded to this mystery man with English. He had learned how to speak English from some American's he met when he was growing up. They had come over to Mexico to deal with some of the gangs that were in Mexico, including the one that Sam was in. His English was decent enough, but his accent was rather thick. "All of the bullshit aside, you're telling me that you can get me out of here, right?" That was the one thing he cared about, although he was curious about his dreams. "Tell you what, chico. You get me out of here, I'll go with whatever you've got in mind." There was some doubt in his mind about how he would get him out. Still, it was better than waiting out his sentence.

 

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Morning soon arrived and Alistair soon awoke with a small sigh as he noticed he was still sitting on his chair. "Well then...I was expecting some broken doors or maybe even awakening in hell itself...how disappointing" Alistair said silently before rising from his chair and heading into the washroom to do his morning routine. After a quick soak in the bath he walked out and adjusted his suit.

He was definitely not going out today and he figured he would just stay and home and just see if any of the so called others would arrive and show him what he wished to see. He wasn't one to skip his duties, but this certainly called for it and it took him not to long to get out of them. As he walked out he went out on the mystical land that they called the internet and began to search up what he needed.

His first search was Azrael, then he began to vary his searches from Lucifer to God, to even other gods like Zeus, Odin, Shiva and Buddha. He never truly believed fully what these pages stated about them and he figured that most of these could even be wrong, but at the same time it didn't hurt to at least figure out the basics about these fact. He certainly had no idea what to do next so doing this wasn't really a waste of time.

 

OOC: More backstory fun! :D
After James was done basking, they went ahead to fill out their reports. And finished just in time for quitting time. As they were leaving the station Steward stopped them. "Where do you think your going? I owe you guys a beer remember, and there's no time like the present." Steward said with a smile. "I'm game." James replied. "Go on and have fun without me." Tyson said. "This isn't negotiable! Your going Malone!" Steward barked. "Fine but I pick the bar."
Tyson takes them to a bar that's just down the street from his apartment. They take a seat at a small round table and order a few drinks for each other, and the waitress reminded them that cops get the first drink free. "So Ty, how'd you run that fast? By the time I got over the first fence you and the suspect were already three backyards away." Steward asked after they had a few drinks. "I was a wide receiver back in the day." Tyson replied. "Come on tell us what happened, give us so-some more! And don't give me the 'life happened' BS!" James yelled clearly drunk, he's a bit of a light-weight . "Fine, I was a wide receiver for awhile a pretty good one, hell that's what I thought I wanted to do for the rest of my life. But when I turned 16 I had to quit. Dad got lung cancer, and was getting worse, and mom had to work a lot so being a only child I had to take care of him. A few months later he kicked the bucket and I just didn't feel like playing anymore after that. Now there happy and can we drop it, I don't like talking about it." Tyson said as stared at beer.

 

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"Okay, guy," Sam had responded to him in English, with a thick Spanish accent. "All of the bullshit aside, you're telling me that you can get me out of here, right?" Danel nodded slowly. "Tell you what, chico. You get me out of here, I'll go with whatever you've got in mind."​

He smirked. Too easy. Wrong-doers always wanted freedom even when they did not deserve it for the crimes they had committed. His brown eyes drifted to his right hand as the black obsidian ring on his ring finger began to climb in temperature. It always got warmer when he was calling. You rang?​

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Status report, came the stern voice of the Morning Star in his mind. He knew the sound of it as well as his own.​

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I'm working on it. Abaddon is being extremely cooperative. Azrael may be a little trickier, but then again, that is how it has always been.​

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There was silence and Danel could almost picture Lucifer sitting on his obsidian thrown--carved in the shape of bones--with black wings unfurled, nodding his head. Silence continued to stretch on and he imaged that the Morning Star had ended the connection until, Good. I want them both and there is no coming back for you until it has been accomplished. Do you understand me Danel?​

