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[ age: physically thirty-nine ] • [ gender: male-presenting ] • [ species: angel ] • [ assigned human: nadia ] • [ tags: roman ]

indentThe healer winced, holding back an awkward chuckle. His apartment did, in fact, have roaches. He neglected to mention it because they were eating and he considered it an inappropriate time to do so. His smile dropped a little as Roman continued to speak. 'First week?' Those words rang through his head, echoing over and over as they sank it. Roman had only been there a week. He had thought all of the angels had been cast out at the same time but...this information contradicted that. Time worked differently in Heaven; a few minutes in Heaven equated to months on Earth. It was possible that, if Raphael was in the first batch to be cast out, the others hadn't noticed he was gone until they were cast out themselves. After all, only a few minutes would have passed for them. Raphael had been mortal for about three months now, spending the first two struggling to adjust to his new form. He had managed to forge some documents, after praying for forgiveness, and gotten himself a job as a school nurse. After all, he needed food now, and food costed money. During that time, he found it strange how few angels he had seen around. It seemed that now he knew why. Raphael chose to keep this information to himself, forcing a smile as he took another bite of his doughnut.
indent"Wish I had that luxury. I'm just thankful that it's a Saturday; I had to get a job in order to cover food and living costs. I don't see how humans do it, honestly. Working all day, getting a few hours to relax, then being forced to throw away eight hours of their precious time for sleep. You'd think their bodies would have adapted and found a better way to manage it all, you know?" Raphael replied. The coffee shop was relatively empty, and the worker had disappeared into the employee lounge, so they could talk freely without risk of being overheard.

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[pecos]

───────────────────── 𝘼𝘿𝙍𝙄𝘼𝙉 !!
[ adrian ray lily ] ✦ [ twenty-three ] ✦ [ human ] ✦ [ assigned angel: akira ] ✦ [ exasperated ] ✦ [ none tagged ]

when adrian woke up, he found that he was unable to breath properly.
his eyes widened in surprise as he noticed the firm pressure being applied around his mouth and nose, and shot upright, shoving his very startled cat, goose, off of his face. the feline let out a sharp mrow of protest, and pettily made sure to dig his claws into adrian's side as he scurried off of the bed. meanwhile, adrian dusted loose strands of fur off of his torso, sneezing in the process. "goose," he grumbled, shooting the cat a pointed glance as he circled smugly in the doorway of adrian's bedroom. "please stop doing that."
stupid cat, he sneered to himself, though there was a sort of fondness etched into his expression. i need to start closing the door at night. goose had, once again, decided that adrian's face looked like the perfect place to take a short nap, and the man was becoming a bit fed up with it. it had been happening so often that he'd lost count of the amount of times he'd woken up to his cat suffocating him.
adrian's lips parted in a yawn, nose scrunching up in a displeased pout as he eyed the clock on his nightstand. according to the hands, it was mid-morning, meaning that he'd gotten practically no sleep. he rubbed at the skin beneath his eyes, where he was sure bags were beginning to form, if that hadn't already. "well, at least it's a saturday," he sighed, kicking his comforter aside and swinging his legs off of his creaky twin mattress.
despite the fact that adrian was a bit of a neat-freak, his room was currently in a state of disarray. papers littered the floor, and protein bar wrappers were scattered across the desk in the far corner of the room. adrian felt his eye twitch at the sight, but found that he wasn't in the mood to clean just yet. instead, he rose to his feet, bringing his arms above his head in a stretch. he moved about the room for a moment, throwing on a clean pair of jeans and a baggy hoodie before opening his curtains. light instantly arced into the room, brightening up the small space. he squinted for a moment, rubbing at his eyes once again before exiting his bedroom altogether.
goose let out a meow of delight, weaving around adrian's legs as he sauntered over towards the cat's food bowl. "quit tripping me," he rasped, amusement lacing the undertone of his voice. he quickly re-filled the bowl and checked to make sure goose still had water. satisfied, adrian walked into his small, narrow kitchen, brows drawing together as he took in the empty cabinets and barren refrigerator. a grocery run seemed to be necessary.
grumbling incoherent curses under his breath, he snatched his wallet and keys off of the counter, sliding on a pair of worn nike tennis shoes. he paused near the door, leaning down and giving goose a brief scratch behind the ears before locking up the apartment. he felt his lip curl at the musty smell in the hallway. the shag-material squelched slightly beneath his weight, and mud was mixed in with the distasteful carpeting. had it been raining?
perfect. just what i needed. adrian ducked his head as he exited the building, pulling the hood of his sweatshirt over the crown of his head and tugging roughly on the drawstrings. the soft pitter-patter of rain splashing against the concrete filled his ears as he rushed down the sidewalk, dodging and weaving around people in an attempt to make his journey a bit faster. he had accidentally shouldered a few people, murmuring exasperated apologies before continuing on.
eventually he arrived in front of the small, family-owned grocery, and the bell rang daintily as he pushed the door open. a woman glanced up from her phone from behind the counter, relief flickering in her eyes at the sight of him. "adrian!" isabella exclaimed. the two occasionally worked night shifts together at the very same store. "did you get called in early?"
"god, no. i'm just here to pick up some groceries for the week," he replied. isabella frowned, apparently disappointed. she turned back towards her phone with a small shrug.
he quickly moved in and out of aisles, grabbing what he needed. despite the fact that adrian could survive on practically nothing for extensive periods of time, he filled up his basket as much as he could. with much luck, he wouldn't have to make another run for a week or two. at the register, isabella idly scanned his items, sliding the bagged goods across the counter towards him. he snatched them up, slapping down a couple twenties and darting out of the store. the bags swung at his sides as he kept a steady pace. adrian always walked through central park on his way back to the apartment.
it was only a little out of the way, but he didn't mind. the park was usually peaceful at this time of day, and a little more exercise wouldn't do him any harm

