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 Posted: Tue Aug 17, 2010 7:08 pm
((Tis fine, tis fine, I just thought you left me and was about to be very depressed. T^T But I'm glad your back! Sorry to hear about all the problems though confused )) "Yes, connection. It is a lot like that box and moving pictures." He thought a moment and then corrected. "The Television. It must plug in to work, hm? It is rather in like with our minds, however, you cannot fully 'plug in' to another. Just scrape the surface." Then the angel made a frown, reaching over one of his shoulders to tug at something, and there was the rustling of his wings. Finally he plucked a feather from his back and sighed at it, looking a tad irritated - for about the first time. The feather was black, though it seemed a bit disturbed by other means, causing irritation on his shoulder, so he plucked it out and observed the tiny bit of gold fluid at its base. He tossed it over his shoulder where it quickly vanished from sight and continued, following Ryouma around as he cleaned up.
"Suppose I told you that you had the ability to read other human's thoughts? Or feel the conciousness of demons? That is the base of being an enlightened being. I do hope you learn that, for it is very important. You do not want a demon reading your mind while you sit clueless." He abandoned his dogging and instead watched the human. "But if you are truly an Archangel's son, then I'm sure you will catch on quickly."
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Posted: Sat Aug 28, 2010 3:04 pm
((Really really sorry... I wanted to make the post good, so I haven't posted yet, but here it is: ))  Ryouma nodded slightly in understanding, then tilted his head when the Angel frowned. His eyes opened widely for a second when a blackened feather was pulled from Celtran‘s back. He paused his movements when Celtran spoke again, giving the other a glance before finishing up. A look at the clock told him he had to get going if he wanted to be on time to work. He sighed and changed into fresh clothing, all designer brands, and pulled on a loose-fitting leather jacket.
He grabbed his keys, which had been deposited in the key tray near the front door, and his wallet before calling to Celtran that they had to get going now, though it was probably unnecessary. He didn‘t focus on the man‘s face, still embarrassed about the perceived compliment about him being able to catch on quickly. He always did have an easier time than anyone with remembering what he learned whether in school or after. He was able to quickly remember lines for the shows he voice-acted for, and could remember names and faces with relative ease.
Even tennis had been fairly easy for him to learn, and he even joined his middle school tennis team. He hadn‘t been that great at doubles, since it required team work, and he was used to not needing to rely on another. But he was quite talented with singles. Shaking himself from his thoughts, Ryouma focused on his surroundings, worried that another ‘demon‘ would come after him the moment he stepped out of his apartment building.
He knew Celtran was coming with him, even without having to look back and check, but he remembered how much trouble they‘d had last time. They made it to where he left his car with no trouble, though they got a few odd looks on the bus(which he promptly ignored in favour of thinking about what their ‘training‘ that night would entail. He knew that the other didn‘t mean it would be like last night, ah.. He remembered last night vividly. His face reddened slightly at the image of Celtran pumping him to completion.
Again he shook his head to clear the images and thoughts from his head. Since his car was within easy walking distance of the studio, Ryouma left it there and walked to work, Celtran close behind him as a comforting presence.
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Posted: Mon Aug 30, 2010 9:02 pm
Though the ride and walk were uneventful in any occult way, Celtran remained on guard, not wanting to let a demon or other intruder to pierce his mind before he could destroy theirs. Oh yes, he was ready. Ready for anything. He would smite demons, he would fend off angels, he would defend his Ryouma, he could fight off anything, he was ready for--
"Oh, well helloooo! Who is this?"
Celtran blinked, his white eyes showing a bit of surprise at the lady in front of him. They'd just stepped out of that horrid elevator up to the top of Ryouma's work building and were encountered by a woman carrying a small stack of papers. She was tall, not Asian by any means, and had long legs that could kill a man in heels. Which they were in now. The angel was standing behind Ryouma as usual, the bodyguard and whatnot, and when he came into view of the woman, she'd stopped to admire. She was a temp at the building, and her name was Mindy Brazil.
Celtran didn't know what to do when she came up to him and gave a bold look up and down, a smile curling on her lipstick laden lips. "Who is this? Who is this? Hey, do I know you?" A pick-up line Celtran didn't seem to catch.
"Not likely." he responded, wondering if he should talk at all. But she was obviously a lower-classman of this business, not the top stuff like Ryouma. Was it proper to communicate with such a person? Other temps were walking by, various papers and printings in their hands. One with bright red hair - obviously unnatural - was leaning back in his seat, and slammed forward in it when he spotted the short Ryouma and the tall foreigner. This was Nanaou, another temp; though he'd lasted quite a while at the firm, and although he was young and a bit rebellious - an avid partier - he did his work better than most. There were short times where he chatted up with Ryouma when everyone else had escaped his long conversations about rock and his motorcycle.
