Angelus/Everto Quero (RPG thread)

[Nefieslab]

Azrael waved off Balan's rant,

"Actually, I'm an angel. I was apparently given... this as a 'reward'." he spat out the word 'this' as he gestured at himself, "And as a neutral element I serve only the fragile balance. Not the underworld. Not heaven."

He sighed, running a hand through his hair,

"But we're all going to have to get along, for now at least. After all..." he pulled out a chair and gestured for Lilith to sit, "We are going to be chasing the same goal."

[SoNickSays...]

Balan shot the Archangel a scowl, before gazing through a wall with boredom.

"You are the Demon Lord of Hate. Whether you have other titles or not does not matter. You hold a Demonic title. As for getting along... I fail to see why that is absolutely necessary. This is yet another task, and therefore making friends holds little interest for me."

[Mistique]

Lilith sat down slowely in the chair that Azrael had pulled out. “Thank you.”

She watched the interaction between the two men and decided to stay out of it for the time being. Lilith didn’t imagine that it would be a problem getting along with Azrael and for the time being she felt the same about Balan, although she doubted that the feeling was mutual. His rudeness had annoyed her, but it had been easy to ignore. If he continued though that would get harder as Lilith’s anger flared up easily and no ‘shared goal’ could stop that.

[Nefieslab]

Azrael sighed a little, running his fingers through his hair again in frustration,

"Give me strength..." he muttered, his head inclined upwards. With a low growl he began to stalk back to his seat, his wings beating behind him in frustration. Finding his wings in such a state, Azrael stood next to his chair and tried to calm down. He closed his eyes, "No one said anything about friendship Balan. It's about efficiency. Pull in the same direction as others and more force is exerted in that direction. Simple."

[SoNickSays...]

Balan let out a low chuckle at the Archangel's short prayer, before looking down to his hands as if they were the most interesting thing he had seen since he had arrived in the tower.

"I will ensure efficiency is ninety-nine percent, if the task requires such. I have only ever had to do that once, Azrael, therefore I am doubtful this task will warrant full exertion from us. Wake me up should it turn out to be of some importance."

With the final words, Balan shut his eyes and let his body visibly relax, staying absolutely conscious though from the outside looking as if in a deep sleep.

[Nefieslab]

Azrael ran his fingers through his hair again. He stopped when he realised that he'd done so often since he'd first arrived in the tower. It was becoming a little bit of a tell where his frustration was concerned. Instead his wings fluttered slightly. He rubbed the bridge of his nose,

"Why is it the smart ones that are always totally insufferable?" he asked himself in a low voice, not caring if Balan did hear him. He sat upright, "I think we're one short but she's probably already been filled in. She always seems to be the one with the answers..."

He pulled his sword from it's position, embedded in the table,

"As you both know, there have been several unexplained deaths within both the higher ranks of Heaven and the Lords of Hell. It is in fact, the reason why I am here now." he looked at both Balan and Lilith, "And why you two will assist me. We're going to find out who has been killing our bethren. And we will exact the vengence of the Torah. An eye for an eye."

[Mistique]

Lilith had followed the conversation between Azrael and Balan with some amusement. The archangel sure did seem to get frustrated easily and often. She had to agree with Balan though; they did not need to get along to complete the task. It would be asking too much as Demon's weren't exeacly known for their cuddly ways.

Lilith looked at the sword as Azrael took it from the table. It was beautiful for sure, but she didn't like weapons much. They had a way of making her feel unsafe and that was a feeling she did not appreciate. In her mind she called Cali and listened closely to what Azrael said. "So, we get to kill right?" Lilith smiled pleased.

[SoNickSays...]

Balan's eyes opened at the sound of metal sliding from the table. He watched the sword for a moment, admiring the simple beauty of metal, before finally turning to Azrael to give him his full attention, not playing a bored face (instead keeping a completely neutral expression).

"We have been chosen for a reason. We will all play parts. You are... most definitely the killer. Possibly this other women yet to arrive, too," Balan's eyes flickered to Lilith, but he did not turn his head to her, "I do not know what this one enjoys doing. However, I will have you know now that I do not enjoy hunting and killing. I will use violence to resolve an issue or if I need to defend. Exacting revenge is also acceptable, but that should be obvious. I will help with all my mind in finding the - I believe the modern phrase is 'trigger-happy' - young murderers though. You have my word, Azrael, that I will cooperate. Do not expect me to be comfortable in your company, especially when you can make snide remarks while my eyes are closed rather than speaking them to my face."

