Aoi sighed as she landed in the secluded woods a little ways from the funeral home; traveling in cars or planes was overrated, so she chose to fly herself. That didn't come without a price, though. She managed to get a few twigs in her hair and startle a few forest animals. "Sorry." She said in a soothing voice as she smoothed her plain black dress, picked especially for this event.
The angel had been tracking this particular event for a while now, hoping that she'd be one of the ones choosen to investigate the situation. She, like everyone else, had assumed that it was the evil doings of demonic beings. They had no right to be terrorizing and harming the innocent children of this town and would stop at nothing to make sure they stopped once and for all.
Sighing a bit, Aoi tranformed her wand and made it into a ring, one with a glass globe with a opaz inside. After straightening her hair a bit, Aoi strutted out of the forest in black heels as if that wasn't weird at all. Spotting a fellow angel that had also been assign to the task, she walked straight over to him.
"Hey Parael. Nice clothes." She said with a slight smile, her silver-white hair blowing slightly with a sudden breeze. Aoi looked over at the growing crowd, her smile turning to a small frown. They all looked so depressed and it only dampened her usual content mood. So did the sky...
Well, this is depressing. Roy thought simply as he approached Blessed Rest, the funeral home where Mark Greene's wake was being held. The dark gray sky and the grim look on everyone's face only dampened the mood of today even more. Roy did not know the boy personally, hell, he barely knew anyone in this whole town personally, but he knew that Mark was loved by many folks. The way he died was quite...uncommon, or so he would say. Greene had been in a coma for who knows how long (Roy didn't really keep up with all the medical aspects of things) and then, after another teen fell into a coma, Mark died. No one truly knows why teenagers were being targeted by sudden comas but it even had the most emotionless boy in Arcadia worried, especially since his birthday was in three days. Great.
Shaking his head, Roy adjusted his glasses on his face and pulled the strings on his dark blue hoodies before gliding through the doors, unnoticed as usual. As he walked through the crowded hallway, he stared at people while the cried into the shoulders of others or blew their snotty noses into cheap tissues paper. Sighing, he made it to the room where Mark was being held and simply moved to the side so he could stare at his lifeless body without being in the way of other people. His parents had forced him to come here to show atleast some respect to the dead boy; Roy just hoped that all of this would go smoothly and quickly so he could go back home and relax.