"OI!" He called across the room and waved his arm in wide archs. After a moment of confusion, Celtran realized the strange gesture was directed at Ryouma and not himself, which he was thankful for. Brazil had given a short wave and meandered off somewhere to put paperwork in, but she hovered close, whispering with another man and glancing back at them. "OOOOIIII!!!" Nanaou shouted again, hands cupped around his mouth, and earned a shaming look from a desk-side coworker.
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Posted: Thu Sep 09, 2010 7:37 pm
Ryouma was amused by the flash of surprise to cross Celtran’s face for a moment, though it was quickly replaced by annoyance at her obvious interest in his Celtran. ”Mindy-san… Please return to your own work and do not pester Celtran.” His glare her way was enough message to anyone who knew him that it would be in their best interest to do as he said. He also turned his glare on the other people who looked like they wanted to get Celtran alone.
His lack of honorific’s with Celtran caught her attention and told her that the two were close enough Ryouma didn’t need honorific’s to address the taller male. Ryouma knew he sounded like a jealous lover, but didn’t care at the moment. Not that he had much time to think on it, with the annoying ‘oi’s’ being sent his way by another temp here.
A vein looked ready to pop as Ryouma sighed in annoyance before moving to talk with Nanaou before the guy knocked something over with his waving ar-… And there, just what he’d predicted would happen when one waves their arms like a maniac in an enclosed space such as the cubicle Nanaou worked at.
Rolling his eyes, Ryouma helped clean up the stack of papers that had been knocked over by a stray arm and glared at the cause of the mess. ”Would you NOT act like a child when you are at work, Nanaou-san?” Ryouma didn’t get much time to speak with him, however, as his boss yelled his name out over the bustle of the office space.
”Echizen-san! You disappeared at an important time for the recording of that anime!!!!! Hurry and get yourself to the recording rooms!” His boss rarely got so angry. He mumbled a ‘later’ to Nanaou and waved in his uncaring way that he had heard his boss(how could he not have, with how loud the man had yelled), and made his way to the recording rooms where he’d been before.
It was likely going to take him more than the usual overtime to make up for missing the last few days. It wasn’t like he could just explain that he’d been attacked by a demon and had needed to rest for those days he’d missed. His boss would likely have him go to a shrink or something. Which was not something he wanted. The last shrink he’d been to see was more terrifying to him than the reason he’d needed to go there in the first place.-Narita Airport, Tokyo, Japan, same time.-A young man stepped into the airport main building and waved a hand in front of his face. ”Atsui.” He complained, though his smirk showed it to be an insincere complaint. A blonde nearly a full foot shorter than him stopped next to him, also wearing a smirk.
”This is nothing, compared to where we’re from though, is it?” He spoke English, though he new Japanese as well. The other male chuckled, ”True… Now where would chibisuke be I wonder?” He spoke more to himself than to his companion. The two had just come in from the States, and though the taller looked like he was Japanese, his shorter companion was clearly a foreigner with his blond hair and blue eyes.
The pair made their way to the baggage claim and found their belongings quickly. They left the airport and saw the taxi driver that held a sign with the taller male’s name on it. After giving directions to the hotel they were staying at to the driver, who was surprised by the foreigners command of Japanese, the taxi pulled out of the airport parking lot and joined the traffic into the main part of the city.
The Japanese male flipped open his designer-class cellphone and stared at the picture set as the background. It was of two boys who looked so alike that it was clear they were brothers. The younger was leaning against the older and sound asleep, while the older was holding a slowly melting ice-cream cone over the boy’s upturned face. He remembered the young boy’s reaction when a cold glop dripped onto his face. It had been priceless.
A soft smile with no malice in it made its way onto his lips at the thoughts of his younger brother, noticed by the blond who sat in a similar position to the younger boy in the photo(only he was awake whereas the boy in the picture had been sleeping). He raised a blond brow but chose not to speak, as it was clear the taller male was reminiscing about happier days and he saw no need to interrupt him for now.
The taxi pulled up to the front of their hotel and they took their luggage out from the back of the cab, paid the man in yen, and brought their things to the check-in counter. A boy who worked there loaded their bags onto a cart-thing and followed them to their room once they had checked in and gotten the keys to their room(they each got their own set). They had the bags place just inside the room and gave the boy a tip and locked the door behind him.
