❂ Rise and Fall || Angel/Demon RP {Accepting} ❂

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..:||Danielle Unioko Johnson||[Half-Angel] || [Male] - [18] - [Single] - [Cheerful] ||*Currently Talking With A Human (Gaea May Evans)*||:..

{Upon hearing a response to his words, Danny became a little excited. He couldn't help but snort softly and turn his head in whichever direction Gaea's voice was coming from. "I highly doubt I'll be killed very easily." He replied, waving a hand in dismissal. "I'm like a cockroach..I just keep coming back." He paused, thinking about this. Of all the animals to compare himself to, he chose a cockroach? So much for first impressions..Danny decided not to comment on this and moved onto her next statement. "That's a shame..I'm fairly fond of humans..It's not really fair that angels and demons have pretty much destroyed half the Earth.." He frowned, crossing his arms. He glanced around quickly, taking in the scene around him. "Really..It's sad.." He sighed, turning his head back around. "..Hey, where are you anyway? I feel like I'm talking into the forest.."

[intriguing]

G a e a M a y E v a n s ❝ How could this be done?
By such a smiling sweetheart, Oh, and your sweet and pretty face ❞

[action; talking] [location; her treehouse] [with; no-one] [crush;none]

"I'm glad you're so confident in yourself," she said, with a happy smile to herself, when people lost confidence, they lost their lives, that's how it worked around here nowadays. It used to be when people lost conifdence, they lost competitions, they went to find someone to console then, but now, barely anyone was left to even think about consoling. "Is that your 'power' then?" she asked, just the tone of her voice let him know that the word power should msot certainly be in inverted commas. "Ressurection, immortality? I must admit that would be a bit unfair. Or is that you have a hard shell and are rather tickly when walking across someone's palm," she smiled at that thought although he couldn't see it, she even laughed a little, she hadn't done that for a long time. "Only fairly fond, that upsets me, what are you then, disembodied voice?" she asked, oh dear, she was really being light-hearted today wasn't she? It was unlike her usual shy self. She just hadn't talked for so long, it felt brilliant, livening. "Well I'm glad someone shows compassion to the dead race, it may not have been our planet to begin with, but humans surely have some rights to this place?" she said with a sad undertone. The images of the dawn of the apocalypse flashed through her mind, all the crying and the screaming and the blood, it had been miserable, utterly miserable. "You are talking to the forest, I am the forest, it's part of me now, it's who I am, it where I live and what I live. Besides you'll probably see my arrow before you see me," she said, and with that, let the arrow fly from the bow she'd had poised the whole time. It didn't fly into his head, she hadn't wanted that, but the minute she'd got sight of him, she'd set her bow to aim from the tree a few inches to his left. It settled in the bark now and she shinnied down the tree using the dark vine rope. She stood for a second, regaining her composure then walked over to him, slightly warily, and took her arrow back, re-sheathing it in the carrier of strong leaves she had made.

[Noel]

Kiro, Demon
Half-dead, sympathetic

Kiro would have nodded, but for obvious reasons that was beyond him for the moment. Maybe then. I can read minds, I can take over them. Calming spirits isn't so easy. It's your fault if anything goes wrong, fair warning. Kiro's powers had two uses; being able to hear what others were thinking, not talk to them mentally, and invade and seize other's minds, certainly not calm them. The latter had a rather shocking effect on the person he tried it on, as show by Faust's bowing down and nearly entering a mental void, so what Ragne was asking could go very wrong indeed. And Kiro hardly wanted the older demon to have any reason to hate him, especially given that he probably wouldn't be back to full health when he tried to help Naomi and therefor unable to fight anyone off. Feeling his head against a rock Kiro winced momentarily, before deciding it was as good a time as any to sleep. He would need to his strength back soon from the sound of it.
Hearing the fire, Kiro managed to turn his head to watch what Ragne was doing with the fire. While it was most impressive, he was also focused on the surge of thoughts he received from the other demon, intrigued and sympathetic, almost. Given that he was feeling the hurt Ragne was, one of the many pains of being a mind-reader, it was hard to not feel bad for him although he had never had any relationship like that with anyone.
You know, I could help you too. Take the pain away. Make you forget her if you want. Kiro told him mentally, all to seriously. Kiro had learned he could do that when a human friend of his, long dead, had watched his family killed in front of them. Kiro hadn't cared for them, but the human had been useful to him, and in his grief the human barely paid any attention to anything and certainly was not useful. So Kiro made the emotional pain go away as best he could, but that had angered the human. Apparently humans didn't like him tampering with their minds without at least asking first. So Kiro made the human forget, and as far as he knew that amnesia hadn't faded for the human's pitiful lifespan. So yes, Kiro could do what he offered when he recovered.