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x"i did a art!!". no tags .
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xxthe day for rin started off as most days for him did - rising before the sun, complaining about it but then getting up and working on whatever project he had to get done for the day. Today's project was to finish the rough sketch of an indoor pond and send it off to his management group for approval and the start to actually map out the dimensions and locale on the computer. after working on it for long enough,and occasionally doodling tiny sketches off to the side, rin decided that he needed to get out of his house and stretch his legs.
xxa few pats to his cat bagel's head and a quick change of clothes, and rin was out the door. he didn't bother putting on anything fancy and instead went with thermal tights under his joggers and a few thin layers under his windbreaker and he regretted his choices almost immediately. the weather was chillier than he had anticipated but he knew that once he went on his jog, he would be glad he hadn't put on more.
xxmaking the short walk over to the small art gallery a few blocks away, rin excitedly greeted the lady who was running the opening later in the day. "hey ms. lee! how are things coming along? the older woman gave him a warm smile and she nodded motioning to all the paintings now sitting in their displays. "the boys did a good job helping me set up. your piece is over on the back wall there," she told him, the warmth not leaving her voice as she motioned to a canvas mounted on the wall. approaching it, he couldn't help but feel happiness wash over him at the sight of his artwork up and on display. he rarely submitted anything he painted to community art displays because he was always too busy to create pieces that weren't for work. he had somehow manged to find the time to get this one done and now it was on display. under the piece was a small plaque with his name on and a few random facts about him and his art style.
"its lovely, rin" ms.lee told him, now standing beside him and he couldn't help but puff up with joy, "thank you, it really means a lot to see it here" he said with a happy sigh. "is there anything else i can help you with?" he offered, receiving a small headshake. he had come the day before to help the older woman set up he displays. "ill be back in a few hours!" he said, giving her a hug before making his way out of the tiny gallery.
xxmaking his way towards the park, rin adjusted his fitness watch, starting the workout on it before pulling his legs up in a quick stretch. shaking his freezing fingers, he started off at a light jog, maneuvering his way around the park at a modest speed. there were people out and about, most not hanging around too long because of the nippy weather but still out regardless. to his surprise, he watched as a large black and white dog barreled across the field towards his human, who looked like she was very much freezing. chuckling to himself, rin paused to take a swig of his water.

