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Mar 24, 2015 14:11:31 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Mar 24, 2015 14:11:31 GMT -5
Quinn was chilling. Well when she was chilling, she had strictly taught another one of her students how to start to approach wielding their weapon. Though they were in a defeatist mood, over the course of the day it seemed more promising. It was a long around task but it had to be done. Quinn liked a fight and feeling the presence of the weapon brought a smile upon her face. It had been one of those weeks where she submerged herself in her work. Really, she had been doing this for centuries, locking herself away to practice fighting or to be hunting some demons herself. Having time on her hands was not something she was accustomed to be she really wanted to live more.
Who better to show her the ropes it seemed than Roran. He was a fellow Chair of the Silver Cross and he knew what responsibilities they all had. He seemed the most at ease with life; well that was until late where he would become more secretive. As long as it did not undermine the operation, they were performing then she did not see why it would be any sort of an issue. It was not as if he was being corrupted by Magik or anything. That in itself was so absurd she could laugh about it. Though they were not supposed to laugh, they were supposed to take it seriously; Quinn knew that this lighthearted approach was the best way to tackle the situation. If one dwelt upon it too much then they would be forever stuck.
He had told her to come down from her seat of Limbo and start exploring the world more. Though she did some of the hunts herself, she never really absorbed the atmosphere around her. It seemed like she had been living in a cloud, the world eclipsed in her eyes. Perhaps he had a remedy for that or at least some sort of idea on where to start. Not being accustomed to taking it easy, she dressed casually and went about walking the city at night. The one thing she did know about the world here was the dark sky, a sense of harmony flooding her system. He told her to go into a bar. Why she had no notion, she would not go to this sort of place too often. This was not because she disapproved but she never had the time.
Sitting down on a chair at the bar, Quinn observed the people around her.
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Mar 27, 2015 12:39:07 GMT -5
Post by Roran Madoc on Mar 27, 2015 12:39:07 GMT -5
Roran had never truly fit in with other angels. But it wasn't that others haven't tried. Circumstances from his past kept him from truly joining his own kind. Everything he did was simply a front, joining the Silver Cross, keeping on good terms with the others of the Silver Cross. The truth was, Roran wasn't even sure where he fit in anymore. He was slowly turning into a demon as his Divine Weapon continued to corrupt him and he certainly wasn't a human. They would, eventually, notice he wasn't aging at a regular rate like them. And the angels? They were all about protocol and justice. At least, the ones he met. He had yet to meet an Angel who was looking to sit back and enjoy life. Suggestion to Quinn that she should experience the world more, had just been his mouth working on autopilot. He had never truly meant anything he said so it equally surprised him when she accepted the idea. And now, here he was, hating himself as he went to join her. Out of everyone in the Silver Cross, Roran got along the best with Quinn, at least, on the outside and to everyone else's knowledge. Keeping his secret had alienated him from those who could possibly help him.
This sole reason was why he had infused himself so strongly with humans. Even his other band members were human. Though he knew it was fake, the applause and cheers from his fans was enough to make him feel as though he was accepted and it fueled him to keep going. With his hoodie pulled up over his head, he walked down the streets of NYC. It had been awhile since he'd been here but his band just happened to be on tour here and it was easy to slip away without anyone noticing. He had to, however, keep his identity hidden from the humans around him. When it came to meeting with other angels, especially those on the Silver Cross, he liked to keep his privacy. He took the steps down to the bar level and walked in, a chime on the door announcing his presence. He felt her before he spotted her and he quickly made his way over to her, heart racing. He'd been able to keep his Magik under control today but anytime he met with another angel, he felt the fear that it might be exposed. He knew this secret would be the death of him one day but it was only a matter of just how long that was.
"Coors on draft, please." Roran ordered and the bartender nodded, getting his order ready. He turned to Quinn with a smirk. "You still look stiff. Relax!" he said, thanking the bartender for his drink as he brought it his lips. He grimaced but swallowed. Human beer was a tad disgusting but he didn't want to get anywhere near tipsy tonight in case he lost control. He set his drink back down and turned his blue eyes on her. "Humans pick up on body signals real easy and with the way you're looking, you look like you're ready to start a fight. Relax and drink. Have some fun for once!" he laughed, still surprised how easy he could fake getting along with her.
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Mar 28, 2015 6:43:04 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Mar 28, 2015 6:43:04 GMT -5
She was always carefree and enjoyable when she was with her fellow angels. When it came to the Silver Circle, she had to act a bit more professional, though her girly personality still seemed to shine through after all this time. She liked to laugh, hug and wave at people. When it came to the human world, she was not sure of what the social conventions actually were. Most of the time she realized she was over the top and had been advised to tone it down. Perhaps that was why she had initially been hesitant in being anything but serious when she was at the bar. However observing what she did see, she saw the laid-back attitude of the others. The more she watched, she more she envied their sheltered lives.