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The warmth of the ring dissipated and he narrowed his brown eyes at Abaddon. His right hand slipped under his dress shirt and pulled out a knife, the blade as black as his ring. The obsidian shined in the fluorescent lighting of the visitation room. "I can get you out of here easily." He twirled the knife around in his hand. No one seemed to notice it, not that he expected anyone to. "When I do, you will have to do something for me in exchange." He set the knife down on the table and reached into his pocket a second time. Danel pulled out two worn pictures out of his pocket and set them on the table in front of Abaddon. "You have to kill her," he pointed to a red haired woman, "and abduct her," his finger hovered over a white haired girl much the same age.​

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"They will find you," he explained. "I let you out of here and you are on your own. They will find you no matter what, and when they do, you must take care of them." Danel picked up the knife and swung it, easily severing the chains that held Samuel's wrists together. A black mist seemed to ooze up around them and civilians and inmates alike began to scream and shout. He caught Sam by the arm and when the black mist cleared, they were standing in a copse of trees, about five miles from the prison.​

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His wings shone bright in the sunlight. The feathers that were still golden glowed brighter than the others. The salt and pepper mixture or ivory and obsidian contrasted beautifully with the golden tones. He knelled down, cutting the chains at Samuel's feet before rising to his full height and handing over the knife and pictures. "Here. Use this. The blade is made of obsidian, forged in the Underworld. It will guarantee you get the job done right."​

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W E A R I N G ✖ W R I T I N G ✖ M U S I C
MOOD ※ THOUGHTFUL✖ DAY 4 ※ 4/5 ✖ DATE ※ 09/25/2013 ✖ LOCATION ※ PARK
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To her surprise, the conversation with Levi about dreams and . . . angels went swimmingly well. Levi actually seemed genuine in his interest in her and the dreams. She honestly didn't understand why he was being so nice. Ugh . . . At least she was defying the anger part of the bet.

Eventually, Levi left her in the park and with her own thoughts, lingering on their conversation of dreams and angels. With all her dreaming, all of her day dreaming . . . What could it mean? Puriel, Uriel, Hay Sun . . . She was only one of them, but why the others?

Maybe they were people who once lived. Hay Sun knew that dreams of past lives ( in relation to reincarnation ) were not rare occurrences, but most people put them up to dreams only. That was what Hay Sun was trying to do, but it didn't seem to . . . they just seemed so real -- just like memories.

She pulled out the journal from her bag and her pen.

Spoiler: ✖ E X C L U S I V E _ T H O U G H T S

I've been having these weird dreams, lately . . . Of these beings, these angels. I never took much stock in dreams, to be honest, but these seem more tangible, to me . . . I don't know how to describe it. Like someone else has inhabited my body before, like I've seen through different eyes. Memories of past lives, perhaps. Reincarnation is one of the teachings of Buddha, which believes in multiples selves in succession -- having to do with karma.

Angels don't really exist in Buddhism or Hinduism -- or really any of the Eastern religions, so it makes me wonder . . . How did so many different beliefs come to fruition in the world? Is there really just one god? Or maybe there are many. Odin and Zeus, perhaps they really do exist? If they do, how? They're the equivalent of each other in two different worlds -- maybe they're different forms of each other -- just as Zeus and Jupiter are -- or they really do exist separately. But I have to remember the Titans. Might Odin actually be the equivalent of Chronus? The Fore-Titans, which makes me think of Uranus -- where then, Odin would equal Uranus.

If Uranus is the cosmos, might that make him the equivalent of the Christian God? According to Shinto beliefs, all spiritual beings, including God, including Uranus, Odin, Zeus, and every other spiritual being that might exist, no matter what religion they original from, all have kami and they are all kami.

This relates all religions through their spiritual beings. Which could mean . . . all religions are one? I suppose I can see the basis for this, as there are many similarities between all religions, and perhaps different versions of the gods and similarities in their roles . . . There is one supreme lead spiritual being in all of them, and they have children. This leads me to misunderstand -- if they are all so similar, why believe in different things ( which often leads to trouble because humans are close-minded beings )? What if all the spiritual beings exist, will humans still hold competion over one and other for which is supreme?