Though he wanted to go out now to find chibisuke, they had some important business to take care of I the bedroom first. He lifted the blond male, who was smirking before he even had the door closed, and carried him into the bedroom for some fun. As requested, it was a one-king-sized-bed room.
”Impatient love?” the blond sneered at him. His response was a feral growl as he proceeded to ravage his smaller lover with all the built-up lust from the trip over.((guess who is making an appearance? And I make a reeeeeeally long post! XD ))
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Posted: Sat Sep 11, 2010 12:18 pm
((YAY! And his demon companion question XD )) "A-but--! Ah, bugga..." Nanaou watched as Ryouma, his favorite voice actor of all time - not that he'd ever tell him - walking briskly away before the temp even got to say what he wanted. Not act like a child? Then who was the one glaring at the ever slutty Brazil when she dare turn her oh-so-European eyes upon the new guy? Nanaou pondered this as he tilted back in his chair and slipped a cigarette behind his ears.
Celtran wasn't one of impatience. He'd seen it before, especially in the anime's Ryouma voiced for, and he was learning how to use it. He wasn't sure if he liked it, however. It left a bad taste in his mouth, a lot like the thought of his wings deteriorating. None the less, he saw plenty of it from the Boss, who paced like a wild beast in a cage as Ryouma - apparently too used to this to let it distract him from his job - continued to turn into an entirely different person for his role. This was fascinating to Celtran, who'd only ever been himself, but was now slowly becoming a human with his personality.
I can't leave you.... I love you! A crass way of putting it, Celtran thought, as he watched the woman of the anime profess her deep love for Ryouma's character. Though apparently it was not meant to be.
You're crazy, Mito! You're married! Ugh, more adultury and blasphemy.
I don't care! I'll-I'll kill Kentou if you'll be with me! Murder was second nature then? Alright....
Do you hear yourself?! You're talking like a mad woman! Celtran nodded and nodded, eyes closing as his erected thumb pressed against his lips from the side.
"Eh.... So you're like, Russian, or something, right? Celtran opened his eyes to see one of the sound byte directors was talking to him, one of the bulbs of his bulky headphones off his right ear as he looked up past his glasses at the Angel. Celtran frowned.
"Russian. A human of paler skin than this, due to their climate." he answered in a half sentence, looking back through the glass at Ryouma. The short, balding sound tester wiggled his mouth, which harbored a failing bi-mustache. He clicked a few sound effect buttons and continued to stare at Celtran.
"Right. Then you're from the hot country." he deducted and Celtran leisurely turned his gaze over once more. Though he wasn't annoyed; again, not so impatient but starting to understand it.
"That's a valid statement to assume." he responded.
"But you aren't?"
"But I'm not. That is correct."
"Why are you in Japan, man?" the sound tester continued. He smiled then, as if he knew something. Just rumors, in reality, but doesn't one always think they know something the other doesn't? "Staying at Ryouma-san's house?"
Finally, Celtran let his newly learned skill come around and his face hardened with annoyance. His eyes narrowed through the glass and he tapped his front teeth together. His white eyes flashed of a short glow and his voice became ultimately commanding as they seeped into the human next to him. "Forget your questions. Stop speaking to me, ignore me, get back to your work and then go home and try to ponder why you ask so many questions." And the sound director did just that, turning his momentarily blank stare back at what was going on in the studio before going about his business as if nothing had happened at all.
When Ryouma was allowed a break, Celtran had by then bewitched the entire sound studio where he stood to ignore him completely except to tell him how to work the soda machine.
"Ryouma-san." Celtran nodded, holding a grape flavoured drink out to the short Japanese man. The taller being gave him one of his usually blank expressions, but his eyes told the human he was at least enjoying himself, and tilted his head a bit while he leaned towards one hip while his loose leg itched at his other heel a bit. Naturally cool in his movements, he gave off an even more laid-back demeanor this day, sensing no occult activity about and feeling a bit better now that the humans in the sound room left him alone. "You sound good."
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Posted: Thu Sep 16, 2010 3:56 pm
Ryouma finished the recording of that part and shook hands with the woman who had voiced Mito, Shirako Kiyuki-san, who was a senpai of his (having been in the business for a year or so longer than him). He grabbed his bottled water and took a good swig of it as he exited the voice recording room. His boss was waiting for him as he exited, looking slightly appeased by his hard work.
”Don’t you go taking more than a day off without telling me ahead of time.” The 40-some-years-old man told him. He smirked before replying,
”But I did tell you, you must have forgotten about it, ossan.” Which left the man red-faced in anger (not enough to harm Ryouma’s job any) as he walked over to Celtran with a smirk still present. He saw the grape ponta held in Celtran’s outstretched hand and the grin turned into a happy one before he wiped his facial expression.
