SashaWindrider

Exodus

Anuriel and Damien had finished their chat and decided on talking to Sephiroth later on in the day.

Damien had gone out walking and decided to watch the dragons train. Vulan spotted Damien and called out "Drem yol lok, dov-saviik!" Before landing in feont of Damien. The other dragons soon followed. "Demon-Dov teaches us much." Vulan said "But does not bring cookies like you."

Damien passed the dragons several cookies Anuriel had prepared for the dragons. Despite thier size, the dragons took the cookies very delicately. The dragons were regularly treated with these cookies.

As the dragons ate they thanked him. "Kogaan."

Damien realised he may have quite rudely crashed T'vor's session with the dragons and went to apologise.
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Asmod awoke. He was pale and shaking.

"I do not remember much. But what I do remember . . ." He trailed off and closed his eyes. He curled himself into a tight ball and wrapped his wings around himself. He did not want to see the world.

Exodus

"I am truly sorry, I only done the best the situation provided." Azurael said, looking quite sad. She was also worried. Was she going to be demoted, or worse - banished herself? Demotion she could handle, she would still have something to do, but banishment would be another story all together. She had tried to make sure the princess was looked after, but even that seemed wrong. She tried to be a good commander, but as all good commanders do - they make mistakes, even more so when they have not long recieved thier commands. Grabted most military commanders did not go ousting royalty and getting away with it scotfree.

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"She was going to try have us banished, if not executed, for standing against her and making her step down. I was also under the impression that even having her reside in camp, be it just imprisoned, her mere presence was have caused an uprising. We could not afford such consequences - our numbers are too low and the humans, if they noticed would have decimated us further." Azurael stated, somewhat ocwed by the abrupt turn in conversation.

"She has no intention of returning back to camp but bears us no animosity. How do you plan to change her mind?" Azurael asked.
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Anuriel and Damien had been talking together and had a plan to approach Sephiroth. They wanted to put forward the idea of trade with humans, even under a guise of some sort. They had came to the consensus (quite sensibly) that the camp could not and likely would not survive indefinitely on thier own supplies. They were trying to figure out how to approach Seph with this plan.

Exodus

Asmod laughed heartily as he took the syrup from Ari. "Here's to oblivion!" He shouted out before downing the syrup. Asmod sat there on the cot for a moment and then asked "Is it actually going to work?"

It worked just as he finished his question. He toppled sideways so all but his legs where on the bed. One wing was uncomfortably under him and the other was half unfurled.

Naught could be heard but a steady deep breathing. The raven looked at Ari as if to stay 'What now?'
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Azurael wrinkled her nose breifly as she thought. "I got them to escort her safely into the mundane world. They made sure she was fed, housed, and employed before leaving her on her own. Even now I get them to catch up with her fortnightly, or less sometimes, she is also being constantly watched from afar. She may have been banished, and she may have been cruel to me, but I could not leave her to the mercy of the humans." Azurael replied.

Exodus

I also very glad.

Exodus

Asmod winced when Ari took the blood sample. Quick and almost entirely painless. Asmod noted her efficiency.

"I would be greatful for any help you can give me." Asmod replied to the demoness. He would be too, he felt somewhat empty or lacking without his memories.

"Whatever you give me to sleep - it won't taste bad will it?" Asmod asked, curious.
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Azurael knew T'vor spoke the truth and understood where he was coming from. "I understand, and believe me, nothing will get in the way of my job."

Azurael was much more visibly relaxed after having voiced her thoughts to T'vor. "Thank you." Azurael stated simply. She continued walking beside the demon.
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Sasha had actually managed to find herself a place to stay and a job as a supermarket worker in the mundane world. She was content with her job and had next to no interest now in returning to the camp, or even her inherited role.

Exodus

(omerta - I totally forgot where I was going with the whole message from beyond.)

Asmod was perfectly willing to oblige the hybrid. "A relative of yours has a message, I believe it is one of your parents maybe? Could even be another female relative. Did you want to hear the message?" Asmod asked. His raven sat on his lap and he was quite content stroking the raven, the raven had its eyes half closed in bliss.

