[b]Isse and Anedine[/b]

Annoyance went down gradually as he now kept his mind away from that one annoying person from within the corner. Isse turned his head back to Anedine, noticing that she was breathing a sigh of relief. [i]So she's of the peaceful kind, eh?[/i], he thought, curious and interested within this person, but feeling something that kept him from 'going further' with her.

"Glad now, eh? That we've kept ourselves down." His hands rested on the table, his body tilting slightly to his left.

"Yeah, mhmm. You've figured it out now?" Anedine replied. She was a bit more happier that not only did Isse did the right thing in just keeping Ryuu out of his sight, but also the fact that he was getting more to know her as the kind of person who is only good for supporting people and not actually fighting. "I guess."

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[b]Dendus - Flashback[/b]
[i]Years 1931 - 1944[/i]

The day Gehenna surfaced from a manhole strangely positioned in an alleyway.
It was a fair day and all. With her still in a long grey, satin robe that wrapped around her body, clean and silky, Gehenna decided to roam around the tall brick apartments of New York. People roamed around in strange clothing, well, for her since that time. Some men were in black or greyish suits with neckties of the same color as what they were wearing, others in buttoned stilted shirts. Women were at homes during that time, so the only idea she had about them was being clothed in sleeved dresses or skirts accompanied by the same buttoned shirts men wear. There were both cars and horsecarts within the streets, but at that time more horses roamed than steel engines. 

When found by a group of seamen roaming around in their lunchbreaks, the first thing she heard from them was:

"Hey, there! Ya look like an angel!", remarked one of the six men.

"Uhh, no, well actually.... i'm a Limbus." Gehenna absentmindedly revealed what she was, spreading two of her wings in embarassment. "But thanks there."

"Are you serious with keeping her?"

"This might be actually great. Seeing such a fair lady on the street is one thing; figuring out that she's a supernatural person is another."

"[i]SHOULD[/i] we keep her in our boat?"

"It's a yes from me. It's a pity that a fine woman's lost here in good ol' New York, with nothing to care for her."

She was fine with getting along with a group of strangers who seemed to be kind enough to offer her a place to relax; she had a place to live in and enjoy a meal and get a good night's rest. Strangely enough, here she needed sleep, back in Limbo she was awake all the time, watching as all the stillbirths, miscarriages and suddent infant deaths find their place in the dark, misty realm in all confusion. Nonetheless, she found herself a place to call home. 

Gehenna was offered peculiar, long dresses by which men called them "for women". When she refused and instead made a preference for what they were wearing, the response she got was a simple "Are you serious?", yet in a single sigh of slight frustration accepted what Gehenna wanted to wear. Soon enough the seamen eventually forgot that Gehenna was a woman in their travels, and so did Gehenna herself, who now began to be named as Dendus, last name long forgotten since 1945. It was well known within the crew that Dendus was a supernatural being, but outside the boat she was known as a rather normal person.

A day after Pearl Harbor, December 8.
America's involvement in the Second World War began to rise as recruitment posters, often with the iconic image of Uncle Sam, began to be posted around the walls and posts of the cities. News of Japan's attack on the Hawaiian military base spread quickly among the crowds, enraging the populace and leading to a rise in the numbers of America's armed forces count. It was the day the United States woke up to the horns of war and conflict, and the day Dendus comes to "his" first fight in the entire course of his life. It was at that one time in the bar, with Mr. Jones leaning at the tables, tapping his drink on the mahogany wood. 

"So, we're enlisting to the Navy. If you had heard the news about Hawaii, then you should know why. Everyone here should be prepared for the toils of warfare now, but anyone who feels they aren't, raise your hands. If you want to be with your families, or would like to walk around good ol' New York instead of firing huge metal guns towards the Germans and the Japanese, please tell." But with the full bravery and commitment of everyone in the room, not a single one raised their hand, not even Dendus himself. It was a day where everyone diverted their causes to battle, the day war for the land was a necessity for the former crew of the [i]Jonathan[/i]. And with a single salute, Mr. Jones gave a word of "good luck" to all the men.

1944, Battle of Leyte Gulf. 
The day the largest naval battle came into history. Sailing around the strangely strong waves of the waters were one problem with maneuvering around the battlefield, the presence of possible enemy forces was another. Although there were many other U.S ships within the area, there was still a dangerous presence in the atmosphere. The sky blanketed by a gray cover of thick clouds, and a cold breeze from the east, then seconds later a loud rumbling sound from within the distance. 

"MAN YOUR BATTLE STATIONS!"

"Go! Go! Go!"

The ship's crew scrambled to inside the vessel. Shots were exchanged from both the allies and the Imperial Japanese Navy, and soon huge splashes of water sprung up everywhere. It became clear that that this was going to be a fight of quantity over quality, seeing the United States had over eight hundred ships in the waters while the Japanese, despite having only about sixty-four, had definitely powerful ships, as seen from the appearance of two incredibly massive vessels, the Musashi and the Yamato, from the other side. Day and night conflict ensued, and at the last day...

"INCOMING! TAKE COVER!", shouted the captain. With a single explosion on board, dozens perished, and Dendus saw many of his old mates, their bodies, Mr. Jones', Mr. Ruckenshaw's, Mr. Dan's, also the Captain's, all falling down to the seas. The ship, however, remained partially intact. Then with a glance at one of the enemy battleships, Dendus rushed to the bridge, aimed one of the guns towards one of the large vessels, and shot it down, accompanied by other allied vessels attempting to destroy the massive ship. And with a single breath, Dendus then uttered,

"All's well now."