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[laf]

╔......................╗
.......➸ female
.......➸ hunter
.......➸ curious
.......➸ conversing
.......➸ with Nuriel
╚......................╝

Reagan notices his quizzical look as she studies his shadow but looks a little longer. The sight of not two but six wings throwing darkness behind them sends a shiver down her spine. "Sorry. Just making sure you are all you said you are," she says. The hunter turns to look at the pair conversing not far away, then glances back at Nuriel. "You gonna talk to him? Don't miss your chance just because of me." Reagan jerks her head in the direction of the other angel and whoever his companion is. Most likely another angel. Handing together might keep a few more alive, especially since they're human now. She raises an eyebrow at the angel before her, wondering what might be going on in that heavenly head of his. "If you, ah, need any help, which I'm sure you don't, I'd be happy to, uh, lend a hand," Reagan tentatively offers, biting her lip uncertainly. Sticking her neck out for a few angels could end badly, but then again she's in her element and her home and they aren't. The hunter doesn't doubt there are those out there who have negative intentions towards the angels, especially with them as lost and confused as they are.

[Maxxika]

⇢ nuriel ⇢ male ⇢ angel-seraph ⇢ with reagan, approaching castiel and kacey

The angel gave a curious look. "Oh, you didn't believe that I still had my wings?" He asked, seeming almost offended that she didn't take him for his word. But he didn't dwell on it, as her question was truly more important. He gave a bit of a nod to her. "Of course I will speak to him. And I will not stop you from coming. I am not sure who else is with him, and I know telling a human no would be quite pointless." He replied simply, not seeming too annoyed with the idea of her joining him. Even with his powers, it may come more comforting to have a human involved as well. For Castiel or the woman. And help was help. She was a hunter, he wasn't doubting her capabilities.

Nuriel looked across the street closer before moving though. He stared between Castiel and the female and frowned. It seemed the graceless angel was heading to the woman's car, and now that he looked at the woman... she didn't really seem human. She had a different element to her, and it concerned him. The angel glanced to Reagan. "If you would excuse me... or join me if you wish... I must stop him before he does something unreasonable." He said to her, looking carefully though. He only waited a second further, not really for her answer, before he started across the street. Watching the woman come around to get in her car, he realized why she appeared different. She wasn't human at all, she was a reaper, and that had him much further concerned than previously. The Seraph walked across the highway, not too worried about traffic, dropping his angel blade into his hand just to be ready.

"Excuse me." Nuriel spoke as he came to the parking lot, looking straight at Castiel. "I would like to speak with you. If you are not... busy." He said, although the tone of his voice hardly made it seem like there was a choice. There truly wasn't, as the angel wouldn't just let him go even if Castiel tried to run off. He hoped that his fellow angel wouldn't run. That the reaper would simply be helpful and not a problem. That he wouldn't have to use the weapon. But if it were to be necessary, he was ready to get what he needed. Although he had no intention of killing anyone for sure. He wouldn't if he could avoid it. He gave a side glance to the reaper, then glanced back toward where the hunter would be, curious if she had followed him.

[Archangel.]

Cαѕтιєℓ
✞ мαℓє -|- αиgєℓ -|- αgє υикиσωи -|- ѕιиgℓє

Castiel stood idly by the open car door, scanning the area by slightly squinting his eyes. The overcast sky glowing in stark whiteness from the sun which was nothing more than a hazy spot. Before stepping into the car he saw two advancing figures, one appeared to be a man and the other a younger girl. Both locked dead on to the car, and especially Castiel. He stood up straight, making eye contact with the male figure, slowly unsheathing his enochian blade from his left sleeve. He stepped away from the car and closed the door and walked with strict posture in-front of the two strangers. From the way he upholds himself, the man is mostlikely an angelic vessel. Castiel thought hastily. He chose not to show his weakness, even though he was hungry, tired and already cut and bruised. With an intense stare acknowledged the mans request, seeing his share of an enochain blade in his hand and looked back to eye level. "I assume this is not a request but an order."Castiel tightened his grip around the metallic heavenly blade, his palm still lightly throbbing because of the scrapes. "What do you want with me?" He stood poised, ready for an attack. He quickly scanned his surroundings but didn't sense or see anyone coming.