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xxxxxfemale - presentingx ✧ xangelx ✧ xphysically 24x x
xxxxhuman name: Ilaria Calirix ✧ xhuman: Rinx ✧ xtags: Open
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The cloudy sky cast a dark grey shadow over the park and the wind whipped against Michael's face as she took her
daily jog. Although the cool air caused her to shiver every now and then while she took a break, she actually found
herself enjoying the gloomy weather. The cold was not something she was accustomed to back in Heaven, but neither
was exercise for that matter. After being sent down to Earth, she quickly found out that her mortal body required
a lot of upkeep; hunger and exercise being a few of those needs. While she didn't particularly like being stranded on
Earth, she found the humans' lifestyle exciting. The more time she spent on Earth, the more things she found she
had grown fond of. The humans, for all their faults, got to enjoy a variety of food, music, and the freedom to explore
the vastness of Earth. As she pondered these things, she quickly felt guilt and anger settle in. She shifted her
thoughts back to her mission: finding her assigned human. For all the time she had spent here on earth, she still had
not run into them, let alone have any clue as to their whereabouts. "this is impossible," she huffed under her
breath as her jogging slowed to a walk. The park wasn't empty, but it was a lot more sparse than usual given the
rainy weather. A few people were shuffling about either walking or jogging. Though she enjoyed some things about
Earth, she still found most humans insufferable. She had run into a considerable amount of ill-mannered people
since, which only reinforced her mentality that humans were indeed the worst.

Michael often found herself missing the other angels. She knew there were others that had been outcasted with her
and that they, like her, were given a mission to protect a particular human, but she had yet to run into them. She
found her position lonely, but she definitely had no intentions of interacting with mortals anymore than she had to.
The best thing to do was to find her person, complete her mission, and get sent back home as quickly as possible.

[8_Stars_8]

D O M I N I Q U E
| "Minnie" | female | twenty-four | human | assigned angel: barachiel | tagged: none |

Despite living in big cities her entire life, from Miami to Chicago, Dominique always had a soft spot for New York City. Maybe that was because it was where she saw her first Broadway show or maybe it was the hustle and bustle of it all, but something about it made her heart flutter with the childlike wonder she craved.

Despite the day being oh so dreary, the ball of sunshine that was Minnie couldn't help but smile. She had an audition today for yet another up and coming musical and that always put her in a cheery mood, despite the constant rejection. But she couldn't think about that. She had to stay positive. But before she could do anything, she needed to have her morning coffee. Or else, let's just say, she isn't as much a ball of sunshine, rather a ball of misery and grumpiness.

She walks to a little coffee shop on a corner, directly across from Central Park. As she waits in line for her coffee, she reapplies the bold red lipstick on her lips. She finally reaches the counter and orders her regular. She never usually went to this coffee shop, but it wasn't much different than the one she usually went to. She grabs the warm cup, ready to go, but then realized that it had started to downpour. "You know what? Why don't you make that for here?" She says to the barista, who nodded and poured the warm drink into a mug. Dominique quickly pays and sits down in a little corner booth. There weren't very many people there, but those who were about to leave stayed put. It was surreal to see this many people not be in a hurry. She glanced out the window as she sipped on her coffee and smiled, content.

She was readily dressed for the weather, an umbrella in her purse and rain gear covering her normal clothes. She looked a bit crazy, but when did she not? She was always such a fast paced person, even before moving to New York. Her hair never stayed tame for very long, no matter how much she brushed through it with her fingers or sprayed it with hair spray. So it can be imagined that when she gets an excuse to sit down and have a cup of coffee, she takes it. And this was one of those moments. She sighed in relaxation as she watched rain trickled down the window pane.

