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Post by Bleating Ram on Dec 13, 2016 16:11:07 GMT -5
(I'm bored and got a lot of free time on my hands and really want to rp since I haven't been able to really in like, months)
Afriel stumbled out into the light, or he assumed it was the light, more than likely the sun judging by how warm it was on his skin. He was scared to remove the bandages that covered up his eyes, afraid that the sun would burn and blind him. His legs were shaky, as well as his whole body, and he looked around blindly. Unable to tell where he was, or what time period it even was, he stood there in fear. He could always turn back around and return to the dark where he'd lived for centuries. But nobody was there. The demons that had held him captive for as long as he could remember had abandoned him decades ago, leaving him to live alone. At first he waited, thinking they would return, but they never did. And it took many years after that for him to just build up the courage to venture farther than the rusted cage he'd been kept in. It had taken even longer for him to find his way out. He was pale, even for an angel. His hair was covered in blood and dirt and was messy, though it didn't sen to have grown much. But if he recalled correctly, there'd been plenty of times the demons had ripped at it or cut it. He was small and frail, almost child like. After all, he was an angel of youth, it was only fitting he look like a young man. His eyes, covered up by dirtied gauze, were in the process of being corrupted. His right eye was an unnaturally bright blue, the other was a dark purple, the sclera turned black and it was spreading ever so slowly to his other eye. It hurt to see any sort of light for him, and so the demons had been at least kind enough to cover them up for him. At least until the corruption was complete. He had one wing, the other had been sawed and torn and ripped over a long time period, leaving him in agony. And they'd torn it out from his body, he'd never grow it back. His single wing was bloody, bent at odd angles, broken, and still bleeding. He'd torn it up while trying to find his way out. Three halos rested tightly around his neck in a nice, neat little line. They used to hang around his face, but the demons who'd kept him locked away tore them down and managed to choke him, and they remained there for centuries. His ears were long and pointed, twitching slightly from all the new noises around him, and some he hadn't heard in forever, like the birds in the trees.He wore nothing but tattered, ripped up, and dirtied clothes, going barefoot. A loud noise off to his left caused him to jump, turning his attention blindly towards it. What was all that racket? It was unlike anything he'd ever heard of before. Taking a few shaky steps forward, he started his way towards the noise, maybe someone would be willing to help him. Little did he know that the world had changed so much since he'd last seen it. It wasn't anything like what he was used to.
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Post by Bleating Ram on Dec 13, 2016 18:08:10 GMT -5
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Post by Raven on Dec 13, 2016 18:42:52 GMT -5
Fae stomped through the brush, scowling. That was the last time one of her paetrons demanded a refund. After all, did they actually expecy a psychic buisness to be entirley true? As magic as Fae was, she couldn't see the future more than any mortal. The only reason she chose to ran the da** place is to keep her father's legacy alive. To he** with it,she thought,I could start up another buisness, I mean everybody would understand. Her father was a big name in the city, and an awful one to. He was known for cheating people off, and Fae had gotten stuck with him until his end. She swung at another limb and then stopped as she saw a creature. She gave pause for a moment, then smiled. "Do you need any help, dearie? It looks like you got in a bit of a spot." She took a step forward so she would be out in the open, and then waited. Maybe she could get some help with what she was trying to do.
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Post by Bleating Ram on Dec 13, 2016 19:01:17 GMT -5
Afriel looked over towards the voice, sensing another prescene and he offered a faint, submissive and weak smile that revealed his double set of fangs on top and bottom. "Hello," he returned the greeting, wary sounding, like a frightened animal. "Um...yes, I seem to be a bit lost and I have no idea where I am," he admitted, running a scarred up hand through his pastel pink undercut. And from what could be seen, the short part was pastel purple. Though it was difficult to tell with all the dirt and grime and dried blood. "Who....who are you?" He questioned. Whoever this voice belonged to, they didn't seem like a demon, so at least that was a relief. That didn't mean he was keen on getting any closer than he had to though. Not yet anyways.
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Post by Raven on Dec 13, 2016 19:29:00 GMT -5
Fae thought for a moment. Although the creature looked very out of place, his voice seemed to betray his prescence. She didn't see any harm in giving him her name, after all it wasn't technically her real name. "I'm Fae. We're in New York. I live a couple miles back, above a shop. If you want, you could come with me and get cleaned up a bit. I know a way to get back without people seeing you, if you're not to keen on that idea. Or I could just glamour you for a short while and then we could catch a cab back." She reached up slowly and tucked a piece of her hair behind her ear. "What's your name?" She decided that was a better course of action to what are you. Some folks thought it very rude.
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Post by Bleating Ram on Dec 13, 2016 20:03:36 GMT -5
"New York?" He asked, sounding absolutley puzzled. What was New York? Where in the world was that? Where was he? Where had he been all these centuries?! "What is New york, Fae?" He questioned, stepping forward a bit on weak legs. "If you're not here to torture or torment me, I would be grateful if you assisted me," he explained,"do whatever will make it easiest on you," he answered. His wing shifted, causing him to wince before offering another weak smile. "Afriel, angel of youth," he told her, and the pride that used to be in his voice whenever he introduced himself was gone. Instead he sounded meek, quiet, submissive and afraid.
