Aegis (joining closed!)

[Scripted Away]

Rachel took his hand and smirked. "Alrighty, but if it's something bad, be prepared...i actually wanna punch something."
se giggled slightly, standing up, and kissed his cheek.
"Jim?", she said silently, a proudl sparkling in her eyes.
"Did I ever tell you how proud i am of you?"

Mac looked around, smirking. he could feel the darkness vanishing. Lucifer was a class 10 demon, yeah. but as it seemed he was a class 20 angel. and nobody- NOBODY messed with a class 20- an Archangel.

[I quit:)]

Jim smirked. "Don't worry, it's something good I want to show you.", he said. He looked into her eyes, frowning slightly. "Why are you proud of me?", he asked, already making his way down the hill, carefully dragging her with him.

Hunter just picked Noah up, crawling even more away from...that giant Macon. Was he dangerous? Normally not, but what if now he was? What if he'd forget who he was and want to kill them?

[Scripted Away]

Rachel smirked, following him down the hill in some sort of happy dance-walking.
"Well, look at youself!", she said proudly and kissed his cheek.
"you are such a caring, loving and wonderful man- despite everything you were pushed through. isn't that something to be proud of? you might be dangeroussometimes. you might be a vampire or a demon or whatevs. but you have the heart and soul of an angel."

All of a sudden, a darkness rose from the ground, blacker than the daarkest black. As it was about to attack Macon, he smashed it away with one of his massive wings, turning into nothing but a pure white, bright light. while the darkness and light were fighting eachother, the ground opened like a giant jaw, flames and screams coming out of it. the light and darkness, still fighting, crashed down into the hole and it closed again as if nothing had ever happened.
after a while, the ground opened again, this time a bright light coming out of it and Macon, now normal again, climbed out of it, cinder and ashes all over his face, coughing and wabbly. "And next time, bring you friends!", he laughed weakly and fell over, immediately stumbling to his feet again. "loser!"

[I quit:)]

Jim smirked akwardly. He never really knew what to answer when somebody said...something like that.
"I'm an angel in disguise.", he said, winked and looked at Rachel for a moment before kissing her forehead. "But...thanks." He stroke a streak of hair out of her face and picked her up - as if he was about to carry her over the doorsill. "We'll just lightning-transport over there, or we'll still be here tomorrow.", he explained and as always, they both disappeared as a lightning struck them from above.
Appearing again in front of an old, little house, he softly put Rachel back on her feet. "So...we're in my hometown again. And...this is one of the only good things about this place here.", he mumbled, walking towards the door. "Oh and...don't be jealous - she's faaaaar too old for me.", he winked, knocked on the door, and waited for a moment before an old lady - about 80 or 90 - opened it.
"James!", she called, wrapping her arms around Jim. Jim felt as if he was being squeezed and just grinned akwardly. "Come in!" The little lady disappeared again and Jim waited for Rachel to go inside. "She thinks my name is James and that Jim is just the abbreviation for it - even though in my case, it isn't.", he whispered to her.

Hunter was shaking, she was clinging onto Noah, her eyes wide open.
>>What was that?!<<
As Macon climbed through the hole, covered in ashes, she let go of her son and lunged for him.
"What happened?! What did you do? Are you hurt?!", she called, tears in her eyes, digging her face into his warm chest.

[Scripted Away]

Chuckling silently, Rachel went inside and smirked. the scent of 'grandma' immediately reminded her of her own great-grandma.
>>i wonder why old peoples' houses always scent the same...<<
"that actually was something i was always wondering about", she said, turning to Jim. "If it's really 'Jim' or 'James'. would fit into my family- mom'sname was Magret, but even her ID card said 'Mag', dad made 'Oli out of 'Oliver', 'Jamie' instead of 'James', 'Sam' instead of 'Samuel', and then there's also me..."
she looked at the old lady again and smiled. "who is she?"

Mac hugged her tightly and smiled.
"Nah don't worry. just a few burns, and tomorrow i bet i'm gonna have a few bruises and sore muscles, but that's it."
he softly stroked a streak of hair out of her face.
"Well that Lèmuel-guy broke down a few blockades. that five minutes ago was what an Archangel really looks like. and i just sent Lucifer's filthy butt back to hell."