[laf]

╔.........................╗
.......➸ female
.......➸ hunter
.......➸ curious
.......➸ listening
.......➸ with Nuriel,
..........Castiel, Kacey
╚.........................╝

Reagan stays quiet as Nuriel speaks, feeling a small sense of relief and a sort of awkward pride as he mentions the general stubbornness of humanity. She is aware that, being a human, she is considerably less powerful than her newfound companion, but that doesn't mean she can't pack a punch in her own right. As Nuriel begins to walk to his brother and who might be his sister, Reagan hesitates for a moment before running across the street after him. Getting the chance to befriend an angel doesn't come too often if you're not a Winchester. The blinding flash of light against an angel blade sets Reagan on alert immediately, but the fact it is in Nuriel's hand makes her a tad less concerned. A very small tad. When he tosses a glance over his shoulder, Reagan shoots him a thumbs-up and a slightly awkward smile. The woman he seems to eye like she could explode. The hunter keeps her focus on the angel Nuriel was so interested in. He speaks, but she doesn't think Nuriel would appreciate it if she replied. And so Reagan stays silent at the angel's side.

[Elillium]

Kacidia-Mandolin Garciaz

Of all demonic things, there will be light.

Kacey glanced up at Castiel with one eyebrow raised. This was an interesting turnout, yet it was so perfect for her.
Kacey opened the drivers side door once more, closing it behind her with a cocky attitude. Kacey crossed her pale
arms and leaned against the car door. Her pale skin shone in the moon light, her dark eyes practically hidden from
the shadows her perfectly formed eyebrows cast over her eye sockets. The short little reaper, who was disguised so
perfectly in this limp human's form glanced over at the group of people. She had no intention of walking over to them,
willing to talk to them. She knew that girl was a hunter, she could see the weapons on her, hidden under her clothing.
She had had the feeling that Castiel was something not of human anger, once she started to repeat that he felt out of
place, and now pulling out this intimidating blade, Kacey felt more intrigued to go over there. They had no power over
her, unless they had a cross, an alter, and some holy water with them. Kacey's eyes flicked over the three of them. No,
no they did not, and what did that mean for Kacey? She was death, she could not be stopped by them now. Kacey was
set up in the perfect position to kill at least one of them, she just had to wait for the perfect moment.

[Maxxika]

⇢ nuriel ⇢ male ⇢ angel-seraph ⇢ with reagan, castiel and kacey

Nuriel's gaze fell solidly on Castiel's hand as he reached for the blade. The female in the car got out, but he didn't quite look at her. Simply out of the corner of his eye. He was mostly focused on Castiel, particularly now that there was absolutely no denying that it was him there. He nodded a bit. "It is definitely an order, Castiel. I need to speak with you." The angel demanded and stepped closer to the graceless angel. He set his gaze evenly with Castiel's. He could tell he was ready to attack, but had no idea why he would try. He glanced back to the blade curiously and then shrugged. "Our brothers and sisters have fallen, Castiel. And they are all looking for you, and it seems you have lost your grace. I want to know why." The seraph said firmly to Castiel. He felt that was simple enough of a question. Straight forward, to the point. Although hardly clear on what he would do with that information. He himself wasn't sure just what he would actually do with it. Wouldn't until he knew. Curiously he glanced toward Reagan. He was a bit pleased to see she had followed. Just a bit. She interested him, he was intrigued to know more about her. But not in the moment. And then there was the reaper, oh how he wasn't into those. Especially now with so much going on, the concept of just more death going on worried him. He glanced over toward her. "And what do you want with my brother?" He asked her, watching intently and with a daring glance.

[Elillium]

Kacidia-Mandolin Garciaz

Kacey was watching them, her black eyes reflected the moonlight like mirrors. Kacey blinked at their conversation.
Girls and boys, falling from the sky? Not possible... that was unrealistic. Then again Kacey had seen a man fall from
the sky herself, it was kind of intimidating. Kacey was intimidated by plenty of things. Kacey blinked again when the
man who had asked to speak with the guy who now had in interesting looking knife in his hands asked her what her
intentions were. "He asked me to take him to the closest Motel for the night. So I was going to" she said. Her arms
fell from cross across her chest to rest gently against the drivers side window. Her fingers drummed on the glass in a
faint pattern. Kacey glanced around. "How are you brothers? You look nothing alike" Kacey said, glancing up at the
sky one last time to make sure no one was planning on falling on her. Kacey stood up, walking around to the other
side of the car, watching the shadows that she made as she walked past the headlights. The small young woman
closed the passenger door. She could feel the satisfying jab of the blade concealed in her sleeve creatively, as it
poked into her palm.

[Archangel.]