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..:||Danielle Unioko Johnson||[Half-Angel] || [Male] - [18] - [Single] - [Annoyed] ||*Currently Talking With A Human (Gaea May Evans)*||:..

{Danny frowned softly and rolled his eyes upward. "Alright, alright..Maybe comparing myself to a cockroach wasn't the best thing." He admitted, shrugging. "Nah, I'm not immortal nor do I have powers of ressurrection--..Though, that would be pretty awesome.." He smirked and raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms. He paused and tilted his head, blinking. "Oh. I didn't mean it like that. 'Fairly fond'..Well.." He trailed off and sighed. "Ok well, very fond. I mean, I'm half-human myself so..It'd be rather odd if I didn't like humans, now wouldn't it?" He smiled and shrugged. But Danny's smile faded at her next statement; his expression changing into something like a cross between amusement and mild-fear. "Oh?..Is that so?.." He chuckled uneasily, taking a small step back. "Cool. I don't think I've ever talked to the forest before..First time for everything I suppose.." He rubbed the back of his neck nervously, smiling sheepishly. "Yeah, I don't think I like the idea of seeing your arrow--" He cut himself off, yelping slightly as her arrow whizzed towards him. Surprisingly though, he didn't scramble out of the way like he usually would've done. That was unusual for him..Danny blinked in surprise and glared at the girl as she walked over to retrieve her arrow. "How rude.."

[Runningdawn]

[[ I think I'll have to wait for Second_Choey to post until I write anything for Naomi. ;3 ]]

{:: F ᴀ ᴜ s ᴛ ::}

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Today I stood and walked away
I'm never coming back this way

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Faust's eyes flickered from Brea to Amara and, finally, to the demon. An invitation? Faust had certainly never been invited to anything -- just commanded, or forced, really. Was an invitation like that? "Demons are enemies," he hissed under his breath to Brea (or perhaps just himself, eyes flashing. He was a little tired of fighting, and his brain warned him not to go over-the-top, but he had to vent somehow, right? Well? asked Amara, and Faust's gaze flickered to her once more, unsure. Was well the same as so? Faust hadn't really gotten the whole thing in the first place and, confused enough by all these one-worded questions, he gave a little harmuph, it being the only thing he thought would be acceptable.

Faust turned to Brea as she spoke again, and his head tilted, eyeing the angel scrutinizingly. "Hungry?" he repeated, his eyes cloudy. There were too many questions all at once, too many things he did not know how to reply to. He found himself wishing to fight, rather than talk. He was better at fighting. A lot better. "Angels... do not require sustenance," he said finally, his mind neglecting to remind him that he needed to keep his vessel in tip-top shape. He'd never had to eat before he fell -- he didn't even know what hungry felt like. Was it like pain? Maybe it was the growl that his body made every once in a while -- but Faust had no idea what any of it meant, human bodies were so confusing.

[Jalista]

"I'm hell on heels
Say what you will
I've done made the devil a deal
He made me pretty
He made me smart
And I'm going to break me a million hearts
I'm hell on heels, baby I'm comin' for you!"

