"I am telling you! They are perfect for this, Leras! Just look at them, really, nothing could be more perfect. We won't get another chance like this in all of our lifetimes."
"We have only have one lifetime, do not simply state 'lifetimes', Kieri. And what makes them 'perfect' for this? I do not see what you see, all I see are two bumbling fools without a higher guidance that need to be eradicated."
"They have the maaaaarks! We cannot just dispose of them, we'd get in so much trouble! Do you really want to have to do all of that ALL over again?! Bel might not be as mean as he once was, but that wont stop him from ripping off your horns this time."
Standing side by side were to total opposites. On the left was a tall, slender male. Kieri. His hair was nearly the glimmering shade of gold and ran down to just past his knees, remarkably unknotted. His eyes were a bright and a remarkable shade of crystal blue, nearly as clear as the sky he stood under. His skin was somewhat pale, but it only added to his picture perfect complexion. Though that was not this angels biggest feature, it was his wing. It was quite large and rested upon his left shoulder, feathers in perfect place, pure white and pristine. Though how Kieri currently stood, his right shoulder was nearest Leras. Leras was a good foot taller than Kieri, broader shoulders, more well defined muscle, and clawed. His skin was so dark, nearly black in even slight comparison to Kieri's paleness. His hair was cut short and unevenly, black strands falling in matted locks around a single large, curled horn that rested on the right side of his head, just behind his pointed ear. His eyes shone a dark, deep shade of red that made the shade of blood pale in comparison. There was nothing on Leras' back. No wings, no tail, nothing. But somehow, with how they stood beside each other, seemed quite close despite the obvious differences.
Kieri loosely crosses his arms over his chest, gazing over the two small orbs that floated around them both. Having met with silence from Leras he starts to talk again, elaborating more upon his thoughts. "I think we should take them now, before someone else decides it is a good idea. You grab him, I'll get her. Meet back here in a couple hundred years after they are settled?" The angel quirks a brow as the demon beside him frowns, offering a slight nod.
"How about we cut that in half to fifty, or maybe twenty years. A couple hundred seems a bit long. They are marked ones, it wont be that big of an adaption problem for them. Or maybe we wont even have to wait that long, eh?" Leras mere lets out a soft groan, a hand suddenly shooting out and grabbing onto the darker of the two orbs. "See ya', Kieri." And that was it from the demon as he promptly bursts into a small cloud of shadow. The shadow dissipated rather quickly, leaving Kieri to stand there by himself, so high within the sky. A soft sigh escapes him as he slowly reaches out and takes his own orb, lightly shaking his head before suddenly taking a jump from his unseen perch within the cross-zone... making his way down towards the human world.
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"Another day, another bore." A young woman chimes loudly as she leans back in her computer chair, the old, well used chair offering a loud creak. The room around her was quite dark, though not because it was night time. Covering over the large window was what appeared to be a tarp, which had another sheet taped and nailed over it. The only light to actually be seen from anything was from her computer screen. The room itself though was quite small, with the bare necessities. A bed, dresser, computer desk. There were a few small items here or there, but nothing really stood out significantly. Her bed was unmade, but that was about it. Not even an ounce of trash around her desk, either.
The young woman in question was a short bit of a thing, barely reaching five foot two in heels. Even with the light of the computer screen, it was easy to tell she had rather smooth but pale complexion. No freckles or acne scars dotted her face, in fact, she did not even appear to have any scars. Her eyes seemed abnormally bright in the lighting, but it was clear they were some shade of blue, or possibly purple. Her hair was quite long and would have trailed down her back in dark blond strands, but it was currently all wrapped and pinned in a rather messy bun at the base of her neck. No piercings in her ears, no tattoos on any of her exposed skin. And currently, all she sat in was a rather large t-shit that could easily fit five of her.
Silently she sits at her desk, lightly tapping her fingers against the chilled wood as she stares intently at the all too familiar skype icon. It was glowing that familiar orange and had been for the past hour. But she had not been paying attention though while writing and missed the message. Something had been bothering her today in particular. She did not know why, but something felt so amiss, she had not even bothered to leave her room for anything. Not food, not to shower, not even to get a new pencil after hers had broke.
"Hrm..." She mutters softly, shaking her head before finally reaching over with her mouse and clicking on the icon. Her contacts list was quite full, but there was only one marker for who had messaged her today. Reluctantly she clicks on the tab, swiftly scanning over to see what he said.