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[archangel] [male presenting] [appears around twenty four] [ location: white rose flower store] [tags: open ]
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...as the rain pats against the windows of his shop, the archangel's light green eyes absently follow the rivulets of water as they gently trail down the glass. it had appeared to be the most lovely day earlier this morning, with the sun shining brightly, the air crisp and fresh. but now, the skies have darkened into a grey and barachiel guesses that todays business will not be very busy as a consequence. this does not disappoint him. nor does it fill him with joy. after all, if it were a lovely day he would be more likely to have to deal with the humans and that can be...testing at times, to say the very least. but when the shop is not busy, barachiel is left to contend with his own thoughts. the memories and pain and humiliation of being cast out of heaven. in all honesty, he would have thought that with these passing months, dealing with everything that had happened and coming to some kind of terms with it...would have become easier. but for the angel of blessings, it seems to become the complete opposite. that bitterness and anger has only festered more grotesquely inside of him - detesting the position that he has found himself in. but...admittedly, this job of his, here as a florist at the white rose... was okay. it gave barachiel something to focus on, something to keep his mind away from his past and the gravity of the task he had been given. he knows however, that he would be branded a liar if he were to say that that failing what has been assigned him does not scare him even in its most minimal form. it does - more than he lets on. it is the closest he has ever come to the prospect of death, after all and when that thought, no, reminder comes to mind, barachiel stills for a moment in the rearranging of the flowers in the window. the possible inevitably of disappearing into nothing manifests itself into a shiver that snakes its way down his spine.

... will i really fade away into nothing?

...holding that thought in mind for a few moments, barachiel then blinks rapidly and wills it from away him, not wanting to think so grimly. he never had done so in heaven and the archangel is adamant that his time on earth will not change him too much. will not affect him, too much. so continuing in rearranging the flowers, the angel hums softly, finding a strange pleasantry in the sound of the rain against the glass.

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I.xfemale-presenting II. looks twenty sevenx III. angelx III. assigned human: naomi xIV.x tagged: milo


indentariel looked down at the ground, gently sticking her foot into the mud to make an imprint. she was quite hungry, having forgotten to eat breakfast. she often forgot to eat until she felt hunger pains. having never felt starvation in heaven, it was definitely a new feeling now that she was cast to live amongst mortals. admittedly, some of the food humans prepare taste delicious but ariel would much rather not be bothered with having to refuel herself every few hours. it was awfully tedious. she knew her current predicament is her own fault. had she not expressed her doubts and disgust towards the human race, she might still be back in heaven right now. she knew her views had turned rather... fierce, but she still stood by what she initially grew to thought. ariel had not been as powerful as some of the other angels who were banished from heaven but she had been a vital player in the growth and harmony of nature. the environment and its current state means everything to ariel; since the beginning of time, that's been her main focus. how could she not grow bitter towards humans after seeing what they've done to it? all the land that's been poisoned and ripped apart because of their greed? millions of animal species have been wiped out due to human activity. some animals are imprisoned for their enjoyment while others are simply abused and neglected. it was sickening and it was horrifying to watch. not only that, but the way some humans treat each other! targeting, discriminating and harming those they think are inherently different. genocides that have been committed without the immediate involvement of others to stop it. murder. war. it was absolutely horrifying.
indentsurely, she was not the only angel to think this for she knew that several others have also been cast out of heaven and onto earth for questionable beliefs. granted, she might be more suspicious than her angelic companions but ariel knew she had to change her way of thinking if she were to return to heaven but it was hard. and she knew if she did not do what was tasked of her, her end would be inevitable. she tried not to think about it, as she knew she was going to fall into yet another crisis, but it's hard. granted, she knew not all humans were the same. they were all unique and individualistic but it also seemed that such behavior depended on their class in society. the wealthiest tend to be greedy, materialistic and vengeful. centuries upon centuries of observation has proved this to be true. some of the top dog players - the billionaires - could only have garnered their wealth through exploitation of others. ariel did not understand the concept of money but she knew it's what humans ran on, hence why she had to get a job to support herself. but it also seemed to bring out the worst in them. however, she knew that her life-line now practically depended on her charge - her human. problem is, where are they? how was she going to find them? would she know who they are if they cross paths?
indentshe looked up when she realized she hasn't heard the familiar bark of her dog in a few minutes. much to her surprise, thunder was nowhere to be found.
indent"thunder?" she called, expecting the great dane to pop out behind a tree or bush with his tennis ball.
indenthe didn't.
indentariel frowned. bringing her coat tighter about herself - and holding thunder's leash in one hand- she made her way up the small hill a few feet in front of her. she shuddered, careful not to trip in the mud and end up face-planting. losing her immortality meant that ariel has hurt herself on accident more times than she could count. tripping over curbs, losing her balance trying to walk down the stairs, overestimating an impulsive action and ending up bruised. once she was up the hill, she could see down the slope and towards a sidewalk. thunder's black and white coat stood out against the brown muck that made up most of the ground around the sidewalks.
indentmuch to her surprise, there was a man bent down beside thunder. the dog did not seem to be in any distress. he was lying on his side now, tennis ball in mouth and content to lay at the man's feet. strangers approaching her dog was something ariel was used to. it tended to happen, especially if she was playing ball with him in central park. still, she was always caught off guard by it. it's not like she could leave thunder alone, he most likely wouldn't return to her by himself if he was getting affection from someone else. although she lost her immortality and wings, she still possessed some of her abilities, which meant she could connect to animals on a deeper level than any mortal could. no, she couldn't talk to them, but she had a spiritual connection with their beings, having witnessed many of god's creations herself. that's why she was able to transform thunder from an aggressive and angry dog to a gentle giant. training an animal that might take a human a year to complete took her less than a few weeks. however, her abilities didn't really help her much in the real world like how some of the other angels' abilities might be useful for them. sure, it helped her with her job but outside of that, what else?
indentslowly, she made her way down the hill, careful not to slip as she approached the man and her dog. she was always cautious around strangers - especially since you have no idea how people are going to react in this city - but if he felt like a danger, ariel would be able to sense that. he didn't strike her that way. and certainly, someone who's not that friendly wouldn't be taking time out of their day to pet a dog. the man's back was to her, so she was unable to gouge his facial features. but she was careful not to go flying down the hill at a million miles per hour, not wanting to somehow accidentally startle the man. still, she wasn't exactly sure what to say. hey, that's my dog? she hesitated for a moment.
indent"uhh, hello?" at the sound of her voice, thunder lifted his head up to bark.