Sigh . . . Everyone should just be henotheistic, maybe. Especially the Christians and Muslims. The world might be a better place. Of course, if there really was a God, then he would actually make the world a better place. If mortals are his children . . . Who would want their children to suffer? These are things I might never understand, as a mortal myself.

❝I just wanna know the truth.❞ she mumbled to herself, closing the leather-back journal and tying it securely. With a sigh, she stood up from the soft grass and looked up into the lightly clouded sky.

When she looked at it, when she thought of the hallucination, the dreams . . . Hay Sun had never actually felt she fitted into this world, but was that just her imagination?​

 

Samuel Riviera
DAY: 4 - 4/5 | DATE: September 25, 2013, Wednesday | LOCATION: Wooded Area 5 Miles from the Maximum Security Prison in Mexico City, Mexico

The man sitting across from him reached into his dress shirt and pulled out a knife. But not just any ordinary knife, a knife with a blade as black as the ring on his finger. It shined in the light of the visitation area. Sam looked around to see if anyone had noticed, but it didn't seem like anyone saw it or cared. "I can get you out of here easily." This mystery man openly played around with the knife, as if no one around could see it. "When I do, you will have to do something for me in exchange" He set the knife down in front of Sam and pulled out two worn out pictures of a red-haired girl and a white haired one. Sam whistled when he saw the pictures of the red-haired girl and the white-haired girl as he placed them in front of him. "You have to kill her, and abduct her" The mystery man pointed to the red-haired girl first and then the white-haired girl. So, he had to kill Red Hair and take White Hair. Sounded simple enough.

"I gotta say, though, it sure is a waste of beauty to kill this one. But hey, your taste in women is different than mine. A deal's a deal. Where do I-"

"They will find you, I let you out of here and you are on your own. They will find you no matter what, and when they do, you must take care of them." The mystery man picked up the black-bladed knife that lay before them and used it to break the chain of the handcuffs. As he looked at his free hands, he noticed what looked like a black mist rising up around them. The visitors and other inmates began to shout as they watched the black mist rise. The mystery man grabbed Sam by the arm and when the mist cleared away, they were in a wooded area. He had no idea where they were. The only thing he knew for certain was that they were outside of the prison. It was like magic. He didn't care though, he was free. Now to hold up his end of the bargain.

When Sam laid eyes on the mystery man once more, he had wings with white, black, and golden feathers. He had to stifle his laughter because he thought it looked quite ridiculous. A man was standing in front of him with what looked like over-grown chicken wings with differently colored feathers. He knelt down to cut the chains binding his feet and handed the knife and pictures over to him. "Here. Use this. The blade is made of obsidian, forged in the Underworld. It will guarantee you get the job done right."

With a puff of black smoke, the winged man was gone. Flashy. He looked around, and couldn't help but laugh with all of the craziness that ensued. Despite how crazy it seemed, he really was free from that prison. Although he looked at what he was wearing and had a sudden realization. "Hey, chicken wings! If you could teleport me out of that shithole, you could've also changed my clothes!" He looked around and hoped his screaming had reached his ears, although he was sure he didn't. Sam used the Obsidian Knife to pick off the actual cuffs that stuck to his wrists and ankles. He rubbed his wrists as he wandered in a random direction, hoping to find a place to change his clothes.

 

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SHE WAS AT THE PARK AGAIN WHEN HE TOUCHED DOWN. THE BREEZE LIFTED HIS HAIR FROM HIS FACE. IT BLEW AROUND HIM AS HIS WINGS PULLED TIGHT TOGETHER BEHIND HIS BACK. EACH STEP WAS A GLIDING, SOUNDLESS MOTION. HIS IMAGE STILL RIPPLED AND BLURRED IN AND OUT. AN ANGEL IN THEIR FULL GLORY WOULD BURN THE EYES OF MAN. EVEN HE DID NOT KNOW IF IT WOULD DO THE SAME FOR A FALLEN ANGEL NOW INHABITING THE BODY OF A MORTAL. HOWEVER, THE RISK WAS TOO GREAT TO TRIFLE WITH. IT TOOK HIM NO TIME AT ALL TO CLEAR THE DISTANCE BETWEEN HIMSELF AND PURIEL.

