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"Charles is making some sandwiches... though I guess you and Sebastian won't be having those..." "I can put some blood packs into a bottle or two. I'll bet we could easily pass it off as wine in public," Sebastian said in a hushed tone as he entered the room, being careful not to wake Stevie. One of the perks of having advanced hearing was that he could hear their conversation from the next room. "So, I guess then maybe bring whatever Stevie would want?" Amelia suggested. --- "I'm fine, kid," Kris answered. "Look at me. The first rule is don't ever be 'sorry'. Don't slouch either. You're a Trickster and by what I just saw you'll make a damn good one with a little training. So, be proud. Now, c'mon. Let's see what Ortiz and the other kids found. Then we'll know what we're up against." --- Once they were outside, Henderson gestured for him to get in the car while he walked around to the drivers side. He glanced at the precinct, knowing there'd be hell to pay when he got back for going off without backup. But he figured that if he came back a hero, maybe it wouldn't matter so much. He wasn't exactly thinking straight. He didn't know what he wanted and the subconscious part of him that was self-destructive seemed to be taking the wheel right now. He got into the drivers side and waited for Dick to get in before hurriedly starting the car and taking off before any officers could notice or stop them. "Tell me where to go," he said with a determined look while watching the road. --- "That is understandable," Uriel responded to Death with a nod. When he and Gabriel were alone he didn't look at him as he spoke. His eyes were on Raguel. Watching him muttering away, trying to hear what he was saying. "It seems humans have more and more to repent for each day. I am certainly kept busy in their world," he answered Gabriel. Just as Uriel was beginning to lose interest in Raguel, he heard him mumble "Lil- Lilith..." Curiosity peaked, and he stepped closer to the bars with a look of concentration as he strained to hear him. "Lilith... I'm sorry... " The words were said in the ancient language but Uriel caught them clearly. "It would seem our former Commanding Angel may have more than aggravated assault to repent for," he commented, barely able to contain his sly smirk. If it turned out that Raguel was the angel that had romanced and impregnated Lilith all those years ago, then there would be no way he'd ever regain his position as Commanding Arch Angel. In fact, he'd be lucky to exist for the rest of the day. He may even be cast out of Heaven if he managed to gain any mercy. Aware of Gabriel's presence and attachment to Raguel, he quickly wiped the smirk from his face. Besides, they didn't know anything for certain. Yet. --- Azrael sat on Death's bed and watched him carefully. After so long of being at Death's side, the idea of another Reaper taking his place felt strange to him, even if it was only in a professional sense. But Azrael was more concerned about something else. "Are you angry with me?" he asked him in a softened voice. "For going with you to the cells when you told me not to." --- May inched closer to him and placed her hands on his chest as they kissed. One of her hands moved up to delicately touch his chin with her fingertips. Breathlessly breaking the kiss, she looked into his eyes again. "Stay with me for a while?" she whispered. "You make me feel safe."

Let me post mine first 😁

I've already written that part of my reply but it could still work and give Henderson an opportunity to acknowledge how he's feeling

Just started watching Twin Peaks recently and I gotta say, weirdness and overwhelming 80's vibes aside, I'm loving how quirky and adorable the FBI agent is xD

Talk about anything and everything OOC here.

Amelia chuckled awkwardly. "No, nothing's wrong. Actually, Charles and I were wondering if you, Sebastian and Stevie would like to join us for a picnic? We're inviting other families so there'll be more kids and we thought it might help Stevie to relax more. So he can see we just got off on the wrong foot. What do you think?" --- Kris blinked, realising that he had once again been under Violet's thrall. Only this time she'd had fatal intentions. The idea that she could easily destroy him had unnerved him greatly but he was determined to keep up the appearance that nothing could phase him. He looked at Blake and knew he was right. He'd scared her off for now but she was bound to return and when she did, it would be with a vengeance. "Ortiz!" he called out quickly and as soon as Ortiz would join them he'd point at him. "Hit the books! Get any info you can on Hell. On Succubi specifically. Take books from libraries and Wiccan stores if you have to. Take some of the Trickster kids to help you. Move!" he then looked at Blake and placed a hand on his shoulder. "You. Your training starts now." --- "What do you want from me!?" Henderson snapped back. "Wha- do you think I can save you, is that it? You want me to talk you out of it?! Well, I can't! I can barely save myself!-" he stopped, realising what he was saying and he glanced around quickly, feeling his cheeks grow red. "Just- Just get in the damn car and let's go, already..." he said, trying to regain his ferocity from a moment ago but now sounding a bit deflated. --- With a sinking feeling in his gut telling him that he should follow Death, Azrael disobeyed him for the first time by following him to the cells. There he heard what Death was demanding and looked to him desperately. "No, Sire! Please! He's not himself!" "He's no longer a threat and his judgement is not yours to make." Uriel chimed in as he appeared next to Gabriel. As much as he was tempted to allow it for the opportunity to potentially take Raguel's position for himself, he would risk losing the respect and loyalty of Angels under him. Besides, in Raguel's current state, it was likely that the council would be choosing his successor regardless, which meant he just had to be patient and make an impression on the council when they arrived. Of course, this now made Gabriel and any other Arch Angel an equal competitor for the role. "For his past actions and most recent actions, we apologise. But we must request that you and Azrael return to your kingdom at this time. We will keep you informed of Raguel's judgement and subsequent replacement." He turned his head slightly to look at Raguel as he heard him continue to mutter in his sleep. --- Lost in his eyes and touched by his words, May brushed her lips against his. Her eyes closed as she locked her lips on his for a moment then she pulled back and paused, hesitant, while looking into his eyes again. Wondering if this was too fast. But given what she'd just been through, she threw caution to the wind and kissed him again.