[moralityandlogic]

Amber Ollison
Species: Human
Assigned Angel: Roman
Location: Café
Tagged: Roman, Raphael

Amber had found throughout her life that luck was not her friend. To the extent of which that true happened to shift on a day by day basis. Today, for example, it was feeling quite resentful. If the elevator breaking in her Brooklyn apartment and it beginning to rain as soon as she walked outside hadn't been a bad omen, then the delays on the Q train were, and if that was not enough, then dropping her phone on the street and having it stepped on was certainly the final straw. Amber didn't like to say she was having a 'bad day', but given it was already 11:10, and she was supposed to meet her mentor ten minutes ago, she didn't know what else to call this.
And so she walked with her phone and its shattered screen in her hand at the pace of someone from the area more than having moved here not too long ago. Even with a scowl on her face and a quick but purposeful stride, she still managed to look meek as ever, pushing the door to the café open. Rain dripped off her hair and she gave the workers a small, tight-lipped smile as she wiped her rain boots against the small rug at the door. Dark eyes flickered to the clock on the wall curiously, head tilted slightly and trying to pick out which number the minute hand was directed at. Fifteen minutes late to meet with her superior. Grimacing, she scanned for him amidst the crowds of people beginning to take shelter from the elements, crossing her jacket a bit tighter to her body as she moved through the crowds of people with quiet 'excuse me's, skipping getting a beverage all together, figuring she was late enough.
Eventualy her eyes caught the man in question, interacting with another person beside him and put her lip between her teeth, because this could go one of three ways: he says no worries and welcomes her warmly, he is completely unreadable, or he screams at her. And with the luck she's been having as of late, she would not be entirely surprised if the entire café was about to get a water show made entirely from her tears. But there wasn't much she could do at this point, and walking off certainly would not help the situation any. Or, well, it would delay the fight they could possibly have in the next twenty seconds; the possibility would likely become a certainty, though, and Amber had never been the kind of person to make that kind of gamble. "I-I'm sorry," She stammered out awkwardly as she approached the pair, offering a wary smile. She could only imagine how pathetic she looked I the moment: still shivering slightly from the rain, panting from her trek here, and a papercut or two on her fingers from her phone screen broke in almost impressively terrible ways. "There were some delays on the Q," Amber gave a small smile, not even willing to expand on all the other minor incidents that began as she left her apartment. "I really didn't mean to make you wait," She reiterated, shifting her weight from foot to foot as she shifted her gaze ot the person next to him. "And, um, nice to meet you," Amber said quietly, sticking her phone in her jacket pocket.

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