Jay consumed some of the meat, so Demi hastily ate her piece. It felt savory in her mouth, but she swallowed it down quickly anyway. Having a body was so tiresome! You had to sleep, eat, and there were all the emotions that came with it. She licked her fingers clean and then neatly crossed her arms again. She didn't want to be so absorbed in her thoughts, because she had found that her own suffering didn't do anything for her. Demons fed on the bad, but it didn't work when your own prison was feeling those emotions, and the more Demi thought, the more she felt drained, which was a new feeling for her. She didn't get into fights with angels that she couldn't win, or flee easily. She wasn't brave, and had no qualms about running away like a coward. She was a coward, actually. There was no 'like' about it.
The Demon shook her head to chase away the distracting thoughts and gave Jay her best smile, though it was probably a rather distant one. "So what was your role in the group you were once in?" He asked. If Demi had known any human curses, they would have slipped from her mouth in a vulgar spew. It was so frustrating! Humans were so confusing, especially for her. She probably ranked as good with human actions as angels, which aggravated her even more. She concentrated on his thoughts, and knew what to say from the fragments she picked up. "I was a brain..." She put a sad mask in place. "I'm not sure if you use the same terms as my group. I was the strategist..."

[capricious]

{ . amara "kay" everwood.

gender: female.
status: headed for
the department store.
species: half-angel.

❝i believe
everyone has
a story to tell.
it's just a matter
of whether or
not they get
to tell it.❞

"When I say 'well?', I'm asking you if you're alright with coming along," Kay explained with a soft, chiming laugh, noticing his confusions. She had gotten used to Addan's lack of knowledge about the human world, and it had become a habit to explain things whenever he didn't understand them. At the uncomprehending noise he made, the corners of her mouth quirked up in amusement, and she tilted her head, a few strands of her auburn-brown hair falling loose from her bun and across her face. It was nice to know that there were things that angels didn't understand, while she did.

Confusion clouded her eyes -- did angels really never need to eat? Although, he was in a human body, so it was likely that he still should eat, in order to keep his vessel alive.

"You don't, but your human body does," she murmured, and sent a stronger wave of wind out beneath her. She left Addan alone, knowing that he detested being lifted off the ground, calling it unnatural. Besides, he could easily keep up in his wolf form, or any other form he chose to take. She couldn't help but cast an envious look towards Faust and Brea, who were able to use their wings to fly, but shook it off and began to head towards the department store.

adam "addan" . }

gender: male.
status: headed for
the department store.
species: demon.

"don't wait around
for a fairy tale
to happen.
make your own
dreams come true."

Adam's wolf-gold eyes glittered as he unfurled his long legs and rose off the ground, shaking out his fur. The female angel seemed ready enough to go, but Faust looked like he still didn't understand the question. He disguised his laugh as a sort of choking cough and turned to look at Kay, who seemed to be eager to get going. He felt the wind swirl around his paws, but it didn't lift him into the air, and he gave her a grateful nod.

"Well, you don't have to come. I mean, if you don't mind your little human body withering and dying of starvation, then by all means, stay here and brood," he chuckled sarcastically.

His ears flattened against his skull as he leaped forward elegantly, shifting into an eagle in mid-bound. Outstretched paws became glossy, golden-feathered wings, and he felt a surge of pain as his bones hollowed themselves and restructured quickly. It ebbed away to a dull ache that he knew would soon disappear as he took to the skies, emitting a feral, predatory cry. A small flicker of pleasure passed through him as he watched a flock of sparrows take flight, startled by his call.

[eden .]

[Sorry to keep you waiting!]

Lilith glanced up at Ragne and nearly rolled her eyes straight at him. "You can't just 'do it in stages'. This entire thing is a complex process. It's better to do it in one sitting. I'm basically shutting down part of her brain." Lilith's tone was cool an even next to Naomi's exclamations of pain. What Lilith was saying was true. Her voice, especially when she was telling Naomi to literally shut out voices that have always been with her, was essentially telling part of her mind to stop. One couldn't just shut off a light halfway. It had to be done at one, or a circuit would blow. Still, she felt something snap when Ragne suggested she collected berries. Berries.

