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[Skybreaker] Déchu Etoile [Marshal]

Mmm! I'll have a post up later tonight or sometime tomorrow morning. -nodnod-

[Skybreaker] Déchu Etoile [Marshal]

... LOL.

Also. Bel's name is a secret. ;o

[Skybreaker] Déchu Etoile [Marshal]

"This place? Ah, a simple store." Darri mutters, tilting his head a bit, still eying the angel somewhat. "Though it does get quite a bit of traffic from angels and demons alike. And what is a demon doing owning a store? What -isn't- a demon doing owning a store! Humans wander in here quite often, easy way to pick off a good or easy target." The demon shrugs his shoulders, being quite honest. Though that was likely only because Bel was a short distance behind him, but oddly... truth seemed to fit Darri well. A faint smirk suddenly forms across his dried and cracked lips, a chuckle escaping him.

"So 'maybe' you are his play thing... interesting. Alright, next question. What are you doing here in the human world? I mean, I know you are with Bel, but aside from that?"

In the bathroom, Bel was making a little lee-way with his hair. The dye was luckily finally starting to work. As he peeked in the mirror at the slowly lightening strands, his ears twitched before he leaned back, sitting on the toilet seat. He could hear them speaking rather easily. Though the door was metal and caused their words to be somewhat mumbled, it was easy enough to understand. He should have been listening to their entire conversation, but he had been a bit too focused on his hair for the first question or two it seemed. He couldn't quite help but wonder what they were talking about, though Darri did like to play his little question games. He was honestly a bit surprised Harp had agreed, but hey, surprises all around he figured.

'Just a few minutes more...' Bel mentally grumbled to himself, suddenly wanting to break the door down and stop the conversation altogether. He barely kept himself seated on the toilet seat, twitching a foot somewhat nervously. He could feel the magics effects so strongly now that he couldn't physically see Harp. And the more he thought about Harp, the more nervous and anxious he became. His leg continues to shake while he merely sits there, now practically glaring at himself in the dirty and cracked mirror.

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Permission granted. I feel it would be a really great story to read, honestly.

[Skybreaker] Déchu Etoile [Marshal]

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[Skybreaker] Déchu Etoile [Marshal]

Darri lets out a bit of a chuckle, a much more friendly look upon his features now that the angel was actually talking. Even though he had tried to lie, he seemed to be honest in the end. That was good, he guessed. Though his answer was not what he was expecting, in the slightest. Helping Bel? What in the world did that guy need help with? Was this angel some kind of slave or something...? But why would he even keep one of those?

"What Bel is exactly? Hrm..." Darri slowly lifts a hand, lightly rubbing his chin for a few moments. He lightly tilts his head to the side, offering a faint one-sided shrug. "No one really knows, in truth. Possibly a sin. Or maybe not. We all just know he is dangerous to demons and angels alike. He doesn't really discern between either, if you noticed." Which, was true. Bel really didn't care which you were in the end, as long as you were either dead or under his heel...

"Alright, my turn again. What are you helping him with? I've never seen him need 'help' with anything before. I mean, he'd rather kill everyone than get help. So just what kind of-... wait, waaaaiiiit." Suddenly Darri jerked upwards from his slouched position, straightening himself up. He peers at the angel before him, sucking in a sharp breath. "Do you mean 'that' kind of help? The touchy-feely kind?" His pale green eyes were narrowed as he stared down at the angel. It was not an intense stare, but one of a bit of shock. Did Bel actually do things like that? Or had he totally just jumped the gun? Possibly. But the more Darri thought about it, nothing else really made much sense. That... or maybe the demon he had come to fear and respect actually was saving this angel to eat for later or something. Ugh. Darri's head was spinning before he promptly plopped back down into his seat, lifting a hand to rub at his eyes.

"You don't have to answer that if you don't want. But I get another question." As Darri lifted his head to offer a faint smile, it actually seemed like he wanted the angel to skip his previously asked question.

[Skybreaker] Déchu Etoile [Marshal]

"The quiet game, huh? Well that's... not cool in the slightest. Not that I really care or anything." Darri is quiet a moment before he frowns. "I lied, I do care. How about we play a little game? You answer a question of mine, I'll answer a question of yours? No tricks, no cheats, just questions and answers. You can pass on one question and one answer. Lets see... how about only a total of six questions all together, three for each? Though if you skip one, I get an extra, as do you. He is going to be in there for a bit, and you seem the curious kind." He quirked a brow curiously towards the angel, offering a faint smile. Darri was very low on the demon totem pole, he didn't have power like most of them aside from his ability to phase. It was probably a good thing though, because if he were any stronger, he was sure he would have been one of Bel's targets.