”Arigatou.” He said in thanks for the drink. The compliment, however, coming from Celtran as it was, made him blush. He pulled his cap down lower over his face to try hiding it. ”Betsuni..” He mumbled.
After his break they would continue recording a different scene; One that was originally going to be recorded before the scene between his character and Shirako-san’s, but because of his unscheduled personal days (two of them), they had had to record the scene they just finished first. Kiyuki-san had another job that she would need a few weeks for, so her scenes were taken care of first, then her scenes with him.
She had already packed up her things and had left by the time Ryouma continued working. The change between him and his character was astounding, even those who were used to working with him were awed by how much he could get into a role, even one that was the opposite of his personality.~The Prince Park Tower Tokyo~The two finished cleaning up their room, the smaller of the two looking fairly disheveled. He wasn’t limping, already healed thanks to not being human. ”So.. How do you plan on finding him?””It isn’t like he’s hard to find. He’s a voice actor like the old man was - And the old man’s even his manager! All I need is to find where the name Echizen is well-known… We could also try doing that thing you were doing when you found me… What had you called it?””Angel-Scrying.””Yeah that.. It’s like Angel GPS, right?” The blond rolled his eyes but nodded at the comparison, as it was the closest the human - or rather, the once-human - could get to remembering it. The taller male often used modern-tech to compare things he showed him. It was only to be expected of one born with technology developing so much in so short a time. It had been pure luck on his part that brought the two together. He had been practicing the angel-scrying under his fathers instruction (though the man was drunk on hell-fire whiskey) and had gotten a small reaction. It was small enough that it had to be a half-angel, but what he’d found when he went to check it out was amazing. He still wouldn’t be able to believe it if the evidence wasn’t staring him in the face like he was now. He took out some of the things from their travel bags and set up the scrying circle. Standing in the pentacle, he gave Ryouga a silent message to stay absolutely still and silent, for it would interfere with the spell, as Ryouga still had enough angelic energy that it would react in this close proximity. He spoke the words in demon-tongue, closed his eyes and sent out his consciousness. He could see the whole of Tokyo like this, and…. There was huge reaction, more than had it been just a normal half-angel like Ryouga’s younger brother. The angelic power was concentrated not far from their hotel, and it was too powerful to be normal half-angel energy…. Unless the angelic energy had been awoken by the presence of his angel. Kevin cursed loudly in demon-tongue as he returned to his body and opened his eyes. Ryouga was about to ask when he held up a hand to stop him. ”Your brother seems to have found his Angel, or his angel found him anyway. His powers are awakened but hopefully uncontrolled.” Ryouga cursed, in English as he still wasn’t very good with the demon’s tongue, and asked what they should do next. ”Next we move to another location. The Angel probably felt me scrying for them.” With that Kevin cleared away the pentacle and returned the materials for the scrying to the bag they had come from. ”And we need to leave because? Is he going to come after us or get chibisuke away from where they were?” Kevin paused, contemplating Ryouga’s words. His eyes widened in realization and he cursed again, this time using a human swear word that he rather liked. The blond sat down on the bed, Ryouga moved to sit beside him. ”Lets go check out that location that you scried, okay? If they are there…well we’ll figure it out then. If not, then we can find out where Chibisuke lives from someone that works there and pay him a visit. And hey, it’s not certain that an angel is really there with him, maybe it just randomly awakened. If that’s the case then we can help him figure out this thing while converting his power to demonic energy.”Ryouga was smart, for a human.. Kevin nodded and the two changed into designer-brand clothes, Kevin with black, red, and gold as the color scheme, Ryouga with dark blue, black, and silver as his color scheme. They looked like models, and they were, though they wouldn’t be known in Japan. ((I think Celtran and Ryouma should run into them, though it’s okay to have them not run into each other immediately as well..))
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Posted: Thu Sep 16, 2010 6:00 pm
((Sorry it took so long. I was in mid post when you messaged. I've been trying to get work done while replying, sorry.))
Celtran enjoyed his little break with Ryouma before the human (technical human) had to return to the studio and finish up for the night. In the mean time, Celtran avoided most of the workers (they all seemed to have so many questions) and fed his new addiction to this strange thing called Soda. Well, in any case, he couldn't get cavities.