So, yeah. Those would be his Angel vs Human forms

I just love that for the first one I literally only typed in 'Archangel Uriel' and it just knew lol Flaming sword and everything lol

I've done a little research and have a rough idea. Also, it's ai image time 🤣

It's ok, I don't mind doing that. Might need a heads up for things like this otherwise I'll auto-assume they're yours haha Give me a few to figure out how to play them.

To confirm, is Uriel your character? Cos they're not in your new post 🙂

No, that's fine! Sorry, I was trying to display excitement at there being a new character and failed miserably xD

"Maybe some sandwiches? We can store them in the fridge until we're ready to go. It might be good to get them all made up now while Oliver is fast asleep." Amelia smiled as she got to her feet. She walked over to Charles to plant a kiss on his cheek. "I won't be long. I'll swing by each place, make sure everyone is ok and see if they're up for it." She told him before vanishing. Her first stop; Carter and Sebastian's place. By now Stevie would have relaxed enough in their presence to finally fall asleep. Still on the couch with the blanket wrapped around him and the TV on. --- As strong as Kris was, he was no match for Hellion magics. Under her thrall and unable to take his eyes off her, he stepped back and waved his hand to make the concrete wall go back to its normal state. Then he blinked and realised what had happened. All at once he was surprised, embarrassed and furious. Then she began talking about Blake and although his eyes displayed nothing but pure cold rage, his features had paled slightly. Kris wasn't by any means a good person, but the young Tricksters who worked for him counted on his protection. "You touch any of my Tricksters and I'll cut that pretty little face of yours to ribbons!" he snarled. But he knew he was outmatched. "What do you want?" he asked reluctantly through grit teeth. --- Henderson listened but didn't react. He still hadn't made up his mind on what he believed about him yet. Still, his own emotions and frustrations had somewhat clouded his judgement. "You want to prove to me and everyone here that you want to change?" He asked as he moved over to the cell door. "Prove it." he unlocked it and swung it open. "We bust them. Together. Then you stand trial and testify against your former employers to earn immunity. Then maybe, MAYBE I'll think about giving you a chance. Deal?" --- Azrael gripped Death's robes tightly and pressed his head to his chest as he wept. His head turned a little to watch Gabriel examine Raguel. When he'd lifted Raguel and then vanished to Hell's Cells, Azrael continued to weep. He then shook his head to Death's words. "N-not him. That wasn't him. The Raguel I knew would never..." he trailed off as his voice weakened and he had to catch his breath or he'd weep again. "What will become of Heaven now?... He was always..." he couldn't finish the sentence. The idea that Raguel would no longer be in charge after so long seemed impossible. In his shocked state, he couldn't imagine it, but he knew there was already a process in place to name Raguel's successor in case he should ever fall. Unless Raguel miraculously recovered, Heaven was due a visit from the Council very soon to make the decision. --- In the cell, still healing from his head wounds, Raguel hadn't yet woken up. He'd begun to dream. It was a disorienting and almost non-sensical array of faces, past events spanning millennia, long lost love, duty and violence. Like someone had placed all of his memories together with someone else's before jamming them into a kaleidoscope to see what patterns they create. He muttered quietly in his sleep. In a lost and ancient language. --- May was a little surprised at first that James had decided to pick her up and literally carry her home. Initially, she wasn't sure how she felt about it but as he kept walking she couldn't help noticing how much safer she felt in his arms. She'd rested her head on his shoulder some of the way. When they reached her apartment, she numbly opened the door. Admittedly, she hadn't thought beyond simply getting home as the day's events replayed in her mind. So, when James stepped in behind her she barely batted an eyelid until he embraced her. She listened to him crying, feeling just as numb as she had when unlocking the door. She had also thought she was going to die and as glad as she was that it wasn't the case, she was still in shock and dealing with a sort of internal existential crisis. Just as numbly, she watched him sink to his knees and thought for a moment about what he said before closing her apartment door. Then she knelt beside him. She gently lifted his chin to look him in the eyes then moved her hands to either side of his face to wipe his tears away. "You're James," she said simply and in a softened voice. "You're the man who saved my life." she moved some of his hair from his face.