[I quit:)]

The old lady sat down on her couch, grinning excitedly.
"My name's really Jim.", he said to Rachel again. "You mean always making 'Rey' out of Rachel? I love your name, 'Rachel'."
"James, tell me...who have your brought with you today?", the old lady asked, putting on her glasses. "Oh wow, she is stunning."
Jim chuckled slightly and sat down on a chair opposite of the couch. "Rey, you could sit next to Rose if you want."
"Rose...meet Rachel: my wife. And Rachel...meet Rose. Eh...she's...a special - insane - woman who helped me when I was in trouble. And just, gave me food and stuff.", he explained.
"WIFE? Jimmie's married? Are you kidding me, James?", Rose said, looking at him with a frown.
"No, I'm not kidding." >>And please stop calling me James...<<
"You never were one of the kidding-kind."
"I know.", Jim winked and looked at Rachel.
"She's an absolute beauty! Come here, sit next to Rose.", the old lady said, looking at Rachel with big, sparkling eyes.

Hunter frowned angrily. "I really have to keep myself in not to slap you! You could've been dead! AGAIN!!", she growled, while another tear ran down her cheek. "I could've lost you forever and..." She turned away with her head. "I just don't want you to keep getting into danger all the time."

[Scripted Away]

"No, i meant always using the english version of my name since nobody ever spells or pronounces the actual version correctly", Rachel said chuckling ad blushed slightly as Rose called her an absolute beauty.
sitting down beside her, she smiled softly. "Nice to meet you. A beautiful little house you have here."

Mac rolled his eyes, sighing.
"Hunter, you know i'm not that sort of guy who avoids every trouble for an easy life. I am a fighter and i will keep fighting everything bad that comes too close to my family. you'll have to accept that."
he softly wiped her tear away.
"and i'm a Davis. we have nine lives.", he said with a wink.

[I quit:)]

"Oh, you mean Rahel?", Jim asked. "Yeah...that indeed is kinda hard to pronounce and stuff. But not to...eh...insult you or so: I prefer Rachel. I think that suits you better." As Rachel sat down next to Rose, Jim leaned back in the chair, smirking. >>Time for the investigation.<<
"Oh, thank you, sweetie.", Rose said to Rachel. She looked at her with big eyes. "So...Rachel...tell me a bit about you. Where are you from? How old are you? Are you a native American? What state is your favorite? What do you think about Alaskan people? Car-lover? What about guns? Do you have a job? What do you think about having kids?", she asked, smiling softly. She would want to know everything about that girl.

Hunter sighed sadly. "No, hun. You don't have 9 lives. You're only still alive because you're lucky and because...in some strange way there always was a power or whatever to safe you. What if...this time it wouldn't have ended like this?" She tightly cuddled against Macon's chest, calming herself down. >>I should just be glad he's fine and well and here...<<

[Fizzy-Pop]

(recap and repost? sorry i been very busy.)

(unsure if you saw this....)

[Scripted Away]

Rachel blinked a few times, sorting that avalanche of questions in her head.
"Alright so eh...I was born in a small village in germany, called Dingden, and after ten years we moved to another town, Duisburg. but i basically lived everywhere. a year in china, a year in poland, a year in Africa with a tribe of natives and basically every other land you can think of...when i was fourteen, we moved to Tennessee, then to New York, Mexico, and then Montana. umm...my oldest brother, Sam, disappeared fifteen years ago. he probably is dead..." she sighed sadly. "and my parents were killed when i was seventeen. then i lived with Jim, my best friend Hunter and Jim's half-brother, Macon, for around three years, in a mansion dad and me had built, and around a year ago, we moved into our own little house. so eh, no, i'm not a native american. and i'm 20 years old. my favorite state? hard to say...probably Tennessee. oh or Arizona."
>>what had been the next question?<<
"Alaskan people? well, i lived in Aaska for a while as well. the weather is hell. i hate the cold. but the people were really friendly. still have a few friends in Alaska, but i haven't seen them for years, sadly.
cars- i love them. I have a ferrari spider, ford mustang-custom and delorean standing in jim's and my garage. especially the custom and my delorean are my babies.
guns- always. i basically never go anywhere without one. guess the war left its marks. my dad also used to collect guns, so i have loads of guns standing around in my house in Duisburg, and i know them all by heart. i more or less do have a job- Jim and me have a garage together and i'm taking care of all the office things, and repair and customize the cars with him. i love it!
and kids- well, what ca i say, i love our son and daughters. i would do everything for my family."

Mac took a deep breath, a slight anger building up inside him. not that discussion again!
"Hunter, look into my eyes and listen carefully:
Leaving you- never in my life. you are my heart, my soul, my life and there's nothing i would ever leave you for.
going away- i made that mistake once and learned from. won't happen ever again. i'm your herpes.
being killed- good luck killing an archangel. even lucifer didn't manage to kill me. i'm a class twenty angel, only Gabriel, Celest and Luna are above that. when i turn into my real angel-form: good night monsters."

@ fizzy (again...)
use the search function! just search for 'chris' and you'll find the last post chris was included in. and recap- geez, that would be hell of a text