Nanaou had apparently finished his work at nine that night, and by that time, most people were gone. Seeing Celtran sitting on the hall bench, waiting patiently for Ryouma, he gave a giant grin and slid his way up beside the man. "Wanna smoke? he asked, pulling a cigarette out from behind his ear. He gave two quick winks and nudged the angel with his elbow. "Ya look like you could use one. Maybe a dozen. That skin o yours is making me itchy. It's too clean. C'mon, mess it up a bit with a cancer stick."
Celtran was utterly confused by the outlandish blabber that was being spewed his way and eyed the small white object in the other's hand. "Smoke. I do not believe so." he replied with a frown and Nanaou shrugged, placing it back behind his ear, for there was no smoking in the building (though it was a surprise he was abiding by the rules now, for he oft didn't). "Fine, fine." he said passively and leaned back against the wall, arms folded behind his head. Celtran was a little miffed when he saw that this young man, who ever he was, had metal of some sort in his face.
"What is that? he asked.
"M'lip ring." Nanaou replied, giving Celtran a strange look. He ignored that oddity and went right along into his objective. "M'kay, dude. Whatever your name is--"
"Celtran."
"Yeah, Celtran, whatever. You hanging out with Ryouma-san, right?" Before Celtran could answer, the japanese fellow continued. "Cos I got this idea, see, this good idea. I gotta just ask you twos if you'll--"
Celtran jerked his head suddenly, and his ears began to ring. Nanaou's words blurbed out of focus and Celtran's white eyes widened considerably. That.... feeling. Celtran slid from the seat, and his hand hovered over one of his ears. He needed to concentrate. But it had been so long since he expirienced any scrying, recieving end especially. If only he could reverse the.... "A-ahah...." Celtran was straining, trying his best to turn the mirror of the scrying on the other, so that he may see instead, but whomever was trying to see him was powerful. He clenched his teeth in concentration, and after a second, everything stopped. The scryer had withdrawn.
Nanaou was staring at Celtran crouched on the floor, gripping his head. He blinked a few times, since asking what was wrong obviously hadn't gotten through to the strange acting man, and after Celtran's eyes opened again, Nanaou gave a low whistle. "Boy are you weird." And just then, Ryouma and the sound directors came out, finally finished up. Strange that they should find a wide-eyed Nanaou and that strange foreigner on the floor like someone punched him.
((right, right. And Angels are going to be coming down to try and take Celtran back, and to especially swipe Ryouma's memories and everyone else that has seen Celtran, so Ryouga and his demon can be the 'arch enemies' while the angels just random fights at random intervals for them to deal with.))
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Posted: Thu Sep 16, 2010 7:21 pm
Ryouma exited the recording room only to see Celtran crouched on the floor like he'd been hit by someone. The boss and others who were a little behind him were shocked into immobility where they stood, but he rushed forward to help Celtran stand back up.
"Celtran, what's wrong? Are there more on the way?" He asked, referring to demons like the one that had attacked them the day before he took time off. He hadn't felt the scrying as Celtran had, so he didn't know what was wrong with Celtran.The pair made their way to the studio quickly, too fast for humans to really see them. They also used their powers to make themselves "invisible" to the human eye. 'Sometimes, being a fallen half-angel has its perks.' the taller thought with a smirk.
The blond noticed this and also smirked, knowing what his partner and lover was thinking. He agreed too. Being a demon was by far better than being a weak human, though he'd never had to live as a human, so he wouldn't know what human life was like aside from what he saw while living among them.
They arrived at the entrance and stopped, merely standing outside as Kevin sent out his awareness to try finding if the angelic power was still there. He needn't try too hard, as it was much stronger and noticeable up close.
"They're here.. and it is definitely two. Your brother is indeed guarded by his Angel, though I'm not sure for how long." He glowered up at the building, then up at the sky. "They certainly will try to retrieve the angel and wipe anyone's memory that is connected to him. Including your brother... They may even kill him for being a half-angel "abomination"."
With no more words exchanged between the two, none were necessary for how closely they were linked to each other, they entered the building and Ryouga made his way to the reception desk. The lady there looked stunned for a moment, as though thinking she was seeing things, then she smiled and asked if she could help with anything.
He knew she wanted to ask if he was related to Echizen, since the family resemblance between the brothers was remarkable, even to the point that people thought they were twins before Ryouga grew so much taller than Ryouma.
"Yes, I was wondering if Ryouma or Echizen Nanjiroh were still around?" He spoke flawless Japanese, and pretended to flirt with the woman, who was clearly a fan of his otouto's judging by her reaction to an older version.