These emojis are tiny lol

New character 😮

"Might be a little too soon to say. He's only been with them for a day and he was still pretty shaken up when I left." Amelia commented then frowned a little. "I hope they managed to calm him down." She tapped her nails against the table as she thought for a moment. "Maybe I should check in on them and give them the invitation at the same time?" --- Kris had waited until Blake left the room before answering the Succubus. He smirked and stepped closer to her. Confident that his spell had trapped her, he felt no fear as he lifted his hand to cup her chin and slowly turned her head left and right to get a good look at her. "Hell? I don't believe in fairytales, little girl." He sneered, overconfident. "You've got some power, but you're bluffing. You just wanted my attention, didn't you?" --- "You're not listening to me..." Henderson sighed in frustration as he rubbed his temples. "You know what? Forget it. I'm just going to go back and do my job. If anyone wants to judge me for something I didn't even do then I guess I'll know who I can't trust." he said sourly as he got up to march back into the precinct. He made a beeline for Dick's cell and gripped the bars. "Let's get this over with. You're going to take me where I need to go to bust these bastards. Now." --- "You sanctimonious son of a-" Raguel had begun to growl angrily, which had already been enough of a shock to Azrael that he'd turned to look at him in disbelief. But then he saw something had caught Raguel's eye and following his gaze, he saw Lilly had entered the room only to slow to a stop as she too saw the way he was looking at her. The last time Raguel had seen Lilly was when his army needed to fight against her horde of deformed corpses when the second portal had opened. He'd seen Death strike the killing blow but hadn't known what had become of the girl after that. He'd assumed she'd been destroyed. Now he stared at the girl whom he knew had so much potential for chaos and destruction... and seeing only a threat his eyes turned red. Raguel's comment had already been wildly out of character but Angel eyes do not turn red and seeing this was enough for Azrael to act before things could get further out of hand. Just as Raguel moved forward, Azrael tackled him and teleported the pair to his office in Heaven. Roaring furiously, Raguel threw Azrael off. Before he could teleport back, however, the dark-haired Angel had jumped to his feet and flew at him, sending them both across the room and pinning the Arch Angel to the wall. "Cease this madness, Raguel!" Azrael begged him while trying to hold him in place. Raguel only laughed and then headbutted him, knocking him back with a bloodied nose. "Madness? You think I'M mad?!" Raguel shouted back as he marched towards him threateningly. "That girl is a danger! A time bomb from another world come to destroy ours! She and Raven, both!" "No! They're innocent! They-!" Azrael tried but was cut off as Raguel punched him, knocking him down. "Is that what he told you? Innocent!?" He kicked him, making him cry out. "I knew handing you over to him would warp your mind! That he'd twist you into something you're not!" He kicked him again. "You're an Angel, Azrael! You were one of Heaven's finest! What a waste!" "There's something wrong with you! This isn't you! Raguel-!" Azrael lifted his hands, pleading. But Raguel kicked him across the room this time. Making his body slam against the wall. "To think I thought of you as my son." Raguel shook his head. His tone tinged with disgust. "Pathetic!" he bent down and grabbed Azrael by his throat, lifting him to pin him against the wall. "I will defend the realms to the last flicker of light. Even if I have to kill him and you for getting in my way." Azrael wasn't entirely sure what had happened next or how he'd found the strength given his beaten body. It all became a blur. He recalled screaming. His own screams continued to ring in his ears long after he'd stopped. He remembered fighting with every ounce of strength that he could muster. Until his fists throbbed with blinding pain and his lungs felt like they could collapse at any moment. A flash of surprise on Raguel's face. Then it was replaced by a shiny, red mess of bruises, swelling and cuts. In the stillness of the aftermath, Azrael looked down at the unconscious Arch Angel. His facial features were barely recognisable now. He looked at his fists which were equally battered and bloodied. As the realisation of what he'd done set in, he struggled to breathe. Weeping, he hurriedly crawled off Raguel's chest, huddled against the broken desk and stared at him for a moment. Raguel would recover but the shock and guilt of what had happened and what he'd done to him left Azrael feeling sick. That's not to mention the dread he felt that something had happened to Raguel to change him so suddenly into something so cruel and vile. Or what would happen to Heaven now that the commanding Arch Angel was no longer mentally stable enough to run things. "He-help..." he whimpered softly as he continued to stare at Raguel's barely breathing body. "Help!" he cried out, his voice breaking as he sobbed. "HELP!!!" --- May whimpered as she felt the blade cut into her neck. For just a second, she'd expected him to pull the scalpel across her throat. When Abaddon cried out, the scalpel fell away from her and he let her go, she immediately ran to throw herself into James's arms. The security staff had already been at the door, ready to step in once May was out of harm's way. So while James was tending to her, they rushed in to pin him to the bed while a couple of nurses prepared to inject him with enough sedatives to knock him out for a while. May nervously watched them work until she was sure they were safe. She barely winced as James cleaned the cut on her neck. Then, when sure they were no longer in danger, she looked up at him as he placed a bandage over her cut. She lifted a hand to gently wipe away some of his tears with her thumb. "May, are you alright?" The chief of medicine asked as he stepped into the room. He'd heard of what had happened and rushed over from his office. "Y-yes, sir. It's just a scratch." May answered, clearly still shaken up. "Could've been worse. Thank God it wasn't," he commented then looked at James. "You're a hero for stepping in like that. Thank you." He then looked back at May with a sympathetic expression. "Take the rest of the day off, May." "Sir, I'm fine. Honestly-" "I'm not asking. You've been through a traumatic experience. Go. You'll still be paid for today. Take it easy. If you feel like you need some counselling tomorrow, let me know and we can arrange something." "Yes, sir..." May replied, defeated. "Thank you." she watched him leave, then looked up at James with a small, tearful smile. "Mind walking me home again?"

