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 Posted: Wed Sep 06, 2006 12:29 pm
Azreal raised an eye brow, looking at him disaprooving. Just like Seymor... the angel thought to herself. She remeberd in a flash that child, the havoc he raised, all because he was afraid of being bullied. Azreal obviously set him straight, when no one else could.
She straightend herself us, flicking her purple hair back as she approached him slowly and calmy. The breee he had left hehind flutterd her dress, releavling a glimpse of her pale skin.
"May I ask? What's in it for you, when you cause havoc?"
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Posted: Wed Sep 06, 2006 2:54 pm
What's in it for him? Oh, that brings an even bigger grin to his face as he leans against that cavern wall. What's in it for him indeed! Well, you couldn't be expected to know. Most angels, even older ones, had very little experience with Djinni. True, he was a type of demon, but his kind were a type of demon that was never an angel. They'd been an experiment in creating life from elements besides earth. Jinns were spirits, like Angels, only more mortal in nature, like Adam and Lilith had been. The first man and woman, born from the elements themselves. Those who fell became Majinn, demonic Jinn. Unlike angels however, Jinn were highly individualistic; they had no real leader they answered to by name. Various caliphs and other hierarchic leaders ruled over certain tribes and cities in their home realm.
"What's in it for me..? The ability to cause havoc for its own sake is what's in it for me. The feelins, the look on someone's face..the emotions that fly when someone realizes they've been tricked. The best part of a prank is watchin' it go off. Haven't you ever wanted to do somethin' mischievous, or sadistic just once, to counterbalance your gentility? Haven't you ever wanted to get one over on someone stoic or montonous, just because you could? It's the exhileration o' the hunt, the snare o' the trap..it's that feeling, the look on their face..like that look humans get, after they open the door the first time, when their pets tear up their furniture while they ain't home. The smug look o' that cat. That's my look. If I don't cause trouble, I get to feelin' real bored, missy, and then I get dangerous.."
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Posted: Thu Sep 07, 2006 10:19 am
Azreal nodded. Understanding clearly. That was what she was good at anyways. What she exsisted for. That was her strongest gift. God apointed her to guide children who had troublesome, before she could even guide herself. This angel had to put aside her own life and care for others. Now it was a growing habit, she has never had the chance to take care of her own life.
Azreal look more calm steps closer, her eyes firml and calmy set on him. "Maby you should find some constructive that interests you, rather than distructive." The angel suggested, expecting another smart comment back.
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Posted: Thu Sep 07, 2006 8:18 pm
He actually just shrugs, and while the smile doesn't disappear, it's almost like he's a little more serious for just a moment when next he speaks. The tone of his voice goes from that slightly higher, sarcastic tone to a softer, more serious tone..
"Ain't nothin' contstructive for someone like me. Everyone has their part to play. You of all people oughtta know that. Havoc, mischief, chaos and grief are things I'm good at. You gotta do what you're good at, what you know and what you like. If it weren't for those like me, all o' you angels would be out of a job and you know it. God didn't make some angels able to fight because he thought it would be a "Nice Precaution". Azazel may have taught man the art of war, and women the arts of vanity and been punished for it, but it had to come from somewhere, and if all traits inherent in the angels and man are inherent in God too, it means he's a vicious, overbearing, tyrannical vain old b*****d. I'd rather serve Chaos and be free than deal with someone that pompous. Lucifer's full o' faults too, but at least with devils like me, he's honest about what he is. All you ever get out o' God is "I am who I am". That ain't no reason for nothin'.."
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Posted: Fri Sep 08, 2006 11:32 am
((Sorry but I can't write to the ammount as you.)) The angel nodded more. You'd think by her job she'd get neck ache. She then spoke with a serious tone, yet still understanding.
"I didn't mean for the better of everyone else. I meant for the better of yourself." Azreal turned and began leaving the vault. The wind once again ruffled her hair and dress. Then she turned and took once last looked at Celeritas, "One day, Sir, you will find your match and you'll want to change your ways." She then turned and proceeded on her way out.
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Posted: Fri Sep 08, 2006 3:19 pm
((You'll get used to it, I write too much. XD))
He doesn't say anything to that. But his mood kind of got killed. He sighs, still smiling, and pops his neck from side to side. His messing around hadn't attracted Jaras, so there was really no point in remaining. Celeritas heads slowly back the way he came..decided to enjoy the walk instead of moving at high speed. His match? Ha. Nobody could match his speed. He wasn't much of a fighter, but when it came to moving fast, there was nothing like him. He was one of a kind.
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