"I'm not your servant nor slave, Ragne," Lilith snapped. "This is a favor, not an obligation that I'm doing here. Please don't test my patience. Besides, do you think that in this state"--Lilith nodded in Naomi's trembling direction--"she'll be in any shape to 'try and better her powers'?" She took in a few breaths to calm herself down. Lilith watched as Ragne turned back to Kiro, clearly communicating -- through mind connection, clearly. Blinking sleepily, Lilith was about to say something to Naomi again when Ragne cut in once more.

"She isn't okay," Lilith hissed in a biting and clipped tone, answering for Naomi and losing her patience. "I'm telling malignant spirits to stay out and they haven't yet, and all you're doing is distracting her, making the breach that I'm trying to close ever wider. You wanted me to do this, so step back and let me do it. I know it may be hard to believe, but I know how my power works." Frowning in distaste, Lilith turned back to Naomi without waiting for an answer, attempting to control her voice as she said to the girl, "Don't listen to them. Don't talk to them. Don't trust a word they say. Jane and John are just dejected spirits selfishly and vicariously living through your eyes in an attempt to regain their humanity. It won't work. In the end they're just another pair of desperate and fearful spirits. Don't let them get the better of you."

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ƒємαℓє ● 21 ● ѕιηgℓє, ησ cяυѕн ● ∂ємση
ℓσcαтιση: City ● ωιтн: Kiro, Ragne, Naomi

[my Lalia]

Male, 22, Single, Human:
With: Demi

Jake's heart lifted slightly when Demi said that she was one of the strategist in her former group. He could use her and by the looks of her she could use him as well, her thin and lanky frame looked like it couldn't with stand a single blow without shattering. Jake smiled and nodded his head at Demi, he took notice then that she smiled alot and he couldn't help but wonder if her cheeks hurt from all the smiling that she was doing. He shrugged the thought off though as he tried to think of ways to ask her if she would mind to partner up with him, You are too trusting towards her. The voice in his head said sounding a little bitter, why, he wasn't sure but he didn't really care either. Just ask her straight up, I'm sure she doesn't like to suger coat things. The voice in his head spat, Jake found it amusing that a part of him was made at himself.
Jake lifted an eye brow as he focused on Demi again, though he made the mistake of looking at her unnatural green eyes again. He was lost. Lost in a sea of pastel green that more lovely then anything he experianced his whole life, but the more he stared the more the feeling of darkness pulled on him. The darkness didn't feel evil to him, well not really, it called to him teasing him with its strangth and power, things that he desired.
Jake ripped his gaze away from Demi's feeling slightly angry that he aloud himself to drift like that, he cursed silently under his breath as he tried to clear his head. Once his mind was clear he looked up at Demi again, only this time he hardened himself slightly to her gaze. "So a stategist, huh? I was the muscle in my group, um... Fighter would be a better word I guess, but anyway that was what I was." He said with a slight smirk on his face, he was a good fighter and knew how to survive on little but when it came to more delicate battle planning he needed a strategist. "So seeing that you don't have a fighter and I'm lacking a strategist, would you like to team up?" He asked as he lifted his gun to his shoulder giving him a strong 'no one can harm me' kind of look.

Female, 21, Single, Angel
With: Faust.