She nodded that yes Ryouma was, left speechless and flustered, and he thanked her and asked where Ryouma would be. She said that he would likely be doing overtime in the recording rooms, near the top floor. He glanced at Kevin, who nodded and confirmed that they were near the top of the building.((KK, though maybe the two won't be bad at the end of it? Only for a little while? And this was all I could come up with... much shorter than the last post or two.. but still long-ish))
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Posted: Fri Sep 17, 2010 3:59 pm
Celtran stood as quick as he could, recovering from the strike-fast force of the scrying. "They're here," he uttered quickly, ignoring all else but Ryouma. "In the building." He had to protect Ryouma. At all costs. It was a demon again, though this time it was far stronger. Way too strong. And there was a human with it, a powerful human. Must be a counterpart. Damned it all.
Celtran was up and ready faster than anyone could see or feel. His energy shot out like a blazing sun and his skin took a luminescence of a fireball like it had just been a lightbulb clicked on. His white eyes, glowing, shot back and forth, though they were seeing past the walls. Seeing through them. He could sense the two rising in the building, heading directly to this floor. There was only one thing they could be after. "Ryouma." he said, voice direct. "You need to concentrate."
Taking the human's hand, he pulled Ryouma away from the others, who were flabbergasted at how this man had so suddenly changed in a way they couldn't wrap their mortal minds around, and started for where he knew the stairs were. Ryouma had pointed them out at one time, saying that if he didn't want to take that 'dreaded elevator', then to use the stairs. "Try to feel your energy. We're going to need the power." But just as the stair door came into sight, Celtran stopped. It was too late. The others had already arrived. Immediately, he thought of the windows. He'd hate to do it, but would be the only escape route in a desperate emergency. Standing in front of Ryouma, Celtran opened and closed his weilding hand at his side, waiting for the door to open and reveal the intruders.
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Posted: Mon Sep 20, 2010 2:12 pm
 Ryouga and Kevin both felt the angel releasing energy, and though Ryouga was able to stand it, Kevin had to grit his teeth at the level of angelic energy. The sight they were met with when they reached Ryouma’s floor was one they had sort of expected, though not really thought they would need to worry about. A very ready-to-fight angel standing between them and…
”Chibisuke! Osashiburi! How’s my kawaii otouto? The old man still a lazy perv?” Ryouga was moving forward, seemingly just to get close to his younger brother, but also to get between Kevin and the Angel that looked ready to kill for Ryouma’s sake. Ryouma looked like he had when he was a teen, only a slight difference in the shade of their eyes, which was close enough to be mistaken as the same shade in certain lighting, such as now.
Ryouga was also a lot taller than Ryouma and was more tanned, having lived in sunny LA and Miami for the last ten years or so (moving back and forth between the two large houses he owned in both states). Ryouga turned his attention to the angel for seemingly the first time, as though just noticing him. ”Ara, has chibisuke found a lover? or just a bodyguard? With all the fans I’d imagine him to have it is understandable.. Yes.
“Good evening, good sir. I am Echizen Ryouga, Ryouma no aniki. Hajemimashita.” Ryouga smirked and mocked bowed, though to the normal humans the actions seemed nothing less than friendly ”This is my koibito, Kevin Smith… or, in Japanese he’d be introduced as Smith Kevin… though that sounds odd..” He mused out loud, facial expressions moving fluidly between the most appropriate for each part of his little speech. ”Yes, introducing him as Kevin Smith sounds much better.” Ryouga proclaimed, smiling slightly sinisterly.
Kevin, meanwhile, was rolling his eyes at the theatrics of Ryouga’s performance. ”Shut up already, baka-Ryou. As he said, you can call me Kevin Smith. Pleasure to meet you, [Angel who has fallen].” the last was spoken in the tongue angels and demons generally spoke among their own kind.Ryouma followed Celtran unquestioningly, barely able to sense the demon’s that Celtran was trying to protect him from. When Celtran stopped suddenly, he ran into the taller males back. He frowned and was about to ask why he stopped, but the sound of a door opening before them stopped him cold. The enemies were already at their floor.
He looked back at his boss and the innocent workers still on this floor of the building, and all those on floors below who might be harmed should a fight ensue while they were within the building. Ryouma was about to tell them to get away, when a familiar nickname drew his attention away from others and to the two that blocked the stairway out of the building.
’Chibisuke… I haven’t heard that since….’ As the same voice introduced himself as Ryouga, Ryouma stepped around Celtran and got his first glimpse of the two ‘demons’. There stood an older-looking version of himself and a blond of similar height to himself. His olive-gold eyes opened widely as his mouth opened in a silent ‘O’.