Cαѕтιєℓ
✞ мαℓє -|- αиgєℓ -|- αgє υикиσωи -|- ѕιиgℓє

Castiel held his ground, trying his hardest to put forward the facade of strength even with his current state. The other angel was correct, he was graceless, and considering the likeliness that majority of Heaven knew his affiliations with Metatron- he seemed to be on some sort of bounty list. He momentarily paused, thinking through what he might say.It would be wise to create allies now, but quite plainly I do not want another angel to get hurt in the crossfire of my misjudgments Castiel faltered to think of a response before Kacey broke explaining her business with him. "What she speaks of is true," He paused again before adding, "Let us look beyond details. All of our brethren have been cast out by Metatrons hand, he used a spell of his and manipulated me into thinking what I was doing would help the already broken Heaven," He stopped, let out a sigh and with dismay pouring from his eyes he continued, "Though it only seems this has made matters worse." He gripped tighter on the blade, tried to steady himself and stood up straight again- staring into the other angels eyes without faltering to show that he was indeed speaking the truth. "And before you either try on my life, or paint rumors to other angels, I would at least request that you give me the pleasure of knowing your name."

[Maxxika]

⇢ nuriel ⇢ male ⇢ angel-seraph ⇢ with reagan, castiel and kacey

The seraph's brow furrowed in concern at the reaper's response. He had asked her for a ride? That was odd for his mind, an angel asking favors of a reaper. Especially a ride to a motel. Although as he thought, it occurred to Nuriel that without his grace the reaper just looked like a small innocent girl. He frowned some and shook his head. "Well, what does a reaper like you want to do with my brother?" He asked, making sure to very clearly emphasize the word 'reaper' as he spoke to her. If Castiel didn't know what she was, he would know. He watched her move around the car, then glanced to Castiel, then back to her. "We are angels. We are all brothers. These are simply vessels." He explained as if she should have already known that much. He wasn't here to explain to a reaper about angels, not really, and he wasn't known as the most patient individual. Not with other creatures anyways. So he turned his attention directly to Castiel again, eyes narrowed at the response. The ex-angel tried hard to look strong, confident, dignified, but Nuriel knew he didn't have the strength to truly fight him. But to decide that the details didn't matter, that how it happened wasn't to be concerned about, that bothered the seraph greatly.

Nuriel did listen though and kept his head up and his arms at his sides. He still gripped the angel blade tight in one hand, but without lifting it he wasn't making a threat. He considered the answer carefully, a thoughtful look crossing his expression. If it had truly been an accident, deception, how could Nuriel fault Castiel? He had made so many mistakes himself. On a smaller scale, but mistakes in believing the wrong individuals. Now he was torn, to trust the words of a graceless angel everyone wanted dead, or to join the others in hating him. The angel gave a slight nod to him. "Even if you truly were deceived by Metatron. Even if your intentions were good, you are still wanted. And you are still at fault." Nuriel told him, although hardly as condemning as most would have been. Or that he maybe should have been. "Everyone has fallen, been cut off. Some have died. This place, it is not easy to visit on a normal day. Confusing and so twisted and backwards, but after having fallen... I do not envy our brothers. And I do not envy you, or your lost grace. And I am sorry for that, I could not imagine going through it. But you locked us out, and you need to help get us back home." His tone shifted from worry and sadness to nearly a demanding order at the end. His blue eyes met with Castiel's, and he was silent for a moment. He tilted his head questioningly though, frowning some. "I do not intend to attempt on your life. But my name is Nuriel." He was sincere, the most he could be in his expression and tone as far as he was aware anyways.

[Elillium]

Kacidia-Mandolin Garciazwearing tagged : Reagan, Castiel and Nuriel

The youngest daughter of Death glanced up at Nuriel when he turned to her. "Not planning on killing him if that is what
you are implying." She suggested in a quiet voice. Kacey did not honestly care if they knew she was a reaper or not. She
was not created to hide, she was created to make other people hide. Kacey looked up at Nuriel when he spoke that they
were angels. Her black eyes flickered and seemed to instantly grown in size. She was not shocked, it would only explain
why she didn't want to kill the angels as much as she would a human, or a hunter. Kacey's stare flicked over to Reagan.
She would ask when Reagan was doing, but the man, Nuriel was too interesting in talking with his apparent brother the
acknowledge her anymore. Why was she still here? she had a list of people to put down and transport to the underworld,
or hell. None of them would be swimming with the angels that remained in the sky, like they were supposed to be, they
didn't deserve it. Kacey enjoyed taking people below the surface, it was more time to collaborate with her older brothers
and sisters, which there were way to many of. That was why Kacey was the smallest, youngest, yet one of the strongest,
reapers to call Death father. Kacey was the last one created to prevent over population. Kacey was silent, her index finger
drumming against the tip of the knife in her sleeve. Look like a human, defend yourself like a human.