Leras and Kieri merely stood there, chuckling quite loudly. Many bouts of 'Ooo he got it good' and 'Warned him!' going between them. Leras looked over towards him, snorting softly with a bit of a nod. "Yes, I can heal that. You don't want this guy doing it, or it wont ever grow back." He says that, motioning towards Kieri whom in turn merely smirks, nodding in agreement before looking over towards Neri.

"Hrmph. Serves you right for poking me in the cheek!" Neri promptly snarls aloud towards Cernros, shaking a fist for a few moments before lowering her arms with a soft huff. "Still hurts, but, not nearly as bad.... I guess. Felt better being able to hit something." She mumbles, hardly batting an eye as she rubs at her shoulder irritably before promptly plopping down into the grass. Kieri slowly makes his way over, smiling softly.

"You should apologize to him, you know." The angel mutters at her. "Don't want any black feathers, do you?" He says this, seeming quite serious, quirking a pale blonde brow at her before inclining his head towards Cernos. Neri sucks in a sharp breath, loosely crossing her arms over her chest. "No... but.. You know." She stops, looking over towards Cernos now. "You look oddly familiar. Have I seen you somewhere before...?"

At this point, Leras is just standing there, waiting for Cernos to move closer so he can fix his bitten tongue.

"I'm glad i could relieve some of your stress but mind not hitting so hard?" he grumbled spitting out quite a large sum of crimson all over the grass. "Jesus, shorty you've got one hell of a hook..." Quietly he got back to his feet, the still twitching slice of tongue wriggling in his palm as he made his way over to Leras, only looking slightly pale from either blood-loss or just the tiny shock from the biting of his tongue, any further commentary from the likes of him being very quiet and too unintelligible to understand.

"Alright, Cernos. We have two choices here. I can re-attach that bit of your human tongue, or we could craft something much cooler looking." Leras mutters, suddenly sticking his own tongue out for the apparent human to see. His own tongue was the color of fresh blood, it was split in two nearly all the way down the middle and had small various spike like protrusions on its surface. The ends of the two sections of the tongue itself were in fine points. Though he quickly withdraws his tongue back into his mouth, quirking a brow curiously towards the young male while he spit blood onto the grass. The grass that had become coated in blood would slowly vanish, and the grass itself in that area would suddenly grow a -lot- greener than it already was.

"That and maybe we can get you your horns so your mark stops hurting. Once we get this thing rolling, you won't be in much pain anymore from it. Which you are rather lucky to get that mark and not the wings, those things take a lot longer to grow in and none of the other angels can help with it either." Leras mutters, lightly shaking his head before lifting a hand to lightly tap upon the single horn that protruded from the right side of his head, just from behind his ear. The horn itself was rather large and ragged looking, curled in a battering goat fashion, the end sharpened into a fine point, its color several shades darker than Leras himself. "If you wish to keep your human tongue for now, just put it back into your mouth and I'll say the magic words."

A short distance from Leras, Kieri and Neri continued to sit. In the short few moments it had taken Cernos to move over Neri had spun herself around to allow Kieri to look at her back. The shirt she wore currently exposed most of her upper back, tying at her neck sort, likely something Kieri had her put on. As the angel glanced over her back he grimaced, it was not a very pretty sight. The skin on both of her shoulders and most of her upper back was quite red and sore looking, a few spots even appeared black from bruising. So far small spike-like formations jutting from her skin along each shoulder blade, where most of the bruising was to be found. As Kieri ever so lightly touched one of the spikes, Neri let out a soft whimper.

"You are right on that one, Leras... And from the looks of it, she is going to be growing her wings for quite a time at this rate. I've never seen them be so refused before like this on anyone!" Kieri lets out a soft groan, pulling his hand away from her back quickly to rub at the side of his head. "I don't think my hundred year mark was such a bad idea, now." He merely mutters, just shaking his head a bit with a frown. A frown really did not look good on Kieri's face, especially with his features. His wing fluttered slightly as he pushed himself up, dusting off his long coat. "But lets keep your hair up, Neri. Otherwise you are really going to regret it." And with that, Kieri leans over to help fix the poor girls insanely long hair from touching her back.

Neri merely continued to sit upon the grass, letting out a soft grumble as she lightly moves her shoulders with a wince. It really hurt, she couldn't even move her arms all the way now. She was quite sure something was trying to stab its way through her skin, having little luck in doing so too. Kieri was rather careful as he moved about to gather her mess of pale blonde locks of hair into a bundle. She hardly noticed, even as he tied the loose locks together with something. She muttered her thanks, hearing the angel move away just before she managed to turn herself around to peer towards Cernos. There would be a somewhat blank look on her face for a few moments before she speaks.

"Hey, uhm... I am really sorry about your tongue." She mumbles out, narrowing her gaze as she just recalled what he had said a few moments ago. "And hey, I am -NOT- that short, dude!"