”Ryouga-nii? Wha-What are you doing in Japan? I-I thought you never w-wanted to see any of us again after mom died…” His throat closed up and he couldn’t speak anymore. His brother, whom he had been so worried about, was in front of him. Alive. Well. Err, well.. He was alive at least, and not in bad health it seemed. Even if, at the moment, he seemed to have become paired with a demon. And Ryouma could tell that this Kevin fellow was not human, nor was he an Angel. That only left demon.
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Posted: Thu Sep 23, 2010 7:11 pm
Celtran was tensed and centered his eyes on where the door opened, but was shocked when he came to see that Ryouma was standing before him, next to a demon. But it was not Ryouma, this new person had different eyes and his face was a little thinner. He was older.
This was the brother that Ryouma spoke of.
Another half angel.
He tensed more because it was appropriate to do so, for he'd not expected this. Though Ryouma and Ryouga were brothers, Celtran hadn't found anything familiar in his energy. Well, it was obvious why now that they'd shown their faces: Ryouga had a demon counterpart. How unfortunate. Celtran felt his golden heart sink. This was not good.
Though Ryouga seemed all sorts of pleasant and polite and nice, Celtran was still wary. Ryouga had a demon. It was reason enough for him to be suspicious and untrusting. When Kevin spoke in the Tongue, Celtran felt his eyes withdrawing, narrowing in a way that was quite a bit less that the most improper manners. Those white irises and their black pupils dilated into tiny orbs of a fiery malcontent for the demon and despite his relation to Ryouma, Ryouga. If anything, the other human's kind gestures only made him take another step in front of Ryouma.
"[Demon.]" he uttered with absolute abhorrence and he could feel his dying wings aching to break free from his back. He diagnosed his options again; the windows, the stairs, the elevators. They seemed to be the only options other than blasting a hole in the building and leaping out it, but that was only for a last resort. He still didnt' want to draw attention to himself lest it bring Heaven to them faster. "[Ryouma-san, he speaks highly of you.]" He said in Japanese to Ryouga, still standing defensively before his own counterpart. His own hackles were already rising, for he wasn't going to let anything sneak up on him again, not like the last demon. "[But I see you've met with a demon. Unfortunate.]"
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Posted: Sun Sep 26, 2010 3:00 pm
((sorry for not posting... wasn't able to think of a reply or focus enough to think of one...))
Ryouga frowned slightly when the angel said it was unfortunate that he was with a demon. "What is unfortunate was that it was a demon that had to save me. Isn't that an Angel's job?" He admits that he felt happy that Ryouma had spoken of him and that it was in a positive light. But now was not the time for such thoughts. He wanted to avoid fighting his brother and the angel, especially in so public a location.
He restrained his lover when the blond looked ready to fling a curse towards the angel. Neither of them made any moves to cause the angel to flee with Ryouma, Kevin understanding that Ryouga wanted to avoid harming his brother. It was a human thing, this wanting to protect Ryouma, but Kevin saw it not as weakness, but as a kind of strength of Ryouga's.
Ryouma frowned up at Celtran's back as the other once more got between him and his older brother, whom he hadn't seen since their mother had died. He moved around Celtran walked walked towards his brother, slightly cautious though because of the demon and his memory of the last demon he'd met.
Kevin snorted at the expression on Ryouma's face as the human half-angel came closer despite the angel's actions to keep them apart. It was clear that Ryouma had had a past meeting with a demon and it hadn't been pleasant.
"Don't worry, human. I'm on a different level than whatever lowly-demon you'd run into before. A Demon Lord." He left out that he was still only the son and heir of a demon lord and not one himself as his father was still around.
Ryouma flinched when the blond demon spoke of his last demonic encounter. He hadn't realized it showed clearly on his face. But he was soon close enough to hug his brother, and he didn't. He would wait and see what Ryouga had in mind. The second he felt danger, he would jump back and run towards Celtran's protective form.
Ryouga watched with a look akin to wonder and surprise as Ryouma moved forward of his own free will and volition. When Ryouma stopped inches from him and looked afraid of being suddenly attacked or something, Ryouga felt some of the love he held for his family returning. He knelt down and wrapped Ryouma in his arms, whispering,
"I missed you, chibisuke," breath ghosting over Ryouma's ear and moving his hair slightly. Kevin merely stood there looking bored and as nonthreatening as possible. He too didn't feel up to engaging in battle with an Angel, energy still drained from the scrying and the jet-lag. He even chose to pretend to inspect his hands and nails as though looking for dirt under the nails.