Brea could see that Faust was getting frustrated which wasn't a good thing, she could tell that he wanted to fight and possibly kill both the demon and the halfling. At his hiss about how demons were enemies Brea couldn't help but agree and the killing of one was greatly satisifying, but she had to admit she had let a few demons go before. The ones she let go were the ones that told her the truth and were honest that they meant no harm, but those that lied she killed since they didn't know that she could tell when they were lying.
The thought reminded her of a time when she came across a group of demons, they were weak which made killing them easy. But they had a halfling with them and when she went to kill him, he begged for her not to. Why she listened she didn't know, maybe it was because that he was half human, but when she asked him why she shouldn't kill him, he simply said that he was only following the group because they said they could help him with his curse. He had the gift of feeling the pain of others which was torture as everyone was in pain and he wanted help. Thinking back to the memory Brea realized she should of just killed him to put him out of his missery but his telling of the truth and being a halfling made her soft. She was too compassionate to halfling and humans and she knew it, That's going to be the death of me, surely. She thought to herself.
"Angels... do not require sustenance," Brea rolled her eyes at Faust words, he obviously wasn't taking care of his vessel vary well and she wondered if he killed any other vessels before this one, she guessed that he had. But she had to admit human bodies were confusing, like the need for sleep, never before had she needed it. But these vessels needed it, which made her wonder how they could defend themselves while they lay unaware of the world. But with studying them she noticed that they traveled in groups, That the only thing thats keeping them alive. She thought as most humans that were on their own died faster.
"I know we don't need sustenance but our vessels do, they are weak things that need to be taken care of or else they will become weak." Brea said gently to Faust as she didn't want to anger or frustrate him further and re-enforcing what the halfling said. "Kill the demon if you like, I don't care for it either but please leave the halfling alone." Brea said softly though the word demon she said with a slight hiss that was filled with disgust for the creatures.

[Runningdawn]

[[ When I was writing for Naomi it really bothered me because the only thing I could thing of was this... x'D ]]

{:: N ᴀ ᴏ ᴍ ɪ ::}

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Some of us, we're hardly ever here
The rest of us, we're born to disappear

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By the time Lilith Spoke to her again, Naomi had been reduced to a shaking, quivering mess on the ground, not having the energy nor the will to carry on screaming. Her voice was gone, as was any coherent thought -- there was just the pain, and John, and Jane, talking to her the entire time like they were defying Naomi's right to ever be normal.

"You can't stop us."

"You're stupid."

"This hurts, make her stop!"

"I think it's kind of funny."

"They're not..." Naomi tried quietly, but her voice broke and her throat felt too raw to say anything above a whisper. "I can't," she said, nearly incomprehensible as another shudder went down her spine. It became her mantra, dead eyes staring straight ahead. "I can't, I can't, I can't..." Naomi had never realized how weak she was -- how the voices that weren't actually hers were her strongest, most exuberant pieces, how they took control of her so easy, had taken hold of her mind and clung on so tightly -- was this really pain that Naomi was feeling anymore? Was it real, even?

A dream, thought Naomi blissfully, If this were a dream... If this were a dream, Naomi would wake up. She would wake up and run, from all demons and all angels and hide in her own corner of the world until she died babbling to herself. She would create a fantasy for herself and be happy just knowing that what she was feeling could never actually be real.

If it were only a dream.

{:: F ᴀ ᴜ s ᴛ ::}

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Today I stood and walked away
I'm never coming back this way

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Faust glared after the half-angel and the demon, feeling a deep resentment toward both of them -- partly for the demon, simply for existing, and partly for the half-angel, who traitorously aligned herself with such foul being. Maybe, as all three beings chose to explain to him, he needed food, but he certainly didn't want to be following a demon around -- he was much too mighty for that. He looked at his hands again, frowning -- if anything, the little cuts had gotten bigger. That was... odd.

But he ignored it and didn't mention it, thinking that perhaps it was just another human characteristic that he didn't understand, and turned to Brea, frustrated and hopelessly lost. "I do not like my vessel," he admitted sharply, crossing his arms over his chest. He looked a little like a pouting teenager. "It is high-maintenance and restricting." More importantly, it also seemed to make the decision-making process harder -- her certainly didn't want to go with Amara and Adam, but would he need to? He glanced to Brea again, as if for guidance, feeling s twinge of annoyance at all these new things.

Faust had never needed to ask for help when he was Above -- he had always been given definite orders and he always followed them, always excelled at them. But here thinks were not sharp lines and black and white. Here, on Earth, it was blurred edges and shades of gray and Faust's mood turning progressively more sour with each passing moment. Faust wondered, if he were by some phenomena, to go to Hell, if her would simply be back on earth, forced to walk among civilization for endless years. That would certainly be adequate torture for him.