"Mhm sure you aren't~" Cer smirked before looking to Leras shaking his head "I would prefer the norm, oddly enough. maybe later ill have it changed." And with that he popped the wriggling bit of his tongue back into his mouth, a small shudder shaking his form just from the sheer fact of having a 'free' part of his tongue wandering around in his mouth. nasty. "I'm all for the horns though." he muttered over the shard of tongue now under the rest of his tongue. "That is, as long as they aren't too 'exaggerated', small and or sleek or no horns at all..." he nodded with another shudder. "Though... tongue first." he gagged a bit.

Leras snorted softly. "Alright, alright. I keep forgetting you are still fresh meat." He mutters. Without much of a warning, the demon swiftly raises a hand and waves it towards Cernos. It took only a few moments, but he would quickly notice the tip of this tongue would start to re-attach itself. It would likely feel like needles were being dove in and out of the bitten ends, forcing it together. "As far as your horns go, that is all up to you. They start small and grow bigger the more you are corrupted, also with your power." He shrugs, dropping his hand. "Its going to hurt a bit, might feel like someone is trying to rip bones out of your head. And, well. That is probably because that is pretty much what is going on. They are going to be growing from your skull. OH, and. You will have at least -two-. Unlike me here who only has one."

Kieri tilts his head a bit, smiling at Neri and Cernos. "Its good that you two seem to get along, at least a bit. You'll be working together quite often once things get rolling." He says this, seeming to be trying to advert the attention away from the fact that Kieri himself only had one wing. And that Leras only had one horn upon his head. "A lot of you folks usually fight like cat and dogs, its a bit reassuring you both, uh, seem pleasant. Will make your jobs much easier." And by their jobs, he meant for Leras and himself.

Neri merely snorts, crossing her arms over her chest, blinking those light purple eyes towards Cernos. "I'm not. Once your tongue is better, we can even measure!" She says this, in a rather serious tone, but there was a smile upon her lips. It was odd, but she had a strange fondness of this stranger already. Something just seemed so familiar... she really couldn't place it though.

Cer hissed at the prickling sensation his tongue was getting from the healing, it hurt nothing like the mark on his neck but it was still quite annoying feeling like you had a swarm of bees in your mouth, yuck. "I can tell from here, you're unbearably short" he grinned then stuck his still-healing tongue out at her as the tip snapped back into place and healed over. The way a pause then just before he shivered "Well. that felt just down right weird."

"But yes, i should probably ask this, most likely very valid question before anything else: Where are we going after this, and why us?"

Leras lets out a groan. "Already onto that? Kieri, this is on you. I am not doing it." The demon grunts before looking towards Cer again.

Kieri tilts his head a bit, sighing. "Right. Weeeellll!" The one-winged angel says with a faked grin. "In short, this dates back... a LONG time ago. I mean, before Leras and myself. The whole 'angel and demon' thing, since a time after whats-his-name fell from heaven with many of the other angels. At least that is what we were told, this has been going on for a long, long, long time. Me and Leras have been doing this for... lets see." The angel stops for a moment, tapping his chin as if counting something. "Thirteen thousand three hundred and forty seven years, eight months, four weeks, two days, fifteen minutes, and seventeen seconds and counting! You two are supposedly reincarnations of the first ambassadors. 'Supposedly'." He states, offering a one-sided shrug. "Really cannot confirm such a thing though, because that whole 'reincarnation' business is just plain fishy to start with. Anyhow...! Why you two? No one really knows. They pick and choose whomever they feel like, I guess. You are given a mark before you are born and when the time is right, we come in and collect you and bring you in to do our jobs someday and we get to retire for a couple thousand years or so."

"But obviously it takes time for you to adjust and learn these important things. So those couple thousand years are more like... a hundred or so." Leras suddenly whines out, Kieri merely smiles towards his supposed dear friend. "Yeah... But that is the jist of it. Any other questions? OH, and where after this? Totally different places. At least for a little bit."

Leras doesn't wait long as he promptly lifts both hands to either side of Cer's head. The demons hands would suddenly begin to glow rather dark with shadows... BEFORE he promptly smacks a hand on either side of his face rather roughly. The dark energy would seep into his body, promptly reaching in, attempting to draw out the young fellows horns...

Neri just shakes her head, eyes now closed. "I am -NOT- unbearably short! I am the perfect size to kick you in the shins and to steal your wallet. Possibly steal your shoes and beat you with those, too!" She hisses. Despite having the wing marking... she seemed to be rather violent. But as Kieri said, most angels were while their wings were still growing in.

"Okay so we're randomly chosen, quite possibly no factors really telling why we are chosen, and on top of that have no prior knowledge about being chosen or the such. now we're supposed to follow you where ever each of you is heading?" he paused a long moment before shrugging it off "Okay. Seems legit enough.". Cernos then turned to look at Neri and smirk "you know what else you're the perfect height fo--" but he was cut off getting backhanded every which way, giving him one -nasty- head-rush and causing him to fall to his knees, his forehead spontaneously itching... then burning... then growing excruciatingly painful. "What the hell man... Don't blind-side me like that, it's just not fair!" he chuckled before cringing, his forehead beginning to bleed in two small pinholes on either side of his skull, slowly growing wider as two short and relatively thin horns forced their way out of his cranium. His hand came up to meet them or rather linger a few inches away, his other palm beginning to bleed from how hard he was digging his nails into it.