SashaWindrider

Exodus

"Oh" Azurael said. She was more than relieved that not only was she not the only one able to fly but that her new boss did not rip her head off - figuratively or literally. "What job did you have in mind for me then, Sir?" Azurael said, now much more at ease. She brought two small cakes out of her rucksack and offered T'vor one.

"Hello Lord Sephiroth" Sasha said. "I was charged with helping set up wards around the camp so our discovery has a nil chance of happening. This requires both of our efforts and much blood magic. I think the spell sets up some sort of pocket dimension outside the current one so even if some-one wandered onto our location then they would still not discover our whereabouts." Sasha said. She realised where her shapeshifting magic would come in handy now - she was going to have to literally shapeshift a small dimension, unaware of Sephiroth' magic she wasn't sure what he would bring to the table as it were but he knew he was essential.

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Name: Anuriel Nephrim
Nickname: Matron
Age: 25
Species: Demon
Job Position: Head Cook
Power/s: Pyrokinesis
History: Her mother was a cook in the royal palace, so was her grandmother, her great grandmother, in fact as early as can be traced the position of palace cook was in her family. She has been raised to prepare food for as long as she can remember.
Personality: Bossy and matron-like in the kitchen, a free spirit outside of the kitchen.
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Exodus

Damien was more than pleased that the Demon Prince of all people had thanked him for his gift. He scarpered once he got to camp to find a tent in a choice spot and lay down on a bed and fell asleep.

Azurael had been tidying up the tent somewhat when T'vor knocked on the post. "I . . . yes, Sir" Azurael said, a slight pause in her words. She pondered over what T'vor's reaction would be when she told him her secret. The most he could do would be to tear her a new one, or at least that is what Azurael hoped. She gestured for the General to enter. "Sir, before you formally offer me a job as was asked on board the Exodus I need to tell you something. Before I am put in a situation which would probably be inevitable I need togive you some information.: Azurael was aware at this point that she was starting to ramble. "I can't fly." Pause. "Rather, I have a phobia of it. A severe phobia." Azurael cringed as she awaited the Dragon-like Demon's response.

Sasha had staked out a claim to a tent and had left her gear there. Rather than doing what Damien had done and napping, she had elected to help out in the kitchens. She was not a terribly great cook but her enthusiasm more than made up for it. The woman demon heading the kitchen was more than happy for the help and ordered any-one in the kitchens around regardless of rank, station, or species.

After getting under too many feet Sasha was shooed out of the kitchen for the time being. Sasha realised she had forgotten about the wards. She went looking for Sephiroth.

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Azurael stayed silent for the rest of the walk. She could feel the weight of Earth's gravity pulling on her. She was glad, it would give her an excuse not to fly for longer. She was more than relieved to reach camp. She found a tent which she would be sharing with others of Demon citizenship.

Sasha wanted to fly but the weight of the unfamiliar gravity would be unlikely to allow her, at least for the time. Rather than looking a fool by trying and failing to fly in front of her subjects Sasha decided her best course of action would be to turn into a snake for the duration of the journey. This was a choice that done her well.

Damien just walked alongside other Angels and Demons. In his now upturned left palm he held some small pebbles from Genesis. For all he knew he held the only remains of their home planet in his hands. He played around by hovering them slightly. He stopped playing with them after a while and decided to gift them to Sephiroth. "To remember Genesis by, if ever you wanted Your Highness" Damien said,

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"I personally think that those that landed before us might also have a weather witch in their midist" Damien said as he looked up at the terrain skies. The reason for this remark was an odd arrow shaped cloud in the direction of what was presumed to be camp.

Sasha was muttering in her head a series of spells that she was somehow meant to cast as wards against intrusion by humans or other unfriendly beings. She was at a loss as she knew only shape shifting magic. She also knew the demon prince or rather king would need to play a part in helping set the wards. Not least of which required both of them to shed some blood. Angels as a rule hated blood magic as it took more out of them than normal magic and had nasty side effects at the best of times, Sasha was unsure if the same held true for demons.

Damien just looked at the princess, silently musing about her mental state or apparent lack thereof.

Azurael watched Sephiroth and T'vor disembark the ship. She marvelled at how the ship could just disappear. She knew no Angel magic could ever achieve anything like that. Azurael walked up to T'vor. "General, can I speak to you privately once we get to camp?"

Sasha stopped her internal muttering and looked up to the now disappearing arrow Damien had pointed out and began walking in the indicated direction. She soon began her internal muttering again. Every so often she would vent a curse at her frustration to try and remember everything required.

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Age: 23
Rank: Warrant Officer
Gender: Female
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"Yes, Sir." Azurael said as she took her her time getting up, not wanting a repeat episode. She was worried that of she revealed her fear then T'vor might revoke his job offer. She knew she would have to come clean sooner or layer. There was no time for that right now.

Sasha, Azurael, and Damien helped shepherd people outside.

Azurael marvelled at the sheer scale of the ship when she got outside with the last of the shippers. She wondered how the were going to hide the ship.

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Azurael regained consciousness with a start. She sat up quite quickly and felt light headed, immediately regretting that decision. Azurael, as anyone would be naturally inclined to, looked around to take stock of her surroundings. She quickly recognized she was in her quarters and where she was supposed to be. She also noticed T'vor seated nearby.

Azurael reddened slightly. She was not only petrified of needles but was also petrified of flying weather it be by her own wings or others. She had managed to hide her fear of flying and had been doing her best to deal with it but the crash was too much for her. Even as a guard she never really had an excuse to fly. Her airsickness did not help either. Azurael apologized "General, I am so sorry".

Sasha unbuckled her safety restraints as she heard Grim and Sephiroth talking outside her door. She got up and opened the door as Sephiroth knocked. " Hello Sephiroth ".

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Both Azurael and Damien immediately stopped what the were doing.

Damien did not show his worry, but on the inside he was scared - he was that scared he could feel the contents of his guts roiling.

Azurael had adopted a rigid sitting posture and her hands tightly gripped the armrests on her chair. Her knuckles were white. In fact, Azurael's face was also white with fear.

Sasha was safe in her room and only suffered minor whiplash.

Damien also suffered the same injuries.

Azurael was not conscious - this wasn't because of the landing. It was fear.

"Um, sir?" Damien asked, gesturing towards Azurael.