Balan rested in silence, before turning to regard Lilith with an inquisitive expression, not looking at her body in the lustful gaze most men (and women) give her.

[Nefieslab]

So, we get to kill right?

Azrael raised an eyebrow at the lusty demoness,

"I didn't take you for the killing type Lilith. You seemed to me, if you pardon the terrible simplification, to be a lover and not a fighter." he chuckled lightly to himself as he shook his head lightly. As he listened to Balan speak he nodded to himself before chuckling again,

"Where are my manners... I haven't told you the name of the other woman who is set to join us." he gave Balan an even look, "Michael will be soon enough. She is presently otherwise occupied however."

Do not expect me to be comfortable in your company, especially when you can make snide remarks while my eyes are closed rather than speaking them to my face

Azrael felt himself growl from deep in his chest and had to resist the urge to bury his sword in Balan's chest. He took a deep breath,

"That sounded like you were acusing me of a certain level of cowardice. Please refrain from doing so in the future. Unless you want to try and exist without your head attached to your body."

[Mistique]

“I am not the fighting type, Lord Azrael. You are right.” Lilith smiled as she simply liked the way that Azrael made the word lover sound. “There are however more ways to die than one. A seductive woman, a lover, can do more damage than your sword can.”

Lilith turned to looked into Balan’s eyes. She was used to being stared at by men craving her body like a hunger they could not control, but for reasons Lilith didn’t understand she liked it that she did not see that in Balan’s eyes. “This one” she said using his words “enjoys playing with desires and cravings of others, any kind really. You have them too. I don’t know you well enough to presume to know them, but they exist.”

She listened to Azrael’s voice and studied him closely as he spoke to Balan about what he took to be an accusation. She smiled, but said nothing. The young archangel’s emotions seem so close to the service and so hard for him to control. She had no doubt that he had quite a number of desires and they would probably not be all that hard to activate. Since at the moment though they were on the same side she wasn’t going to do that.

Lilith could sense that Cali was nearby and got up and walked to a corner the room. She reached out with her hand and let the python slide up her arm and around her chest until the head of the animal rested in her neck. Lilith smiled and returned to her seat.

[Renos Babe]

(There you go Nefi, hope it's okay for a start)
Micheal walked threw the city of Des as quickly as she could manage, she was in a foul mood as it was and it wasn't helping that by every passing second she was getting later and later, how can she expect people to show her respect when seh can't even get their on time. Her posture was almost stiff her shoulders back, her wings tucked tightly against her back as she finally made it to the tower where the meeting was going to be held. As quickly as she could remaining composed she made her way up the stairs and to the room, knocking on the door and awaiting an answer.

[Nefieslab]

There are however more ways to die than one. A seductive woman, a lover, can do more damage than your sword can.

Azrael raised an eyebrow at the tone of her voice but didn't exactly disapprove,

"In the coming days we shall see if that is true." he replied before watching as she retrieved her pet snake, "Strange, I didn't think you'd like snakes."

The knock came from the 'door' section of the opening wall and Azrael stood up from his chair quickly, his wings fluttering excitedly behind him,

"It's her!" he said to himself, grinning from ear to ear, "Come on in then, we won't bite."

[SoNickSays...]

[I'm going to be away from the Internet for about a week. Feel free to assume Balan is sat grumpily, looking bored and making the odd intelligent remark. ]

[Nefieslab]

[Mkay, we're also waiting for Renos to have time and better internet connection

[Renos Babe]

Micheal walked into the room and nodded her greetings to the three seated in their making sure to make her nod towards the lady of lust as short as possible to avoid lingering on her fine form. The other two however she took a short time to observe the demon Balan seemed to be mad or grumpy Micheal shook her head slightly as she turned to Azeral, "I must appologise for my tardyness, Gabriel kept me as he was informing me just how important this was, he also asked me to remind you to watch your emotions Azeral" Her voice was calm cool and collected, with a slight air of cockyness that was completely unitentional.