It was not long before she was joined with her fellow chair member. The presence hit her like the sun encompassing a human with its light warming touches. At the feeling of not being such a fish out of water, a bright smile formed upon her lips. The man was wearing a hoodie and looked so involved with his surroundings. Out of all the members, she believed he had the most connections to the interactions and mannerisms of the humans they were protecting. It was strange but it was always instilled in her that she had to separate herself, to be impartial so that they did not become personal and she would think of the bigger picture. Looking at her comrade now, she wondered if that was indeed the best course of action.
When Roran had been given his drink, the cute bartender had asked what she wanted. Biting her lips she thought about it, realized she had no notion what they sold so simply asked for the same. The man came back with a beer and gave her a wink. Instinctively she smiled back at him and gave a nod as thanks. Then she remembered if that was the right protocol for the humans. Dismissing the notion, for he did not seem offended, she turned fully to her fellow angel. She laughed when he said she looked like she was ready for a fight. Perhaps she had spent too long hunting demons and not enough time winding down after all. Flicking her hair with her finger, she looked Roran up and down. “If I did not know any better I would have believed you to be like one of them. Thanks for the tip.” She winked at him.
Quinn was a girly girl when it came to smiling, giving people hugs and laughing a lot of the time. Yet she likes to fight and could be serious when the time came. It did not occur to her that people found it hard to disassociate the two parts and just see her. As far as she was concerned, she was just being her. Realizing she had not even took her drink, she allowed her shoulders to relax, taking on Roran’s suggestion and took a sip from the bottle. Her face scrunched up for a second at the bland taste of the liquor. Is this what humans really drank? Ignoring the revelation, she shook herself before taking another drink before laughing once more. “Does everyone actually drink this?” Everyone meant human and though she was rusty in human etiquette, she knew referring to them by their species name would cause some awkward glances.
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Mar 28, 2015 13:59:27 GMT -5
Post by Roran Madoc on Mar 28, 2015 13:59:27 GMT -5
After his family had been butchered by his uncle, he and his mother had lived among humans for protection. Roran had grown up with them, learning their habits and easily blending in. It was no wonder he felt the most at ease among them. But Roran kept his past a secret, even going as far as to change his last name. His real name was a well known Angelic family name and everyone knew about the affair and circumstances that led to the family's ruin. Everyone also assumed the entire family was dead. Being the sole survivor, he liked to keep it that way, considering it had been him who had pierced his mother's heart with his Divine Weapon, bringing on his corruption. If everyone assumed the entire family died, there would be no questions and no one looking into his past which could potential reveal his secret. Just dropping his whole past and name was a lot easier and there was no one left that call him out on it.
He chuckled at her as he lifted the beer back to his lips and took another drink, suppressing the need to shudder in disgust. "Believe it or not, this is one of hundreds of beer flavors that are made. Of course, I think this is the better tasting of them all but everyone has their own opinion. It's all about the hops." He hoped he didn't need to explain what hops was. He hoped she would just leave the matter at that. "I suggested you come out into public for the sole purpose of trying to socialize." To anyone listening, it seemed to be a very human conversation but between the two of them, the conversation was on a whole different level. "You can't stay cooped up forever. After all, there are kinds of different people to meet." In other words, staying in limbo was only going to distance herself further and further from humans the longer the generations went on. She needed to learn about the very humans she was struggling to protect instead of going off of the stories. He cleared his throat and pointed past her to the couple at the end of the bar that seemed to be trying to find ways to become one. He lowered his voice so only she could hear him. "Take these two, for example. She's a divorcee recently out of court and to celebrate her victory, has turned to the most common form of human celebration; pleasure. The quickest way to "tame" a human is through pleasure and there are boundless forms of pleasure. Sinful and the latter." He stopped here, feeling he was getting into dangerous waters. As Angels, the very thought of Sin was like a Sin in itself. They were trying to stop the demons and the Demon Lords from spreading sin among the humans, not learning to use it to their advantage. That was what Roran did. Part of his "contract" with the Silver Cross was giving him free reign to do whatever needed done to bring certain people in. Basically, the Silver Cross turned a blind eye to the methods in which he brought in the wanted. And because of his corruption, he'd gotten incredibly good at it simply because he wasn't afraid to use Sin, more like, he enjoyed using it. But he only did it because the Silver Cross didn't ask questions. As long as he brought them who they wanted, they left him be. No one had yet to rival him but that was probably because no other Angel was corrupted with Magik.
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She knew she could be vexing at times. Yet she wanted to see the best of life. Sure, for an angel this seemed like a futile pursuit. After all, they are the ones without sin (or at least that is what is always said about them). Yet she had seen so much fighting, so much blood being spilt in all of her years, she could not see the world in the same view again. Optimism was her defence. She wanted to believe that all this was worth fighting for.
The angels were known to be at times aloof. Humans on the other hand, though in many aspects the most vulnerable and fragile out of all the species on his Earth, were more often than not the ones who strove for everything. Perhaps it was the mere fact that there was a time in which they lived. As long as she was not killed, Quinn would live indefinitely. This meant that days turned to weeks, which in turn lead into months. Centuries would end up flying by and she would learn not a great deal more. Though she was confused by their mannerisms; their drives and even their sins, she was utterly fascinated by them.