To Ari he asked "Oh Ari, She can stay can't she?"

Turning his attention back to Je'nai "Your name is Je'nai, yes? So many new names and face when I barely remember my own."

Back to Ari "Basically yes."

Asmod hated T'vor after what he said to the young lass. She certainly didn't need to be spoken to like that. Besides sometimes people might want to take comfort in small things like the outward appearance of onself when eveything else was going to Chaos, or they were lost and without a home, like now. Asmod thought Je'nai's services would probably be in higher demand than the Dragonic warrior thought.

Clearly while good in some situations, it appeared the Angel leader was otherwise useless. Her equal, if she was indeed a General, it seemed was of far higher caliber than the seemingly feather brained and apparently nervous woman. Azurael had not made a good first impression on Asmod. She had seemed alright in the first few minutes but it seemed painfully obvious to Asmod that Azurael was in too deep for her comfort ans was floundering. Asmid could only hope to discover otherwise, but he decided not to hold his hopes too high.

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Azurael looked at T'vor and began walking beside him. She mulled it over for a few minutes before speaking up. "Grim got me to admit it, and I am certain it is not appropiate, but I am falling for you T'vor." Azurael looked up at the demon, a tenderness and gentleness in her eyes she reserved for no one else.
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Anuriel could be heard grumbling quietly and good naturedly away to herself in the kitchen. "Exactly how many mouths do they expect me to feed. Another arrival, another mouth. Never mind, I know exactly how many people are in camp."

News of Asmod's arrival had spread quickly, reaching the kitchen almost instantly. Well not quite, but thw news got thwre pretty fast. It had to, every one passed by the kitchen in what seemed like a never ending stream all day.

An almost sibilant, somewhat throaty odd sounding bunch of laughter could be heard in response to her grumbling. She had employed the young dragons as kitchen hands. Work they were happy to do so long as they got a little snack every so often.

Damien was busy washing up dishes as they were returned by the never ending stream of people.

Exodus

Azurael looked dumbly at T'vor and only reddened in response. "I, uh, maybe." Azurael said, a bit higher than her normal pitch. The discussion with Grim was still playing on her mind. "No, yes, actually I don't know." Azurael continued, quite unable to voice her thoughts.

"I am just going to go and pretend this never happened." Azurael said. She turned to go but stopped shy of leaving. "What's the point?" She growled.

"I don't know how to say it, but, um..." Azurael was again stuck for words. She was experiencing a lot of inner turmoil as shown by her actions. Her wings began to make tiny shivering movements showing hiw nervous she was as well.

"I can face down death but not this" Azurael thought to herself.

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Asmod looked at the demon nurse. "My name is Asmod Ravul, I have a pet raven, and I have the True Sight."

"I can not remember anything else. For example, like where my shirt is and why am I not wearing one?" Asmod said.

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Exodus

Azurael snorted. A little trouble with the princess. "I don't think a little trouble quite covers it. She has been banished, and the irony is - it's mostly her magic that is keeping her out." Azurael informed Asmod.

"Should, for whatever reason you find yourself needing to report to the highest ranking Angel, I am she. Mostly though, you will report to whichever demon you will be told to report to."

"Also don't summon the legions of dead. People already find one person able to do that creepy enough. Useful, but creepy. Personally, I think it's cool . . . nevermind." Azurael said, as she realised she was rambling.

"Ohh kay." Asmod said.

Azurael was deep in thought after the verbal equivalent of diarrhea. She hoped T'vor hadn't heard her admission to Grim, but she also kind of did in a way. She snarled, an outward expression of her inner turmoil.

Exodus

"Hello Je'nai." Asmod said, his voice pleasantly deep and tranquil. "The problem is that I remember nothing. I have my raven, I know my name, and I know that I am a seer. "

He looked at the attractive lass and told her "I believe there are some in the Realm of the Dead that wish to convey some messages to you. I can commune with the spirits if you wish."

He hoped that would not scare her. She seemed to be okay as far as he figured out. "So, can you tell me about where we are."