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Post by Raven on Dec 14, 2016 16:15:37 GMT -5
Fae tilted her head. Angel,huh? "New York is a one of the fifty states in the U.S, in the continent of North America. You must have been away for a while. And don't worry, I haven't got a reason to torment you. Teleporting will probably be easier for you, since you can't exactly walk very well. If you're comfortable with that, we can go." She offered, deciding to wait for an answer before poofing. Some people didn't take very kind to it, and it wasn't a great experience.
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Post by Bleating Ram on Dec 14, 2016 17:02:59 GMT -5
He tilted his head ever so slightly atbthe new wave of information being given to him. "United states? North America?" He questioned, shaking his head,"none of this sounds familiar," he admitted with a sigh. "Teleport? Are you magic?" He asked, stepping closer and reaching out for her. "I don't mind it one bit, I've not teleported since....well, for a long time," he informed her. Afriel didn't mind teleporting, it was his second favorite way to travel, right after flying.
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Post by Raven on Dec 15, 2016 11:38:37 GMT -5
"Well, I probably have some books on the history of the United States, if you want to learn about that kind of thing." Fae shrugged. "I don't really care to much about history, so I can't tell you much. Yeah, I can use magic. My dad taught me a little bit after he found out I could actually use it. My mom couldn't so they didn't really know if I could until I was two. " She reached for his arm, and grabbed onto him. She waved her hand, and the pair dissapeared in a cloud of purple smoke. When they reappeared, they were inside a building, filled with shelves of various knick-knacks scattered around. There was a sign on the door with bold black letters reading "Medium Aviable. Know Your Future" Fae walked over to the door and flipped the Open sign to show Closed. "There's a bathroom upstairs to the right where you can get washed up. Just turn the knob on the container, and water should come out." Fae figured if Afriel didn't know what North America was, he probably didn't know what a sink was either.
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Post by Bleating Ram on Dec 15, 2016 11:56:26 GMT -5
"I would like that very much," he told her with a smile,"thank you for helping me." He flinched when she touched his scarred up arm, forcing himself to relax because he imagined if Fae wanted to hurt him she would have by now. When they teleported and arrived back he looked around blindly, almost like he could still "see" what was around him. "You're very good at magic, at least from what I can tell. I imagine teleporting isn't easy," he stated, looking over at her when she spoke up, nodding a bit,"thank you." Fae was right in assuming that he had no clue what a sink was, the last he remembered, people were still getting water from wells. He made his way towards the stairs carefully, feeling for the wall before heading up, looking around as he walked, taking a right like he'd been told, searching for the bathroom and then the container he'd been told about. Turning the knob he was surprised to find water coming out. Carefully he removed the bloody gauze from his eyes, stopping dead when he saw his reflection. He hadn't seen himself in centuries, was that really him? Tentatively he touched under his corrupted eye, looking horrified. The demons hadn't been lying, he really was being corrupted. He imagined it wouldn't be much longer before his other eye became the same way and he could only imagine about what it would do to the rest of his body. Glancing down at the water, he took a deep breath before he placed his hands underneath, letting them fill with water before he rubbed his face with it, letting out a sigh of relief at the way it felt against his skin.
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Post by Raven on Dec 15, 2016 12:12:58 GMT -5
Fae glanced out the windows at the busy streets outside. She was lucky nobody saw that, with everybody being absorbed in their own problems. She reckoned she should probably get blinds at some point, but then people would think the building more suspicous, although she had certainly seen shadier places. She smiled as she heard the tap turn on. Suprised he could get it on She scavegened around the shelves for some books. People brought stuff into her all the time, if she was willing to pay them half the cost. And most of the time, she could. College students of all ages were suprised when they found her running the shop. She supposed she looked as if she could be in college, although she had no intrest in going. Didn't see a point to it. She put down the text books with a loud thump onto the counter with the register. She tilted her head for a moment.I wonder if he can even read. She shook her head and took a seat behind the counter, reaching for her embroidery. It was one of the good skills her father had taught her how to do, one of the only things that couldn't hurt somebody. She threaded some gold thread through a needle and started on her work. Her current piece was the qoute, "Well-behaved women never make history," with some images scattered around. Someone had gotten a hold of her works through the internet and then asked for a request, offering a good amount of money.
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Post by Bleating Ram on Dec 15, 2016 13:06:53 GMT -5
Afriel washed up the best he could, looking down at the gauze on the counter. He didn't want to put that back on, not with how dirty it was. But he also didn't want to walk around with his eyes showing. They hurt enough already and the light wasn't helping. He'd been in the dark for so long that prolonged exposure to the light hurt his eyes. He turned the water off and made his way back down the stairs. "Fae, I hate to bother you, but you wouldn't happen to have any more gauze would you?" he asked, looking around for her before spotting her and making his way over. "The one I had it was dirty and I didn't want to put it back on my face," he explained, keeping his head down so he could hide his eyes a bit better.
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