Amelia grinned. The more she thought about it, the more excited she became. "Neither have I. But I think all of us getting together to relax could be good." She tilted her head thoughtfully. Maybe we could get Carter and Sebastian to bring that boy along? It might help to show him that we mean no harm." --- Kris had been about to leave after the boy had told him it was just a dream but the unfamiliar voice caused him to pause. He stared in shock at the woman in the room. Typically, his first thought was to notice her beauty. But that was quickly replaced by suspicion, wariness and irritation. He smirked at how she presumed his soul would be easily taken, but before he could retort or react, Blake had already jumped to his defence. He blinked in surprise but kept his eyes fixed on the succubus while grinning. Lifting his hand, he made a cupping gesture and immediately the concrete wall behind the succubus shifted. Jutting and shaping itself around her. Zig-zagging around her torso and legs to lock her uncomfortably in place. "I will be asking the questions, woman," he said to her forcefully then turned to look at Blake with a prideful smile. "Good work, kid. You've got some great potential. Now, go and make yourself scarce while I handle the rest. Get yourself some food from the kitchen or something." He turned to look at the Succubus again and stepped forward while removing his sunglasses to get a better look at her. His eyes were a deep shade of lavender. "What are you? How were you planning on taking my soul? What kind of magic is that?" then the most important question. "How can I learn to do that?" --- "Why should I have to!?" Henderson asked, irritated. "Why am I having to defend myself? I haven't even done anything!" --- Azrael would be the first to appear... with Raguel alongside him. The look on Azrael's face would be enough to indicate his frustration that Raguel had felt the need to accompany him back. Keeping up pretences, at least until the ceremony, Azrael stepped forward to bow to Death formally. "Sire, Arch Angel Raguel-" "Would like to know why you want to bring a citizen of Heaven into your kingdom." Raguel cut him off. "If you want to make him into one of your Reapers after he's already settled in then you need to submit the reassignment application to the council." "Apologies sire, I did try to explain..." Azrael said quickly as he gave Raguel an irritated side-eye stare. But as they already knew by now, Raguel could occasionally be hard-headed. Particularly when it came to Death's Kingdom. He hadn't even wanted to give Azrael over to Death initially, but he hadn't wanted to incur God's wrath by defying a direct order at the time. --- "Oh, God..." May gasped fearfully as she tried to keep her head back and her neck away from the scalpel. Her body trembled against Abaddon's. Her wide eyes darted from the scalpel to James. "P-Please..." she said to Abaddon, trying her best to sound calm and composed given the situation. "You don't have to do this. We just want to help. I-If you just put the scalpel down, we can talk about this. We can d-discuss getting you dis-discharged from the hospital. Please, put the scalpel down. Please."