Meanwhile, behind the metal door in the tiny bathroom... Bel stood awkwardly on the bright neon yellow stepping stool in front of the sink. He had stripped himself of his jacket and shirt, both now hanging on the overly high doorknob that Bel could nearly knock himself out with. Oddly enough, there was no handle on the other side of the door. Not that anyone who even used this tiny-ass bathroom needed one anyway. A soft groan escapes the demon as he raises his hands, combing his fingers through the locks of still black hair.

He had not bothered with the dinky plastic gloves, the chemicals in this hair dye wouldn't even burn his skin if it sat for a month. But already it was taking longer than usual for the dye to lighten the black stands of hair that was all clumped up. Maybe it was because he had someone waiting, or maybe it was just because he was impatient at the moment... or maybe it was a different dye. Though as Bel gives a quick examine over the box, it as the same as always. He must have just been being impatient, but he couldn't help but be a bit nervous. He had left Harp out there with Darri.

Bel had known Darri for a while now, the other demon was far bellow himself. Far enough down that he didn't even register on Bel's radar as dangerous, seeing as the only real thing he could do was phase, and even that had a limit. They'd tested it the first time they had the misfortune of running into one another. While Darri was not a threat to Harp... who knows what other demon might wander into the shop. Or possibly another angel, even... For such a low-ranking demon, Darri did attract quite a bit of attention from both sides, Bel realized.

A soft groan would escape Bel as he continues to stare into the smudged and cracked mirror at his hair, barely blinking. Though slowly he starts to let his gaze drift to his face, the freckles, those emerald eyes, the invisible cracks in his human skin... His gaze continued to move, now running down his neck to his shoulders and torso. Despite having calmed down, the cracks that had ran down into his shirtline were still a bit red and irritated looking. Now that he gave it a bit more thought... they probably wouldn't vanish until the cupid's magic was gone. Yet another groan escapes him as he tilts his head to the side... just waiting now.

Dreamweavers

Finished my sheet, finally. >.> Will have to wait on the thought though, I cant quite formulate that into something that makes sense quite yet.

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Gin

Name: Gin Des'triage

Age: 13 Years

Gender: Male

Appearance: Clicky
While dreaming, he has on a black hat that has cat ears on it. The ears on the hat are fairly life-like and move and twitch and everything. Occasionally he has on a Pikachu-eared hat. Or a hat with moose-horns... he has a lot of hats, alright?

Personality: Gin is a rather loud individual, enjoying the spotlight and taking great pride in having a wide group of acquaintances. He practically eats attention and occasionally has problems when it isn't all directed onto him, or at least that is how it seems. It is rare to ever find him sad or sulking, he loves to make jokes, be it at another's expense or his own. Often this might lead many to think of him as a bit of a bully, as he does have 'favorites' he targets, though he has been known to apologize when not surrounded by a large group of people. When alone and away from the crowd, Gin is not nearly as attention hungry as he might seem. He is a calm, rather relaxed kid who just enjoys sitting quietly and reading a book or chatting in a quiet environment.

History: Gin's family is small, mainly consisting of his mother, father, himself and his pet cat, Kat. He has no siblings, no cousins, and no outside family that he has ever known of. His mother and father are both head assistants at separate companies, rarely ever having time to spend with Gin. Though to try and make up for it, they shower him with gifts. The latest games, computers, toys, whatever they think he might want. But in reality, the best thing they have ever gotten Gin was Kat. While his parents are away or busy, the loyal feline has kept him company nearly constantly since she joined their family. Even when he dreams, Kat is always right there, no matter how crazy or strange his dreams become at times.

Thoughts: Thoughts, thoughts. I honestly hope to see more of the bald man and his tie. In fact, I want his tie, maybe his hat too... anywhooooo~! Uhm. My mind is honestly a bit scrambled at the moment. I'll have something up later though after I formulate a better way to put it into words. @_@

Dreams: For the most part, it seems Gin's dreams are always of the same thing, aside from rare occasion. The dream really only changes when he is greatly stressed or upset, and it is usually quite the drastic change.

2/23/2014 12:26AM

Dreamweavers

I shall try to get something up here shortly. =D Just got home from work and all sorts of excited. *FLAILS*