SHE LIKED THE PARK, HE NOTED. HOW CURIOUS. SHE HAD NEVER REALLY SEEMED TO HAVE A SOFT SPOT FOR NATURE UNTIL NOW. HE WONDERED IF THE FALLEN ARCHANGEL URIEL HAD LISTENED TO HIS ADVICE. SHE NEEDED TO REMEMBER. IT WAS THE ONLY WAY TO REMAIN ALIVE. MEDDLING WITH THESE AFFAIRS COULD COST HIM GREATLY, BUT IT HAD TO BE DONE. GABRIEL COULD ONLY DO SO MUCH AND LUCIFER'S ARMY WAS ALREADY BEGINNING TO PREPARE FOR BATTLE. THEY DID NOT HAVE LONG UNTIL THE WINTER SOLSTICE. SO LONG AS THE BATTLE REMAINED ON EARTH, THE FIGHT MUST BE FOUGHT BY EARTH'S INHABITANTS.

THE OTHER ANGELS--THE ONES THAT DID NOT FOLLOW THE MORNING STAR AND BE CAST OUT OF HEAVEN--COULD ONLY WAIT AND SEE. IF THE BATTLE SOMEHOW MANAGED TO MAKE ITS WAY ALL THE WAY TO PARADISE, THEN THEY WOULD BE FORCED TO COMBAT. IT HAD BEEN SUCH A LONG TIME SINCE ANY OF THEM HAD TO TRULY FIGHT. THE INSTINCTS AND MILLENNIUMS OF TRAINING DID NOT GO AWAY OVERNIGHT, BUT THEY MAY NOT BE AS READILY PREPARED AS THEY SHOULD.

"URIEL," HE SAID TO HER FROM BEHIND. "YOU MUST REMEMBER EVERYTHING. IT IS THE ONLY WAY TO STAY ALIVE." HE WATCHED HER, THE LOOK ON HER FACE. SHE MUST HAVE THOUGHT SHE IMAGINED HIM THE LAST TIME. THAT WAS NOT THE CASE. HE HAD VERY MUCH BEEN THERE AND WAS MOST DEFINITELY THERE AGAIN, FOR THE MOMENT AT LEAST. HE ALLOWED FOR HIS WINGS TO WRAP AROUND HIMSELF BEFORE DISAPPEARING IN A CLOUD OF BRIGHT LIGHT.

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Name: Melissa Patton
Location: Las Vegas, Nevada: Seedy Motel
Interaction: Hana

Melissa forced herself not to scoff, privately wondering to herself if this woman had escaped from some sort of mental institution. "Leliel? It doesn't ring a bell..." she said, trailing off as if thinking, and then glancing away when Hana asked the next question. 'Lissa's teeth dug into the corner of her mouth and she stared at the arm of her chair for several moments.

She glanced up again at Hana as she began to speak about her pain, going through a cycle of anger, sorrow, anger, and then remorse at her anger, and she finally choked out something barely understandable, the only words that Hana would be able to understand were 'Father' and 'Murdered'.

 

After about a hour of drinking and laughing and just having a good time, Tyson staggered to his apartment. Tyson stood outside his door trying to put his keys in the doorknob to unlock it. "Damnnit just......open." Tyson said as he struggled to open the door. "I shouldn't need keys! It's figgin 2013! We should have flying cars and hand print activated locks, like Back to The Future 2! I should watch those mo-movies again, Michael J. Fox is a treasure." he said as he dropped his keys and picked them up again.
After about 10 minutes of this he finally opens the door. He walks in and places his badge and gun on the nightstand and staggers into his bedroom. He jumps down on the bed with his cloths still on and passes out.