Quinn had not however took the plunge to divulge this hobby, thus she had simply lurched into her work. At the back of her mind, it would nibble away. Perhaps that was why, when Roran offhandedly told her to chill out and meet her down in the bar, though she was unsure of whether it was a good idea to pursue, her heart leapt at the chance to do something daring. She had always been told that she should remain distant but now she was here, she was glad to be rebelling against this sort of thinking.
Roran would be her guide. She had always believed him to be a good friend to her. When they had first met, it was slightly rocky, probably for the same reason that it was rocky with anyone else: they did not take her seriously. Quinn was bubbly, lively and would love to wave and act girly. Everyone thought that she was not the type of survive long, she was merely a pampered angel who knew no better. Yet when the time came, she proved herself beyond measure. Taken aback by her skill and determination, this blond bombshell was not ditsy but resourceful.
Repeatedly she would be relied upon, each time not disappointing her fellow angels. Quinn liked Roran because he did not seem to judge or at least not to her face anyways. She felt like she could confide in him with whatever troubles she had. Therefore, he was the one to turn to when her life was being less than perfect. It had not been long since she had usurped her father, for even though her intentions were good, she had to concede that it could not have been anything else but this. Roran seemed to understand and she respected him for that.
He mentioned hops; though she did not exactly know what it meant, she did not want to seem too naïve in his eyes so simply nodded. She acknowledged her exclusion meant she did not really know who she was actually fighting for, why she should fight for them in the first place. “Yes I believe you are right.” His gesture led to her facing a couple. Listening to his narrative, she tried to learn the basics of what was important and more frankly, what humans were actually like. Though a great many were always shocked when sin was spoken, Quinn did not. Death always shielded the being from a great many horrors.
Sin was a topic she did not experience herself though she could see why others were influenced. She was not naïve enough to think that if merely Sin were so bad, the humans would rebel against it. In fact, they seemed to surround themselves around it. Why she did not know? “I wonder why it is so alluring to sin. I mean it must feel good.” She was speaking more to herself than Roran. Realising she perhaps said the wrong thing, for sin was not supposed to be spoken so lightly. “I mean for them. There must be something in it for… others to enjoy it. Not that I know of it myself.”
Did she not? Was she not vain when she was liked being a chair of the Silver Cross? Was she not full of greed when she won against her own father though it meant his banishment? Was she not prideful to admit that she never wished to usurp her father and tell him so? Did she not feel some wrath towards the demons? Did she not envy the humans for their quaint lives with all their sins, the very things she was meaning to eradicate. Perhaps she was not so holy after all. Perhaps Quinn worried angels were susceptible after all. Taking another drink, she looked back at Roran. “You are indeed knowledgeable about such things. Roran… do you envy them? I mean do you feel sometimes they are the lucky ones?” They were fighting for the humans but it felt like humans were living a life considerably greater than themselves.
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Post by Roran Madoc on Apr 1, 2015 10:52:00 GMT -5
Her easy going attitude about Sin made the hairs on his arms and the back of his neck stand up. The very subject was taboo among Angels and yet, it excited him. How could he explain the temptations of Sin while keeping a neutral attitude? He knew exactly what interested humans in Sin. It was that it was so easy to succumb to such powers, so easy to commit violence, so easy to commit adultery, so easy to lie and steal. It was an easy way out, a reason to let free and not care about the world. It was a form of true basic instincts. Committing oneself to virtue was too much effort. Even if one remained chaste, there were too many temptations that would cause one to fight with themselves, too much money to keep one from being happy with what they had. Sin was an easy ticket to life and humans, being simple creatures, quickly accepted this way of life.
Even he, corrupted by Magik, found the use of Sin exciting. How easy it was to inflict fear and pain on those he was hunting down for the Cross. They were so much easier to haul in when they were terrified. He'd even experienced lustful pleasures of being backstage with girls who only wanted to tell their friends they'd slept with the band. Greed, Envy, Sloth, Gluttony, Lust, Wrath and Pride were now an everyday part of his life and he didn't even blink an eye.
He raised his glass to his lips once more, preferring to keep her questions as rhetorical questions and not answer them. It was safer that way. Just let her assume he didn't have the answer. But he couldn't keep his answers quiet when she asked her last one. He sighed. "I do not Envy them. They have no knowledge of the real world they live in and that can be dangerous. They live their lives, day to day, without a care in the world. I prefer to know what's going on around me, to know when I might be in danger or when I might not be. Just because I've lived with them and grew up around them, doesn't mean I wish to become them." He stopped there, not quite sure how exactly he wished to convey his feelings. When it came to push and shove, Roran would choose the humans over both the Angels and Demons simply for the fact that they saw him as one of them and didn't judge. In this Supernatural world, he was an Angel and because of that, he was supposed to act and be a certain way. In the human world, he could do as he pleased and didn't have to worry about being subjected to a specific group or actions.
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