No worries 🙂 I should probs update our rp notes soon 😄

May 🙂 Wasn't that Abaddon? Or is he now going by Balthazar while he's got amnesia?

Nice! Also, not sure if I'm misremembering but who are Mary and Balthazar?

Bing ai 🙂

"That sounds perfect." Amelia smiled after chuckling at Charles's comment. "Maybe a picnic at the park where we can eat together and take the children on the swings or something? We could invite Kite, Cindy and their twins too. I know Sara wanted more parents to turn to. And we kinda owe Elliot and Vincent so maybe they could come too." She continued eagerly, getting a little carried away herself but excited by the idea of all the different families coming together for a day out with the kids. --- Kris glanced at Ortiz. Partially worried and partially annoyed. "And if someone had broken in and he's calling for help?" he suggested. He knew this place was difficult to find and had enough runes in place to keep it safe but he could never be too careful. Particularly with how many enemies he'd made over the years. Unafraid, he marched into the Bunks to see what was going on. --- "Does everyone think I'm some kind of slut?" Henderson blurted out in frustration. "I knew everyone would give me a hard time for Dick escaping the first time while I was on duty, but the way they're all looking at me whenever Dick flirts with me. I haven't even done anything with him! But everyone's looking at me like I have! Is that what they think happened when he escaped?! That he seduced me into letting him go!? Well, he didn't! I was knocked out! When I came to I was alone and unarmed with someone who'd killed a cop earlier that day. I was fucking terrified!" he shook and held his head in his hands, trying to steady his breathing. --- "God?" Lilly tilted her head slightly. Having come from a world with no afterlife, she wasn't familiar with the concept. "Well, if it makes any difference, I like you as a father. I guess I don't have much of a childhood left myself..." she said while gesturing to herself. Knowing full well she was almost physically mature enough to be considered an adult. While mentally, she had been forced to grow up quickly to survive. "But, that being said, I'm happy that I get to spend what's left of it as your daughter." She glanced down at herself. At the dust and dirt stuck to her clothes. "I should also head to my room to get washed." she chuckled. --- Damien waved a hand dismissively. "Ah, that'll be fine. He'll understand when I explain that I tweaked it to be purely for our safety and doesn't really put our souls at risk." He took one last look at himself in the mirror to make sure he was presentable and he took a deep breath. "Alright, I better get going. I'll be back tomorrow." he then gave Samson a cheeky grin. "Don't go getting into any trouble without me." he gave him a wink and then headed out. On the road home, he decided to take his time and walk. Part of him felt guilty that he'd be lying to James, but he knew it was necessary if he wanted to have this private way to let off steam. Plus he couldn't risk an angelic bracelet being slapped onto his wrist again. By far, that was his biggest fear. But he pushed down that fear in favour of confidence. He wasn't going to get caught. After all, this wouldn't be the first time he'd kept information close to his chest. It's just Tuzo's assassination all over again and Amelia never found out about that, right? No, of course not. Damien had nothing to worry about. His mind was a fortress and when it came to keeping secrets, he had once been a master. This would be easy.

"That could literally be anything." Amelia chuckled. "Kid gyms. Theme parks. Kid-themed restaurants..." she shrugged. "We'd have to wait to take him to some of those places. At least until he can walk and get confident on his feet." --- "Good." Kris chuckled. "I don't need weaklings in my ranks. Now c'mon, let's get back. I got some planning to do." He vanished. --- "I just-... I just-..." He breathed, trying to answer Yami as he continued to march towards the main doors. He kept going until he was in the parking lot by the precinct and could sit on the low wall on the other side. He didn't move for a little while as he tried to catch his breath. His anxiety was getting the better of him. --- "You didn't?" Lilly asked curiously. She'd never thought to ask what Death's childhood had been like, or his parents. But now that he'd mentioned it, it had sparked her curiosity. --- With Samson cupping his chin, Damien's cheeks flushed pink and his eyes fell to his lips momentarily. "Something tells me the only thing he's going to be smelling on me for a while is, well, you." Damien chuckled as he reluctantly got to his feet. "But maybe I will borrow some of your cologne, just to be safe." He walked back into Samson's bathroom and came back out a second later, smelling a bit more like Samson. He hadn't even left yet and the smell was already driving him wild with desire. "Alright. So, just to get our stories straight in case he comes around asking. I came over, we went over the contracts. You signed. We had some drinks to celebrate then one thing led to another and I lost track of time. Sound good?"