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Posted: Mon Sep 27, 2010 10:21 am
((That's alright. I was gone all weekend for portfolio day anyway.)) There was surprise that visibly showed in Celtran's energy at Ryouma's defiance of his protection and bold display of such affections for the other. But if forced Celtran to step down, for he could not get used to disobeying Ryouma's decisions nor could he doubt them. He had to trust Ryouma entirely for them to be one in the future, and despite his absolute distrust and dislike for the demon and his steadily growing suspicion of Ryouga, he did not allow himself to move again.
At this point, some of Ryouma's remaining co-workers had stopped, which included Nanaou and one of the sound directors. The others had passed without sensing the occult or heavenly energy that was shocking the air and feeding off the oxygen, but it seemed like the other two left were frozen with confusion. Made sense. Celtran figured they could feel it and since they hadn't been subjected to such levels, their human understanding of it was lacking and causing them to falter. For them, and them alone - it had nothing to do with trust of the new people - he dropped his energy level and settled to a good median.
For the moment where brother and brother reuinited, Celtran remained silent. It would not be proper of him to demand what the demon and his counterpart wanted while Ryouma was clearly emotionally blocked. He himself could feel a bit of the swirling affection in his own chest, making it warm in the way he felt when he looked at Ryouma, however it was for the other human. He didn't like it, but he had to settle with it, for he'd be taking up many of his counterpart's emotions when they were finally one unit. But for the moment, he simply stood - still a bit defensively, mind - and watched. His adulation towards Ryouma was secure, but his brother was a different matter.
A voice interrupted his thoughts as Nanaou stepped forward and looked at the two brothers. "[Arema!]" he exlaimed. "[Namusanbou, is that your brother, Ryouma-san!?]" And suddenly the human was practically on the ground, fawning over the two and rambling about how they could be collectors items and were his favorite pair ever. ((Eh, shitty. I'mtired. D: ))
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Posted: Tue Sep 28, 2010 11:39 pm
Ryouma stepped back when his brother released him, feeling embarrassed over the emotional display he'd put on because of his brother showing up. Coworkers were looking at him like they thought he'd been taken over by aliens because Ryouma did NOT do emotional!Before Ryouma could reply to the red-head's question, Ryouga cut him off and stuck out a hand to shake with the male. "That's correct. Nice to-" Before he could finish, though, the man was gushing about how awesome the two brothers were and something about them being collectors items.
The taller version of Ryouma could only blink dumbly, and here Kevin would remark that everything Ryouga did showed a lack of greater intelligence (though he'd sound affectionate as well), then laugh loudly at the near worship the man was bestowing on the Echizen kyoudai[[brothers]]. Kevin looked less-than-amused that Ryouga was being clung to like that, and that could turn ugly.
Ryouga shot Kevin a look that said not to cause any trouble in public, especially without wards up to keep the demonic energy from detection by their enemies, namely heaven's angels. Still, though the energy lessened, it still swirled in a jealous manner.((all I could come up with... T-T tired and head hurtz - *collapses in bed with laptop on lap* ))
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Posted: Thu Sep 30, 2010 10:01 am
(No, no, it's fine.) "Hoooomigod, this is so epic!! So ******** epic! Like two epics got together and-" Nanaou made a crude gesture with his hand. <********> As far as the red head was concerned, he was off the clock, and this allowed him to do as he pleased. Though he was still in the building, Nanaou had an amazingly insane habit of making his own rules and somehow keeping his job. At this point, however, there was no returning for the japanese human was absolutely gaga over the twin-like brothers.
Celtran felt that newly habitated annoyance creep back into his system as the metal-mouthed human rambled on like a hyperactive circus bear, and stepped forward. In a swipe of his big hand, Celtran lifted the Japanese man off his knees and roughly stood him up. He needn't spew a warning, for his white eyes narrowed severely and for a moment Nanaou was stiff as a board, eyes wide and the color having fallen from his face.
"Aya... Oi...." Was all the redhead said and glanced at Ryouma. Then the moment of fear was gone - much to Celtran's disappointment - in a flash and he tsked at the Angel, shaking his dyed head. "Down, dog, down." he said, and dusted the place on his jacket where Celtran had heaved him upward. "Well... Anyway, Ryouma-san," He suddenly turned as professional as any other worker, trying to look overly mature before his hero voice actor. He huffed once more at the angel. "I'll be off now. But I still wanna talk to you. We got this party on Saturday--" The rest was just wild gesticulations and blabbing, and Celtran had about had it. FInally the redhead left and Celtran, already peeved, looked intensely at the last two remaining. Ryouga and his demon.
"What is it that you are here for?" he said, voice deep and serious. He was done playing around and didn't much like that demon standing so close to his Ryouma.
((Bleh))
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